Heartbeat thoughts

Time stood still, or my watch broke. Either/or I'm late for work. I walk to work. Like a Luddite, hell, the way I've been living lately might as well call me a Mennonite. I'm surprised I have running water in the kitchen i live in. It's all I can afford right now but something tells me that everything will be fine soon. I'll  have a car (which (which I do not obsess about (well maybe I do)) and at least had gave me gibberish, whether it be for work or for play. Pourquoi?? Because I can see the future. I see myself walking around my kitchen naked.

Strange things have happened. It will only get stranger. For I am the outsider, the poulou, the phenomenon of perception, the dancing philosopher and it will be understood. You'll see what it's like to live in this condition. Our condition, the human condition.

The serpent sting its fangs into me, deep, and I run to the shrub. My teeth glisten with the moon in my eyes. I am a night child. We all are.

When the idea exists, the action has already taken place. And I get some satisfaction. I drool. I smell like salt. Then I bathe and write, washing myself clean and cool. Ready to be my active human condition. I do not know what up and down mean anymore because up is endless and the down is grass between my fingers. So I'll take a shower and call you in the morning.

Pourquoi?

Gg

my woman, my love

they talk

they sing 

they play

they dance

who are they? are they them?

what is the pronunciation of they and them?

are they singular or metaphorically?

or am I lost?

chapter lost.

this is the end. beautiful friend.

or alas, where have ye gone to the point of no return again

to the barren wasteland i call home

with my love, oh lord she love thee

she weeps when she sees me and i love her with tears

they mean more than words

i need a hug

a hand to hold

a love to love

a woman is a woman

and a woman, to me, is all i need.

but it goes sour, you eye your veins

does this love matter? are we going through the motions?

the handshake, the hug, the motion up above. 

can we meet tonight?

i would love to see your new dress

you bought it for me, didn't you?

did you wish for me to feel at ease?

questions upon questions

has this already been written?

i keep her in my pocket

cause i love her so deeply

the wine is good

the beer tastes warm

the pizza is stale

the country is worn

thou i love ye, with the love of 10-fold

come with me don't fodder

take the ring

hold it near

remember my love

you will never live in fear

Gg?

the constant shuffle
the beggar's bid
listen closely now
for Gg still lives

he wanders the streets
til dawn and til dusk
he wonders why
the city is in muck

he looks to the ground
then back up again
the silence is deafening
one ear is at fault

Gg will return
i promise you or not
find your own guide
til eternity, at the front

waylon

"i'm leaving tomorrow but i could leave today"


that was written and sung by robert zimmerman over 50 years ago


it hasn't been as true as it is to me on this very day
should i stay or should i go?
another fantastic song and more questions


what else should i say?


but walk my way and find a word for the word that i found while looking at this page


component opponent on the forth day of june


happy early birthday waylon

bloog

the blog lives on even though the man is no longer with us
he has departed to his quarters for the evening and stirred up nough trouble to reek a boat crew of its own fateful reckage


why do we bond you ask?
well it's a simple alternative to whale hunting
hell, ask melville about it
bastard would tell you about it in 900 pages
and then finally get to the hunt itself


poor swine liar
he never harpooned anything except his wife
she was a prize fighter too
knocked out his front teeth with her left hook
she was a whale of a figher
anyways


the day is dim and the night is jung
i wish you adieu for now for i may check in later on to make you feel all warm and fuzzy


and smile will get longer


entirely yours,


GwK