HIpstamatic

i got a new toy ... its called hipsatmatic ... pretty pimp if you ask me ...

Glad to be home

"the road less traveled"

sigh

i USED to believe in love ... destiny ... fate ...

coincidence is king in my world now

i wore my heart on my sleeve but my shirt got taken to the

god damn cleaners

and they lost it

life is about as deep as a puddle that i dove into

head first and now i sport the lumps

on my skull like

boy scout badges

all proud ... maybe ill pack them away and forget about them

like mementos and dust bunnies in the attic of

self ... "never again" i tell myself

right before i fall asleep

but when i wake i realize

i still love

much to my chagrin

maybe you thought somehow it wasn't

real ...

feelings scrawled out in cyber-space

over months

years

lifetimes

passion ... love ... lust ... truth

Are they not a part of me or any man?

i have felt them over past lives now and again ...

... but only now am i brave enough to give them to someone ...

that someone is you ...