I thought it would last forever you see

But for this you cannot plan

And now I am lost in grief’s empty streets

I say this to the old man;

He answers me not, as the wind grows cold

And I reflect on my broken Clan

Life given in minutes taken by time

There is no installment plan

Once gone away they are gone forever

I share this with the old man,

Harsh wisdom ( Read more... )

I would like to be inside a dream

Free me from the chains of the world

Save me from depressing wakefulness

Leave the rules behind

Geronimo

I would like to be inside a dream

With libraries full of books never written

Visiting places never recorded on maps

Bathing in never-ending possibilities

Uninhibited

I would like to be inside a dream

Cold and frosty, ( Read more... )

This is the Eulogy I gave for my father on March 12, 2012.

Eulogy for Joseph L. Douglas Jr
(February 14, 1954 - March 7, 2012)

Our father liked to tell stories, and although this was wonderful he often told the stories again and again and again. He would start one and my brother or I would take turns to say, “Yeah Dad, I remember, you told me this ( Read more... )

I came down to the shore for some alone time, some time to write, and to watch the end of the world. The beach house I rented for the week came cheap and had a perfect view of the vast ocean from the deck. From there, day and night, you could find me sitting on wicker chair at a small wooden table. Sometimes I ate my meals there, but most of the ( Read more... )

This is the Eulogy I gave for my Grandfather on Monday, March 7th.If I were to stand here and tell all of you the wonderful things about Joseph Douglas, we would be here until tomorrow. Maybe even the next day. It is not easy to sum up a great man like him in just a few words. But I’ll try ( Read more... )

Cold and irritable are my mood and frame of mind respectively. Rum in my glass and beef jerky on my breath reveal that I both have taste and am not afraid to be comfortable. I contemplate the world, the universe, and the reality placed before me ( Read more... )

She died but he would have none of it ( Read more... )

She was always his Dream Girl ( Read more... )

The world did not end. The Apocalypse did not come. Survivors of the non-event had to set their alarms again to wake for the jobs they hated, returning to lives that held little interest for them any longer ( Read more... )

When she found me I was probably two drinks away from pissing myself at the bar. Luckily I had laid my head down to stop the place from spinning, thus preventing more alcohol from finding a way to trigger an accident. If I was any other poor bastard laying his head down at the bar Anusi would have tossed my sorry ass into the streets. Luckily I was ( Read more... )