Wednesday, December 5, 2012

loneliness

it is said that desire wanes with age
and in this life that is what i've seen
a man turns to material things
to prove his worth, but what does it mean?

people gather around wealth
so loneliness abates
and comfort can turn into love
and people find mates

but who can love without money
where is the pure desire?
in this modern culture
hearts do not know fire

bodies lust, minds greed
passion's bought and sold
money replaces human need
and desire grows old
and desire grows old

a few cast of material things
a few dare give up wealth
desire can't be bought or sold
and even risking health

a few value trust above all else
a few understand love
a few let desire lead the way
a few can rise above

the body lust and the mind's greed
to chase a dream alone
to let desire lead the way
beyond all we can own

to dare to face the loneliness
with nothing more to give
than the purest heart's desire
as the reason to live

bodies lust, minds greed
passion's bought and sold
but when love is all a man needs
no desire grows old
no desire grows old

no... desire does not grow old

Saturday, November 10, 2012

sadness

when sadness rolls in like a fog
and clouds the mind and senses
there is nothing we can do
as sadness breaks through all defenses

and the only way to survive
is to understand
that the sadness like everything else
just wants an open hand

so do not fear the sadness
embrace the facts you feel
to elude the madness
you just need to make it real

leave the complicated
you must simplify
and you'll find the sadness
is a tear in your eye

and when the sadness rolls down like a tear
it clears the mind and senses
there is nothing we can do
as sadness breaks through all defenses

and the only way to
is to understand
is the sadness like everyone else
just wants an open hand

so take a hand in yours
and overcome the fear
hold a hand in yours
let someone kiss your tear

take a hand in yours
show someone you care
hold a hand in yours
when you start to share
you will the feel sadness disappear

take a hand in yours
show someone you care
hold a hand in yours
when you start to share
you will the feel sadness disappear

Monday, November 5, 2012

anybody listening?

feeling that girl feeling if you know the song that starts out something like is there anybody going to listen to my story... sigh and alas and all... i write so many words in so many places (more than the links can lead you to even if you found time to follow every link which is unrealistic unless you chose to spend years reading my babblings and rhymes and stuff) and only a few in this life that i know of even began to attempt to read everything and i still hope for the one who might get close to that goal...

but first, i wonder if anybody still has that goal or ever will again...

it is a sad feeling
lonely
wanting to share so much
only
there is no one sharing
is anyone caring
no one here
are you there?

it is such a sad feeling
silence
feeling the world so much
violence
fear is all they're sharing
is anyone caring
no one here
are you there?

how many children must starve to death tonight...
before you will acknowledge something is wrong?
how many dollars will you spend on killing tonight...
before you acknowledge you are in this song?

it is a sad feeling
selfish
wanting to own so much
selfish
greed is all they're sharing
is anyone caring
no one here
are you there?

it is a sad feeling
dying
hiding the truth so much
lying
pretenses we are sharing
is anyone caring
no one here
are you there?

how many religions must tell you the same thing...
before you will acknowledge we're all the same?
how many times will you send your children to die for your way...
before you acknowledge hypocrisy is it's name?

love your neighbor
do not steal
love is the answer
that is real

love your neighbor
do not kill
it is your actions
it's your will

you will decide the fate of your children
and your world - humanity
please choose love over fear
please choose honesty

please choose love
love you
love me

please choose love
love you
love me

please choose love
i love you
you love me

please choose love
i love you
you love me

it's a happy feeling
i love you
you love me

sing it with me now
i love you
you love me

feel it with me now
i love you
you love me

mean it with me now
i love you
you love me

we can save the children
i love you
you love me

we can save each other
i love you
you love me

power to the people
i love you
you love me

make a happy feeling
i love you
you love me

na na na na na na
i love you
you love me

make it never ending
i love you
you love me

na na na na na na
i love you
you love me

na na na na na na
i love you
you love me

na na na na na na
i love you
you love me


Sunday, October 21, 2012

this is the place

this is the place i come to express the sadness and loneliness and feelings of abandonment and being left out and being unappreciated and misunderstood and... what?... should i go to some place like eharmony or match dot com?... that is a laugh... a sad laugh at that... the pretense of romance packaged in questionnaires and corporate approval and people fall for it left and right... and it's not cheap either... but those places are not for the different... they are for those striving to conform... for those accepting the delusions...

and i am different... too different to be explained in words... and still i hope for someone who might understand... someone who might be able to share as i share...

lament and hope, the pendulum swings...

sigh...

