I can only hope this link works correctly, otherwise feel free to watch this on youtube. The first game since the bombing and the fans took over the National Anthem from Rene Rencourt( The official Anthem singer for as long as I can remember). Typically, the fans force Rene to Drown-out the cheers toward the end of the Anthem. He increases his volume(He's an former opera singer), but this time he gestured for the fans to take over. You've got to check this out, it clearly illustrates the spirit of Bostonians. The video can also be seen on foxsports.com.
I'm sure everyone has heard by now what happened at the hallowed Boston Marathon, so I won't bore you with the details. There's an inordinate amount of information online and elsewhere, some of which is true, some not exactly correct. Make no mistake, this was indeed an act of terror, it's just too early to make assumptions on who's responsible. Fortunately, the people of Boston and surrounding communities are pretty tough, Literally and figuratively. This is the kind of shit that just embolden's Bostonians to act.
I heard about David Bowie's new album being released about a month or two ago. I finally heard two songs from the CD/Album and I'm very impressed. So much so, i want to get the CD. I listened to 'Dancing out in space' & 'you will set the world on fire' while I was getting my coffee this morning, and both were pretty good. Can't wait to hear the rest of the tracks. He's probably the only musician I've known who can re-invent himself every decade. He's truly amazing.
' It hurts
when love dies.
When love is deep,
it hurts deeply---
more deeply maybe than you thought
anything would ever hurt
But with time,
the spaces between the moments when it hurts
the moments themselves become
till eventually you come to associate them
with a sad sweetness
that has as much in common
as it does with grief.
I wish you long
spaces in between,
To everyone on Oasis, I hope you all have a happy and healthy Thanksgiving! With all the fixin's, of course. Peace!
Aerosmith is playing a free outdoor show in front of the building they used to practice in many years ago before they hit it big. The show goes off at noon. I'm literally a ten minute walk away. Do think anyone will notice if I diappear for a few? It's gonna be a friggin madhouse!
Does anyone live in New England area. I swear we just had a earthquake/ heavy tremor or am I high?
Seclusion from humanity seems the only justice,
pulling me from the deviant thought of self-sacrifice.
Provoking feelings better left unseen and locked away.
Never intending to depreciate your humanity.
My soul is incongruous, mastering the art of duplicty.
Loving you never seemed so inconceivable.
So much I wanted to share, too afraid of rejection.
I'd take it back if I could, but you've heard that selection.
Condescending to the level of those I hate, I'll never sleep.
Changing who you are was never on my agenda.
I was contemplating submitting this following poem for a Halloween-themed contest on Deviantart.com. Tell me what you think, or whether it's worthy enough for submission. Thanks for the help.
Shadows fall against the gravestones of this forgotten cemetery.
Underground, the dead begin to stir, right behind the mortuary.
In the dead of night, beware the darkness, a doorway to their lair.
Hallows eve fast approaches, a scent of brimstone in the air.
Rise up, destitute souls, walk with me, in this undead parade.
In the blink of an eye, the days get shorter
the eve's turn cooler, my spine trembles.
The gun-shot sound of acorns falling,
A harbinger of the change of season.
As Autumn shades infuse the leaves,
Bittersweet vines turn orange, and red.
The milkweed leaves die-back and fall,
revealing silk-laden seed pods. Swept up,
by the wind settling upon the soil.
The cycle of life starts anew, perfectly.
Acrid scents, in the calm between the breezes,
the clock ticks down to the Autumnal Equinox.
So to, as it passes, days dwindle approaching
the winter solstice.
I can't believe the lack of leadership in the company I work for. I have been working in wholesale automotive parts for the last two years. At first, I was grateful for being hired. I started as a route delivery driver. I actually used to enjoy it, because there's no one standing over your shoulder and I liked dealing with many of our customers. I drove for roughly four months before being asked to fill-in inside our warehouse.
I was feeling kinda blue today thinking about Father's day. Reading the Father's Day posts has picked me back up a little. I felt the same way about my dad, loved him dearly. Unfortunately and way too soon, my dad died the same year I graduated High School. He was able to attend my graduation and was proud of me for that. He never graduated High School, but did obtain a G.E.D and enlisted in the Air Force. He was a truck driver and he also did some catering on the side.
This morning, this guy who is the son of one of my fellow employees came to me asking if it were true that I'm gay. At first, I was a little suspicious as to why he was asking me this. I've been more open about myself in work for the last several months actually, to date no one has inquired whether or not it is really true. I really don't have many 'friends' in work. Most of the people are much older and there are two or three guys in their late twenties, but it's not like I hang with any of them. A large percentage of the employees here are Jehovah's Witness'.
I took a small step coming out to a friend of mine over the weekend. Although the reaction I got wasn't bad, it left me scratching my head.
I told my friend Emily I was essentially gay and she couldn't seem to grasp the idea. In fact, her initial reaction was "nooo. Are you sure?"
Drowning in the truth of my own existence,
Like an ocean wave rolling in yet very distant.
Trying to put all the pieces of my life together,
Thoughts cascading like a wind driven feather,
Weary of eluding this life's emotional tyranny,
Unsettled by the endless political hypocrisies,
I retreat behind the walls of my own choosing, my thoughts, my dreams continue moving.
Like a strong wind filtering through the forest,
Cleansing the air and my mind of negative unrest,
I cannot change what cannot be changed, so true.