paper bag

I can't say much
but i'll tell you what i saw
paper bags walk out the door one by one.
timidly they'd walk down the tiled walkway bare.
feeling like everyone
is watching with knowing stares

slowly lifting sunnies
or swooping over hair
a tiny finger would push a button to a place still filled with fear.

The room smelled of cleaning fluids
or maybe rubber gloves
instruments that prod away a life that never was

Embarrassing but noted by each brow that lifted still
by televisions, catalogs, and notes to fit the bill.

the glass that broke between the eyes, the mind, the thoughts, the foe
A still frame, slow
but steady
a voice "open" short and to the point.

moment by moment
palms sweaty
but the peace of paper bags
breeze sweetly
still with head bowed down, eyes to the ground
each paper bag brings less glory

a call of the name and a quivered yes
some sort of relief
but still false as it feels, for a moment releases pain

a quick chat and that was that
a paper bag your threw
a paper bag still due.
and in confidence, all knew
to never tell a soul.

Today i walked the turtle

Adventures to come...

so as promised..i indeed have some adventures...but this is just a preview.. a trailor if you will;)

Desperado

Why don't you come to your senses.....


Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone


Shoot. i don't know what else to say other than that.

so hows life kids!? my hope is that you are doing well.
My hope is that someone out there will be able to tell me what the heck i'm doing, but i won't lie. i have had some great encouragement.

In the last week i have met quite the random slew of friends, and so far so good. They're all a bit crazy, but its good crazy. I guess you can say i've met my gonzos.