Sunday, December 29, 2013

It's my first attempt at writing a reggae song. You can't hear it but it played out nicely in my head!

Na, De time still shuffulin
Na, Da feelins bubbelin
Na, Di mark be swingin
Na, Dy Generation squabbalin

Hey, Bring it around (bring it)
Hey, See me round town (bring it)
Hey, colors blurrin out loud (bring it)
Hey

Bring it around
Attitudes followin
Bring it around
Platitudes allowin
Bring it around

Na, De honey got mo
Na, Da keepin it close
Na, Di breakin de mold
Na, Dy emotion on hold

Hey, Bring it around (bring it)
Hey, Surrender to sound (bring it)
Hey, Lost not found (bring it)
Hey

Bring it Bring it
Hey Oh
Bring it Bring it
Hey Oh
Bring it Bring it
Hey Oh

Na, De danger follow me
Na, Da fear escapin me
Na, Di road run dry
Na, Dy may I

Na, De rivah run deep
Na, Da shor be steep
Na, Di friend fo-ever?
Na, Denge'ue fever






Sunday, September 29, 2013

Random thoughts

You’re heaven scent
Senses spent
Glancing eyes
Iridescent

You have an aura that surrounds
You have the ladies
The gentle men
All making rounds

I see intent in her stare you see
When eyes lock… it’s a rarity
I've been alone in this roiling sea
The dock calls where it’s safe to be

The journey never ends
Spilling me
Drowning me
Blocking a life from receiving me

I pass my time on a beach
The sun
Baking me
Browning me

The journey never ends
Mocking me
Teasing me
Getting to the bottom of a stone that sits on top of me

You know the journey never ends
Even though you know it will
For now, it’s spicy blue
And walks beside you

You know the journey never ends
Black and White
Reunite
Keep it in the open where it all feels right









Wednesday, March 20, 2013

I've neglected my blog for over a year.  I'm not sure why since I enjoy writing...and hopefully a few people enjoy reading my ramblings.  I think I just decided to shut down for a while...in a lot of ways.

Not much has changed. Negatively, the band fell apart, I totaled my truck, and I've had a few other unfortunate things occur but I know things could be worse.  Positively, I've met some really great people in the past 12 months, my kids are doing well, and I'm not ready for depends undergarments.  

I hear either crickets or cicadas right now...rain drops...and quiet.  It's March 20th in Florida so that's typical I suppose.  My beautiful daughter turns 21 soon so I feel old...but I don't act old (or really feel old for that matter). She's my sweetie.  My son is really into basketball lately so I bought a portable hoop for him and we've been playing. He has a lot more energy than I do (of course) but he still has a hard time shooting over me...yet, he's a much better shot than I am.  We go back and forth on games of horse, but the one time we played one-on-one I beat his Justin Bieber lookin' ass.  (I had to say that son...love you!)  Oh, and yes, he still looks like that idiot kid that sings.

I've been spending a lot of time with myself lately and that introspection has helped me in a few ways, but I don't know how I would have survived without  my best friend Tish.  She has supported me for so long and I can't thank her enough.  She's engaged to my friend Steve and I'm so looking forward to their wedding.

I hope everyone finds their peace.

Steve


Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Protector


I’m your rock in the tempest, the furious storm
In the thrashing icy waters I’ll keep you anchored and warm
Lost in the desert I give water and way
I will carry you to shelter keeping bared teeth at bay
Hailstones nor sleet will get in our way
I’ll brave the stings and have the last say
I’m your ardent guardian with my sheath and blade
Fiercely your hero, standing and staid
When swirling in eddies pulling you down
My hand will grasp you….you’ll never drown
Allowing no harm to your stunning soul
Filling your life furnace with nourishing coal
I became your Protector when our gaze began
Never failing…I’m your Man

Monday, March 5, 2012

The Band Is Improving



The band has been rehearsing at least once a week for months.  We’re playing our first big gig at Rusty’s in Port Canaveral on Friday March 30th.  Here’s a list of the songs we’ve been working on and there will be more to come. 

