Once More, With Feeling

The twelve months of another time table, ticked off.

More lines for my face,

tiger stripes of courage and experience.

What is this battle-scar bravery good for?

The end is the beginning is the end,

each year a murky sea of sameness.

The self-splitting ache of the outer shell decaying

as the mind ripens and grows more seductive.

The exhausting, overtime analyzation:

What should I do?  What does it mean?

I can’t find the means to an end I can’t see.

   This rock we’re on is flying

and narrowly avoiding space trash

while I wastefully rummage for reasons why.

One day, Earth will do its celestial spin-top dance without me.

An end to my questions will come, with or without understanding.

So I am left with only this:

I’m a participant, and it’s now.

I tack the new calendar to the wall,

preparing for a mystic ride — once more, with feeling.

— J. H.

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Photos — Moments — Life — 2011:

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“…and then, she saw it…”

A morning of Holy Roast coffee and a collection of photo-booth photography.

‘Cause it was a safer idea than the blind roller-skating party.

All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks better run, better run…faster than my camera.

Hot Springs.  Night.  Fountain.  Light.

Seagram’s 7, on the rocks.

I take a dip in the river, late at night.  No one but me and my Cancerian co-conspirator, the moon.

Worst Sunburn EVER.  But DAMN, it sure was a fun day.

“Two cars at a light on a Saturday night.  In the back seat there was a gun.  Words were passed in a shotgun blast.  Troubled times had come…to my hometown, my hometown.” — Bruce Springsteen

My little wind nymph.

Invisible cigarette in hand, Ali does her impression of a seductive, devil-may-care Berliner.  Ja!

“And you know that you’re my girl…such a classic girl.” — Jane’s Addiction

This heart has run dry.

“But tonight I climb with you.  Tonight, so high with you.”  — The Cure

Sweet ride, but I had to report them for Flamingo cruelty.

My daughter…and the world’s brightest cell phone camera flash.

Lana playing the National Anthem on the sidelines before a football state playoff game.  Hell yeah.

My reward, after climbing the mountain.  A toast to the natural beauty of Arkansas…

“A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world.  The first stage is like ordinary drinking, the second when you begin to see monstrous and cruel things.  But if you can persevere you will enter in upon the third stage…where you see all the things that you WANT to see.” — Oscar Wilde

 

“I is cute.  Can I has treats?”  — Muffin

“Bitch, I will CUT YOU.” — Spooky

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the lake.  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, watch out for the snakes.  (And we ran into PLENTY of them this summer).

Lana and I hitting the trails on horseback.  Giddyup!

My sanctuary.  My therapy.  My nirvana.  My home away from home.  Oh, I can’t wait until Spring…

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“…Maybe someday is the last time.  Yeah maybe someday is the end.  Oh maybe someday is when it all stops.  Or maybe someday always comes…again.”  — The Cure

 http://youtu.be/JezcsaPZxK8

Tonight, I’ll be raising a toast to the ones I love…and that includes many of YOU.  Until I see you in 2012, my friends…

HAPPY NEW YEAR

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6 thoughts on “Once More, With Feeling

  1. Although our system of marking time are meaningful (well, at least non-arbitrary) to us, it seems rather pointless, given our relatively small stature in the Universe. Whilst some might find that overwhelmingly depressing, I find it rather delightful. It frees me up to shirk duty, upon occasion, and snooze in the sun-shine. Over-analysation, unquesionably, is a thoroughly Modern bane; only in the past few hundreds of years have we even gained the leisure time required to cultivate the seeds that now choke our very dreams.
    Stop worrying–you’re perfect. Just keep moving forward.
    Happy New Year, 2012.
    Regards,
    WTT

    1. Wishing you and them doggies a sweet and wonderful 2012! I’m sure I’ll see you soon…Sincerely, Strong Squirrel…xo

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