Looney Tunes

It's days like these when I can't fall asleep. My bed is empty and my arms, lonely. In order to escape feelings of dread, I put on the television.  It's 12 AM.

I don't watch it, really, only glancing occasionally as the light flashes across my face creating a glare on my scratched and dirty lenses.  Chances are, I won't be asleep until 4AM. Is it really insomnia if the only time I have trouble sleeping is when you're not here?

I don't think it is. Eventually, sleep will come, though. Mostly because I know that if I fall asleep at 4AM, you'll be trying to sneak in my room at 5AM. I know you're trying to be quiet, trying to let me sleep, but I haven't gotten into a deep enough sleep yet. Besides, Looney Tunes is on.

You'll snuggle into bed with me after you turn of my animated night light and we will be comfortable until we have to wake again. Then you'll ask, "What time did you go to bed?" Your voice is stern, and your kind eyes take on a harsh edge to them. I'll try to lie, make it seem less bad. "Eh...one or two...." But you know I'm lying and reprimand me, calling me stupid and silly (though you'll later assure me you don't mean I'm stupid, just silly). Then you'll smile at me and your rather brief inquisition will be over. Questions fill my head, though, like, "does he ever lose sleep over me?" or "how come sleep comes so easily to him?" or "why do I always fall asleep with the tv on if I never watch it?"Mostly, though, I wonder how I got to be so Looney Tunes.

And that's what's up Doc.

Spoken Word Poetry

I have a new love in my life. It's called spoken word poetry. Maybe you've heard of it. These people have taken the art of storytelling to a different level. They weave words like expert basket makers, carefully crafting their words into something you can choose to carry with you throughout your life. They go beyond writing their thoughts and feelings down on paper. This is far too static. The dynamic nature of these artists is found in their performance. With such incredible expressiveness and raw emotion, I can't help but get a little choked up when I watch them.

My favorite ones are humorous, yet they nevertheless are just as meaningful as the most poignant and pitiful. What is life if you can't laugh at your own misery, or at least in spite of it?

Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to bare it and share it all; to not only show you the words, but the eyes, the lips, the hands, my heart, my mind, my soul - the fear, anguish, love, lust, happiness, elation, excitement, anxiety, sadness, depression, and so much more hidden behind the computer screen, the lexemes, the unseen - me.

But for now, I'll recommend you just one. A jumping point, I hope, for you to discover all this art form has to offer.

So...

It's been something like three years since I've been on this thing; I forgot I even had one. Yikes! Anyhow, maybe this would be a good place to share my poetry with my close friends or anyone who considers me interesting enough to follow.

I was really negative, but those posts are far too amusing for me to take them down now. We live and learn, as they say.

Normally I'd post something like....the "Welcome Back" song, but since I'm the one who is coming back, it's not really pertinent....*sigh*

I'm good at babbling, not sure about blogging. We'll see! :D