I Got A Name – Jim Croce
Just The Two Of Us – Bill Withers
Ain’t No Sunshine – Bill Withers
The Weight – The Band
Sailing – Christopher Cross
To Love Somebody – The Bee Gees
Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears
Counting Blue Cars – Dishwalla
Don’t Dream It’s Over – Crowded House
So Far Away – Carole King and James Taylor
Wonderwall – Oasis
Rocket Man – Elton John
The Letter – The Box Tops (and Joe Cocker)
Billie Jean – Michael Jackson
Still Rock And Roll To Me – Billy Joel
Ride Like The Wind – Christopher Cross
Sara Smile – Hall & Oates
Stir It Up – Bob Marley
Something About You – Level 42
For What It’s Worth – Buffalo Springfield
One Thing Leads To Another – The Fixx
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother – The Hollies
Black – Pearl Jam
Brandy – Looking Glass
Last Dance With Mary Jane – Tom Petty
Losing My Religion – REM
Another Day – The Beatles 

Yes, we do a reggae song...I LOVE IT.

Peace,

Steve


Thursday, February 9, 2012

My House


Since I have potential buyers looking at my house as I sit in my office working, I figure I could tell the story of the house. 

Years ago, my ex and her husband had this house built when they moved to Florida.  It’s a large two story house.  3400 square feet.  It’s in a golf course community in Clermont.  Clermont is about 20 minutes from Disney and about 30 minutes west of Downtown Orlando.  I’m not a big fan of Clermont because there is so little to do, but this community is nice.  I’m not surprised that they chose to build here.  It’s a nice place to raise kids, but not so fun if you’re single.  The only reason I moved to Clermont in the first place was because my ex-wife moved here and I wanted to be closer to my kids.  I think I’ve been out here for 5 or 6 years now. 

Shortly after the house was built, my ex-fiancĂ©e and her husband parted.  She then put a lot of effort into the house…painting the walls, doing the floors, buying new furniture.  It’s a beautiful home.  Unfortunately, her ex-husband screwed up and the house went into foreclosure.  She was able to manage to stay in the house for a years though. 

When I moved in, we knew that the house would be sold at auction eventually so we started looking at houses to buy.  One day, after we came home from a concert in West Palm Beach, there was a card on the door that said, “Hi, I bought your house, please give me a call”.  We knew it was going to happen so we already had one of those large moving pods in the driveway and family coming over to help us move.   I still had a rental house so we were going to move there until we could find a new place. 

The guy came over and looked at the house.  We started breaking down furniture and moving.  My ex was very emotional because she put so much effort in the house.  The guy was leaving and I walked outside to speak with him.  He said he was just going to flip the house and he would sell it to me.  And that’s what happened…I bought the house.  We didn’t have to move after all.  I honestly felt like a hero…I wanted her and her kids to be happy. 

We split up last fall so now I live here alone.  Most of the furniture was hers.  I have an old couch and loveseat, a gel fireplace that I bought last year for the holidays, a TV, a coffee table, a bed, and a desk.  It gets so quiet here. 

I hope it sells soon.   Too many memories.  It’s hard to fly back into town on Thursdays and come home to an empty house.  Luckily, even though I've only had the house for almost two years, I’m not upside down.  Once it does sell I plan to move out of Clermont.  Probably to the Dr. Phillips area which is near Universal and International Drive.  It would only be about 30 minutes away. 

It’s sad really.  I had a great family and a beautiful home.  Starting over is not what I thought I would have to do. 

This post was hard to write. 

Peace

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Reggae Music


As a drummer, I love music that is full of rhythm and percussion.  I like virtually all types of music except for country.  I tried…believe me I tried to like country.  I was station in Cheyenne Wyoming for over seven years and I even played drums in a country band.  Can’t stand it!  It’s the same drivel over and over with the twangy type of yodel thrown in.  Funny that the crossover acts are sounding more and more like rock (sorry Taylor Swift, you still suck), but it doesn’t come close to anything I like.  Of course, music is an individual taste and a lot of people love country music.  More power to you.

Now let’s talk about reggae.  I went to a local club at Universal CityWalk this weekend with one of my best friends in the world…a guy named Lans.  We became friends because we worked together and discovered that we have a lot in common…for one, we’re both Jamaican.   Yes, the irony in that statement is cloying.  There are great bands that play at Bob Marley’s (the club at Universal)…Chain Reaction was playing this weekend and they sounded amazing.  They played all kinds of reggae and they sounded great.  It’s an open air bar (no roof!) and the weather was perfect.  The crowd was swaying and loving the music.  Actually, it was kind of spiritual and I had a smile on my face all night. 

