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okay, so i have yet to really write anything in this blog. i've shownyou some work from way back in '92 but let's face it i've written somesince, although quite honestly i use to write a lot more. my writingis at it's best when i'm sad or angry (even love poems) when i'm happyi am just not able to reach that deep. maybe when i'm happy i wouldjust prefer to stay that way so i don't examine much in detail. mywriting has become less poetic and more commentary/rant like. is thiswhat happens as you age?

perhaps i should have waited to start this, oh well - what's done isdone. with all the holidays, i have very little time to myself to sitand write. so much shopping. so many parties. so many visitors. it's not even December yet and i'm already exhausted.

here's my ode to the xmas shopping season:

It's The Most Frustrating Time Of The Year
With the kids always yelling
And everyone telling you "kick into third gear"
It's The Most Frustrating Time Of The Year
It's the most hor-horrific season of all
With those holiday feedings and injurous meetings
When all your finances fall
It's the most hor-horrific season of all

again, please check back again - i will be updating as often as i can create.

as i stand by the gate preparing to go in
i think of your final and most deadly sin
i'm sure you feel justified in some silly way
i still sit and wonder why couldn't stay
i'm sure none of these questions matter now
this was your exist your last and final bow
as i lay your roses by your cold grave
it is you last words one one heard that i crave


april 25, 92

(it was a very busy year for me; a very sad and busy year)

intro...this was written back in 1992 it was a part of my OAC writers craft independent study. i had to read two books of similar genre (choosen from a list - how creative) i choose satire; more specifically galapagos by kurt vonnegut and catch 22 by joseph heller. we were then given strange writing assigments - one of them was a poemas written by one of the characters, this is what i came up with:

they must be mistaken

they are all around me, closing in,
there are too many i could never win.
no, i am not crazy, it's just not true,
no, i don't believe them. why do you?
what, you say it's not real just insanity?
you're words are not authentic, mere profanity.
you make me nervous by the way you talk,
is it my obervations that you need mock?
all i want is to get out of here,
dont' you them, they draw near.
i see their eyes watching cast down upon me,
hey , there they are, why can you not see?
these evil people have chosen me as their clown,
i can see their hunger as they stare me down.
they have taken over and invaded my mind,
they're beside me, in forn and even behind.
there they come to get me, this time for true,
i told you that i wasn't, insane, so it must be you.

- Yossarian (catch 22)

there are places i go to
and memories that hant me
there are friends i run to
and strangers who elude me

i am thankful
and i am sad

please be patient with me. this is my other blog. i want to try and get to my creative writing. yes, i suppose i could have just posted my creative writing on moBlog - this will be a clean fresh slate and blogger will give me more options then tBlog.

no, i'm not really sure when i will find the time to blog x2 but whatever. and i've even considered a third tech-type blog. but i will try to maintain 2 for now.

this blog will be devoted to all things writing - whether it be my insane theories on crime or a romantic poem.

i hope you check back often as i will be updated this blog at least once a week.