Wednesday, June 2

I called you from a payphone
in a hotel full of lonely
when I knew I didn't have a dime to me
I stirred up the courage
and I swallowed down my pride
I chased it with tequila
what I knew I couldn't hide
You are in and out of me

Talking never leant me
any justice for a feeling
A rapture guides
the best of us to stray
So, I whispered how I loved you
and I waited for an answer
I left my heart to dangle
while you turned to walk away
Yes you are in and out of me

Monday, May 24

Homesick

"My Dear Sweet Daughter,

You should know that I think you are amazing. If I have ever given you the impression that I think you are too young or naive, forgive me. I do not think this. I am simply honored that you share your feelings with me, although sometimes you cannot and I understand. The things you’ve expressed in this letter to me are the things every human feels when faced with love lost.

It is easy to pontificate and advise to forget and move on. It is not at all easy to do. In fact, it may be impossible as you suggest. Like the lovely poster that says, “If you love it let it go, and if it loves you it will return.” I always loved and at the same time hated that poster, for I am one of those that cannot let it go. Like you said, once you love, you love forever. It leaves you scarred and yet sweetly satisfied somehow. When I think of loving moments spent with my first girlfriend in high school, it is with fondness and sweet memory, but it is also still as if it were still happening almost 50 years later. Our culture calls such love “puppy love”....but I do not believe it is puppy love. It is love. And no matter how old you get, it is still the same. You will perhaps some day find another, I know I did. But for weeks, even months and years I was ill at the loss of that first love. I still wonder what she is doing and how she is. Is she still alive? Is she happy? Would I have been happier if we had married? How would life have been different? But contemplating such things is like trying to picture yourself standing on the moon, ...while you can picture it, it can never really be real unless you’ve done it. That path was a path not taken and the path I took I would not choose again, except for one thing....YOU. If I had married her I never would have gone to the Philippines and met your mom. So everything is good as it is and can be no other way, because I would have it no other way.

Nataliya and I have discussed this as well. She scolded me for saying that I was foolish to make such choices in life, because if I had made other choices she would not have known me and her life would have been the poorer for that. She says such sweet things, and yet, I, like you, am faced with loving someone who does not love me back.

So what I am saying is, “You have to follow your heart wherever it takes you.” You cannot second guess life, you cannot contemplate moving on or “just decide” to move on, it just happens or it doesn’t. Life just is. We can try to shape it and we can be decisive like that and “just move on” but I do not know any perfect answer for this. Here I am almost 70 and I could have written the very same letter to you."



Well, I left my home on hollow bones
While you were curled and sleeping
And I wandered far beneath a concrete star
And slept along the highways

But even though I am lost all the time
I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
But you're not the same, you died along the way
Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter

Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals
And I left it on your doorstep
Because I heard that you might be broken, too
And I thought it'd keep you company

But even though I am lost all the time
I've got hooks in my sides that you left there
But you're not the same, you died along the way
Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter

Thursday, May 20

The Cave

It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck


And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again


Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind


So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land

So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be


And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Monday, May 17

Bad Dreams and Good Weather

"Hello my sweet daughter,

Those dreams you are having are really just frustration dreams, my dear. They are all about situations you are in that you can do nothing about and wish you could. So you don't need an analyst, just sit down with your brain and say, "brain, what am I frustrated about?" and brain will probably answer you. But I'm betting you already know what it is.

I know what you are saying about animals, my dear, I feel the same way. Only I choose to keep a distance so as not to be hurt when they die. I had a couple of really bad experiences with a kitty and a puppy. They were like my kids and to lose them so suddenly was unbearable. But I think perhaps the choice you've made is the better one. To love what you have while you have it and move on, because everything and everyone dies sometime. But you know how I feel.

