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CellarDweller:
Morning BetterMost!






already Tuesday!  Hoooooorrrrrrrrrraaaaaay.

Back to the daily grind after coming home from Slash Bash this past weekend.....damn....much traveling on my schedule!  It was soooo good to see my friends again, and share the laughs and hugs!



Today's poem I wrote just over a year ago, for a special guy.  He was a musician, and he was never satistfied with the outcome of what came out of his keyboard when he played.

I gave him a different view.






Your Music


Sitting in the basement
hearing the clock tick
I place the cd in the computer
the one you hid in my bag
as a surprise

The music begins
it wafts out of my speakers
filling the basement with your music
and my head with memories

I see you, sitting there
at the keyboards
hitting differnet buttons and switches
in frustration
trying to make magic

and then, you play
and I can see your fingers
lightly touching the keys
and the notes fill the living room

ebony and ivory
bending under your will
and your talent
filling the room with sounds
where before there were none

I sit in the corner
and listen to the melodies
as instrumental music
religious and secular
floats through the living room

You turn off the keyboard
and get up and walk away
expressing dissatisfaction
at imperfect pieces

but I stay in the corner
and close my eyes
as the music still floats through my head
with the image of the man who put it there

Brokeback_Dev:
good morning

CellarDweller:
*waves at dev*

Good morning!  How are you today?

CellarDweller:
Good morning BetterMost!






Hoping that today finds you in good humor and spirits! 

Trying to get back into focus of diet and exercise, since being off it for the Slash Bash last weekend.  Love the get togethers, and seeing my friends again.  Hugs were exchanged so often, what a great feeling!


Blast from the past for today's music video.  One hit wonder from about 1985, Rebbie Jackson (Michael's oldest sister) and her Top 20 hit, "Centipede".



[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_nLi8dHPBg[/youtube]


Today's poem was a challenge to me in November of last year, to write a poem about homelessness.





An Effort To Live

Morning comes and I wake
to the rhythm of the rain
landing on the top of my cardboard box
and a shiver runs up my spine

I take the newspapers
that served as my blanket last night
and stuff them into my shoes
to keep my feet as dry as I can

I grab the plastic bag, which holds my wardrobe
and a cup, which is my bank book
and hit the streets
in an effort to live

You see a garbage can on the corner, I see a buffet
discarded soda, french fries, sandwich
barely enough to stop the growl in my stomach
but it does make it better

Walking around town, shaking my cup
being looked at by strangers
who think I'm crazy, or strung out
not realizing my life has crumbled around me

Sunset, time for bed
that dumpster is my real estate agent
and the cardboard box is my new shelter
hopefully, it won't start raining again

I find an alley and set up house
fetal position to keep myself warm
I close my eyes
and pray that tomorrow will be different

Shasta542:
Very touching, CellarDweller. It's distressing that there are so many homeless in this wealthy nation where "all men are created equal". It's not a political thing evidently -- Dem or Rep in power -- we still have homeless people. Many are youth, turned away by family or not willing to follow family guidelines. Some are mentally ill; some overtaken by drugs. Others -- just down on their luck, which could be the case for many of us if something changed unexpectedly.  I'm not a pessimist, but I don't see the solution to this sad circumstance. I hope someone does.

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