jpaulgorman

This journey is real. Steve Perry and his case of stage fright. One for Merle, Bowie, and Prince. With Nantucket worked in. Patios, porches, and gardens Covered convertibles everywhere.

blinded by regrets. should have. think of the difference. could have. if only this or the other. would have. like a constant insult. no contentment at all. just tired and sleepy. no real living. only resting and avoiding.

Decide, will you stay or will you go. Brown sugar days. And another brick in the wall. Just leave me be. Me and my annoyances. Completely self absorbed with thoughts. Visions of perfection and afternoon love. Only visions these days. The nights are more like it. Sleep and quiet peace. Temporary grace. Driven crazy on the wireless. Pack it up and get away. It must be done. Maneuver of flight. Escape out the back. You might like what you find. No more irritating noises. Or listening lapses. The unhappiness might stop. To love again. Sacrificed and branded. Low expectations and careless. If only they knew. This cracked and broken heart Unattended. The mind will eventually crack too. And the body's slow decent. The peeves are the final straw. Embarrassments of the past. Just hang it up and quit. Liberated, finally. That Son of a bee. Buzzed all day long. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today is its own. Got no fight left. Get a new one, huh? What's all ...

...the actions of reactions. ...bounced around weirdly. forgiveness is the path to peace. and actions do matter. ...only word destroys evil. ...and has. all else seems envious and dim. senses of dollars and cents. ...comfort and abundance. ...the ease of these days. tolerance is the hard road. allowing other ways. ...the theives and crooks are all around. ...they are the ones that look innocent. pointing fingers and wagging. throwing the word around. ...but this is light. ...and these words glow.

         After coming off a strong mahut against Keck, playing King James on the clay courts of Brookhaven on an early Friday morning was highly anticipated.  Not only was my tennis game under relative control, but it was my debut to the surface.  The surface of the French.  The surface of River Oaks in Houston.  I wanted to slide like Juan Monaco, dig like Novak, and click the mud off my shoes like Fed.  My invitation for an invitation to the only clay courts in Collin County was sent earlier in the week after Keck and Coach Vita were guests of the King.  Membership does have it's privileges and being a former member of the Royal Court, The Earl of KOtC5, emboldened me.  And envy overtook me.  King James accommodated graciously with an invitation.  The court was in perfect condition, with the rains of the past week captured in the mud.  A thin layer of dirt covered the base clay of the court.  Upon arrival...

the diamond needle. and the grooves. met in a hotel lobby. thinking through this thing called life. and the eyes have it. baby, you're a star. soaked in purple rain. and laughing. dig, if you will, that picture.

Slick and sogged. All waterlogged. The densest fog. Folks ever saw'd.

...i see what i see, and immediately the information is sent, by brain transmitters, to the part of the mind that makes decisions.  This happens in an instant, especially if there is no doubt what is seen.  From there, a signal is sent to the vocal controllers and a call is made.  Quickness indicates the recognition process is working smoothly.  Upon further reflection, the serve was not only wide, it was long as well.  Ain't no charity in tennis.  Mahut!

These lost days and nights. When the love line goes quiet. When its too late for cryin' That's alot to think about. Alot to think about. Saying words that hurt the heart. Spending too much time apart. Like we need a brand new start. That's alot to think about. Alot to think about. Sleep, it don't come cheap. Weary, tired, and beat. She makes my life complete. That's alot to think about. Alot to think about. We're diamonds in the rough. Just shining all our love. Just trying to stay tough. That's alot to think about. Alot to think about. fcX3 g c

The news boys and girls. Predicting the future in vain. Some green bay night. Before the new york apple bite. A merger of the fed up. The acquisition to come in the fall. Entertainment only. For reasons believed by me. The Don.

...she's knocked her teeth clean out. .just like me at fifteen... ...some sort of accidental slip. .a loud rumbling noise... ...screams and wails and tears. .the motherly instincts to get ice... ...irritation at the shocked and despondent. .standing outside watching the flames... ...it's not your fault. .crackling sound of tissue in the back... ...replicating the inferno. .heartbeats and oh my Gods... ...several punch lines before it clicked. .the mischievous win again... ...the fooled of April.