The Day

If there is ever a day that I wish I could skip...It would be Monday...especially the Monday after returning from vacation. But with the "Most High" being wonderful...I've been given the blessing of another day.

I have returned from my trip to the Durty...NC. Definitely a memorable experience, as usual. At least I had witness to the forever creation of topics that seem to come up after a trip down there. For instance-The Man with the "Tomato Burger"...or the "Man in the Black Shirt"...or "The Shower Scene" from the movie that John Woo wish he made...or "The Engine that could but didn't...but decided to later"...or many more. So the trip will definitely be unforgettable, again, as usual.

Today at work was the usual let's see if he (meaning me) can pull a rabbit out of his hat while spinning plates on sticks with food in them...and to make things interesting while he's doing that let's make him wear rollerblades on ice=my day

I've been going through a sort of a writers block lately...a boulder might be a better explanation. There are so many things on and in my mind right now, but I can't make any sense of things when I try to put it to paper in any form of a conscious and coherent thought. So I thought, if you wouldn't mind...(well I really don't care because it is my "Blog" and suppose to write this in the manner of a journal that no one is suppose to see...right.) I'm going to make an attempt to write something now...

Heavy thoughts on my mind weighing like bricks
Problems without solutions are making me sick
Issues without resolutions sounds like a bunch of politics
Basically I'm dealing with the bullshit
Daily like the newspaper, waiting on the next headline
The next crisis dealing with someone else's shit...but there is a fine line
Between me being me and me stepping out of character
Weekly everyone seems to cross it
I could color it the brightest red imagined with flashing strobe lights
They still wouldn't see it...saying they were blinded, it was too bright
Monthly bills are still due...and they want their money
Hell they call me every night...more than my ex did...so were cool
We're on a first name basis...and Jenny's daughter is starting 1st Grade next week
John and his wife Deb had a fight last night...I can relate
Don't let that check be late
Yearly this cycle repeats itself...I can't even speak for myself
Some say silence is golden...but me quiet is like watching a fire as its smoldering
Holding on too tight to regrets is giving me blisters
Igniting infernos that spread to the furtherest reaches of thoughts that never sleep
Like NYC
Cause when they dream they can't see clearly
From all the smoke that's thick like coats of black paint
That stain when you touch it...some say meditate
Even in the lotus position I can't escape and scale the gate to witness fate as it demostrates
Some say be patient...I'm about as patient as an hyprocondriac waiting on his HIV Test
Positive, Negative, etc.
Feeling like prey and time is the preditor
Or is it the editor
Repeating the same chapter for the laughter
Or is it I'm a bad actor...haven't preped properly for role I portray
Waiting for the director to say cut...but hasn't even said action
Sometimes at 7:30 in the morning I lay in bed...I think...who gets the most satisfaction...my job...the collectors...or the interceptors
Yeah you know the interceptors...the ones who will try with every living molecule in their body to make sure they benefit from your mishaps and misgivens
For that purpose I attempt turn every incident into a blessing
Every stumble into stride
If not for myself...for my pride