I've come to understand

Heard no more, a tale told
full of sound and meaning nothing
I heard you speak the last syllable
with no compassion, blankness,
contradictions

I am walking in life's shadow
doing the best that I can
all the sadness it causes
and the weeping
so pathetic, so dismal
and does it not seem to you
soon we will be forgotten
scouring the alley for food
and this is what

I ask for more justice
and less charity.

Spanish 101

Donde esta el bano?

dohn-deh ehs-tah ehl bah-nyo?

Where is the restroom?

This is a good question to know, well..when you need to know.

I didn't care for you

Here's a follow up song for the people I thought were my friends.
Just need to let you know.

Who will buy my memories

Well, 5 days just flew by, just like that, whiz, did you see them. The last few days just sucked. I'm unmarried, spent Memorial weekend pretty much alone. My son was with his dad. It sucked because we have done something on this weekend for the last 20 years, you know you get accustomed to it.

To all my friends who said get a divorce, it will make you life better, you can all go to hell. The marriage sucked, sure, but as much as we ignored each other, it was more fun than sitting on your ass at home. Cleaning, doing laundry, mowing.

Let me fore warn you. Don't believe the bullshit from your married friends. "Oh we will still invite you over, we'll always be friends, you guys getting a divorce won't change our friendship" This is crap! Married couples like to hang out with other married couples. It's human nature.

Sure I made the choice, I accept that. Just think really hard before you decide. Yeah, you can be very alone in the marriage, but at least you have people to hang with, parties, laughing, grilling out, amusement parks, etc. Sure its fake. Now we get to take turns wondering what our son is doing on the holidays when he's with the other parent.

Let this song explain..

Nothing is as perfect as it seems

"Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain." In the movie The Wizard of Oz, the Wizard doesn't want to reveil who he really is. He doesn't want to let people down, he doesn't want them to see his flaws, that he is just an ordinary man and so he hides behind the curtain. Well, I am going to open my curtain a bit, get a little brave and share a little fiction.

I love to write. Most things I write I have never let anybody read.

My mind spins out sentences all day. Those sentences form fictional stories. Some with conflict and tribulation, others full of anguish. Most are full of emotions, some are intense, some are loving. (Well, at least I think they are!) So occasionally I will write some fictional paragraphs. Warning, I am not a professional writer, I just pretend to be one on my blog.

Expect the unexpected.

Let me define the moment..

Party's over

You came to me
in printed wrappings
with curled ribbon
and pink icing

The candle went out
the party hat wrinkled
elastic snapped

You can sing me no songs