This is our side.

June 3. 410 & Evers.

This is our side.

June 3. 410 & Evers.

The little ones gigantic presence.

Its not supposed to be like this, it was only yesterday that you were at the back of my mind, and I would never let you get away.

But something happened over night, something strange, something that took me by surprise, and now I cant seem to get you out of my head.

Its incredible how your coarse laughter rings, your cheeks wrinkle, your eyes twink and your chuckles and your giggles.

Through the coarse and thin, after the societal spin, we are each-others. We are sweet-hearts.

I cant seem to take on that role, though I want to. I cant seem to trust myself, though I ought to, you still are a significant part, you indeed are my sweet-heart.

I am confused, I am wrong, I don’t really know where I belong, what am I supposed to do, with a woman as sweet as you? I cant have you, I cant lose you.

What now? as I stare at this map, a couple thousand miles keep us apart. Why am I pondering so hard, Why is my head so fuzzy?

I don’t know of tomorrow, I don’t care about yesterday, right now, its that little structure, with unimaginable flair, only you are on my mind. Only about you I care.

I would bite you, I would pinch you, I would lay my head on your chest, I would hold you in a tight embrace, as I caught a whiff of your hair, After that, my imagination crashes, this girl is better by a thousand bashes.

My case is such, that I can reach but not grip, even though my prize is so close to me, I feel that she will slip. When the time comes and we are again face-to-face, only karma will tell, what we are to taste.

I smell you.You…

I smell you.

You are the first chill before the snowstorm.

You are the solemnness before misery.

You are the grumble that precedes hunger.

Your presence is felt before you.

You are the goosebumps, followed by chills.

You are the maker and breaker of all of life’s thrills.

You can defy the force of gravity.

You are the force that builds or kills.

You are the nervousness before the question.

You are the suspense before the answer.

Your heart is filled with every counter

You feel like the love of the father.

You are the editor, and you are the writer,

but you have no story.

 

you will publish and press,

 

but, you will never have a theory.

You are there, but you cant be seen.

You are denied every time you deem.

You will catch the essence every time in your palm,

You can lead to, or away from scorn.

I smell you.

You are not success, you are not failure.

You are not confirmed, you are not near.

You do not define what is, and what should be done.

But, you are there to help navigate every turn.

You are somewhere between 11 and 13.

You are expected to be, but are not 12.

Your sum does not add up,

 

your product is not justified.

 

I smell you, 

 

but you have confused my mind.

you have shut me out and blinded my eyes

I hear nothing and I cannot taste

this funny nose is all that is left of my face.

 

 

Peace in exchange, For my T.V.

You don’t see, I don’t see,

What this world has done to you and me.

I would like contentment and to be happy.

But i don’t know what my questions ought to be.

I seek comfort in a lady, but she is as volatile as the economy.

My guitar sits here and calls to me, as dust protects her surface.

I feel Guilty.

You are at my throat for materialistic being,

But when I am not around you long for me.

All I want is your voice,

Your words flow by my mind like a harmony.

I am up-creek without a paddle.

You don’t see, I don’t see,

What this world has done to you and me.

You swore to protect us, you swore for our liberty.

In the name of protection, you robbed us of our dignity.

You stand before billions, promising hope and change

Slaying human integrity, Dividing humanity in vain

There is turmoil in the east, Unrest in the west.

Religion, politics, and aggression, seems to sell the best.

When will I realize, That others misery is not my gain.

Everyone lies to me, While my distant brothers are in pain.

You don’t see, I don’t see,

What this world has done to you and me.

I hold high expectations of him, my brother.

I tell him to gather skills, wealth, and things that don’t matter.

Why don’t I realize that it is happiness he craves?

All the answers are there in his living,

all the answers are in the way he behaves.

He Showed me the focus, He showed me the spin.

He showed me how losing does not prevent a win.

He learned from my mistakes, He grew as the perfect example.

He prevents the lives of others, ending up in shambles.

You don’t see, I don’t see,

what this world has done to you and me.

The ones I ignored, once they told me,

Open your heart, and lose your ego (If you have any).

Good teachings will walk to you, followed by tranquillity.

The thirst for knowledge will make you a man.

Losing the Devil, will bring you God’s hand.

You don’t see, I don’t see,

What this world is doing to you and me…

Stone cold

Glenn Pendlay

Why? Well it started in Guatemala last week. I was eating in the weightlifting chow hall with Donny Shankle and thinking about the food. The meal that day included a sort of salad. Tasted like it had some kale in it, had some green beans, some corn, lettuce, and bits of bacon. There were diced up potatoes, cooked with onions. Diced up carrots that most people seemed to be mixing up with the potatoes and onions. And chicken. Not fried chicken, just chicken. It was representative of most of the meals, mostly vegetables and meat, some potatoes or rice. Nothing fancy. I remarked to Donny that it would be hard to overeat and get fat on such food. Not that it wasn’t good, it was tasty enough, but it was nothing you would want to go on eating once your hunger had been satisfied. And it wasn’t calorie dense, mostly…

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Fictionalism

**This blog post was Freshly Pressed in May 2012. Thank you WordPress and faithful readers!**

What’s the best thing about summer?

Most people would answer differently than I would. Don’t get me wrong, I like sunshine and warmth; I love being able to drive with my windows down; I LOVE getting my hopes up about camping and then not going because I have no one to go with; I love BBQs and being able to wear neon without attracting strange looks; I love bargaining with my father––if he picks up the dog poo and mows the lawn, I’ll buy him some ice-cream.

No, my favorite thing is being able to read. I know what you’re thinking. You can read any day of the year! No, not exactly. During the summer, I can kick my textbooks under my bed (I really did that. Damn you, Adelante Dos) and pick up…

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the eff stop

I’m easily distracted by any photo op.

After riding the rails to Denver, Karen and I caught a cab to the Car Rental lot in Denver near the airport. As she inspected the car I caught a glimpse of a bunny face-off in the small patch of grass separating the lot exit from the street. I dropped my luggage and grabbed my camera – I no longer cared about what kind of car we would rent, or mileage, or color, or insurance, or anything else. My whole world revolved around capturing the images of those bunnies. The scuffle was short and I missed a chance to get the loser flipping backwards – but the victor hung out with me for a few shots.

Karen apparently turned around to ask me a question and discovered I was no where near the car – I heard her mutter something like “Where’d she…

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