As for the weather, wow, I am glad it is nice there. It sucks here. I just had to go over to get the keys for Nataliya's apt and it was hailing and raining so hard I got soaked to the bone. Not a good idea when you're sick, but sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. Anyway, while I was out it stopped pouring and settled into a slow drizzle and so I decided to get some more juice and water from the store. It’s not far, probably about as far as Dairy Mart on River Rd., but it is up and down hill. I get out of breath and have to stop. The cops always look at me funny when I do this. Don’t know why, but they get over it. I ‘m sure the cop I asked directions from on the first day thought I was drunk or something the way he looked at me, but I was just weak, sleepy and hungry, which made me dizzy and unstable. But I got my food and am fine except for this miserable cold.

You are right, I think, about the being here for a purpose thingy. I think there is probably no purpose to anything, just random happenings, so I have concluded that the only reason we are here is to make each other happy. Love whom you can when you can, and treat all with respect cuz they are in the same boat. Without love, both man and animals would be doomed to a miserable existence here, I think.

I’m sorry, Steph, I am not so cheery right now, because everything is not right. I want to see my friend really bad, but I am sick and will not be able to enjoy it. I want the weather to be nice so we can go out and walk about, but it has rained hard for two days now...I mean hard. When I went out to her apt, the hailstones were filling up the streets and the road became a river about six inches deep. I got my pants wet up to my shins. The hailstones were abut as big as nickels or dimes only a lot thicker. They hurt when they hit you. This is not fun. I’d rather be sitting watching this in our living room with you guys.

Right now the cleaning lady is here trying to fix the hot water heater and the stove. Neither work. So I’ve been taking cold showers and drinking pop. I miss my coffee mocha, but you have to be able to heat water for that. Bummer. Hopefully when I see her tomorrow it will have been worth it all. I wish you were here with me, it would help a lot!

Well I just walked to the store three times. It stopped raining and so I went for it, but each time forgot something I needed due to my sleepy brain. Found a closer, cute little market right down the block but in the opposite direction of how I usually go. I got some apples and oranges to help my cold. Hopefully.

It was so funny, because there was no traffic moving on the street at all. As I walked downtown I noticed a whole lot of people standing and looking at something. I thought the worst, of course and was not sure I wanted to continue, but did , cuz I was out of juice. When I got there, some guy had parked his car in the roadway and gone into the bank. A big long bus could not get around the corner as he was blocked by the illegally parked car. The police were trying to break into the car to move it and the people were yelling at them that they had no right to do this, meanwhile the traffic is stopped dead for miles and they just continue arguing. I went to the store and came back and they were still there. I walked home and back again and they were still there, only there were more cops now. All arguing. The third time I went the traffic was moving, but slowly and the cops were writing reports while the bus and the car sat on the sidewalk waiting. I guess they both got into trouble for this. I mean the bus driver was dumb to pull ahead like he did. Why couldn’t he have waited a few minutes or got a cop to get the car moved instead of pulling out into traffic and blocking everything. There were lots of people taking pictures and even a news crew was there. All over an illegally parked car. Unbelievable.

So that’s it. That’s all my stories for today. Oh, I put milk, juice, coffee and a cake in Natasha’s apartment so we won’t have to go out in the morning when they arrive. We can have a sweet breakfast before we do any serious grocery shopping.

I hope you and PJ are having fun. I miss you a lot. Wish you could be here. Or I there with Natalia, of course. But such is life. You simply do what you can and try harder next time.

Love you, love you, love you! Smack Muffin for me and give her some treats so she can spin around and sit up, etc. Hope to hear from you again soon. No more bad dreams, okay?

All my love, your daddy"


Thursday, April 22

Oh no, I tried

Said that im afraid to die
with a pitchfork witty
And a man who sits up high

And I can hear the fire
Of a dead dog sinner
And man too scared to try

And you're too close to call
I would sell my money
For the chance to hear you talk

And oh no, I tried
And I tried

What if you could see my skin
Would you burn me moving
Would you make a match out of my head

What if you could touch my hand
Through the deep sweat sweating
For a guilty, guilty man

What if you could see my heart
Would you say oh brother
You're the reason that we still don't fall
and the reason that we still don't starve


And oh no, I tried
I tried

And oh no, I tried
I tried