The Ramblings of Mr. Diggler

trashedgy

anxiously anticipated

   filled with immediate gratification

     right on time

                                                                                                                      desire quenched

                                                                                                                 quickly discarded

                                                                                                        forgotten even sooner

                                                        left to tumble about

                                               awash on unseen waves

                                                              tumultuously ruffled

                                                        tossed asunder

                                                                       caught on a breeze

                                                   free to fly

                                                               whirling and twirling

                                       rolling on an occasional torrent

                                                                                                              finally landing

                                                                                                       left alone lying in the sun

                                                                                                   grimey and hot

                                                                                                encrusted in dirt, baking

hidden in plain sight

   waiting to be discovered again for the first time

        maybe treasure for someone else oneday

                                                                   or maybe swept up and away

                                                                           empty memories long gone and forgotten

 

                                                    caught on a breeze

                                                                        flying again

                                                             whirling and twirling

make ya say I know tha's right

been too long since I:

put pen to paper to let the two create beauty

took time to have time and rest my mind

been in touch with people that make my inner toes tingle in a way that only those that I don't know can reach out and touch me with their words

been to the strip club for my kind of therapy, where I can sit back have a drink and talk to someone who is glamorous and possibly damaged

had a hit or twelve off a bowl of good sheesha (and to think I received a hookah as a gift)

knew what it felt like to totally and completely be relaxed

stole away to play laser tag or been to a water park

could remember innocence lost to a hot ass little girl who found one of the last good boys

was considered a completely good guy instead of a good guy that occasionally gets into bad shyt

was on a jet ski sliding across a lake like I actually knew what I was doing

had a cool cup, jumped rope or rolled down a hill

had a water fight with 10 kids after barbecuing all day

had my face held just to be held, and looked at just to be looked at

have been able to be the student that didn't have to double as the teacher

wrote a blog that somebody else actually stopped and found themselves saying "I know tha's right"

Not known for video posting but this got my attention

 

read a book

So I was  flipping through my emails when I came across this... at first I took it for madness and maybe a little something to laugh at but when I actually listened to it I was like well dayum... sometimes when you can't get Mohamed to the mountain you have to bring the mountain to mohamed

Vox Hunt: Ridiculously Cute

Show us something that's ridiculously cute.

summer blues... past

electric in color, vibrant and hot like a lightening strike

painful as ever watching the river roll by knowing it doesn't know me

misty eyed moments inspired by memories of once upon a time

watermelon and water hoses, swimming pools and popsicles

replaced by the flavor of love seasoned with sweet sweat

laughter floats by on butterfly wings giving butterfly kisses to the senses

running down the arm like the stickiness of escaped ice cream seeking asylum

mixed with memories of dragonflies and grasshoppers and fireflies' light 

touching the heart bring summer blues... past

burned into our souls like the ghosts of fire works burned into our eyes

gone away to leave the hot humid heat holding and preserving like amber

new memories to be made anew until claimed and marked as summer blues past

when it rains it pours

so this morning after getting Nicky and Ethan in the car and off to their respective days I came upstairs and tried to get my mind and body on the same page.  Both were tired, but of course the body wanted to lay down and sleep... but the brain knew there was plenty to be done.  The truck had a flat tire and a tire that needed to be replaced - yeah give away money - I mean like Usher said a few years ago "Tha's what its made for!"  Post tire shop I was off to buy petro for my auto and last but far from least a stop at the store to replenish the need for sustenance in the home.  all the fun and money spent and did I forget to mention it was POURING down rain lol 80% chance of rain is what the forecast called for and low and behold there was rain... and the flowers and grass and trees and animals all were greatly appreciative.... and me, I was just left with some of my thought's and the wonder of that which will be.

the job is okay, I'm working at staying on top of things and have been doing some reflecting on multiple levels.  One thing is for sure I think the move to behind a desk might not be a bad move should it become available.  I mean I really dig doing outreach but I feel like I'm missing so much of Ethan and Nicky's awake time... I come home and every night they are sleep.  And now that Ethan is at his almost sleeping through the whole night phase I don't get to see him as often in the middle of the night like I was.  I mean don't get it twisted should I get my sleep schedule to a decent amount of rest I will enjoy the sleeping through the night but I love to look at him sleep.  I love to look at my wife sleep too, but sometimes I worry that maybe my absences is why tha's all I really get to do.  it was kinda a not so fly moment but I actually had to tell her yesterday that I couldn't even remember the last time we shared a passionate kiss.

