connectedness
I think a lot about how separate I am
I seem to forget about the connections
it's like the 6 degrees
of separation
here I am on my stranded little island
thinking I'm oh so alone
and yet the water splashes
splashes me wet
and rinses me free
water is my friend
and I can hear the wave
the whisper of the sea-foam
the tragic clash of tide
sweeping away my sandy shore
where I once stood tall
where I once stood with someone
the waves have washed away
more than my sadness
more than my link
more than my love
the waves have washed away my time
they've washed away my past
away it has all gone, but no
gently swaying somewhere in the sea
the ocean keeps it safe
the water keeps it moist
the fish keep it company
it's all still here
just the same as everything ever lost
and yet to be found
we have all that we need
on our island oasis
trees for shade
sun for vitamin
food for thought
and I wonder
why it is I feel so alone
sometimes
when everything I ever need
or want
is right here for me
all I have to do is reach.....

it's coming

the cool and crisp air of fall
sometimes it soothes my soul
and othertimes it gives me
brainfreeze
I hate the way it whispers in my ear
more like a shout really
I need to invest in some muffs
haha muffs for my ears that is
earmuffs
so's I can keep pedeling
my ass across this almost frozen tundra
there's nothing worse than the feeling of
cold limbs and frozen face
along with the strange sensation
of sweaty bod
you can't dress for this type of
torture
facemask, earmuffs, scarf
large puffy down insulated gloves that make it difficult
to grasp the handlebars
legwarmers up our legs and arms
nice warm pants that are very skinny on just the right side
to avoid damage from being caught in the chain
or maybe I could start pinning and rolling again
like I did in elementary school
bringing it back!!! aw yeah!!!!
then you need to top off the ever stylish ensemble with
a tank top or possible tank style turtle neck
because your torso and mainly pits
are bound to get sweaty
as you pedal and pedal
fuk it....
it's just about bus season for me

I hate the cold - it makes me crabby!

huh?

how dare I win this with lame-o mud wrestling