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| 2 years, well kinda |
So as I was so kindly informed by Monica today is “officially” my 2 year thoughts anniversary. So I guess it's a good day to reminiscence, and I hope you'll indulge me.
I say officially, because my first foray consisted of exactly 6 entries between November 3rd and December 18 of '07. Most were Haiku's:
Golden wings are spread
Cast shadows over the land
Dawn is gone from here
Drank the Night Away
Slept it off through the Morning
A Beautiful Day
The Night wind blows cold
Hiding inside from its touch
A warm bed tonight
First line is five beats
Second line is seven beats
The last is five too
I actually got first “friend” request then. From who? Dancerchick. What you never heard of her? Don't feel bad she was only on here for a day or 2, never even posted a blog, but there she is still on my friends list. Who knows maybe one day she'll find her way back here.
My next entry wasn't until March 5th of '09.
Well I'm back. Hope to feep this up this time.
Love that typo. And other than a few hiatuses I have fept it up. Why such a long hiatus though? Mmm, that's a good question. In part it was Playstation 3, hours and hours of playing Team Fortress 2. But I think a larger reason was that if I stayed I knew I would begin blogging about things I didn't want to blog about. Things like in blogs like these
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/a-personal-storyrethou ght-253597/
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/the-last-time-i-cried- 273597/
I was going through a rough time in my life and if you were reading my blogs during the spring and summer you know that.
The Beast
Embrace the beast and shed the pain and compunctions. Casting off not just pain and sorrow, conscious and morality are left behind as well as he flees the burdens of his own humanity.
No man may remain a beast forever. If death doesn't take him he wakes fully aware of his crimes and failings. With that pain comes the knowledge and disappointment that he is once again a man.
A man who must find a way to live with the horror and shame of what he has done. For if he can't cast off or tame the beast it will be the ruination of all he loves and the end of his life. To die would do nothing to restore his honor and would curse the ones he loves.
He must find peace in himself and chart a new course in his life. He must become a man he can be proud to be again. The beast or death are his only other options. One would only further ruin his life and must lead to the other. To die now would be to die devoid of honor or worth. A grave wound to all who knew him.
Great Sorrow
Great sorrow surrounds me
It is mine yet I cannot bear it's touch
Even at arms reach cold pain caresses me
I sit here trying to ignore the inevitable
Deciding where and how to stand and face it
Praying my legs won't buckle or my courage fail
Shadow/Light
Darkness and doubt surround me
My world is shadows dancing in the flickering light
The demons are circling
Swooping down and rending my flesh
What do I hope to find in the shadows?
What lies there shunning the light?
Have I lingered to long?
Can I ever leave?
Am I able to let go of what holds me here?
To grasp what lies in the light?
Will I continue to be a shadow?
Will I be the light?
Of course it hasn't been all doom and gloom
Her Procession
The storm has passed,
In it rushed tall pines bowed by the wind
A herald of her majesty
An armada of black cloud looms on the horizon,
Soon rain oscillates in rhythm with the wind
Painting Rorschachs on the glass
Thunder roars in the distance and close at hand
Cool water drenches parched farm lands and fills the swamps.
Lighting dances in the sky
Bluster begins to give way and the storm takes it time
Lady Nature determined to let it be known she is the most grand and terrible of all beauties
With grace she makes a slow exit over the horizon
The sun has set and the air smells of her perfume,
the creatures of the night sing her song
And the earth has been kissed by her loving lips
There have even been some laughs
Midnight Breakfast
WARNING Do not read this blog if you are hungry. All responsibilities for any actions taken after the reader reads are his and his alone. The blogger and his affiliates are not responsible. Any attempt to sue hammin8r inc. or any of its subsidiaries will be met with the usual level of deadly force.(ie a complete air/sea/land assault coordinated by the CEO himself) Read with caution or food at hand.
Breakfast is always better at or after midnight. A belly full of alcohol, a pleasant buzzing in your skull and good friends around the table as you scan the menu. If you've done this before you know what you want. The menu simply a prop.
Waffles or pancakes (depending on which the restaurant serves, and if you happen to find yourself in one of those rare place that sprung for both a skillet and a waffle iron this can cause a major dilemma), eggs cooked just how you like them(scrambled with cheese for me), grits(if your a southerner), hashrounds(if you're not, or a southerner who finds himself north of the mason-Dixon line)at least one breakfast meat, and toast(or biscuits).
So you order and you wait. Smokers smoke(if you're in one of those bastions of freedom where people are still allowed to smoke) and everyone conversates(love that word, been using don't know where I picked it up may have made, but it should be a word you can't have a conversation without conversating, spread it I love it) About the night, their lives, old times, or the other midnight people hunched over their own table in their fuax leather booths. Someone may or may not be flirting with the waitress.(something that has more to do with how drunk and horny he is than how attractive she is/ of course we all have that friends who flirts with ALL of them)
When the food is brought conversation begins to dry up as plates are arranged, syrup is poured and unthinkable condiments asked for. Then conversation becomes a series of mmm's, ah's and damnthatsgoods as everyone digs in. Veteran's each have their own system for how this is best done.
Some like stir up all their food creating slurpy, crunchy, breakfast paste that they consume with abandon. Others are fastidious about separating their food not only on the plate but taking a swallow of their drink to cleanse the palette not wanting one taste tainting another. I prefer the maestro method.
Syruping and condimenting my food before I begin to conduct what can only be called a flavor symphony. My fork, knife and fingers working in together to create a flavormasterpeice in my mouth.
A big bite of pancake followed by a few bites of eggs(the syrup on the fork giving them a whiff of sweetness) before taking a bite of crispy bacon. Then back for another bite of pancakes that I savor while stirring the butter and black pepper into my grits, which must then be sampled to insure it has been properly mixed.
Then the flavor song rushes forward notes and melodies improvised on the fly by the wants and whims of my tongue. Until the song peeks and satiated I begin to wind it down, saving the last of the best for my final movement. Striving to leave just the right amount of pancakes to close the song, following the ceremonial eating of my last strip of bacon.
Then everyone done, the smokers smoke(if they can) and everyone conversates and all friends around the table enjoy a moment together, where they are satiated.
Sorry if this made y'all hungry.
I've come to love and need thoughts. The pure poetry of monicaspeaks, and lamebull. The love and fierce bark of fragglerocks and the unfettered joy of his wife snugglebum. Stevenhayes fierce dedication to his principles. And allthingsbucks wisdom, love and humor. The varied and entertaining blogs of irishmike, funfreak, olla, grandma50X5, Blossom and so many more friends and others.
I've found a kind of home here and anyone who says you can't make real friends on the internet has never been to thoughts. So I'll leave ya'll with some links some more faves of mine. And don't worry I haven't forgotten about the Haunted series hopefully I'll sit down and bang out the next installment by the weekend.
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/from-an-undisclosed-lo cation-6-356085/
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/hello-from-carolinaret hought-264091/
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/from-an-undisclosed-lo cation-3-356074/
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/on-writng-285391/
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/white-trash-wizard-281 201/
http://www.thoughts.com/hammin8r/blog/haunted-350285/
There are many more and I never delete anything, if your new to my blogs feel free to go and look through some of my older ones and leave comments if you feel the compulsion, it'll do wonders for my ego. They're all categorized for you convenience.
Thanks for reading thoughtsters and here's to many more years to come.
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Posted by hammin8r on 2009-11-03 12:34:23 | Rating: | Views: 35
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