Our anniversary was Thursday past - 4 years married and 7 years together.  I took the day off and worked on her gift - a story book of our relationship.  I might post the pics and what I wrote for each one, but for now a description will have to do.  Oh I guess in saying that I described it lol I took pictures of places and things that were important to the progress of our union coupled most of them with quips and put them in a photo album and left room in the back of course for us to add more memories and the very last picture was the picture of a sunrise that looks a lot like a sunset. 

Saturday morning I got up and took Ethan with me to rip and run.  He watched daddy and the bruhs (uncles) play ball.  Daddy actually was on the winning team for all 3 games and even more surprising/amazing Daddy actually scored in each game lol.  Ya'll don't understand tha's not how it usually goes - I'm pretty sure that on so many levels in my heart spirit and soul my boy inspires me.  I am motivated but sometimes lack the resources (ability, dollars and cents, time) to do somethings, but I would be lying if I said I don't dig deeper to get those things so that they can be present and accounted for so that the undone can get closer to the done.

I've rained and poured enough for now.....

Be love Know love and Have love

Can you voxing believe that?

So I was driving about my city, going along my merry way doing the job they pay me to do - help save the world with poorly kept worn down tools - and I do an amazing job at it, I don't mind telling you.  I can't help but do my thing - simple and plain I've been blessed with a talent to do what I do, no matter how misunderstood or underappreciated I might find myself.  Either way the phone call was from a voxer and somewhere along the stream of interactive communication the question was posed: Have you read my Vox?  I was awe struck.  Here I am Mr. Trying to be grown and on top of his stuff smooth forgot to that I indeed do have a blog here on Vox.

I apologize for my abscence although I'm sure it went mostly under the "oh didn't know you were gone" for most lol.  The family is well and I've been doing my best to make life repairs that I pray will be helpful and productive including - begging the registration process for an online grad school (yes its accredited) and getting back into swimming.  I celebrated my first official Father's day and it was an alright day.  Cooked breakfast, watched a couple movies and went to see a potential next place to set up residence.  Following the apartment viewing we went to grab a late lunch and in the words of one Porky Pig: b'dea b'dea b'dea that's all folks.

Work has become a little less stressful for me and Ethan is teething. I'm actually at work now trying to do some casemanagement type stuff but I had to stick my head into my vox and apologize for being MIA

Be love and blame the head not the heart

a little alitteration

pretty pursed puckered up lips

often only on the outside

while waiting willingly to waltz wherever

precariously poised to pull pride's peace to pieces

off of one of the orbs

which was washed under weeping willows

pounding pulmonary pressure preserves past

often ogling others from the outside

wondering what we won't be willed

petty problems present like powerful precipitation

pacing past pity parties partially perturbed

patterned piece of poetry presented publicly

probably perceived as posted palaver

QotD: I Scream

What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Vanilla ("Homemade" or just plain) and Strawberry

looped

walking through life feeling dazed and confused

to the point I sometimes getting my days confused

broken and abused, displayed and overused

i don’t know that i’d let anyone walk a mile in my shoes

frayed around the edges and know that i’ve be worn

got bits of my soul floating around me, from where they were torn

feeling exposed almost naked as the day that I was born

but more like violated and taken from me like a sheep being shorn

running in a circle, thoughts cluttered and conflicted

casting out the demons, waiting for  the bad mojo to be evicted

reflecting on old while making new habits, seeing that I kicked it

praying for guidance, knowing its my choice cuz i picked it

high times go so fast because we all know good times give us a high rise

open your eyes and realize that happiness lies right before your eyes

can’t see it don’t worry its still there you’ve just been trained and hypnotized

right next to disappointment and frustration, the truth shines when next to lies

we hang on, being strong yet question fiction like its fact

sitting around waiting on emails and other papers to be faxed

in a world where “bigger is better”, i’m just trying to stay compact

Marley told us it was good to be loved, but its even better being loved back