Butt to Butt

Heavy passion at an eyes glance
Lover quarrels igniting fumes of lust
Time turns and ticks away
Lovers once, how did they let it stray


I love her. I love her not. I love her. I love her not.
The petals on the bird of paradise are few and thin
Only a few picks and you will have your decision
Is it animal lust that slowly evaporates into odd moments
Or something far deeper - much more evolved than we can't even comprehend
Is it necessity? Is it love?
It is what it is - and always will be.

People...Dogs Best Friend

Everyone needs to be
Something
Have You ever wanted to disappear
As if you were never here



I think that when you die young you die with your soul.
Life's job is to define, test, and fight for your soul.
It is your choice to live a life that fulfills your spiritual self, or,
wait to die and let people take control.
No matter what you will always be needed.
Understand your abilities and notice when and how people use you.
This world is yours - there is nothing but space - everything is what it was - never forget.

Sick As a Dog

Sucks to be sick
Creativity seems to stall
Thoughts become all clouded
Should I take more DayQuil


First week back - need to get into the swing of things.
Lots of things-chores-running-traffic-waiting-panic-wanting.
Summer is over - at least my summer is over.
I envisioned a summer away and lost from the reality that I dread.
In many ways the summer is all in my head.
At least it is sunny - at least I am typing.

 Find the patience in you - allow it to get you through.

A Door Store Summer

Super Soaker Water Fights

Water Balloons Tied Up Tight

Gathering neighbors door to door

Summers when older such a bore

I remember summers that started at 11 - sharp!

These summers did not end.

Water balloon fights, surprise squirt attacks, total drenchings. 

The ice cream truck was the mid-day savior - Choco Tacos YA!

Now doors are my summer.
Work is my summer.
The childhood fun is dead - long live streaming videos and instant updates. Oh... and sales.

I miss you summer. 

Olympic Me

Comfortable, never moving self
Half asleep and its already twelve
All the energy bottled up
To pour half empty or fill my cup

Am I in Hell's valley?
Long summer days have been dreadful for me.
Unbearable heat and slow days at work that seem to inch along like snails on the front porch -
 me thinks it's not for me.
Summer of Olympics has giving me a reason to not hate myself for loathing around the house.
Although watching athletic bodies for hours a day has made me look at my own body questionably.
AC blasting as I watch my lawn die and brown from the comfort of the cushions of my favorite couch.
My makeshift Igloo is my new home. Work, office, car, traffic, lines, lunch times, break times, small talk, water cooler chit-chat, casual dress Fridays...
I am lost to these things. A big, fat, lazy sloth am I.
This is my summer vacation.
Beach...
Home...
Couch...
This is my summer vacation.

Too Much Too Soon

Count a coin tossed.
Wish upon a loss.
Count a dollar earned.
Often lose life's turn.


What good is stacking money if I'm only one and a half feet off the ground.
Too many problems and too much to want to do - I can't be my creative self.
All of life's offerings slip by me second by second.
Work. Work. Work. For now. Then...
Time for this dog to sleep.

What a Day

Exact opposites sometimes attract.
Only then a true love match.
Others can only wonder if.
True love can even exist.

She's gorgeous. All that I'd want her to be.
Her beautiful eyes. Easy, cute hair.
Always smiling and wanting more.
Ah, this true love was meant to be.
Finally I have my one.
Love.

The beginning of the Middle

I come to you on a hump day to help get you through.
I'll be back on Fridays to celebrate with you.
And I will pop-up again on Mondays to plan out what to do.

This is a blog about a dog named Oreo and his door store.
Get ready - you ain't never been apart of a blog like this.
Boom.