Two days ‘til i can kiss you again

These feelings won't wane

If only Friday came quicker

You, me, a bottle of liquor

Laughing your hand in mine

we can cross every line

CHORUS

Saturday night and a NASCAR race

I know you'll feel out of place

My goal--to put you at ease

As we bask in the fueled breeze

Meet all my red neck friends

Cheering Dale Jr. around the bends

CHORUS

Sunday morning spooning in bed

Hung-over? I'll hold your head

Sharing the paper at the coffee bar

This American Life on NPR

Giggling at cartoons on Fox

This weekend with you will rock

CHORUS

CHORUS

Chapters Unread

Tonight in my bed

Her head on my chest

Nothing left unsaid

Could we be this blessed?

No chapter left unread

Joy and sorrow confessed

She’s bruised but not broken.

I’m tattered not torn.

Only love can be spoken.

Each breath whispers a pledge,

A promise in each sigh.

Arm in arm we walk this edge,

Avoiding the perils we spy.

Hand in hand leap from the ledge

Aside ‘til our last goodbye

She’s bruised but not broken.

I’m tattered not torn.

Only love can be spoken.

Did our stars finally align?

We may finally get our dance.

After a night of wine,

We rewrite our romance;

The past is far behind

Moving forward and not by chance

She’s bruised but not broken.

I’m tattered not torn.

Only love can be spoken.

She’s bruised but not broken.

I’m tattered not torn.

Only love can be spoken.

Running with Sharp Objects

Can’t catch my breath at all

Didn’t have far to fall

Friends say, “Take heed.”

I must follow not lead

God grant me the serenity

To handle this perplexity

Going too fast to be smart.

Time with you has strange affects--

Like running with sharp objects

Pointed at my heart.

Future out of my hands

Lost my best laid plans

No chance at self-preservation

This won’t be my negation

With you I am vulnerable,

But love isn’t comfortable.

Going too fast to be smart.

Time with you has strange affects--

Like running with sharp objects

Pointed at my heart.

Logic wants t run away.

But my soul says, “Stay.”

We are organic and unfolding--

Cannot be withholding

Completely unprepared

But I’m not scared.

Going too fast to be smart.

Time with you has strange affects--

Like running with sharp objects

Pointed at my heart.

Like running with sharp objects

Pointed at my heart.

Puzzling Frat Party

I stated earlier today that I had no comment on the  events dominating the media today.

I lied.

Something just doesn’t feel right about this moment in American history. I’m disturbed and concerned.

Aaron Sorkin via

The West Wing episode Isaac and Ishmael 

Regarding his desired fate for terrorists, Josh Lyman says, “I'd put 'em in a small cell and make them watch home movies of the birthdays and baptisms and weddings of every single person they killed over and over everyday for the rest of their lives. And then they'd get punched in the mouth every night at bedtime.”

Watching the coverage regarding the death of Osama bin Laden, I was struck by b-roll shot outside the White House. It looked like a frat party to celebrate the execution. Ten years ago radicals danced in the streets to celebrate the thousands of deaths orchestrated by Osama bin Laden. Today Americans are dancing in the streets like zealots. 

This doesn't compute. I understand that Aaron Sorkin's solution isn't nearly as psychically satisfying as Osama's head on pike. But I do think that death was too simple a punishment for bin Laden; conversely, I have a hard time accepting hate into my heart.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."

Photo: oO-Rein-Oo

She carried her Prada purse as the spoils of a divorce; however, she was not the victor. 

Photo: Iznanka

Her mood was quickly lifted by Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl. The bouncing melody reminded her of David and dancing in her small dorm room Freshman year. Drunk and slurring the lyrics, they'd spin around until nauseous and cackling with laughter.

Photo: MotyPest