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It’s been a while since my last post… A lot has happened… I got married… Bought a house out in the country… Even Started a side business making crafts out of recycled pallets and selling them at craft shows… Life is different now and I can’t wait to share it with you… I am […]
The winter fog settles on the sleepy street… The only thing louder than my heartbeat is the sound of silence… And the occasional cats meow… With a steady pace I cut through the fog… Rain drops fall so I start to jog… Through a puddle I feel the cold… Soggy bottoms but a warming soul… Soon my socks are making sounds… Hop along and skip around… December weather urban splendor… Midnight visions spiritually render…
Looking at these midnight sights… Orange glow from the street lights… Tonight the clouds must be especially sleepy… Purposely making the world look creepy… Stuck to the ground… Not making a sound… A slight breeze smells of the snow… Cutting through the rain shower I go… Cutting through the air… And cutting through my mind…
Urban life is really something special… Wildlife and those living the wild life… Friendly folks and mean… Even the occasional obscene… Houses packed like books on a shelf… Side by side… Like volumes in a series… Each one is similar… But completely different…
Many of us go for months… Without actually touching the Earth… We drive on roads… And we walk on sidewalks… But our feet never actually touch the ground… Like at some point it became taboo to do…
Put your feet on the Earth… Bury your seeds in the ground… Harvest your veggies… And pass them around…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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Sitting on the couch immersed in a cloud of smoke…
Laughing at your stupid ass attempt at a joke…
About to say words I’ll wish to revoke…
Being a nerd… Thinking of a word…
Absurd… Or blurred… Concurred?..
As the 4 beer fog rolls over my head…
And mental traction suffers sans tread…
I lay here pondering books that I’ve read…
And questioning whether hand writing is dead…
Can’t seem to remember even one little dream…
In most of my gardens no one hears you scream…
While nature and god reign ultimately supreme..
And man and his demons mount ecological schemes…
Some day I will find a place to call my permanent home…
Far away from people I’ll build a biological dome…
And fill my yard with Italian statues and gnomes…
Dropping seed bombs from my green thumbed drones…
Tripping out in the middle of an abandoned street…
Starting to cool down but now I feel the heat…
Think I took one to many of those disco treats…
The kind of candy that forces sanity to fleet…
At some point we will all suddenly realize…
By closing our minds we missed the grand prize…
To despise implies our personal demise…
To many goodbyes… Not enough replies…
peace – chriscondello
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