Not your average pot hole.

I saw something today. It was something I always had night terrors about. I need to get back to where Ive come from. In New Mexico, there was no judgement. It was mountain air, howling coyotes, pine trees and road runners. It was my life for such a short period, yet so strongly influences who I am right now.

I see beauty in everyone. Physical and something beyond that. Sometimes its harder to see, veiled behind an attitude or makeup, but it is certainly there. Because of that, I forgive too easily. I forgive my Father, the priest who said Im going to hell, the friend whose last words echo "bitch" in my ear, the bully who held me up by the throat because I had all A's and he didnt, and so on. I forgive because I understand. I see their pain, and feel their pain. I feel sorry for Tiger Woods. How sad. I never forget though. Do not be confused with holding grudges. Those are too hard on me. I'll always remember that bully for doing such an ugly and humiliating thing, but I hope he is well now.

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.


-Bukowski