The Death of the Blog

It seems that all of my friends have forgotten their blogger accounts for the more hip Myspace. Is there no truth left in the world no more free lemonade to give up. I admit I have an account with the dreary Myspace, but I have not fallen victim to self published vanity and sodomizing of cattle toys. No I am still here I still stand with the few and if this will be my battle my subtle war then I take it. I am a good solider and understand that freedom is a cost too high if all we shall receive is free friendship with Tom damn the devil and his angels of darkness they but deceive those that have a faint heart and weak spirit. Do not think that stones and words do the same damage. I am he the shallow one. I am he that will be but alone soldier at the gate Thermophiles has no copyright and I am not your peg to plant in the wheel of conversation and dead eyed fish food. I am the one and true soul that has given in and taken the books for records. I shall not burn because I do always keep the sun to my back. Attack while you can and live free and die young do not look to be paid with cheap trinkets and toddler teeth rings. I will break my gums on the hyperlink to Damascus. These walls will not tumble and in the end when we all know the world is at an end I will not be know as a fainter or dandy. NO! I will stand free among my fellow blogger brothers and be me.

The Catch in My Throat

I'll catch what I can and leave my vain hopes to the floor.
Is this guilt or godly sorrow I wish there was a test strip
to use on things like this.
forward my words of forgiveness
along with congratulations on the morrow.

This guilt has so long attached itself to me
I don't know what it would feel like to be
release from the weight.
Could there be a home a seclusion from it, if i still
seek it.
I know what needs to be done and yet
the light burns me to the knees.
the witch will soon be dead and then freedom?

Is it all tied together the stress, pain and longing. Is there
a limit to what I seek.
Lame as she is my mistress will not put me down
and these lines bleed for something new.
not this old song again and again,
William I am waiting.

Anna Nicole Smith dead in a ditch

I just heard the world's peace giver has disconnected herself from this mortal coil. All weep for her, all praise her. Where will the world turn now our Queen is dead.

The Thunder Burn

I have a strong desire to disappear. A place no one will recognize me and not a soul will think twice about me. I think this base desire has something to do with pressure valves. I also think it has something to do with the wanderer in each of us. That root of the Neanderthal that hasn't gone completely away yet. It's almost like being an explorer when you go somewhere no one knows you. The people and places take on a stranger curiosity. An almost alien terrain. I didn't know that box would be there by that door I'd say, as if that one sentence would unlock a kingdom or knowledge. The realization that the box is indeed there would allow me to begin to understand the native’s language and customs. The process of simulation and consumption would begin until once again I would crave the desire to be unknown, unfamiliar. Taking the safety of time and place away leaving me to be just be...
I think that's why I like to move so much I like to find new drawers and crawl spaces. I like to be able to wake and be surprised that the trash was picked up on a Tuesday instead of the predictable Thursday schedule.
I also think that is why I don't stay at jobs for very long. I like to be on the edge of not knowing what might happen if I open that door in the back room no one will talk about or the button everyone is afraid to push, because it just might be a panic button that unleashes the Kraken. The last job I had before coming to the Library was two years that had been the longest time I had spent anywhere. In eleven years I had never spent more then 2 years in one place. That was a lot of wandering. and now the last four years I've had two jobs, and I will remain here at least until I've been here five years so my pension and 401k will go with me to my new eve...
Can I claim the rank of wanderer if I wait for such things or do I need to say the hell with it I'm out of here and I may never come back or I might see you on Monday you and I do not know.
What will calm me while I wait? Moving into a different house a new apartment and new car, or do I need to find time for a new hobby, or an old hobby forgotten. They number close to the millions, must like the bones of the dead elephants that litter Africa.
I wonder while I wander...