It is 77 right now and there is an awesome cool breeze today. This is the perfect weather! I wish it would stay in the 70’s most of the time, but then again, even more people would be moving here and we don’t need that either. I love hearing my wind chimes outside my window, the neighbor has some pretty ones too.
It’s also Spring Training right now too. I live just up the street from the Peoria Sports complex where the Mariners and Padres do their spring training. I love that they have things like Military Appreciation Day, Kids Day and other fun events and packages. Sometimes I wish I had kids, this would be such fun stuff to take them to and it’s very affordable. Lawn seating is only $6 – cheaper than going to the movies!
Anyone want to go with me to a game?
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February 26, 2009 at 6:48 pm
I do, but I’m a thousand miles away. Country song in there, somewhere…
February 27, 2009 at 4:45 pm
I stand, the blood stained walls
evoke the barren plain
Nude, the shotgun shimmers
I have done it again
IS IT
ME?
where am i?
what have i become?
sharpen the blade
he calls
disengage
forge the embers
she watches
i fall
February 27, 2009 at 2:17 pm
heh heh You actually have me thinking of this song now.
February 27, 2009 at 4:07 pm
I will insta compose a song/poem for you, and it will be terrible, but every girl deserves to have a poem or a song composed for her every so often – which is not to say you deserve to have terrible poetry composed for you(!), but is to say, rather, its the best I can do on short notice.
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She likes baseball on a sunny day
watched from a grassy slope
with children playing below
and beer in a plastic cup
aromatically mixed with sun lotion
and she talks of her home
and of trips she has taken
and of various hair colors
and of movies she likes
and of songs she has sung
and she cheers lustily
at the crack of the bat
and raises her arms in the air
carefully, on one side
because of the beer
and she smiles her good dental work
and twinkles her eyes
and attempts an arm’s length photo
into which both me and her breasts cannot fit
which is a fun predicament
and I’m a thousand miles away
a thousand miles away
over dirt and scrub
a cyber long way
a thousand miles away
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The only thing I could rhyme, on short notice, was “way” with “away”. Rhythm and meter? Rumors! But, you know: heartfelt, for Martinigirl.
February 28, 2009 at 1:01 am
ooooo I have two poets! 😉