Till We Meet Again:

...I remain,
in heart & mind,

true.

~x~adam.

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To Calisto-Demon & friends:

Calisto-Demon~~Today, my Profile tipped into 4,000 (a dubious number, at best.)....

...On Feb. 12th I'll be 50, Abe Lincoln will be 200 and this blog (as "adam") will be History. It was a good return & an even better History (His-story)...

...I remain the same man I was when I began blogging in 2005. I still search, like "adam" for meaning in a world, not yet, what it should be, but with a vast knowledge of what it "could" Be.

Imperfect I arrived. Imperfect, I go.

Give me a year, that's all.
I know I'll be back.

In a year...a year.

~x~adam.

January 30, 2009 12:30 AM

It's tough..It's very tough.

Gotta get goin'.....

Love you,

adam.

"Apple Cider"

Latest video from "PoetHeadsUp."

No. I haven't gone insane.
(not yet, anyway)






`x~adam.

P.S. > My little stick on Long Island is coming undone. I apologize for not being completely "here"...My Visiting hours (making the blog 'rounds) is a crap-shoot lately.So goes Exhaustion. Take care of yourselves & others. xo,adam

P.S.s. : I'm just going to keep adding to this. I gotta say, to anyone still reading here. Hold on..hold the fuck on. You ain't seen Nothing yet. I'm fucked up..truly, fucked up, headwise.

Truth.
:(

I can play around, and laugh, all I want.

The feeble-minded will still be taken advantage of.
The middle class will still be impelled to look downward,
Angel.
The boxcar will only be a memory,
fading in the distance.
The peddler will forever be knocking on the backdoor.

Someday, my princess will come.
I can play around, and laugh, all I want.

All I need is more
important.

In between trains,
my sight transcends clarity.

The stiff-fingered boy
writes incessantly
about life.

The old man shakes his head
in wonder.

The thought moves on,
as a ticket is punched.

**
I can play around, and laugh,
all I want.

**
~x~adam. (posted @vice&verses)copyright 2009.

Where Ya Goin'?

• I'm in a really scattered mood. In every word,
• my dear, you'll find a blessing
• or, a curse.
• Don't step on my tie,
• break my session
• with passion,
• or,
• ride the train with strangers.
• If you happen to catch me talking to myself,
• pat me on the back,
• smile,
• and say,
• Where ya goin??
• **
• (These days, it's the only relevant question.)

With Humor & Grace, We Begin:

"I'm a Lefty...Get Used To It."
~President Obama.

You could not find a better example of "Don't Box me in."
You gotta give it to him.

**
Change cannot occur without this. The Future, the Youth of our Country, has spoken.

Let them have the credit, and the Future they deserve.

**
I love The USA & the World.
Yes WE can. Believe it. A Call to Service: NATIONALLY.
**

Onward, within the Last word..for Politics.

~x~adam#2 and a half.

It's that time...once again...in memory...

Here << click me!

(....smiling down, I know)
~x~adam.

There are...

...no last posts.

You'll see whatever you want to see.
The world, never as bright as it is today.

One small bit of Change,
and We're free.

Take this moment into your heart;
let it breathe for all.

I gather the silent bitterness
brewing in my enemy's heart;
recognizing each potion,

a puzzle,

a call,

a child in the woods.

There are no last posts,
to blur my forward motion.

~x~adam. 01/19/09 ~~for MLKing & President Obama


EDIT: 1/20/09~2:14AM

Exactly...Still feel the same way, damnit!

(Posted this @ShortbusNormal Videos [2007-2008])...desperate, for change.

`x~adam.

Ps: There is a feeling growing within me. I don't know who reads me any longer. I've probably turned off more than a few people for not being "sexy" enough. Too bad, I say. The real deal is flying forward.

My brother-in-law is hospitalized. My Sister is gearing up for Divorce Court. My father is fuming in anger, loss, rage, and a collection of "false memories"...The hurt is endless, effecting all in my family. My mother, God rest her soul, is looking upon us with sorrowful eyes.

I don't care anymore, if I'm "sexy" or not. I want to live, like anyone else; someone who counts, no matter what...no matter where...no matter when.

"Sexy" is only half of it..if that.

If that.
~x~adam 01/19/09~12:55AM

Now, it seems.......done & over & done again...

...and, OVER.



**

x,adamNumber2-and-a-Half.

I've Reached That point:

In the grand scheme of things it may be a small thing:

Everyone, at some point, reaches that point where they question their worth, their value, in the eyes of others. We look for validation; for a sense we actually mean something to another.

I've lived with the word, "IDIOT" ringing in my ears. In a moment, those I love have hurt me more than any "school-yard bully."

I'm stealing from Maya Angelou [sic]: I know why the caged bird
sings.

I may be the reincarnation of Abe Lincoln [born on his birthday & holding on, w/ my humor & Marfan's] I'm wearing his "Death-mask," today. The Civil WAR in our HOUSE is nearing its breaking point.

I want to get off the train.

This "idiot" has reached the end of the line.

I've reached that point in Time.

The voice says: "You're not of value."

"You're an idiot" (useless)

I've taken in the sickness of my father....

...I'm throwing up.

He faces me towards the mirror...Idiot, Idiot, Idiot, Idiot, Idiot.

**
I jump & run for the hills....

**

No longer useless; although, GONE.

~x~adam.

Just what the Doctor ordered...

...and, nothing else.


x,adam.
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Only Francesca will understand.

I miss you, hun. You're a friend and a lover.



truth.
~x~adam.

There's nothing sappy about this. It's still a beautiful song..:

It's your life..Never surrender.


You raise me up - Westlife - MyVideo

Sugasm # 156: Goodnight, Sweet ..sweet.

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I know, as I work things out, it's best not to post here.

