25 September 2k2

there he is . . .
there's my little boy . . .
in a thoughtful posture as i often am . . .
well . . .
i certainly have noticed . . .
and i'm sure you have . . .
that i haven't written anything for 2 whole weeks . . .
well . . .
between drinking in every possible moment i can . . .
with this miracle i have named stephen . . .
and keeping up with work . . .
and trying to set a healthy schedule for his life . . .
(pretty tough life, by the way . . .
eat, sleep, fuss, adjust to all the brightness . . .)
i have neglected to set a schedule for myself . . .
to continue writing . . .
and continue towards that greater goal . . .
but such is life and now that it's been noted . . .
we can only hope it'll be corrected soon enough . . .
for now . . .
i need to nap to stay on my razor's edge . . .


happy birthday bro!


11 September 2k2

Moving On

55 degrees . . .
   . . . 6:22 . . .
           . . . 55 degrees . . .
			. . . 6:22 . . .

ground zero 
  the newly named scene
 what did i expect in coming here?
        what does all this mean?


56 degrees . . .
   . . . 6:26 . . .
           . . . 55 degrees . . .
			. . . 6:26 . . .

before me is the wreckage
   around it and me people mill
	i stand still
watching the going on of life

55 degrees . . .
   . . . 6:33 . . .
           . . . 56 degrees . . .
			. . . 6:33 . . .

they run through the streets
    pursued by debris and smoke
 now flowers and autographed sheets
	line blocks of all-night vigils
	
56 degrees . . .
   . . . 6:37 . . .
           . . . 56 degrees . . .
			. . . 6:37 . . .
 
the air still thick and soupy  
   holds firm the stench of death and those lost
 a twisted sculpture, art at the highest cost
	the steel structure before me stands

56 degrees . . .
   . . . 6:41 . . .
           . . . 55 degrees . . .
			. . . 6:41 . . .

their screams of terror and pain
   drown out the horns and city sounds
 i look at my watch, it's a quarter to six
	it's difficult to move on

i started writing this poem in December of last year . . .
standing at the corner of Fulton and Broadway . . .
it has taken this long to complete for a variety of reasons . . .
not the least of which is that i've been incredibly lazy with my writing . . .
and this is a very rough cut, far from what i hope it might be . . .
this is a little of what went into the writing process . . .


The first noticable attribute of this poem has got to be the repetitive refrain . . .
of degrees and time signature . . .
there is actually a building within view of that corner that flashes the time and temperature . . .
the first draft had them progressing by one minute each refrain . . .
but then the whole poem took place in five minutes . . .
which didn't create the effect i was hoping to achieve. . .


9 September 2k2

ok.
well the days can sure sneak by when you don't pay attention . . .
ok. deep breath . . .
i'm gonna try this. . .
i'm going to try to write again . . .
let's start small and see where it goes . . .


hmm . . .
so, football season has started again . . .
that means fantasy football season has started again . . .
this year i'm actively participating in two leagues . . .
so that means two sets of my now infamous weekly ranting known as the buzz . . .
i talk more trash than anyone else in my league . . .
and now i have to be twice as creative . . .
and here i sit, unable to tap out the words that scrum in my head daily . . .
well, hey, it's all in good fun . . .


so i read a passage the other day that really peaked my interest . . .
it's talking about Samuel's life and it refers to him saying: . . .

"The Lord was with Samuel as he grew up, and he let none of his words fall to the ground"
- 1 Sam 3:19

what an interesting description . . .
at some point i really want to dig in and figure out what that means . . .
and, of course, pray that none of my words fall to the ground . . .
i guess it means that when Samuel spoke, people listened, like the old JP Morgan commercial . . .
or some other initialized firm leader . . .


so i saw a sticker on the back window of a pickup truck . . .
it said "praying for" and then had a picture of America . . .
pretty cool to see . . .
and it's good to pray for America . . .
but i couldn't shake the recurring thought . . .
a commandment . . .

"But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you . . ."
- Matthew 5:44

oh, yeah . . .


it always amazes me what people will do to get noticed . . .
** watching Monday Night Football and missing the quips of Dennis Miller **
the camera pans over the crowd and everyone ignores the game . . .
starts waving like madmen . . .
pulling on their shirts . . .
pointing yelling . . .
okay, big man, you enjoy your fifteen seconds of anonymous fame . . .
we'll all remember you as the idiot with the supersize beer cup and the super pretzel hanging out of your mouth . . .
YEAH! WOO HOO! Go Team Go! . . .


all right, i think that's it for now . . .
i'm gonna go zone out and enjoy this game . . .
** grabbing the cans of red and blue body paint **


6 September 2k2

well . . .
i still haven't met him . . .
and i'm losing more sleep every day . . .
i'm gonna try to catch up tonight . . .


i got Grits!
yes . . .
it's cool . . .
woah. i'm tired . . .