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Obsessing… Still

May 16, 2017 at 8:32 am · Filed under Mostly true, Poems, Random Thoughts, the good old days, Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

Obsessing Still

In my youth I was obsessed

A wise man has the powerwith the automobile

and its awesome power

Owned me

Its only rival the music

that moved me

Or were they partners in the game 

Both have ceased

to call to me

 

And yet… I find myself obsessing still

But now… with being still

Absorbing silence

Breathing deep of the rose

Rendered odorless by man’s fumbling desire

To make things “better”

 

In the void, seeking; sometimes finding

Blessed inner peace

Wanting nothing more

Hoping for nothing less

Obsessing on its promised caress

All else… scattering in the road

Behind me

 

Now and then, glancing up to the mirror

Watching… as the silent movie plays

Parts and pieces bouncing and tumbling

Into the muddy ditch of the past

Once filled with the raging waters

Of my life

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

 

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Anywhere Ah Wonts To

May 29, 2011 at 5:54 pm · Filed under Crazy stuff, Mostly true, Stories, the good old days, Weird stuff ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The first construction project I ever worked on was a Sears store in Sacramento, California. It was a big job, and I was one of a dozen or so laborers on the project. Our foreman was this huge Jamaican guy named Bethel Lee. He was at least six and a half feet tall, and weighed probably three-fifty; one of those gentle giants, though; a really nice guy and everyone liked him. But when he got angry, he could look ferocious and intimidating. Read the rest of this entry »

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Miracle Invention!

May 17, 2011 at 8:15 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, Mostly true, Stories, the good old days, Weird stuff ·Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

In my story, Mooooooo, I told y’all about the time I drove down into the dry wash in Arlington, Arizona—doing about 75—and there was a herd of cows in the road. Well, a few years later, I was relating that very same story to a friend of mine up in Sacramento, California. Read the rest of this entry »

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