Venom for RS

My lawyer speaks in tongues.
The only language he knows is dollars and cents.

He cares for nothing and no one else; not even his family begging for love; their smiling happy faces stare out of gold framed photos adorning his cold gaudy highly polished desk. The pictures were placed there by his wife for the sole purpose of reminding him of his responsibility to feed, cloth and support them.
It is that hard cold fact he is assaulted by each and every day as he hunkers down.

He is friendless, but a friend to all. He is polite to the T. The words flow off his slimy tongue as he smiles reassuringly. When he shakes your hand, it is as if grasping a large spineless lifeless fish that leaves your hand dank and soiled for days.

He has hopes of entering politics someday.
I think he will excel.

An open letter on the eve of a new Thanksgiving

We all have something to be thankful for. Whether it be so mundane as to just being alive, or something as super as finally getting that new Mercedes you've always dreamed of (I guess most of us would like to experience that thrill).
I think, just the fact that we live in this great country are grounds enough to be thankful. Where you go from here is really a personal question on the topic of what you expect from life. You may ask yourself: What does life owe me? What do I owe those that depend on me? What do I owe myself? Do you feel compelled to give of yourself something to those less fortunate? All seemingly valid questions to kick off this holiday season.
Is the welfare of your fellow countrymen a concern of yours? What about the welfare of all mankind and womankind around the globe? What about our overall flagrant disregard for the environment worldwide? More questions to ask ourselves.
We are all a day older than yesterday. What do you want to accomplish in your lifetime? If you are like me in the 2nd half century of life, what do you wish to accomplish with the time you have remaining? What is our responsibility to the future generations? Do we leave them a better world or the remnants of the world ravaged?
As Americans in this new millennium, we are besieged by news of all the turmoil in the world. Yet, we are envied and veiled in the same breath. Do we let our leadership take us down questionable paths, both hypercritical and self serving or do we stand up for what we know in our hearts is right and just? Can we reach out to help teach other peoples what it really means to be independent, free and an American. Will we still be the beacon of light that will shine brightly for all to see?
Remember the values this country was founded on. Remember our Declaration of independence, and the Constitution that men sacrificed and died for. Are these mere words on old paper or do they still really stand for something both moral and decent.
Many thoughts and questions to ponder on the eve of a new Thanksgiving as we prepare to feast in celebration of all our blessings.

Love

I gaze into her hazel eyes, those eyes I know so well, and suddenly everything is all right. The day's stress melts away in a heatbeat. I exhale and am myself again and at ease. I know I will all be o'kay for another night as long as she is here.

Not Myself.

Sex is dirty only if it's done right.
Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want.
A pessimist is an optimist with experience.
Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get.

Since an early age, I have never really known contentment. I can't sit idle for too long. My brain needs constant stimuli or else I tune out. I am on the verge of withdrawing even as I write this. Most of the time, I am f-ing bored with myself and that which goes on around me.
Sure, I go through all the motions ; I sleep, I rise, I eat, I drive, I work, I make love...etc...
Sometimes I feel it is not me, but my life by someone else. I am a spectator.

Why do I continue to do what I know I shouldn't?

Smoke filled lungs. Alcohol drenched stomach membrane. Head blanketed in the fog of substance. This is the way of life for most. I do also, but it is not my excuse.
It is the way to cope I tell myself. As I have done for the last thirty odd years. But they are all odd- that is why I indulge- I do not need a reason.
Now do you understand? Don't get me wrong- it is not that I am asking for absolution or approval.
I am far beyond that. I am old enough to know better; but who knows best? Not father- he is beset with his own demons; or maybe he is his own. He is dead anyway and hopefully beyond caring. I am a father and I still know nothing.
Now, I am a blogger; my new addiction. Most of what I read online is crap. I feel like I'm in good company because of what I see we are all in trouble. Well, at least we are not alone; we'll all go down with the ship together while the orchestra plays waltza mitilda...

Soup vampire

Day 2, entry 2 Lunch in front of my computer.
Sitting here slurping won ton soup like a fruit bat to blood. I am amazed at my hunger. The won tons pop like blood vessels as I suck at the soup and chew its meaty contents. Then, after my ravenous frenzy is complete,
I stare down at the mess I have created on my desk and feel ashamed, then clean up leaving lno trace of my feast,
then back to work.

shallow first

I am an egg. Not yet born. Fragile, yet full of promise.