Friday, September 21, 2012

comment-letters

as i said in another daily, i don't know what will distinguish this blog from the other (four?) daily blogs i am writing at the moment or even which will become the dominate daily if any do... (e)thereal holds that spot clearly these days with dozens of entries a week, but anyway, today i am not feeling like defining much... so i cut and paste from a long comment-letter i wrote to a friend intending to catch up on this week... we shall see how editing in each of the daily blogs changes the original and perhaps inadvertently defines each blog... and away we go...

this week, both consciously and subconsciously, much time was spent preparing for the new schedule starting on monday (new job, how exciting)... a lot of cleaning and household stuff and paperwork type stuff and phone calls that i won't have time for starting next week... and as i said, the (e)thereal blog continues to be flooded with entries for whatever reason... could be last gasps (of life?... hope not... of that blog?... perhaps... of some other changes happening?... it's a possibility, as bugs used to say)... or simply attention seeking or stats seeking (which is attention seeking) or... whatever, ya know?... wanna guess or help analyze me?...

anyway, the several entries a day are sort of mind-dumped into there as that has become the place for the sanity writing, which i might explain another time if you have not already stumbled upon the explanation... simply, it's become a very consistent habit that keeps me as content and happy and stable and euphoric as i can be no matter what...

all the boxes... so many boxes could have been emptied during this time off but i was slow in that... nothing compared to what is in storage in a land far far away... i wish i had the $ to get my stuff down from ny storage too but... sigh... a quick calculation tells me that by the end of this year i will have spent $30,000 on that stuff in storage... it's been a very long timwe gone... hope it's still there as i keep sending $140 a month... half a car payment huh?... more even... anyway... memories are in boxes so i've been dredging through some this week... sometimes not as easy as i'd like, but loving almost every minute of it...

facebook... yup, facebook... that internet place and all the visuals and interactions it has to offer took up a few nights (yes, the subconscious reaction to starting the new job and switching to a 9-5 life apparently had me up all night a few nights this week now that i look back)... i created my first "pages" there, three of them, and i must have had good reasons to start public pages out there in the fb world... maybe i am reaching out again... maybe the lonelies are budging aside the solitary contentment... or maybe i just want to make some sort of broader mark out in fb land... maybe i will link them later... probably... for now you can find links in the (e)thereal... anyway, i spent several nights online...

i avoided blogger a lot because they changed the interface and that takes getting used to and i was not in the mood to have new learning forced on me during my last free week... maybe it's faster and or better, but it still is a forced change i did not want this week... as i went there i looked at stats and i still find page views and the google blogger stats seem confusing and inaccurate much of the time... stats are vital for making money with blogs so i've been trying to learn how to read them but... anyway, still looking to make money... i think the consumer blog made 13 cents or 1 cent this month, depending on which page i look at in the stats... are we bored yet or still caring?... mind if i smirk?...

what else... house work and the internet i suppose took up most time... i ran a 5k yesterday... with the foot wrap and unwrap and slower time cuz of foot and lower stamina and shower and hydrate that was more than 2 hours... used to be i could decide to run, slip on sneakers and head out the door and shower and be done with a 5k in less than half an hour... an aging body is so time consuming... i would like a medical check up, but no health insurance this year means no thorough check up this year... bad timing to lose the health insurance... hopefully no cancers are growing anywhere that would be found in the routine checks people our age are suppose to get... no bummer thoughts today... i ran/walked a 5k yesterday and feel fine today :)

and later i have softball and must leave in about three hours so it is time to get my piles of unpacking stuff out of the living room (we are having a friend or few over tomorrow) and cook and eat and shower and give happiness (dog) attention and give my blogs and facebook a little time and make sure i leave foot-wrapping dressing time before the game... last week traffic was so bad due to an accident it took more than 2 hours to get to the fields... the trip can be done in 20 minutes without traffic... even 15 minutes if i risk 70-75 with the left lane traffic on the 55mph highway) and no lights... frustrating and time consuming and more expensive and so on... maybe i need a meaningless complaint entry, aye?...

