Stand tall my little ones
It’s not your fault
After surviving the lies
Don’t be afraid to look others in the eyes
Stand tall when those about you fall
Speak for the weak
Screaming their stories from the highest peak
I will listen for your call
You’re not alone
Mark and I sat in a vacant lot laughing uncontrollably. An old church towered behind us.
It was late at night and we were trying to rein ourselves in from some mind-bending substance.
Everything was so funny, we couldn’t stop laughing.
We lived across the street.
We didn’t want to wake anyone up.
A puppy darted around the field, playfully dancing around us.
Mark called to the puppy.
The puppy happily bounced over to us.
Mark petted the puppy.
The puppy ran off to the street and immediately got run over by a speeding truck.
The truck came to a screeching halt.
Lights started popping on in the houses up and down the street.
I looked at Mark. He was looking at the hand that petted the pooch.
Neighbors started pouring out of their houses screaming at the driver.
Mark and I moved back into the shadows of the church.
He kept looking at his hand.
Eventually we were able to cross the street and go home.
We both worked in the morning so I didn’t see him till the next evening.
I met him at the pub.
I could tell he was still freaked out.
He looked at his hand like he had inherited the black hand of death.
We sat in silence even though the pub was buzzing with activity.
I wanted to tell him stuff just happens man.
I looked Mark in the eye.
The only thing I could say was…
It all begins with a click.
Instantly diving into the creative abyss.
With images and writing so blindingly bright.
As I fall through the literary expanse day and night.
I try to keep up.
I write write write.
Thanking all those stars for sharing their light.
Like fireworks bursting with insight.
I’m writing this poem to put off what’s next.
Dreading my daily death by push up.
Today Desert Rose nominated my blog for the “Tell Me About Yourself Award.”
The rules for this award are to thank the person who nominated you, tell seven things about yourself, and nominate seven bloggers.
Thank you, Desert Rose. Thanks for making me share. 🙂
The following statements are all true.
1. I pretty much like peanut butter on everything. Including hot dogs.
2. My first dog was killed in a stash house in Mexico.
3. As a kid, I was kidnapped by a notorious biker gang and released unharmed.
4. My dad made Sixty Minutes… and not for his good deeds.
5. I was a third-generation foster kid, coming of age mostly in boys’ home and group homes and eventually aging out of the system.
6. I have lived and worked as far west as Hawaii and as far east as England and lots of places in between.
7. I feel like I won the lottery everyday. I’m happily married and have three great kids.
8. I presently earn a living hunting bad guys. I know there were only supposed to be seven things, but I’ve always had trouble following the rules. 🙂
9. I just wanted to break the rules again. I AM Potentially Disruptive.
The seven blogs I nominate for this award are… drumroll, please.
1. Poet Jena: http://poetjena.wordpress.com/about/
2. Antonio de Simone: http://antodesimone.wordpress.com/
3. Ardun Ward: http://ardunward.com/
4. Wayward Spirit: http://waywardspirit.wordpress.com/about/
5. Ramblings From an Apothetic Adult Baby: http://justingawel.com/about/
6. Scribble it Down: http://scribbleitdown.wordpress.com/
7. Cristian Mihai: http://cristianmihai.net/
Imagine a world where you’re just a click away to make someone’s day.
A flick of the finger can deliver smiles across the globe.
Don’t just follow.
When you catch them, tickle them.
Tell them something sweet.
And soon you will find they will be chasing you.
Telling you something sweet.
And the cool thing is…
You don’t have to break a sweat.
Tag you’re it.
It is amazing how the digital world is affecting my physical world.
My inhibitions are unraveling.
In the digital world the only thing that holds you back is a key stroke.
This weekend I’ve been on cab rides in Cairo and to a festival in the forest.
All this excitement has changed my attitude toward the public in general.
I’m sharing more.
I know it sounds hippy…
I have to be careful about the hippy talk.
You know you could be shot for that in rural Texas.
Shhhh and don’t tell them I’m from Los Angeles either.
I heard you can be jailed just for visiting.
I’m ninth generation, I’m sure that’s the noose.
Although I do buy a lot of avocados and sprouts at the market and say dude pretty often.
When the folks around here ask me about it I just say I watch a lot of TV then immediately point out some random person and say “I haven’t seen them around here before.”
But I’m actually interested in people again.
Everybody has something to offer even if they don’t know it.
I just want to help them find their gold.
The digital world has inspired me to inspire others I see everyday.
I hope, with all my inhibitions unraveling, I don’t turn into an old nudist.