A Birthday on this Twenty-Third Day of July

So who is having a birthday today?  Well, I am sure a lot of people.  For instance, we have the following:

Monica Lewinsky – Hot!  I mean, who wouldn’t want to …. ew. wait.  never mind.

We have Daniel Radcliffe –  You know, Harry Potter... okay, well that’s lame, but whatever.

Then there's Slash from Guns 'n Roses – Now that's pretty sweet.  That dude can rock a guitar.  Okay, so I’m a closet Guns ‘n Roses fan who just came out of the closet. 

Woody Harrelson – Total stoner, plus I think he’s a great actor.  I'd love to share a birthday with him!  He’d light up a big phatty.

Alison Krauss – She has some pretty decent songs every now and then.
 
Philip Seymour Hoffman – LOVE THIS GUY! 
 
Florence Vidor – She was an American actress from the 1920s.  I never heard of her, but she looks beautiful. 
 
Bert Convy –  Come on.  Who doesn’t love some Bert Convy?

Normar Garciaparra - One word: BASEBALL!

Ian Thomas –  Eh, he’s a Canuck musician.  I’ll just include him for that reason alone.

Rob Stewart –  Same reason as above, except he’s an actor. 
 
Well, in any case, I think you get the idea.  There are so many more celebrities that have birthday on this 23^rd day of July, but honestly, who gives a fuck?  Today is my most awesomest, coolest, canuckian friend’s birthday and that’s the most important one of all.  :)    

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, P.!

Hope you have a great day and many, many more trips around the sun and have the moon make many, many more trips around you!  

The Jaws of Life

What does fear do?  Let me tell you about fear.  It is a destroyer of all things that are good.  Maybe paranoia is a better word -or- is it lack of trust?  Maybe not so much the lack of trust in others, but maybe the lack of trust in one's self. 

The fear of abandonment and losing all that we have known and loved whether these feelings are 'real or imagined' is quite the mental mind-game.  I believe I wrote a poem titled "real or imagined" relating to this very issue as I was once told I do something quite similar to this often. Thinking on that more, this poem was written a VERY long time ago.  Sad.  I still am playing a one-person mind-game.

Or... is it possible that the fear is of pain and hurt, whether physical or mental -OR- physical FROM the mental.  Either way it IS pain and no one really wants that.   However, this still goes back to abandonment, right?

Or... is it possible that the fear comes from the fact that there is a long history and track record that, quite frankly, is just not good.  This seems pretty damn logical, and even though it is still considered completely irrational to some, in one's mind, it is 100% rational, logical and worthy of believing.  Perception is one's reality.  That's the bottom line, is it not?  But again, this goes back to abandonment, right? 

Anger, Sadness, Fear... they all seem to twist and smash and mangle themselves together and eventually suffocate a once semi-thriving human being.  It is the breaking of these things apart that must be accomplished before anything prolific can happen. Still, these things are like twisted metal, two cars in a head-on collision, where the 'jaws of life' need to be called in to cut, spread and separate these demons to free the human spirit.  The only question is, just how in the hell how do you acquire that tool?