is that all i did this week?... well, maybe... i'd have to check (e)thereal myself to be sure, but no time for that now... if you know or remember me (or if not, you know now), i'd rather be writing and leave the reviews and editing for others... someday, perhaps long after l am gone, somebody might find worth in the millions of words that i leave behind... if the are found, alas, which brings me back to the last (e)thereal before falling asleep last night, the old website writings are still lost after hope rose that i might have found a copy yesterday when i unpacked and connected a couple of external drives... alas, i was careess and did not back them up there... hopefully the old laptop hard drives will be salvaged someday... so much writing, so many words, alas and alack and no bummer thoughts today... i ran a 5k yesterday and have fun ahead tonight... no bummer thoughts, so there... that's a decision i am sticking with :)

wishing for more time... hoping you are smiling more than frowning... sending love :)


Monday, September 17, 2012

frustrations and retrospection

still frustrating for me, for i am way too used to giving more than is wise and and making things alright for people and have been able to a lot in this life, but i must consider my survival given i do not actually have a certain income at this moment (even if i get the new job, which is likely, it is substantially lower income than i had before and it is only a three month guarantee), which means i must seriously cut back on spending wherever i can and as possible increase savings to maintain my survival balance...

withdrawing $1000 to give away is not doing that...

alas, there comes a time when i must accept limitations as i created a life in which limitations are very real and quite close to the ground in metaphor and physical reality... as i look back, i realize that this is the life i chose to create as a teenager and as much as friends at the time told me i was foolish and lacked common sense, it was the experience of basic survival at the ground level, everyman level, the level of living paycheck to paycheck that i sought... while i only lived paycheck to paycheck for a week or two just after choosing the experience of homelessness (a long short story for another time), i have seen savings rise and fall and consistently - the more i had, the more i gave away...

tomorrow i shall give away some more, but just most likely not enough to make everything the way my dear adopted family member wants... life is a compromise, after all... a positive and negative balance... and i think she understands why and may even support the decision as she said she does not want to continue asking anyone for money... a mature and responsible attitude i should support... it is how i have learned to survive myself...

it is still frustrating though...

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

whatever

sometimes i feel like i'm just in the way
in this hurry-up world where i don't want to play
the hurry-up games with the hurry-up stress
i don't want to be part of the human mess

i do what i want to do
what makes me happy
what sets me free

i enjoy the moments
don't ask for much
i just enjoy being me

and sometimes i feel like i'm just in the way
in this hurry-up world where i don't want to play
the hurry-up games with the hurry-up stress
i don't want to be part of the human mess

i like to help others
to inspire laughter
i believe in living
happily ever after
i don't need the stress
the rules or the fear
i just want to smile
and be happy i'm here

but when i want to share i find
i am asked to change my mind
everyone seems to think differently
there is no compatibility

relaxation is perceived as laziness
intelligence is perceived as haughtiness
and the lack of stress makes others uncomfortable
are they afraid to see the world is beautiful

they are so conditioned to work themselves to death
they skip right over the pleasure of every breath
and i've tried to fit in but it does not work for me
what they think is normal i see as insanity
and maybe that is what they see
when they look at me

but i think honestly
they don't really see

so sometimes i feel like i'm just in the way
in this hurry-up world where i don't want to play
the hurry-up games with the hurry-up stress
i don't want to be part of the human mess

i like to help others
to inspire laughter
i believe in living
happily ever after
i don't need the stress
the rules or the fear
i just want to smile
and be happy i'm here

and sometimes i feel like i'm just in the way
in this hurry-up world where i don't want to play
the hurry-up games with the hurry-up stress
i don't want to be part of the human mess

so i do what i want to do
what makes me happy
what sets me free

and i enjoy the moments
i don't ask for much
i just enjoy being me
i just enjoy being free
i just enjoy being happy

Monday, August 6, 2012

softball hurts

the games were rained out but the league told no one so people were not happy and sure enough, today was my first day meeting some of them and i didn't actually get a positive greeting... maybe they blamed me as i am the technical team manager cuz i pay for the team, but jackson does all the work, but the league is supposed to call me and i am supposed to tell jackson to tell everyone if there is a rainout or change of schedule so... the league did not call... the sun was shining when we got to the fields, but the fields were puddled and locked by the park... no league representatives were there and they did not answer their phones... very unhappy people drove upwards of an hour to get there... and they were kind of pushy and not very friendly to me, but jackson thinks i was just being oversensitive...