I’m working on the three main reggae beats as well.  The band that my friends Jim, Tom, Mark, and myself are putting together do ‘Three Little Birds’ by Marley so I need to get it right.  If you think about it, when you’re out at a club and dancing, what do you dance to??  The drums, the beat, that’s what.  And I’m here to provide that for you. 

Peace, loving reggae,rock on,

Steve

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Notes from South Carolina


I flew in Monday for my new job with a nervous and unsettling feeling.  I would say that is normal in many life situations.  Some people feel that way just walking into their own bathrooms.  I can relate.  The first person I met when I got to the job site was a guy named Nate.  A big young guy who was personable and polite.  I liked him from the start…the main reason is because he looks a lot like my brother James.  In fact, I told him that and he replied, “That’s my actual first name”.  I then asked him why he was such a douche, but then realized that he wasn't really my brother (I hope you read this James Myers) and I apologized.  ;-)

We then rode to a Clemson University office not too far away so I could in-process.  The southern twangs were everywhere and everyone was so nice.  I felt the acceptance from the start. 

One of the ladies who gave me a very informal briefing told me something I did not know.  You see, I pronounced the word “Clemson” like “Clemzon” and she heard that.  She said to me, “The word has a silent ‘P’ like Clempson…you know….like the word “know” has a silent “k”…there is no “z’ in Clemson”..  And that’s how you pronounce it.  I was a little taken aback but I figured why not…when in Rome!  (or is it Rhome?).

The next day we drove to Columbia (the state capital) to meet with the DHHS (too lazy to type that out).  The people there were gracious and kind.  I could feel the energy.  It was raining, but I felt the sun on my shoulders. 

We had two days where I was able to assess the situation and make suggestions on how to improve the situation.  The DHHS (yes that acronym again) were trying to slam in a solution and I could see that it wasn’t going to work.  Having experience in anything is helpful….using that experience to help is what makes it valuable.  A good rule of thumb is “Don’t slam things into place…unless you plan to marry….uh, never mind”. 

They are looking to me to lead this initiative.  I cannot express how much that means to me in contrast with my last project. 

And that brings me to today.  I have to say that this is probably the best first week of employment I have ever experienced.  The main reason is that I can use the knowledge and experience I have garnered through the years to help not just a small business, not just a medium sized business, but an entire state agency. 

It feels nice to have sunshine bounce off my face on a cloudy day. 

Peace,

Steve


Monday, January 9, 2012

New Job Day 1


My first day at the new job was a good one.  I'm working for Clemson University and I will be an OnBase engineer for the Medicaid Eligibility process for the SC Department of Health and Human Services.  Plus they plan to roll this out solution to all the counties in SC.  I think there's a lot of opportunity here.  

My flight was on time and short (compared to the Chicago flight).  When I got to the office, this guy named Nate met me at the office and we got along instantly.  We drove to an office at Clemson University where they in-processed me.  They were all very nice people.

Tomorrow, we are meeting up with the project manager and driving to Columbia SC to meet with people at the SC Department of Health and Human Services.  I'm looking forward to that.  We stay there one night and then drive back to Greenville on Wednesday.  

So overall, I had an excellent first day.  I have good feelings about this situation and I think it will be a great project for me.  

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Music


Anyone who knows me knows that I love music.  I've played the drums since I was 17 and I’ve posted some videos of me jamming with my friends on facebook.  I was in a particularly great band when I served in the military called Mister Coffee and the Grounds for Divorce.  We played Texas style rhythm and blues sprinkled with classic rock.  It was a fun band to be in….we played often and we were good friends.  I miss those days. 

Later in life I picked up the guitar.  I try to play so that people don’t run off screaming and covering their ears.  I’m my harshest critic.  I did write a song several years ago.

I’m adopted.  I was adopted as an infant and I had a great upbringing.  Loving parents and great siblings.  Yet, I always wondered where I came from.  So I wrote a song about my birth mother before I found out who she was.  I may tell the rest of the story someday.  Here’s the song.  The letters above the lyrics are the basic chords.  I’ve worked on it with my musician buddy Darren although we never finished it.  I still think it would be a great song. 

