and i am still here

and you are still there... sleeping no doubt, or sitting in silence... looking at the hour, when sleep covers most of the western hemisphere, i sit awake wondering why... why we do the things we do... why a child blows up another child... why a man soils his nest... why a woman helps him do it... why a leader does not give peace a chance... why a government for the people allows most of the people to fall farther and farther into debt-slavery... why a people allow the government to stand when it is so immersed in supporting a corporate world that it chews up and spits out a people... why self-destruction is so clearly the human way and why so many people would rather stick their heads in the sand and take it up the ass than face this fact... why we bother continuing to have children when we are destroying the world we leave them... why we empower fear over love...

and we still say... sweet dreams...

promise

after all the words are written, after all the blogs are closed, after all the people have gone to bed, cloased their eyes, fallen asleep, there is still one last promise left to keep...

that is why...

the sounds of sleeping

so very much like the sounds of silence from the old song, yes, hello my old friend, and no one stays awake with me... sadness, yes, but also the bliss of knowing i actualized being true to myself all this time... never thought i'd be alone, perhaps, but we are all always alone, in fact, and this is another reminder...

when you arrive, i hope to still be :)

between the blinds

and the day that we find
we can share in our minds
the grand stand undefined
of the heart unconfined
in the body divined
as the seconds unwind
past the fear so refined
that it has reason resigned
to accept being blind
and the death of the mind
waiting staid and misaligned
for the day that we find
we can share in our minds

musical fact

Fact: music is such an amazing experience... in the same moment i am longing to the point of aching to share the experience, i am in securely independent bliss simply experiencing the experience... anyone who has not been here has missed one of the most amazing magical experienced of life.

lonely night

there i was minding my own whatever, mostly content (even tickled) to be sleeping all night... but here i am, alone, lonely, realizing it is a saturday night and i passed up a twelve hour full day concert with many bands (did i do this last year as well?) and a party at a favorite meetup person's house (which is likely still going on) cuz sleeping was a much better idea for the body... all cuz the big green chair could not handle it's liquor and fell over backwards (with me in it), waking me from some golden slumbers...

and nobody was around to appreciate the moments (or panic, even) and take photos for posterity (and shits and giggles) and one more wonderfully mine saturday night live goes by unshared... sigh and alas and all, even the whippoorwills are sleeping... wish you were here... wish somebody was here... here in the afterblog, where the despair meets the excitement of hope and gives way to the sweet bliss of being in the precious place between sleep and awake where you roll over, cuddle, slide into unconsciousness (golden slumbers, ya know) and know the true meaning of unconditional love and trust...

still longing to be shared...

alone with all of you, here

after all is said and done
i am still the only one
here.

after you have come and gone
solitude will carry on
here.

after time and space are through
i am me and you are you
see?

after all the rhymes and prose
there is only one who knows
me.