Night time.
When the sun goes,
Thoughts turn into dragons.
Demons lurk behind corners,
Sucking peace like otter-pops.
Chemical induced nightmares,
Give way to fitfull trembles.
Never sleep.
Gone are the days,
When night was a welcome
Respite from the bustle.
Never will it come again.
Don't tell me it will take time.
I don't want to hear it.
It's all a crock of poop
To pay someone's bills.
The reality is the world is a changin'
There is no going back.
And sleep will never come again.
Ever.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Dreams...
So, I drempt of you last night.
Your to long for your mother curly blonde hair
Fuzzy like a halo in the sunlight.
You told me to follow you.
I was needed, and we had to hurry.
It was urgent that we get there soon.
Follow me! Quickly!
Then you hopped into your shiny maroon diesel truck,
The one that you love, so much it is a part of you,
And sped away as fast as it would go,
Engine roaring off into the distance.
But I was on foot.
And could not keep up.
And now have lost you again.
Because I do not know the way.
Your to long for your mother curly blonde hair
Fuzzy like a halo in the sunlight.
You told me to follow you.
I was needed, and we had to hurry.
It was urgent that we get there soon.
Follow me! Quickly!
Then you hopped into your shiny maroon diesel truck,
The one that you love, so much it is a part of you,
And sped away as fast as it would go,
Engine roaring off into the distance.
But I was on foot.
And could not keep up.
And now have lost you again.
Because I do not know the way.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Memory Lane...
Bar M, Diamond D, Rocking P, Circle K... All brought back a rush of memories from my childhood summers spent at Trefoil Ranch. Things have changed there. Now there is a fancy new lodge, and the place looks like a wild west town, with Doctor's office, trading post, and a plush mess hall.
Also, the perspective has changed. I didn't return as a camper, but as a MOM of a camper, and to be honest that was a little weird. I really wanted to go up the hill and see if the OLD log Cabin lodge was still there, but that area is reserved for campers, not OLD MOMs. So, I said goodbye at the new "Goodbye Tower" and headed home.
Goodnight "Winky," I hope you learn lots of songs, and make lots of friends, and have the time of your life. I hope you ride horses until your butt hurts and you hike to the top of Mount Baldy. I hope you sleep in the meadow, gag in the biffy, and watch the hawks soar over the trees.
And when you go to sleep I hope you look at the stars, stare at the moon, and just for tinie tiny second, remember "Roady," who would give anything to share this experience with you.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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