seek, search

Growing exponentially

I seek and I search

I can’t see in the dark

Groping blindly I stumble

Trying again

I seek I search

Light beams in

Perfection an impossibility

Perseverance a reality

Album of the Month

This past weekend, while in Houston, I picked up The Weepies latest album, Hideaway. To say the least, I am enthralled by this music. I might have shamefully listened to the c.d. four times on my drive back to Searcy. Their sound is intriquingly phenomenal. For a taste of their sound visit their myspace.

daily

exasperated, all is gone
senseless, numb to life
trembling, nothing left
falling, heart is cleft
releasing, loosing strife
rejuvenated, new day begun

mind's maze

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning
hatred, scorn war and pain
in these where is there gain
forgiveness is the way to live
why can't we just love and give

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning
as lepers of emotion
how do we put love in motion
it is written, "Jesus wept"
why can't we reach this depth

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning
if aiming for perfection
means killing my reflection
then death to me
love i will be

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning

transition

my heart throbs
my soul aches
my spirit slowly breaks
much i have to reveal
how would this make others feel
my legs are weary, my feet sore
i can't bear this load anymore
i stutter, speak, words begin to flow
jubilantly i glow
happiness, freedom, joy live in me
i speak his name with ecstasy
love gives me wings on which i soar

I think this is what happens when I read to many westerns

The gate slowly creaked open, and the jingle of spurs entered the corral. A tall young, bowlegged cowboy strode across the corral towards the waiting horse. He stood there for a moment contemplating the animal, while absentmindedly smoking a cigarette. The cowboy snugged his worn out Stetson down on his head, and took a final drag from his cigarette and tossed it off, as he stuck a worn out boot in the stirrup and put a hand on the reins.

“I’m a darn fool,” he thought to himself, as he swung up on the beast, exhaling plumes of tobacco smoke around his head. For a brief moment, he thought nothing was going to happen. Then the tough old mustang began to shake and tremor all over. Hernando sighed deeply, and gripped his legs tighter around the horse.

The horse seemed to sky rocket into the air, and came back down to earth with a bone jarring thud. Up and down, pitching and twisting, the beast raised hell for a few more leaps, and then the cowboy found himself suspended in mid air, with nothing below him. Reality kicked in for Hernando when he slammed into the poles of the fence with a sickening crash.

He got up slowly from the ground, brushing the dirt and grime from his chaps and reaching out for his hat, while swearing under his breath in Spanish. As he placed the Stetson firmly back on his head, he glanced across the corral at the old mustang. It stood there contemptuously watching the cowboy, stomping its foot and snorting loudly. Raucous laughter echoed across the arena, and Hernando glanced back over his shoulder to see Shorty nimbly climbing up the fence to take a seat.

“Boy when you gonna’ learn how to straddle a hoss’ like a real man,” he taunted in a deep Southern drawl.

“Well if it is so easy, why don’t you get off the fence and ride the animal yourself,” Hernando retorted with great irritation.

“Naw, it is more enjoyable, if I seat right here and watch you make a fool of yourself,” was Shorty’s reply as he lackadaisically rolled himself a smoke.

By this time Hernando, had managed to catch the mustang again, and was talking soothingly too as it as he tightened the cinch. Gritting his teeth, he stuck his worn out boot back into the stirrup and swung into the saddle again. As the horse began to shake again he dug his spurs into his side and hung on for dear life. Up and down, left and right, he pitched with all his might, but the mustang could not throw the cowboy. Slowly the fight began to leave him and the bucking lessened up.

Hernando loped the horse over to the fence where Shorty was sitting in total shock, and said, “Well, I reckon it’s your turn.” He swung down off the horse handed the reins to Shorty, and began to roll a cigarette.

Donald Duck

Just a few minutes ago, I received a phone call from my dear Uncle Don. When Uncle Don calls it always makes my day, in fact he is in my opinion the coolest Uncle I have, on my mom's side of the family. Uncle Don is a quirky fellow, but in truth I often think that I would like to be just like him. Anyway we had a most delightful conversation, and he said I don't keep up with this blog. So this is for you Uncle Don. I am in Houston, chilling at my friends house, doing absolutely nothing. I enjoyed your phone call and hope I can come to see your house at the end of the summer. There you go Uncle Don. Remember you are the coolest.