Lonely

I find myself alone again, Woman sleep with me
Then their path takes them into other arms
Leaving me not even picking up pieces
For we never made anything to break
Only some physical activity and talk
I am left wondering if it is me that drives them away.

Calgary

Everyone can fake the cowboy for 10 days a year
The rest of the time most wear a suit and tie, Oil is serious biz
Faking heart and soul the city drives those who have both out.
Left is an oily core surrounded by heartless areas of wealth.
No taste beyond cost, No flavor except others, Faking taste.
Even hip teens wear what magazines tell them to.
Nothing that sets us apart from a preformed city scape.
Even the rebels take their style from those before them.

Fixing a meal

Pots, Pans, Grease.
Meat, Spice, Rub.
Oven, Hot, Temp 350.
Potatoes, Olive Oil, Herb.
Salad, Fresh Greens, Bowl.
Knife, Fork, Plate.
Friends, Food, Laughter.
Drinks, Cookies, Coffee.
Coat, Shoes, Done.

Sleeping Muse.

Hey I know not many people read this, My guess is one lonely bot. I am writing but nothing I can post here. It is mostly work that might lead to something or work for a Larp I am in.

I guess my muse is sleeping right now for the winter.

Pencil and Paper

Sharp pencil crawls across the page leaving a trail of words that form an image for those who can think, and have retained an imagination. Paper records in a digital age, I do so because it feel right, more real then just letters on a screen, something about physical action is natural to how I think and want to share eventually if ever. Now this is written I am planning to type it up and post it to my Blog.

Water flows across my view
Drips down the pane of glass
Flashes of light as car and thunder pass
seeing the cold and wet world
start reminder of what is out there
nature and man not caring for the single life that is me.

Time is something freely spent by all
Valued by few, true cost know by none
I let it slip thru my grasping hand
To be wasted worried about how to spend it
Each moment lost to pointless thought
I can see each moment fleeting away.