Don’t worry about the melody.  Just check out the lyrics.  

Dm               E
She was 16 years old
Lost in grief alone
    D
She made her mistakes
   A
Created this face

Dm          E
Can you see her
Can you see her

Faced with a choice
Heard a small voice
Can I care for him
Or should I share for him

Dm          E
Can you see her
Can you see her

(faster)

Dm                          E
She pushes through a summer crowd
As loud as the din of her sins
She sees a man with blue eyes and dark skin
There's something eerily familiar about his grin
Is he a ghost from her past
He moves like a man she once knew
          D
She cried come back to me
       A
He disappeared with the breeze

Dm          E
Can you see her
Tell me can you see her

(two times)

  G
She cried the day
  A     
They took him away

(slower)

She's walked this earth for a while
Sometimes it's not easy to smile
But can you look in my face
And answer me this

Can you see her
Tell me can you see her



Monday, January 2, 2012

A Few Thoughts for the New Year


I have to admit, 2011 was one of the hardest years I have had and I am so glad that it’s over.  I plan to do things differently hoping that 2012 will be a much better year.  The job I took last March turned out to be a very poor decision.  I have been traveling to Chicago almost every week since then.  And to make matters worse, I could have done 99% of my duties from home.  It’s just that the culture there is to have all consultants onsite…a rather archaic and stone age culture to say the least.  I’m surprised that in this day and age with the technology we have, there are still some organizations that require workers who do what I do to sit in a cubicle.  The travel cost alone for just me is astronomical and the organization in Chicago has dozens of consultants working for them traveling in from all over the country.  If they would have agreed to me flying up every other week, I would have been much happier.  I didn't have any real friends up there either so it was an incredibly lonely experience as well. 

I start my new job next Monday or the Monday after that (working out the details).  I’ll still be traveling each week Monday through Thursday to begin with but the new organization is open to remote work after I establish a relationship.  The company I am leaving told me the same thing last March and they never came through.  I believe this new company though because the project manager lives in a different state and spends about two weeks each month onsite.  Also, it’s a 1.5 hour direct flight and in a warmer climate…both very good things. 

The job situation was bad enough…and then the unexpected end of my relationship was (and still is) devastating.  She is a very wonderful person. 

So now I start 2012 with a new job.  I hope it makes a big difference.  I am also trying to sell my house.  It’s a 3400 square foot house on a corner lot.  It’s just too expensive for one person.  I hope it sells soon.  I’ll probably just find a rental house in the area.  I’m not a big fan of Clermont but I want to stay close to my kids.  It’s hard letting go of the house though.  It’s a great house.

I’m tired of being a nomad.  I have moved a shocking number of times in my life.  I was so happy when I bought this house thinking that I would live here for several years.  Sometimes life throws you a curveball. 

I plan to continue bettering myself in the New Year.  I appreciate the support I have gotten from my friends and family.  It’s priceless.  Thank you all. 

Steve

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Friday With My Kids


I took my kids to Universal Studios this afternoon.  It was so crowded we really didn’t do much at all but it was simply fun to spend time with them.  Then on the way home, I had to fulfill a promise and buy an X-Box 360 and Kinect.  I’m sitting here watching my son play Halo Reach and it’s kind of cool.  I used to be a gamer but it has been several  years since I was into that.  My daughter is here too with her boyfriend Julian and we are all having a nice evening.  We were talking about my  blog on the way home (my kids thought the "reasons I’m a moron" post was particularly funny) and  they asked me what VTwinWriter meant and I suppose I could briefly explain how I came up with that name.  I ride a motorcycle.  It’s a 2001 Suzuki Intruder 1500 cruiser and it has been a great bike.  I bought it in the summer of 2001 and it has been good to me all these years.  Like most motorcycles it has a V-Twin engine.  Two cylinders in a V shape.  And since I like to ride, I’ve used the moniker of “VTwinRider” before for certain online signups etc.  So when I decided to start a blog, I was trying to think of a name and when “VTwinWriter” popped in my head, I thought it was the perfect blog name.  I like to ride motorcycles and I like to write.  I hope that helps explain the name.  I hope everyone had a great Christmas and the New Year is kind to all. 

