ThoughtStrings

 irrelevant your honor  your honor is irrelevant imaginary, non-existant  no honor due

   Deep Sea Sleeper   Yes, we are lighthouses Shining hope and direction for those Tossed at sea    But there is a time To turn out the light And go to sleep 

  Suicide By Sincerity There is a way to die  Slowly And all alone:  Be sincere Now wait For the noose Of misunderstandings  Cunning pulls the trigger Planting    Evidence everywhere     Choosing to live with sincerity, I am misunderstood, or sometimes,  more painful, purposely maligned.  Understanding these consequences,  still, I press on.  

 Girl, wash your face and count to three...(he ran to someone who wasn’t me). Girl, stop apologizing and just breathe...(this is where you see you're free). Girl, open your eyes wide and see... (fairytales are cautionary). Girl, wash your face or leave and make do...(streaked mascara as a face tattoo). Girl, stop apologizing for wrongs that aren’t yours...(salvage the damage and build a door). Girl, open your eyes and take a look...(it’s about time to write that book). ~~~*~~~ :: One year and a handful of months later, I wrote on the last page of my Morning Pages journal today. It is literally time to start a fresh chapter, and even a whole new book ::

Lobby  my hands fall clumsily onto the keyboard i am amazed there are no misspellings waiting for my coffee to cool a sip more and the floating pat of butter to melt i am waiting on  a paradox a pair of dice i type and sit sip and type i am waiting on words to come out paradeux monkeys with typewriters we've done this experiment before the pilot in the breakfast nook asks for boiled eggs the man in the burger shirt would like to check out late.  he's been places we all can see from his shirt with the Burgers that are  first In then Out we don't have those down here and we don't have hard-boiled eggs either not this morning. they were ordered from the warehouse but never came she tells him she is sixty five perhaps and only another half hour from bed she greets we stragglers who have slept soundly under her night desk watch. i wonder who it is that isn't there to greet her at the door, the same nobody she works night shifts...