remember deep thoughts with Jack Handey?

Current mood: blah

well today I'm having a kind of a deep thoughts day....
maybe it's the full moon casting her spell of enchantment upon me
maybe it's the eclipse
maybe it's because my brain is being fondled in many ways via MCTC
whatever the reason - today I am thinking deeply

as I look around the computer lab I see many faces
we are all quiet
I can hear the tip tap tippity tap of fingers typing away
an occasional cough or squeak of chair
we are all here to study
but most of us are on myspace
searching

for connections
when we are all sitting in this room together
not saying a damn thing to one another

I send you pictures and stupid bulletins
comments
I try to be fun and witty and involved
and yet here I sit on the other side of the screen
pitter pat tap type
"Hellooooooooooo there - friend!"

friend?

I wonder how long this technical era will last?
How far will it take us?

I can only go so far this way before I need more
and yet I find it easier to say things here
my words pour forth with more ease when they are
tapped into existence
versus rolled off of tongue

I'm done in the computer lab
got all the info I needed off of the online
dictionary

but I wait here for the information
I truly need

I should go outside
and enjoy the rays of light
invite my son to lunch if his father will agree

I will go now
and read the four chapters I must before 3pm

adios ami-gos and -gas!

8:37 and I’m at the bus stop

Current mood: damp

the world is a buzz
and yet somehow I feel a fuzz
I just wanted to tell you
that I love you
and not feel coo-coo
in the early morning dew
I think of you
in the thick foggy haze
I wander in this maze
my trail's a blaze
and the thickness settles
just as the screeching metals
dig and tear at the street
within my secret early morn retreat
I feel complete
I want to sit - and breathe this thick morning air
but do I dare
coated with dew drops and faerie dusting
and here I am wanting to be trusting
the world is moist and wet
clouds heavy with regret
please dont forget
full heavy cloud
did I just say that aloud
should it be kept in shroud
but this grey damp casing
this foggy facing
leaves me outside
lookin in.....

is it ever enough

cataclizmicklly and rythmiclly
the world makes sense if you really want it to
you can find clues in the dirtiest dumpsters if you only look
the signs point to yes if you follow them that way
and they turn you towards disaster if you let them
which way will you go?
the road lies stretched ahead
and you can go any which way you choose
and I choose to go this way
and then turn round back sometimes
the object is to keep on moving
never stop
dont
until you get enuff
what's enuff
for me
you
half full or half empty
which way do you look it
stare it down
and breathe it in
smell the wicked views of containment
this is my home
I live in this casing
it's looking more withered
and just when it should be spit shining
gleam griming
the way I see it
is through glass of rose
at times
I see what I wanna see
sometimes
I dont see what I should
I look too closely
I feel too deeply
I ask nothing
give nothing
spare no feelings
spare too many
I grow tired with trivial
the mundane makes me weep
and the heroic efforts of others
leave me speechless
and grasping for more
and somehow I keep thinking
writing
typing
and what do I hope to accomplish
a bit of release
of what's trapped
mostly wrapped
in my casing
I like to free up space every now and then
make room for more
mismatched discoveries
and unlearned truths
crafting my reality
through trust
and deceit
my truth is your lie
and your truth is my lie
I'm running circles
looking for an end
and it keeps coming back to me
this beginning
and middle
this slice of possibility
anything's possible
but knowing what you want
what you really want
is harder
want wish want wish
need
I'm getting by
but could I be doing better?