Peace

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Silver Lining


Muscles strain and sweat beads roll
The straps of the pack on my back dig in, take their toll
Mud slides over felled trees
Crushed bone...weak knees
Caught between granite and a flowing stream
Taking comfort in blades of green

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Reasons I'm a Moron


Reason I'm a moron: I stop at green lights because I know they'll turn red at some point.


Reason I'm a moron: I cut my own hair (I really do).


Reason I'm a moron: I fall too damned hard...either in love or on my ass.


Reason I'm a moron: I iron my boxers (not really).


Reason I'm a moron: I want everyone else to be happy even if I'm not.


Reason I'm a moron: I have the urge to ride my motorcycle naked.


Reason I'm a moron: I................................................................................procrastinate.


Reason I'm a moron: I developed adult acne a few years ago.  What a douche!


Reason I'm a moron: After a filet mignon and a bottle of cab I can make a toilet cry.


Reason I'm a moron: I still help people who spurned me (working on that one). 


Reason I'm a moron: I've been playing guitar for years and I still suck.


Reason I'm a moron: I tell my son that if he screws up, I'll "break his colon".  


Reason I'm a moron: I look before I leap and leap anyway.


Reason I'm a moron: I can't find my ass with both hands.


Reason I'm a moron: I write reasons explaining why I'm a moron.

Sunken Treasure


Standing on the rocky shore, nudging the splintered paddle below
Body and mind ache from my broken life

Eyeing the line of the heavens and earth
Stunned at lost vessels faltering by

Dots glowing and fading in life’s dance with death
Searching for a moment of solace within each day’s breath

I…MAKE…I!  Screaming with rage
What have I wrought, where is my course? 
Eyes search for those in my skeletal cage

Brushing away shards of a world I once knew
Can’t shake the longing… fear wells within

Searching for water on a blistering day
Wondering if whirlpools will stand in my way
Put my soul in a box and lock it away

Her ship’s wake spreads to the ends of the seas
The engine’s echo…a waterlogged dream
A blip on a screen out of range of my being
Something wonderful I’m no longer seeing

I love her so…she’s in my heart
I reach to her as pixels fade and fall apart

Back to the start, wearing weary skin
Angry at starting over again

Fumbling with boards…spilling nails
Building a comfort for watery rails
Thirst builds as I wonder if I’ll sink or sail

Searching for water on a blistering day
Wondering if whirlpools will stand in my way
Put my soul in a box and lock it away
I wrote this in Feb of 2006 on a plane ride home.  

Dots on my horizon...drawing closer?

My pilot settles to his controls
My thoughts orbit as anchorless souls
Pen to paper brings comfort as a story unfolds

Men rise and fall through the tides of time
Writing their stories as I'm writing mine
Darting their eyes and drinking their wine
Facing the fruits of their wandering minds

Glaring down and seeing the end
Pondering if loved ones will see me again
Scale the tower and lean to one side
A breath of wind will end my faltering pride

I squint to view the dots once again
Is that heaven awaiting or hell within
Will this time end and the truth begin
Or will I be damned by the ultimate sin

As my horizon toys with me
Obscuring my dots when I turn to see
I rely on reason so that I can be

Dots on my horizon...Torturing me.

Monday, December 26, 2011

A Note About Jobs


In this crazy economy, there are a lot of people out of work.  I have been fortunate enough to be making the most money I’ve ever made at this point in my life…but it has come with a price. 

My dream job was going well a few years ago.  I worked for a company that sold healthcare IT products to radiology clinics.  They used the software that I’m a specialist in (OnBase) to manage the patient documentation.  It was a great job because there wasn’t much travel and I could often work from home.  I usually did work from home and then go to the office in Daytona Beach to teach a class on occasion.   And I would fly to customer sites when it was time to go live with the products. 

There was a rumor that we were getting bought by an investment firm.  My company told us that it would most likely be business as usual.  At the last minute, a different company swooped in and overbid the investment firm by quite a lot of money which shocked us all.  After the purchase, they started laying people off left and right.  I was on a conference call with the new president and he said that everyone on the call was safe.  Then I received an email after the call was over stating that I had 90 days left.  Apparently they decided to scrap OnBase and develop their own document management product and I would no longer be needed.  Nice.  By the way, this happened a month after I bought a house. 

