friends

What are friends for?
Are they there for you (when its convenient of course)
Able and helpful (with a 10'' knife at the ready)
Making your job easier (because they do nothing)
But hey, isn't that what friends are for?

this is not my life...but an illusion of what is important
if I can look beyond this reality I know that I can be successful

Still going...wondering

This sadness in one I cannot shake. Is this all there really is? I have faith...that the world is not done with me yet.

Why, must I always tell you what I am doing and where I am going? I am almost three centuries old...why must I explain everything...annoyance in the extreme. If I want to dress to impress let me...

love notes to another

And you my other friend...you think that I don't see through you as well. The "nice" game you play...the one called by another name that you give it. Transparency was always your strongest suit, I fear. This name, this catch all that you subject others to is a rouse. If you truly looked at yourself, you would realize that standards need to be met by all.

My passion is my downfall, then let it be. If I did not let myself get carried away by what I care about, what I deem worthy...then I wouldn't be successful. Remember this...we are not perfect and we say stupid things sometimes...again a mirror is needed to ensure that we know that perfection is not achieved. I love and bless you always.

Reminding you again to hold up a reflective surface.

Where do we go from here? Careless words, angry words then this. Do you think me foolish not to know where you are going with this, or does your complete and udder lack of understanding...no just things do simply not compute. I do not get you and your box, which you hold tightly like a security blanket. Do you not realize you need to grow? That others that look at you see you as simple and foolish? I believe in the most part that they are correct. Playing naive gets you nowhere. I see through your simplicity and guess what? I don't believe you.

the sigh of sand beneath my feet
An ending of summer's last rays
bidding a farewell to a season
and a greeting to another...