The Mother of all Cold Viruses

I have a cold. One of those lasts-far-longer-than-you-expected things. My wife and I both caught it from our teenaged daughter and for the last few days I have been just dragging myself to work and avoiding extra stuff. It has carried over to my blogging.

I wanted to post something about the world right after the Noahic Flood, but I have been too sick and miserable to do the research. My bad! So I gotta face it, I am going to have to get well first before I do it right.

I had a very short-lived run as a lead singer in a rock group. I wrote a few songs. I guess I will post the words to one of my songs because I am sick but I remember a time when I was inspired to write words and music. You'll just have to imagine your own music. This one had a sound somewhere between Deep Purple and Kansas.....

Finding More

Finding myself
sitting
staring into before
driving
seeing the ghostly visions and
the child I was before

Thinking of the lies I spread
trying to clean my knife
painting futures in my head
carving out the pages
of life

looking for love in the echoes
left behind by your utter disdain
looking for words to describe my sorrows
in torn pockets of pain

knowing howls of confession
that emit from my eyes
I see the worlds we made crashing, burning
in all your goodbyes

the tears I'm letting them
cheering them, feeling for them

the tears I'm letting them
cheering them, feeling for them

seeing the end as beginning
imagining problems as doors
knocking
finding myself
finding more


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