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He stares blindly out the window of another night down on Bleeker Street, where nothing seem to change except a world gone mad.He exists.I exist.I go to him, touch his shoulder feeling the quivering bone underneath my handbut he doesn’t move, nobody is home it seems.As I bend to kiss his forehead, I think back [...]
Archive for the ‘blues’ Category
Bleeker Street
Posted: 26th January 2010 by ~m in Family, Forever, God, Life, Love, Personal, Sad, Truth, Wrong, alzheimer's disease, blues, darkTags: alzheimer's disease, Dad, Deep thoughts, God, Love, prayer
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Churchbell
Posted: 5th January 2010 by ~m in Dreams, Family, God, Irish, Life, Personal, Sad, alzheimer's disease, blues, chances, dark, empty, health, hero, prayerTags: alzheimer's disease, fathers, goodbyes, hate, inevitable, Life, Love
Off in a not too distant somewhere, I hear the shimmering sound of church bells.Melancholy yet beautiful, their dissonance fills the night air with a longing, a void filled, an endless possibility. Dark grey clouds move low across the sky saturated with change; change of the heart and mind, soul and body, a chasm of [...]
Stop
Posted: 15th December 2009 by ~m in Family, Food, Forever, God, Life, Memoir, Personal, Rants, Sad, alzheimer's disease, blues, dark, empty, fuck thisTags: alzheimer's disease, sadness, signs
Maybe it’s a sign of survival, of anguish,
of the frightening realization that mortality does exist in the deepest recesses of the mind.
Maybe it’s a sign that everything is still changing,
still in that near frozen state of flux . . .
For him, for me, for the four walls that still imprison him,
for a world that looks [...]
Lush Life
Posted: 10th November 2009 by ~m in Dreams, Family, God, Irish, Jazz music, Life, Music, Old Days, Personal, Sad, blues, chances, dark, deaths, prayer, twinsTags: Coltrane, deaths, Lush Life, Music, Old Days, questions, sad but true, Strayhorn, twins
Special dedication tonight as I recall a smoky dive from the 50’s called the ‘Waltz Club’ . . .
Long story and definitely not one for this blog.
I knew of one of the patron saints of the place, from what I’ve heard.
Sweet dreams, lady, sweet and smoky dreams
Maybe I’ll see you in them . . .
[11.9.09]
*I [...]
Communion
Posted: 13th August 2009 by ~m in Beer, Family, Food, God, Life, Love, Memoir, Personal, Red Sox, Sacred, Sad, Truth, blues, eye dew, fathers and daughters, hero, hope, prayer, wishesTags: Alzheimers, communion, Dad, Food, Love, Memoir, Sad
Sarah and I went to visit my father yesterday to feed him lunch and sit with him for a while.
Lately, he’s been overly emotional for reasons I may never be privy to.
The minute he saw us, he broke down completely.
I feel terrible saying it but I’ve almost gotten used to it now.
I had to.
My empathy [...]
Bluebird
Posted: 11th July 2009 by ~m in Angels, Family, Friends, God, Imagine, Life, Love, Music, Personal, Sad, blues, eye dewTags: always there, God, light, Love, Music, sadness
For Elizabeth & Sara and their favorite angel, fast asleep . . .
Sunshine
Posted: 26th June 2009 by ~m in Life, Personal, Sad, Truth, blues, dark, storms, writingTags: clowns, deep, people, prose, rain, Sad, urban
He was walking in the morning, Sunshine
a green and red pizza-sliced umbrella hung over his head
like a clown’s frown
He was neither here nor there but anywhere was better than his here and now
With a grey rag wool cap on his head and
a scratched up pair of $3.99 Aviator sunglasses covering his tired and muddy eyes,
he [...]
Dark, like me
Posted: 27th May 2009 by ~m in Cool Sites, Creative, Imagine, Internet, Life, Personal, Sad, Ugly, Wrong, blues, dark, not funny, storms, weirdTags: clouds, dark, me, Sad, Video, voodoo, YouTube
Say hello to ‘Sebastian’s Voodoo’ . . .
booK of liarS
Posted: 11th May 2009 by ~m in Angels, God, Insomnia, Mondays, Old Days, Or not, Personal, Sad, Sleep, Ugly, blues, dark, prayer, teethTags: Angels, dark, Life, Personal, prose, thoughts, Ugly
I close my eyes
trying to dream of something better than this
anything true, a slightly bruised honesty would do
Maybe it’s because nothing feels safe anymore
So I close my eyes
and dream of distant Norwegian lilies
of beautiful and colourful things, the slumbering truths of my past
Although nights of black rain are making it so hard to sleep
But I [...]