I am reminded of a movie. I am reminded of the words by Saul Williams when he spoke out in a poem in the center of the yard in a jail scene.
He said, “Stealing us was the smartest thing they ever did. Too bad they don’t teach the truth to their kids.”
It was here that I began to think about the words I write and the meaning behind them. This is my sword.
I thought about how each letter and each syllable can have an impact on the soul. Words can mean nothing. Or, they can mean everything. . .
if we allow them to.
Notes from the Neighborhood – Rainy Day
It is early morning and the sky is about to rain. And that’s fine.
I tend to think that the sky can often be in tune with our thoughts and our feelings. For example, sometimes we need a little rain. Sometimes we need something to settle the dust from our crazy little arguments and calm us down with the quiet hush of a gray sky, raindrops hitting the roof and the wind moving through the trees outside.
Notes from the Neighborhood – Straight to the Point
Today’s entry will be short but only because time is being short with me. So, without any distractions, let’s get right down to the point.
Shall we?
It’s not just here and now. It’s not just with you or with the way things are.
This is me. Evolving and hopefully working out the kinks in my brand new trick.
This is all I have, which is in my hands and extended out to you as a humble means, as if to say please, take this from me.
Notes from the Neighborhood – The Never Have I Ever Game
There is a game called Never Have I Ever.
It’s a drinking game which I have never played before. But at the same time, I haven’t played a drinking game since the time I drank a bottle of whiskey in my old friend Pete’s house. At the same time, I haven’t had a drink in over three decades.
So, the chances of me playing Never Have I Ever are not happening.
However, the object of the game is to say something that you haven’t done and anyone who has done this is supposed to drink.
Notes from the Neighborhood – Today’s My Day
And so it was. Or at least so it used to be.
Maybe it is and always will be but either way, today marks another year and another trip around the sun.
To be more clear, today marks the 51st year of my life.
So?
What have I done?
Any questions?
Notes from the Neighborhood – My Needs
Do I have needs?
Sure, I have needs.
I have them every day. I have thoughts and visions.
I have wants and desires and, of course, I have requests and ideas. At the same time, I have the ability to understand that my needs and desires are special.
Therefore, they can only be shared with someone special. Else they’ll only be shallow or unfulfilled and the love I have would only be left wanting and so would be my love – unsatisfied.
Notes from the Neighborhood – More About the Trip
I was asked about my writing the other day. . .
I was asked, “What do you write about?”
Is this self-help? I was asked if this is about mental health or if this is simple prose and to me, I can say that maybe my writing is all of the above. Maybe it’s none of the above.
Maybe it would be best to describe this as self-exploratory and, for the moment, my writing is nothing more than a stream of honest thoughts and ideas, assumptions and views or visions for my future. I can say that yes, maybe I am a prose writer. Maybe I am unconventional or “raw” or untrained and maybe it’s true that my style and my choice of topics are not for everyone.
And, so?
Notes from the Neighborhood – And as for My Love . . .
What is a word without anything behind it?
What is a letter? What is a number, as in a number of years or an anniversary without the depth of something behind it?
I am learning now. Perhaps this is because I have no choice. Maybe I’m learning because in the case of my new life and the next few chapters, at least until this story closes, I am facing my truths and the reactions to my choices.
Notes from the Neighborhood – The Seat is Taken
I believe in what I am doing. However, I also believe that when it comes to matters like this and when we are dealing with matters of the heart or when it comes to true love and our search for the ever-elusive happily ever after; I know there is no easy way or easy path.
No, this is a fight. This is not supposed to be easy because if it were so easy to find love and live happily ever after, would we know how valuable it is?
Notes from the Neighborhood – Reconstructing the Comfort Zone
There’s a song that comes to mind. And this is a good song. It’s a happy song and a song that comes from when I was younger and trying to be free. I would hear this song when I was somewhat “away” yet, there was a piece of me that was looking to get away, as best as I could.
This is a little song about Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin. I have this song in mind because yes, I am facing a new threshold. I am also looking to defy certain anxieties and old phobias. But also, I am on a constant move to be better and to break the hold, which has kept me stuck for way too long.
More than anything, I am ridding myself of old cobwebs and freeing myself up to explore; yet even more than this, I am not stepping out of my comfort zone.
Instead, I am reconstructing this. So, as the signs say around places that undergo renovations, please pardon the appearance.
The Written Addiction 