so they suggested we go to a neighborhood park to practice and i went along cuz i was riding with jackson but i was supposed to be a spectator today and the fields they found were taken so they decided to just take hitting practice on a bumpy open grassy field used for soccer and it was quite uneven and i had no ankle support and was wearing loose shoes, walking without even an ace bandage for the first time today after working the ankle and foot and leg more than ever yesterday, so i stood and watched until one of the people i knew (actually the only person i knew besides jackson) asked if i was going to bat and i said no because i didn't have my ankle brace or sneakers and the field isn't level and i pushed it yesterday and he joked saying "all i hear is whining" and i tried to joke back with "hey, you try breaking an ankle and rehabbing" and one of the new players i've not met said "all i hear are excuses" and i almost picked up a bat to hit but decided i was not getting bullied into risking an injury so i walked away and don't think i'll return to the team until next season as i don't want to play with strangers who are going to pressure me to push my rehab like that when they don't know me at all...

i was taken aback because i pay for the team and thought it was my team too, but a lot of the players were replaced while i've been injured and they do not seem very tolerant or friendly or welcoming to me, so they are not my kind of players... i have three other teams that are very welcoming and eager to have me back and very much care about my not pushing rehab, so i'll play with them... i am sad because i do have a few friends on this team (and i pay for it), and most sad because it was jackson and my team, but hey, i won't be pressured to risk hurt myself by insensitive strangers...

it caused a fifteen second 'fight' between jackson and me when i explained why i was hurt and don't want to return to the team this season and not until i am sure i am fully healed and have no excuses about giving my all cuz i don't like people who pounce on weakness before they even meet me and she was defending them saying they didn't mean it hurtfully and i was saying fine i am too insensitive to play with them and we made up after about the fifteen seconds it took to say those few lines (we don't like fighting) and she accepts me and i accept her (she's even more sensitive than i am and represses it more than i do, so she just wanted me to forget the hurt and i'll think about it, but i don't put myself in situations with insensitive people like that unless they are paying me a lot of money - especially not from a quite fat person (i wasn't sure which of the new people said it, but they were fat) who obviously is not one to talk about taking care of a body... yeah, still feeling abused, but i'll survive...

what hurts most is that because jackson hates hurt feelings even more than i do so she just wants them to go away (so in other words i should ignore them or not see people's insensitivity as hurtful) and that feels like she doesn't care about me and won't see how those insensitive words can hurt me and won't take my side even privately with me (was i supposed to pick up a bat and risk hurting myself?... she is the one who does not want me to play yet and has been cautioning me to take it slow more than anybody, but out there i was on my own looking like a whining excuse-making slacker... people can be very cruel in a schoolyard, ya know?), but she is my best friend and we get over it...

just remembered we were supposed to find out if the team wanted to play next season so i could save $30, but since the game was rained out and only half the players showed up, i'll spend an extra $30 and hopefully they will pay their share before my credit card bill comes (collecting the money is sometimes like pulling teeth)...

anyway, now, i shall rest because it was very hot out there and there was no place to sit while they practiced and i was dressed in long black pants (was gonna come home to change after brunch but stormy weather came and plans changed) that soaked up heat and i didn't have any fluids (just drank 60 ounces of water) and didn't get much sleep in days and am probably a lot crankier than anyone would rightfully tolerate... blah blah blah...

ok, so i whine and am over-sensitive, sue me (or take me or leave me), but it still felt like 'wow, first day i show up at the fields, i don't have the ankle rapped, it's an uneven open field, and i get this instead of take it easy and glad you are healing?)... the fat stranger did not seem welcoming or tolerant of my injury... yeah, fuck 'em if they don't care...

at least jackson will have a team to play with... and i have three others... and she'll talk me into returning eventually when i am not being such a baby and maybe she'll show more support for me since i am her best friend, after all, and she is mine... she just doesn't like to say so or show it in public cuz she's shy and i'm a strange old guy...

yeah, see, this place is just for the bored and the caring... if you found your way here and are wondering what the fuck is this shit and why am i reading this pathetic drivel, or something like that, you are not bored enough or don't care, so it's not for you...

feel free to forget it...

