1st things 1st

okay, someone please tell me how to add links on the sidebar. i feel like a complete dunce, but i am not figuring it out. kthanks. i want to be connected to my other blogging friends. and can i just say how much i dislike the word 'blog'? i know it is merely an aphaeresis of weblog, which i think sounds much better. the word just kinda grosses me out. why couldn't they, whoever they are, have called it a web journal (bjourn, pronounced kinda like bjork, just sayin' that sounds pretty suave to me) or even an e-journal. anything other than blog...actually, i'm gonna start referring to it as weblog. full name. i like it better. unless the bjourn thing takes off, then i'll call it that, otherwise, no one would know what i was talking about.

Days change, and so it leads to life change

Loneliness came by your preference. Alone, but purposeful. Somewhere, somehow, sadness followed. It was deep, not understood, I was behind most of it. Only one could see you, maybe because you only let one see. Perpetually, you fell into an unassuming cycle. Anytime, you had the chance to get off, you opted to stay on. I guess in some unrealistic way you only felt safe and normal on that carousel, forgetting what it was like to stand still on solid ground. I guess in whirlwinds your head cannot be clear. Falling off the carousel was painful and I think you may have even been trapped underneath while it kept spinning above you, but after you pulled yourself out and regained your stance on the solid earth, the sky cleared of all the dark clouds. Rays of the sun began to shine upon your cheek and glisten in your eye. I liked that newfound sparkle. I had missed that. But by then, you no longer let me see. I guess you had to prune your branches, the ones that held you back, and I know that I was one.

like a poem poorly written

I love Simon and Garfunkle.
I don't think I could ever say that enough.
I love Paul Simon's lyrics and music. I love Garfunkle's voice. He can hit some notes I wouldn't even dream about. Their harmony is captivating. Sometimes, I feel like the music part of the song is so simplistic, yet so complex. I know that doesn't make sense, whatever. Anyways, I love so many of their songs, and right at this moment, if I HAD to pick a favorite this one would be it. I just like so many of the images in it, and it's amazing how it captures that feeling of being with a friend that was once so close, and now not so much. Everyone knows. Nothing necessarily pulls the friends apart but time and distance. Each has gone their own separate way, and meeting again is just not the same.

Anyhow, Ihave many friends that I miss dearly, but I know we are in different worlds now, but I still love catching up briefly and know what's happening, and I will always care and always enjoy reuniting every few years or so.

What I like most about S&G's music...I think alot. They always get me riled up. Whether it be nostalgia or normally untouched emotions, I'm moved to deep thoughts when I listen to them. And plus, their music is so soothing and so smooth. Everyone should give 'em a listen every once and awhile. That's all.


Its a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.

And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.


And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.


Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.


Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
Youre a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

--The Dangling Conversation