So I went into a scramble to find a new job.  I was hired as a contractor by a reseller of OnBase.  That was a good company with a good bunch of people.  I enjoyed the work…it was challenging.  And the pay was nice, but it was still contract work which is still an unstable position.  I should have been saving the money but I wasn’t.  For example, last year for Christmas I bought two trees, a gel fireplace, and some nice gifts for my family (the family I used to have). 

In January of last year, the company I was contracting for drew up an offer to bring me in full time.  I was ready to accept but they put the offer on hold to see if some more deals were going to close. 

This past March I was in a wedding in Punta Gorda Florida.  I got a call from a company that had talked to me before.  It’s a healthcare IT consulting company.  I was intrigued by the offer but the one thing that stuck in my head was the frequency of travel.  I was supposed to be onsite Monday through Thursday every week and attempt to put in 40 hours of work during that time (no, the travel time didn’t count).  I figured I would just wow them with my abilities and at some point; they would relax the travel requirement.  After all, about 99% of what I was doing could have been done here, where I’m sitting and typing this in my office in Florida.  I’ve been a remote employee for years and it seems silly to spend such a large amount of money to fly me up there every week.  I would go to my cubicle (I hate that word!) and open my consulting laptop and do things I could have done at home. 

At first, the job was cool because it was new and I didn’t know how it was going to go.  After a few months of flying each week, it started to wear on me.  I became irritable and moody.  I felt isolated up there because I didn’t really know anyone or spend time with anyone.  I sat in my hotel room missing the ones I loved…very lonely. 

I was in a relationship back then.  I asked her to quit because she really didn’t like her job and I figured since I was making more money, I could keep things going while she worked on her personal business and a special project she was involved with.  Plus, my Friday’s were very light days and I figured we could spend more time together if she wasn’t working.  That decision was not a good one.  Unfortunately, it took her 4 months to start making money again and I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders during that time.  I was paying for everything and there is a lot of pressure there.  Plus the fact that I was not enjoying the work and it affected my mood which ultimately affected my relationship.  I felt trapped in that job and that other jobs would be hard to find at that salary level.  My frustration level increased.

It was essentially turning into a nightmare.  Then in October, she started working again and I was so much happier.  I was looking for a new job and I was starting to gain some ground in that area.  Well…(sigh)…even though things were getting better, she decided to leave.  I have been devastated ever since (as you may be able to tell from some of my other posts). 

On this past Friday, I had a job interview and nailed it.  It looks like a great opportunity and I found out today that they want to bring me in.  It’s a contract job but the initial term is one year and they expect to extend that at least another year.  Also, they asked me about eventually becoming a full time employee.  That’s what I’ve been looking for since I was laid off so I told them that I’m very interested.   I have a few concerns but they seem to be very open to remote work since one of the persons who interviewed me lives in a different state and I voiced my concern about that on the interview call. 

In a nutshell, I would be working for a state (I’ll leave that info out for now) who is retooling their Medicaid eligibility program and they are using OnBase to manage that system.  They are also affiliated with a nearby university and that school will also be using OnBase for various projects.  I’m excited because I’ll be getting my hands on the software again.  I was not doing that much technically with this consulting project and I don’t need my technical skills to deteriorate. 

This opportunity couldn’t have come at a better time.  In all honesty, I’ve been suffering since she left.  I’m slowly getting back on track and this new job will hopefully be just what I needed.  Interestingly enough, that company that I contracted for after getting laid off is the software vendor for this state agency.  Small world!  I’m happy about that too.  I know that there are good people there.  

I’m not looking for sympathy, but this was my first Christmas alone.  It was no fun at all.  It was the first year I didn’t receive a gift…(well, my mom sent gift cards).  But when I got the call today about the job….that was my gift.  I hope it plays out well.

I hope anyone who takes the time to read this had a great Christmas and has a fantastic new year. 

Oh, and I’m renting a tux and going to a James Bond themed New Year’s Eve party at the Enzian Theater in Maitland with some friends.  It should be interesting.  I’ll be thinking of her at midnight though…(sigh). 