To my readers:

I apologize.

x

Sometimes, you have to look beyond yourself...

...and see the dance
from a distance of years.

Memory is a funny thing;

it holds on

and creates space for filling.

Looking beyond myself,

what moves me

is the courage I see in Others;

the life lived

and,

the Dance, even if it may be the last,

a gift.

...CLICK ME!

~x~Adam#2 and 1/2.

I know...

....how much of a bummer I've been lately.
{note to self: In all future reference to the bad days: Drop the word, "bummer."}

I'm sorry to say, it was inevitable. I try too hard, I know.
I fear explaining myself.

Honesty, impels me to just be myself.

All I can do, as I wander 'round, is hope for understanding.

It's not your problem...

..if I hate myself and where I am and swallow myself up with where I could be and wish that those who claim their love for me, consistently show it by making me feel smaller than they are.

That's the crux of my absence here.

I don't know, anymore, who I am.
I know, I don't like who I've become.

I'm back to that valueless place I was months ago...

...holding on. Wishing, with all my Heart,

I were somewhere

Else.

[I don't know when you'll see another post from me.

The Sugasm will have to do, for a bit. (a poem..a poem. That's all.)

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x,adam2*1/2 ~note: "...quiet desperation." is an original, new poem. It is written w/the writer, John Cheever in mind~particularly, his Short Stories of Suburbia, where the main, male characters, are always riding the Train. My Father was a Conductor, on the Long Island Rail Road & a Chief of the Fire Department. The title, is a steal: ..Men, living lives of quiet desperation.

I suppose, in Uncertain Times, we try to explain to Ourselves where we've been. And, yet, as little as we know, we also try to make sense of where the connections lie. Our History is not individual, you see...The Train rolls on and we take from it, hopefully, what is best.
Only, the best of Us, as family.

break-

down





9:58AM~pouring rain.

Reconsidering, every little thing, is death.


[They say, it doesn't rain in Hell.


Don't believe it.]

Serious:

At times, I wrestle with myself; not the beating-up, self-lacerating, kind of wrestling you see on Spike. What brings me to sudden silence, and long absences, is the kind of wrestling not written, or viewed. It is for the confessional, the serious-minded, spirit, clinging to a battered boat.

My emotions (lately) are as windswept as the reflective memories of a Katrina survivor. [If the house I live in could be seen as analogous, I'd board up my heart, and apply for disaster relief.]

Each day, each hour, brings another storm.
There is little I can do to change those I love.


My family is in "serious" trouble...

...and, my absence is only temporary.


In order to be here [here, being, this space] I have to calm myself, gird myself, like a strong levee.


There are no rehearsals, or reversals.


**

I don't like how I've been feeling. Even to myself, I'm a burden.

I've scattered myself; blown myself, into the wind.

Like dust, an Urn on the Mantle...crying, crying,...



...flying, away.


Hold on, Son, I imagine him saying to me.
Instead, each day is a contest of Wills...

..a contest I'm sure to lose.



Fin~01/06/09~9:19PM

**

~x~

Jesus Christ! ...and, I thought it was just the Flu!!:

click photo to enlarge. lol!
~x~Adam 2-1/2.
o1/06/09.~6:54PM

Okay. Tell me the truth:

Are you as tired of me
as I am?

(good.)

That means it must be time to Change....

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Confession: I'm not as in love with myself
as you think.
I'm time weary...still working on it, friends.

~adam#2-1/2.

SHORTBUSnormal Is Gone!

However, each day, I'll be posting his Videos..Starting from the beginning!

You'll find him in my Profile(wink*)
Love yez,
SinfullyAnon.

ShortbusNormal's FINAL video:




"In Transit"

....message sent.

Click me!

The Tipping Point (...In the Life of a Blogger)

Everything Falls into Place:

Okay.
So, I may not be the swiftest duck in the pond --(but, who IS,
anyway?)--and, Momma may have told me not to come...(jus' kiddin'
Ma!)...

...but, there comes a day when, [ yes, my
furry-sexy-friends] every little-gosh-darn thing falls into place and
instead of talking like some maddened political hack, gone wild, all of
your sentences (bold as brick) fly as free as the wind, as subtle as a
B2-Bomber..

..and, even that, is just right..(but, further to the Left, in 2009!:)

And, so:

Do not dismiss these ravings. I'm fucking on to something..and, if the Wind blows right, it may turn out to be:

Perfectly, Imperfect.

:)
Happy New Year.
LOVE yez, all,

SinfullyAnon, nevermore (Hawwwwwk!)
(also known as ShortbusNormal, Poetheadsup, and TV2guy @ YouTube)

Da LIST!

Hello.

If you're new to my blogs, or me, this post will seem like an invitation to seek me even further than you've ever had to seek another blogger. (Then, again, if you've spent only a little time reading me, you've probably realized I have an odd affinity with run-on sentences, which in the blog Universe are a number-one causal factor in boredom, and not only that: run-on sentences, induce sleep, and just may cause you much harm in the Real life world of English Teachers and spank-crazy, schoolmarms.)

(breathe....)

So, if you know me, you know I've been agonizing upon what (WHAT?, Sinfully, are you going to do with all these bloody-blogs!????:)

Later on today, I'll be back. (Yes..My nephew turns 11 today, [Birthday Party!] and I must be going!)....

...Later, I'll present "Da LIST" [note: Da List, is a List of Keepers! Meaning: The blogs I shall continue to Post on. The Main Blog & its naughty companions.]

It's time to make some Changes, friends & peeps & frienemies! (..frienemies? You know who you are..You're not reading me{or, maybe, you are:}

See ya later.

~x~SinfullyAnon
01/03/09~8:50AM

Frozen In Time...and, The Angels are Laughing!:)

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~x~