Sex Make Battle

Last post for the day. I found this poem sitting quietly in my docs folder and thought I'd post it. I don't remember what brought it on. Poems for me are weird like that. Similar to the next one, Goodbye Freebird, I just sort of had it in my head and typed it up. Finally culminating todays mini-post marathon I updated with a blog of life as of late... and now...

Sex Make Battle.

So here we go and start mid conversation
The battle goes on without alleviation.
"That's pretty much it and it comes with a price
With dignity and class that make the life nice.
An affinity for women that keep the bed warm
because when they scratch and tug, they leave the sheets torn."
"Congratulations! you're a man of no mediocrity
but no matter how good, you'll never be me."
"And who might this be, my omniscient teacher?"
"Oh, just a woman, a sensational creature."
"I was mistaken, and thought the sexes were equal
not segregated or different, WE, together as people!
Wow, things have changed since the success of women's Lib
You went from preaching equality to incredibly glib!
Here I shall stop lest I become a stereotype.
I'll swallow my pride and get away from your hype.
I am just a man, but I am also a human."
"We are both people, like a man, like a woman."

Good Bye Freebird

I shed one tear for you
in this our last repose.
There was a everlasting period of doubt
where we never seemed to resolve the question.
It's over now and maybe we part as friends.
Best friends make the best lovers but,
the best of lovers rarely a friendship make.

The wound is healed.
The redness gone.
A scar revealed.
A new day to dawn.

-S

I Read The News Today, Oh Boy! About A Lucky Man Who Made The Grade

"And though the news was rather sad, Well I just had to laugh."

I'm writing for peace. Or is it piece? A piece? I dunno.

Peace sounds good so let's write for that! We've been in the new place for 2 weeks now and Life has found a balance again. Balance being defined as equal parts good and bad, where before at the old house it was pretty much all bad. Yeah. Hmmm, so here's a little behind the scenes action for ya, I started writing tonight because I read a few blogs by a certain someone. I noted how well designed her blog was and how seemingly important they felt. Mine felt suddenly... insignificant. I felt this very human urge to spread my literary seed and type type TYPE myself into some sort of virtual glory! Okay, so the first attempt was pretenteous and was this self-perpetuating, historically-BORING, piece of shit. I seriously said out loud, "Who the fuck am I writing to?" Having no answer for myself, I turned to the spider on the ceiling, it was pretending to ignore me so yeah.

Highlight, Delete, Restart.

Oh, about the arachnid roommate... Well it has thus far been too rude to introduce itself so I have neither name nor gender, BUT I know it listens....

So Lil-C, Wifey, Juno, or what-the-hell-ever I'm calling her these days, and I are getting along. Not that we never did. We just see each other a little more regularly. It's actually a lot of fun living with one of your best friends. Certainly one of your most blunt and certainly none so big and tall and violent as to be putting my head through a wall or other such assinine ventures. So far life has been fairly peaceful here in the good ol' 1C and I'm diggin' it. DIggin' it like dinos baby!

Job Corps is actually topping itself lately. The managers, it would seem, are actually trying to destroy the tender fabric of my sanity with their decisions. I'd go into detail to explain that observation but it would be long-winded and boring. Basically, My job is to contact the new kids and once they get to center get them the info they need to make it. The hard part of my job is to actually get in contact with said prospective students. Kinda hard to do when they arrive on Monday and I get my call list 2 hours before I leave Friday afternoon. Thanks ya over-paid, Ritards!

Wednesday....

Okay I know in blogs past I tend to get over enthusiastic when I start dating someone new and then a few weeks later well... Well, meeting someone new is always so uncomplicated at first. There are lots of smiles and stares. You're caught up in the euphoria of the moment and your desire to have it last is so visceral you can barely contain your joy. It's the next steps that are the most crucial and so far I just enjoy the simplicity. Wednesday was simply amazing start to finish. There's clicking and then there was she and I. We saw The Hangover, which was definitely funnier the second time around! Then after we just ... had fun and serious conversation. Honestly I've been in awe of what a great person she is. It's a hard night to write about because... it was just a great night. Point made, mission accomplished.

Okay so the car is acting up again and I'm not even all that worried for once. I think I've become so jaded to my vehicles because of their near scheduled break-downs. It'd be SO awesome like a hundred BA-GILLION hot dogs if I could get just one of them running in a very normal, reliable way. Sadly, I think it's not meant to be. I just went outside a bit ago to tinker under the hood to make myself feel a little more confident... I know it was pointless. It was like automechanic masturbation. You play around with a few things, without really accomplishing anything, but you still feel a little better for a bit afterwards. Yeah! I know what you're thinking and I can't believe I made that comparison either.

I damn near completely missed out on seeing my sister this week. I saw when she first got home but that was it. I've been busy or otherwise unable to visit. Kinda sucks. Also Mom and Dad left for South Carolina today and my job is to go to the house, feed the cats and look at the raccoon trap everyday. Not sure how thats going to happen without a car, but I'm not sure how I'm going to get to and from work either. Awesome again. Oh well, at least I can hide away in my apartment and feel at home.

"He blew his mind out in a car."

-S