Peace

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Captain Handi



I developed a character a while back.  His name is Captain Handi and he’s mentally handicapped.  Now before anyone gets out of joint about this let me say a few things about handicapped people.  My ex-wife has spent a lot of time in her career working with mentally handicapped people.  I assisted with a lot of events such as taking them bowling or to Cleveland Indians games.  I have bonded with several of them and they are the sweetest most lovable people because they have the innocence of children.  So when I thought up Capt Handi, I looked at the character as a tribute to these wonderful people.  There is something to be said about their child-like innocence  Here’s my latest interview with Captain Handi.  I hope you like him as much as I do.

Steve:  So Captain Handi, I hear that you’re looking forward to Christmas.

Capt. Handi:  I like July fourth too…but the rockeths scare me.

Steve:  Why do they scare you?

Capt. Handi:  They make loud noithes and it hurths my ears.  Do you know Sthanta?

Steve:  You mean Santa Claus?  No, I don’t know him but it’s that time of year.  Do you want anything special for Christmas?

Capt. Handi:  I want…I would like….I could be pleased with….ummm….

Steve:  Go ahead Captain….no rush.

Capt Handi:  Some Cheetoths!!

Steve:  That’s all you want?

Capt Handi:  And a talking toilet!  They make thosth in Japan you know. 

Steve:  Wow, that’s quite a gift list.

Capt Handi:  YETH!!!

Steve:  So why do they call you Captain Handi?

Capt Handi:  Becauth I’m handicapped….GEEZ LADY!!

Steve:  Okay, I suppose that makes sense.  What are your plans for Christmas?

Capt Handi:  I’m gonna get a bunch of dogs to pull my sled around the world and give thingth to stuff.

Steve:  That sounds like what Santa does…he has reindeer pull a sleigh around the world and gives things to children that are nice.

Capt Handi:  (confused look) What are you talkin about lady??

Steve:  You know….Santa Claus.  You’ve heard of him right?

Capt Handi:  Oh yeah, the skinny guy in the green suit?

Steve:  Close enough.  I heard that you have a theme song, is that true?

Capt Handi:  YETHHH!!!  Want to listen to me singing it to you so that you can hear my thong and maybe you might like the way my thong thounds and….and…..and

Steve:  Okay, let’s hear it!

Capt Handi:  (the old Oscar Meyer wiener song is how this goes)  Oh I wish I were a captain handi handi cap, everyone would be in love with meeee!!!!  I wish I were a captain handi handi cap, I'm as just as confused and complicated as I can beeee!!!!!!!!!!!

Steve:  Wow, that was great!  I think you might have a hit song on your hands.

Capt Handi:  (looking at his hands)  I just have thith old gum on thith one and dirt on thith one.

Steve:  Well thank you for coming in today Captain Handi.  I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!

Capt Handi:  THANKTH LADY!!

I hope you liked Captain Handi.  He’s often “confused and complicated” as he stated but he means well and he cares about others.  He’s sometimes aggravated quickly but if you know any children, that’s standard operating procedure.  If you liked him let me know and I’ll bring more interviews to the blog.   



Pulse

Wax and wane, flirting insane
Touch earth flitting on twisting grain
Wax and wane, songs urbane
Streams of pulse welcomed again
Wax and wane, blood and pain
Lug my satchel of soured champagne
Wax and wane, cleansing rain
Taxing thoughts of a dying brain
Wax and wane, to end profane
Or to be…as me…on a distant plane

Friday, December 23, 2011

Selfish Concerns

I wrote this shortly after my November trauma...try to explain it in the comments section if you like:

Selfish concerns, money filled urns
Keep life simple, grasped, close
Keep life from ones who need it most
Play it safe; abandon faith
Tuck in my heart to avoid the strafe

Selfish concerns, money filled urns
Life is to share not bury in haste
When all is lost, where is treasure?
Lost forever
Lost forever

Selfish concerns, money filled urns
Rusted tracks littered with dreams that burned
Lined faces, withered brows
Closing veins, permanent scowls
Think of the day that you adjourn
What’s etched on your shackles when you take your turn
Release your spurn and get many returns
Or stand alone….with selfish concerns and money filled urns