From A Car Window 2022-04-17

 Easter with family

words & pictures by roman blazic

Would You Talk To Me If....

.... I bought you a new pair of pants

I was minding my business statistics and trends
following numbers that stop and begin again
replying to comments and those that interact
having to think it through there's something I lack
for it to matter more. I know it don't. It can't

Would you talk to me if I bought you a new pair of pants
It'll match your crown and leopard print shoe stance
Is the juke box playing your favorite song
with so many people talking and all the TV's turned on
still some how this thought came to me by chance
would you talk to me if I bought you a new pair of pants

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The History Of Tip Top Playground 2022

 Now how did this happen....

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She's Smarter Than Me

 This is why.

Oh wonderful. I'm wide awake with a pinched nerve from a dead sleep that I had to walk off. This sparked a memory of a movie title, "They Shoot Horses, Don't They." I'd would have gladly, at that moment, stuck a feed bag on my face and trotted onto a target range. 

As I walked from one end of my house to the other, back and forth, there are two mirrors I have to pass. Damn it! I'm miserable but these mirrors just won't let me. The look on my face would scare Putin to withdraw his troops as well as scare any adult and child. But noooo! My mind started picturing me with scuba gear submerged in a huge vat of Plexaderm to get that look off my face. Humor, again, lead to a better frame of mind. It got me to do a painful stretch that works at least eight out of ten times. It worked. 

There's another part. A mother of three, on facebook, posted how she had much to do but stopped and took a refreshing nap. (I hope it was) I commented that I did the same thing earlier in the day. I, however, got to sleep near 3:30 AM the night before and woke up a little more than three and a half hours later. 

The point is she had much more on her plate than I did. All I'm doing is organizational writing of various issues and negotiating with Councilman Squilla, Park & Rec's Project Director and staff and I have trusted and reliable help. This is for committed funding from a city budget that holds only a glimmer of hope of not hearing the word "no." blah, blah, blah!

She's dealing with "home."  Hey! I raised four kids and we parents all easily know the value of our home and children over a piece of paper that might make us look oh so wonderful. 

She's smarter than me. She stopped and gave herself a break. I didn't until I was forced to.

Sometimes we just need a good reminder than thinking we need to learn a new trick.

A fresh TastyKake Pie is also very helpful.

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My Pet Mouse

 

Say something

I scrolled my way into a popular poem by numbers but unfamiliar to me.
you didn't have to read the words to know that the comments were very nice.
some with a marquee glow. someone's grand mom knows the words, now the child the same.
the poem's unfamiliar name drew me closer still. damn the scrolling script fills too much time to read.
I nearly trip over my own words. I won't lie. I stopped reading the poem after two lines.
I'm being lured away. That thought, a better thought kept coming to mind.
I'm being lured away soft as silence has it's say
I'm being lured away

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Re-mixing 1963 Stereo (10)

Do You Want To Know A Secret

Headphone Mix

beatles_apple corp ltd

re-mix by roman blazic

 

Nothing More To Explain

Temptation

 the keys unlock my fingers
a cigarette burns anticipating words
it smolders just short of a flame 

Ever see two people sitting alone in a car
If it's longer than four songs, they needn't go far
lover's find secret rendezvous'
would you know what to do

Would you give in to temptation
Have your thoughts been there before
to hold an invitation as your thoughts underscore
a secret that's been kept
seems to follow every step

I'm working my way down to my last cigarette
Her filtered red lips on white cigarette tips
stir the ashes with the scent of a flame
no one was watching, nothing more to explain

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