tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75051444236822966972012-02-01T08:47:09.548-06:00Collection of writings, past and present, from yours truly.Jerrynoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505144423682296697.post-27471064215346194942007-11-12T21:21:00.000-06:002007-11-12T21:36:59.081-06:00Ahh, sixty degree weather in the middle of November.<br />One last brief respite before the coming winter frost.<br />We shed our jackets &amp; scarves; free ourselves from thermal bondage.<br />Maybe my recent state of mind has helped me set aside<br />the blinders of day to day life<br /> <c>-if only for a moment-</c><br />and truly appreciate such things.<br />Maybe I should always park further away<br />to put my tired, morning eyes and ears to task<br />and drink in the slow march of the seasons<br />almost static in comparison to the frenetic flitting<br />of what becomes everyday life.<br />The trees are never late for work;<br />the leaves fall--when they're good and ready.<br />We lose sight of this;<br />no longer understand the slow rhythms of nature;<br />steel ourselves against the Great Imperative:<br />Just. Breathe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505144423682296697-2747106421534619494?l=outofardour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerrynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505144423682296697.post-25416219686570407172007-06-10T22:39:00.000-06:002007-06-10T23:05:50.203-06:00My head hurts<br />my heart aches<br />if only I could<br />attain the speed of light<br />be all places at once<br />pursue my wanton desires<br />is it called lack of direction<br />when you choose all of them<br />the bottleneck<br />is hell<br />never moving fast<br />enough<br />I am<br />insatiable<br />I will never have my fill of<br />music <br />love<br />sex <br />knowledge <br />books <br />records <br />poetry <br />creativity <br />putting brush to canvas<br />life <br />nature <br />politics <br />philosophy<br />outrage <br />rebellion <br />peace <br />creaky hardwood floors <br />my cat <br />fixing things <br />order <br />chaos<br />followed by<br />the most emphatic <i>et cetera</i><br />imaginable<br />I am full of life<br />and<br />it is killing me<br />we have eighty-odd years<br />a series of small moments<br />to get it right<br />I just know that<br />I am going to die<br />in the middle of something.<br /><br />6/10/07<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505144423682296697-2541621968657040717?l=outofardour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerrynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505144423682296697.post-17813682525689123902007-03-28T14:10:00.000-06:002007-03-28T14:18:59.018-06:00I have designated this blog for some of my past and present creative output. Going through pages of poetry or journal entries, I sometimes come to rediscover my own brilliance. Let this blog be the digital fingerprint of my soul in all its passion, hope, despair, disappointment, frustration, joy, irreverence, and oddity.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505144423682296697-1781368252568912390?l=outofardour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerrynoreply@blogger.com1