I Wish I had Wrote This
I can't take credit for this one, but thought it was rather endearing.
Dear World: My son starts school today. It's going to be strange and new to him for a while. And I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You see, up to now, he's been king of the roost. He's been boss of the back yard. I have always been around to heal his wounds and soothe his feelings. But now-- things are going to be different. This morning he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on his great adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow. To live his life in the world he has to live in will require faith and love and courage. So, World, I wish you would sort of take him by his young hand and teach him the things he will have to know. Teach him....but gently, if you can. Teach him that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every crooked politician there is a dedicated leader; that for every enemy, there is a friend. Teach him the wonders of books. Give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on the green hill. Teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone else tells him they are wrong. Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder, but never to put a price on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob...and to stand and fight if he thinks he's right. Teach him gently, World, but don't coddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel. This is a big order, World, but see what you can do. He's such a nice little fellow.
I Can't Unlove You
Last weekend I attended a Kenny Rogers concert. I figured it would be the last opportunity I would have to see "The Gambler" himself in person. He does have a new album. "I Can't Unlove You" is his latest hit. I thought I would display the lyrics here for those who haven't heard it or are not particular fans. It is a great song in my opinion.
On another note, I bought a book on song writing. I figure either I can hone my skills or realize I suck and give it up.
I Can't Unlove You
Postcards and letters
Pictures made to last forever
To Be boxed up and tossed away
Nick-Nacs and Souvenirs
In an afternoon
They're out of here
They'll disappear without a trace
What they mean to me can never be replaced
[chorus]I can't unthink about you
I can't unfeel your touch
I can't unhear all the words
Unsay all the things that used to mean so much
I wish I could unremember
Everything my hearts been through
Im finding out its impossible to do
Oh, its no use I cant unlove you
Interstates and old songs
Like time they go on and on
I guess I could learn to do the same
I could wake up without you
These two arms not around you
Tell myself it's meant to be this way
No matter how I try
Some things I can't change.
[chorus]
I can't unthink about you
I can't unfeel your touch
I can't unhear all the words
Unsay all the things that used to mean so much
I wish I could unremember
Everything my hearts been through
Im finding out its impossible to do
Oh, its no use I cant unlove you
I wish I could unremember
Everything my hearts been through
Im finding out its impossible to do
Its no use I cant unlove you
Tonight
It has been a while since I have been inspired. But the other night I had something stuck in my head and I could not sleep. So I got up and jotted down a few notes. The next day I spent all of an hour and came up with the following. It is not my best work by far. It is like a verbal Jackson Pollack, but it is something I had to do. Maybe it will be like a Frankenstein. Instead of being a product of spare parts, I can use it to assemble other future works. And just maybe, I will be able to sleep tonight now that I got it out of my head.
Now, I know only two people in the whole world will read this and that is fine. But I need one of them to know that this is not meant to hurt you. It is just a way for me to channel my feelings since friends are scarce these days. Knowing you like I do, you will feel some sadness and probably even a little anger or resentment. But please don't. I am not as bad off as these words would seem. After all they are of past events and experiences. But you will always be my muse. The one that got away. And I will always pray for your happiness. Here it goes...
I am lying underneath this Alabama sky
Trying my best not to break down and cry
Cause she is just far enough away
For me not to see again today
Tonight my heart is passing by the house of Tennessee
With a old tattered copy of the Glass Menagerie
And I wish I was there to wipe off the tears
Hold her hand, kiss herlips, conquer her fears
I am lying underneath this Tupelo sky
Trying my best not to breakdown and cry
And as I read between the lines
I pray to God that there are signs
Tonight my heart is sitting in the dark
Out in the left field of Commiskey Park
And I wish I was there to wipe off the tears
Hold her hand, kiss her lips, conquer her fears
I am lying underneath this delta sky
Trying my best not to break down and cry
I hang up the phone and turn on the King
I grab a bottle and I begin to sing
Tonight my heart is waiting so desperately
Across from the Texas Book Depository
And I wish I was there to wipe off the tears
Hold her hand, kiss her lips conquer her fears
I am lying underneath this American sky
Trying my best not to break down and cry
She smiled at me and though it's been three years
I have not begun to run out of tears
Tonight my heart is wandering down Abbey Road
Because Strawberry Fields is her new abode
And there is someone there to wipe her tears
Hold her hand, kiss her lips conquer her fears
Here we go again
So, I am ready to give up and swear off women for the 10,000th time. Once again, I find myself the lonesome loser.
Whatever happend to the days of romance, mystery and intrigue ? I recently sent flowers anonymously to a young lady. Over the next three days, I recieved an email and 3 messages from the florist asking if they had permission to reveal my name. I did not respond to these messages. Instead, I sent an email to this southern belle. No, I didn't use my professional email that is my name, but my yahoo account that is a pseudonym. Without identifying myself, I let her know that the flowers were just a complimentary gesture to her wishing her a nice day. I was not some freak/stalker that she should be concerned about.
However, I did tell one little white lie. That is that I expected nothing in return. The purpose of the email was so that she could respond with a thank you. If she was intrigued to learn more (since she like the previously recipient contacted the florist to find out who) so be it, but I did really not expect her to come running across the field with open arms.
However, it has been a week and there has been no response. Not a "how you doin ?" "thank you but drop dead before I get a restraining order" nothing. Just completely and utterly ignored.
Maybe instead of flowers, I should spend my money on Ben and Jerry's and get a cat.
Chasing Windmills
The Boys of Summer
It was a great weekend as both of my alama maters won their tournaments.
Troy won the regular season title in the Sunbelt Conference and entered the tournament seated number one. They went on to win the tournament and will play in a regional at Alabama.
Ole Miss won the SEC tournament first the first time since 1977 when the tourney was played in Oxford. They will host a regional inO-town.
TR-OJ-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANS! WHOOOOOOOOO!
HELL YES ! DAMN RIGHT ! Hotty toddy gosh almighty who the hell are we ? Hey flim flam bim bam Ole Miss by dam!
Better luck this year ?
Well , it is now 2006. Hopefully, it will be better than 2005.
Let's see in 2005, I left a better paying and better job for that matter based on assurances of someone I thought I could trust. The result was I got screwed. I quit and am now unemployed. My appendix ruptured and I spent a week in the hospital with no insurance. Just what I needed more debt.
Also, in 2005, I went a whoping one date. The chemistry just wasn't there. It would have been a logistical problem anyway. A week later I was turned down for a job in Birmingham (where she lives).
So here I am worse off then I was a year ago. I turn 31 next week and I have still never been kissed. No where to go but up, right ?
Just a little update
I haven't written in a while mainly due to work overload. Also, I recently had surgery which put me off work for two weeks. So, now I am behind again.
Will write more when I actually have the time to be inspired.
