This is dedicated to you.
Just so you know . . .
I was thinking about two words.
Be magical.
How amazing.
I was thinking about what this must entail or what this means, to be magical, or to be amazing and so pure at heart.
Continue readingPulling a Trick – Entry One
This is my first entry in this new journal. I am caught up in some kind of circumstance. I am torn and I am thinking too much. But ah, at least I have you and this empty screen.
I can vent here. I can scream. I can cheer. I can chant and I can do or say whatever I need to say.
And this is good.
Speaking of trick . . .
Here’s a trick I’d like to pull:
Sleep.
This is not a complaint by any means but more, this is an honest account of a mild to moderate occurrence of insomnia, which is nothing new to me. Then again, this is nothing new to us and the conversations we share.
Pulling A Trick – Introduction
Be advised that I am not a magician. I’ve never been able to pull a rabbit out of my hat.
I’ve never been much for card tricks either.
But everyone has a trick. Everyone has a talent. Everyone has a strength that outweighs and outshines their weakest parts.
Everyone has a way to pull a trick (or two) and somehow, despite the adversity or the odds against us, or regardless of the powers that be, and no matter what the obstacles are, everyone has something in them. Everyone has a trick up their sleeve. Everyone has a talent or a station in their heart which keeps going, or pushes you, or pulls you in a better direction.
Random, Aimless and Unplanned – The Last Chapter
I have told you about my trick. Or at least the tricks I’ve been looking to pull off, at least to some degree. I have nothing up my sleeve and no mirrors or anything like that. And this . . .
my tricks or whatever they may be; these are items of mine, or should I say that these are things that I have been working on in my one special workshop. So, please, be gentle or at least be kind when you look them over.
I am like a child who goes to art class and builds a collage or some kind of colorful contraption with sticks and glue. This may not seem like much to anyone else, but to me, this is more than just my life’s work.
This is more than anything to me.
I’ve taken chances before.
Random, Aimless and Unplanned – Second to Last
I say this is second to last
because today is the second to last day
that I spend time on this journal.
It’s time to plan ahead
and move forward.
Ready?
Continue readingRandom, Aimless and Unplanned – No One
This one is going to sting
(a little)
or maybe not.
And so, it is . . .
I have no time for this
I have no tongue for the lies of my crimes
nor can I stand by as a witness
or be nothing else but a bystander
or some passerby,
watching . . .
nor can I be someone who submits or quits
and more, I cannot stand by and allow myself
to go down –
at least not without a fight.
Random, Aimless and Unplanned – Painting Barns
I was reminded of my old friend Hank.
He and I used to walk from 7th Avenue to 5th after lunchtime.
Man, I used to love these walks.
How I met Hank is not important nor is this something that belongs in an open discussion. But at the same time, Hank and I shared a few ideas. We used to talk about life and go back and forth about our problems.
Continue readingRandom Aimless and Unplanned – Vienna (Thank you again, Mr. Joel)
Everyone needs a break sometimes.
You need a day off. In fact, I think I need one right now.
Then again, I think I’ve told you about the song from Bill Joel called Vienna.
Right?
This world is a crazy place.
We are a special breed, you and I.
And I mean this with the best intentions.
Random, Aimless and Unplanned- A Letter for a Truce
Good morning, Sunday.
This is more than a letter, at least I hope so.
This is more like an extension of myself or the hopes to lay down the weapons. Perhaps this way, we can find a moment of peace.
I am told that my letters cannot reach you where you are now. I am told that you are part of the atmosphere or that you are simply elsewhere. Or maybe you are otherwise unreachable.
But I refuse to believe that.
Random, Aimless and Unplanned – Time To Give This a Shot
I can tell you that there’s nothing like a breath of fresh air.
There’s nothing like being able to breathe when the air was nothing else but stagnant and thick, and somehow, or perhaps finally, a gust of wind blows passed your face and lifts your hair back.
And then it’s like, ah . . .
(Understand?)
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