Saturday, July 28, 2012

loneliness


can i come here to whine when i'm feeling alone
when the loneliness overwhelms my senses
when i really don't want to be all on my own
when the loneliness tears down my defenses

can i come here to say
i have nothing to say
and i don't want to play
i am lonely today

the feeling i'm sharing
please believe
the heart i am wearing
on my sleeve
the world's disappearing
today
only the bored and the caring
would stay

can i come here to cry
when i'm feeling so lonesome
that i could die
have you felt so lonesome
there's no alibi
there is only falling
from an endless sky
into a darkness
a darkness
a darkness
a dark

just loneliness, loneliness feeding self-doubt
just emptiness, emptiness with no way out
just tenderness, tenderness painful to touch
can anybody understand what this is all about
i just want to share
can anyone hear
i just want to share so much

i just want to care
can anyone hear
i just want to care so much
it's painful to touch

(but the only cure
is a human touch)

can i come here to whine when i'm feeling alone
when the loneliness overwhelms my senses
when i really don't want to be all on my own
when the loneliness tears down my defenses

can i come here to say
i have nothing to say
and i don't want to play
i am lonely today

the feeling i'm sharing
please believe
the heart i am wearing
on my sleeve
the world's disappearing
today
only the bored and the caring
would stay

Saturday, July 14, 2012

singing is sometimes just crying out loud

if i could touch the feeling
wrap my mind around it
long enough to express it
in words that you might understand
what would you do?
what if you knew

how powerful the feeling
can be when empowered
long enough to share it
in words and eye contact and touch
we can't deny
don't even try
unless you want to know what life is like
living a lie

the bored and the caring
watch endless soap operas
that mimick the feelings
they repress inside

the pretense of sharing
the fear driven cop-outs
that support delusions
that hide where we hide

the self-condemnation
and false recreation
reverse annihilation
disguised suicide

the lost understanding
the holy commanding
and the current pandering
to all your faux pride

and the wonder buried deep in you
when your baby still cried
asks
can you even tell times (when) you told the truth
from the moments you lied?

and the wonder buried deep in you
where your baby still cries
asks
can you even tell times (when) you tell the truth
from the moments you lie?

if i could touch the feeling
wrap my mind around it
long enough to express it
in words that you might understand
what would you do?
what if you knew?
what if you knew?
what would you do?


Friday, July 6, 2012

maybe

as in the moody blues song of the same name and i reference this (e)thereal entry as i continue introducing this blog to myself (and you) for the entry was almost cut and pasted here as it reached into the loneliness and sadness that is bubbling up in the form of some lava-like fluid, a soft, thick, even slightly sticky emotion from depths i long ignored over the past few years... i kept too busy giving to others to feel the deeper desires within myself, but now that i have all the free time that being jobless provides, i can introspect and reassess myself and feel the neglect all too well...

and the thought who can find me rises as i return to the song, really?, i wonder, and who are you now? as in catching up and where are you now? as in right now, no one is here to share whatever i find as i reach into my depths... so why bother with the introspection and reassessment if it is only yet another selfish exercise in futility (or is it?)... can i share myself if i am not in touch with myself?... can i share my depths if they are buried and ignored?... oh surely a miracle worker, an amazing person who cared enough could inspire me to stop feeding the distractions and reflect and share it all, but if i continue to wait for that person, the one, i remain alone and the loneliness can only be buried for so long before it bubbles up as it is doing now...

ignored, it can open a pit, a vacuum, a void, an abyss, a depression... so i come here to put it into words... not just the loneliness and potential depression (and the pity-parties and emo and hopefully logical paths built from this exploration toward resolution of the dissatisfaction or whatever it is that allows the depression to have such compelling power), but whatever else brought me to this moment and condition... for the bored and the caring, and for myself, for the way out, for the hope of sharing again, and for you, i share these long sleeping thoughts here...

Thursday, July 5, 2012

next stop, albuquerque

well, probably not albuquerque, though i hear some seriously strange and cool people live in the area, even more cooler in santa fe, but that may just be a distraction for here we are as in, this is the next stop on the ride, the roller coaster ride that carries me through this life (or is it me driving, always get those two mixed up, intentionally, of course, because mystery sells better, or something like that, or this even)... anyway, or in any case, for that matter, (who?... not the doctor again) (e)thereal has simply become too distracted as it diverts from it's original purpose and instead of being just a simple and brief record of the daily life, it's become the depository for much more including the whiny pathos festering beneath the surface in these alone and lonely years loosely (and probably appropriately) called opinions and complaints and there, now you know where we came from...

so here we are...

we'll likely get to what we are here for, as in what's it all about (alfie or whomever might be here), next time... until then, welcome and thanks for being here...