Bring On The Cool Cold Air 9/23/2008

It feels like fall
It is almost fall
I hear it's call
In the cool morning air
I have no fear
People tend to stay inside
To that I am much obliged
As one coming from a busy town
You never have a sense of being alone
This can be frustrating to the mind at times
So you have to find the cracks inbetween the lines
But when the cool cold air settles in
I know where I have been
Outside alone
Where the cool cold air blows

DMM
9/23/2008

He Was 9/15/2008

Sometimes...
Alone, I visit his grave on Saturdays
(the dog stays in the car)
I dead head the flowers
And weed out the weeds
Making sure it is all neat an' clean
I hand trim the grass around his military plaque
I brush it clean and stand at attention
Gazing at the cosmo flower that has grown sooo high
Why he is gone, I never ever wonder why
Sometimes, "sometimes" a hint of a tear
I need to remember him
As I try to become a Father myself
Sometimes I miss him sooo....
But when I leave his grave
I leave with a glow
Knowing that I knew him
What a good Father he was
I hope to somehow someday show my
Child(ren) what, how, who he was....
Was!
He was!
All this time I grow old and have a new fear
I don't want to die
I don't want to be buried in the ground
Burn me baby, burn me
Spread my ash upon the land
Grow plants, grow flowers in me
Eat my ash be one with me
I don't want to die
I don't want to be buried in the ground
I miss you soooo.......!

DMM
9/15/2008

My Pathetic Work Day 9/10/2008

I spend more than half my day at work faking that I am working
It is quite pathetic and I think it actually takes up more energy
I will just pretend I am writing an email or something but I am actually writing crap like this
And this crap is just for my mere amusement as no one really reads it
A lot of times I will write stupid gibberish nonsense
I will then turn around open up a file cabinet pull a file and glance over some paperwork then put it back like I am busy
I may get up with a few pieces of paper and walk to the other side of the office and then back
I really only work maybe 2 hours 3 hours tops most days
I could do so much more but there really is nothing left to do
We could fire one or two people and still be fine and very productive
I guess I am lucky in one way but very unlucky and bored on many days
I can do so many personal things at work
In the morning I come in no one is here I turn on my pc then drop to the ground and do 10 minutes of crunches then 50 - 100 push ups
Get up go into the café and get my coffee and bottle of water
Drink the coffee down the water go to the bathroom and then back to get more coffee and water
It takes me maybe 30 minutes or less to go through my email
The job is quite simple since I have been her 10 years
I do not have to think very much at all
Some days I feel I will fall down due to boredom
I have figured out if I eat a little through out the day I can actually stay more alert
If I eat all at once by the end of the day my energy is so low I would almost nod out steering into oblivion at my pc screens
It is a constant battle to sit in place all day
I learned to remember to stretch here and there through out the day to stay loose
I spend more than half my day at work faking that I am working maybe even more
It is quite pathetic and I think it actually takes up more energy
BUT I am in great shape for this daily pathetic marathon I can make it through the day just ok

DMM
9/10/2008

Hello Baby 9/5/2008

In and out, in and out
We are doing it
We did it
We done it
We will do it again
You will be created
In time
In rhyme
In rhythm
We are doing it fine
It is a thin line
A short window of time
Before and a little after
Ha ha
In laughter
In love
In LOVE
Wink wink
Follow me she says
To the boom boom room
In and out, in and out
We are doing it again
And again
Maybe we will have ten
Ok maybe not
Maybe five
Feeling alive
Ha ha
In laughter
In love
In LOVE
Wink wink

Hello Baby!

DMM
9/5/2008

Clunk Goes The Door 9/5/2008

So
Sometimes, I wish I was something more
But what could be so pure?
Not the one working for the corporate green greed
Climbing the ladder leaving the rest to bleed
Not the one selling their soul for a self righteous goal
To be number one on the celebrity pole
Sometimes I can't find it here down in the cracks
In the middle down in-between
Maybe I am not suppose to find it
Maybe I already have the more
Lets sit back, rest and explore
Like I have heard
It is not in the wanting more
It is in the wanting what you have
What do I have?
I have a beautiful loving wife
A wonderful healthy life
A roof over my head
Food and water at my beck and call
But what for my future?
Sometimes I do think about it
And maybe I do slightly worry
But not out loud, never
How do I sever myself from the future
The only way is a sense of security I guess
Can money be that security
Is my current job that security
I still can never get over the feeling
I am chained to this job
Sometimes, I wish I was something more
But what could be so pure?
I need a certain cure
I know we all feel the same from time to time
I do know how to rhyme
Most of the time with no problem at all
Today though I am in a self inflicted crime
I am stuck down in the grime
Dirty, muddy and crusty with scabs
Hey, hey hey over here Mr. Cab Driver
Get me out of here!

(clunk goes the door)

DMM
9/5/2008