“An artist should write for himself & not for an audience. If the audience likes it, great. If not, they can keep away.” artie shaw
Right now, and I am hoping that this is nothing more than just something that is passing, but I am finding it rather difficult to be getting excited about things that once get me excited. The one thing that makes me happy, or at least gives me any sort of contentment and that is what I am doing right at the moment, and the best that I can hope for right now will be that I will at least be able to keep up with all of this.
Then there is the whole presidential campaign. One of the candidates can barely complete a sentence and the other, you are not sure of what is going to come out of his mouth. Now that there is an opening on the Supreme Court, well it seems to me that this is going to make a shit show even dirtier. What a country. I am beginning to wonder whether or not if any of the founding fathers would recognize what they worked so hard to try and establish. I don’t think that they would. As a matter of fact, I think that they may be a little disappointed in the way that things are going right at the moment.
In the end, it seems to me that it is better than any other game in town, but the way that things are going, it may not be that much longer. Another fifty or one hundred years from now we will be a third world nation if it lasts that long. What a country.
As far as the way that I am feeling physically, well I am getting better every day, though there are days that are better than others. We can all say that, that there are some days that are better than others. So it goes. Press on regardless.
Monday, September 21, 2020
Doing what needs to be done, or what needs to be done,
even when it means trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Laughing at myself, knowing that if I don’t, then I know that
someone else will,
Knowing all too well, that the best that I can do is the last
thing that I did.
My mind lives in the future, but my heart waxes for a simpler
Monday, September 14, 2020
Hoping for one more hour
One more day, one more chance at romance.
My place in the sun, where ever that some place happens to be and under what sun.
Love, art, truth, that great creator of being.
Nothing really matters, when compared to the vast cold truth of the universe,
But it beats the alternative.
Right now, it just seems to me, that I have to try and reach as many people as I can with what it is that I think that I have to say, but the next question is, am I saying anything that people want to hear. Even with that in mind, it just seems that the best that I can hope for is that one person will hear what it is that I am saying and be able to take it too heart. I'm afraid that I might be falling back into my old sleep patterns, which might not be a good thing because the last time I was feeling like this. I ended up in the hospital. I'm just going to have to try and fight it. That's all that I can do because for about five or 10 minutes am sitting here at my desk, struggling to keep my eyes open, because last night was not a good sleeping night. I was sleeping well until I have to go back to work, I wonder if there's a connection. That and the fact that there is so much of my writing that I want to get started get finished, and keep up with. It seems that when I do sleep. I'm not resting because it is the words, it's always the words that I need to deal with what , or what I need to get started. It wouldn't be such a bad thing if I had the money to write full time, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. Whether I write well or not, it's one of the few things that I have in my life that makes any sense. It is probably the only thing that I've been told that I was ever any good at. Good or bad. It really doesn't matter; I just need to keep on writing. There are times when it seems to be an obsession almost a compulsion and if there's something that I can do but just do it. Now I know there are worse things in life, like being a drug addict or alcoholic because at least with this. I have something at the end of the day to show for my efforts. Who can say for sure, because I know that I can’t? Maybe it's me, after all, I have one of those obsessive-compulsive personalities, but it's not to the point where it's debilitating. These need to do it, because that's who I am. I don't understand why. I understand why some people are writers and some people dig ditches. At least with this dictation software, unable to get more of my thoughts down on paper quicker than I could be writing them out, or trying to type. And I'm sure there are those who would read what I have written, and would say it shouldn't be wasting your time but should be one taking the ditch. All that may be true but it's my time to waste. As for everything else is going on in this crazy mixed-up world of ours will still true that my country is being led by a pack of cutthroats and thieves. Call me cynical I am funny that way. If I knew then what I know now, I would like to think that I would have made some better decisions. But what might be a better decision at the time, may have taken me down a whole other past God knows where I would be then. It's all good. What else can it be? I find myself sometimes. Wishing that I was born in another time and place. If only time travel were possible. I know I would be living in this place and at this time. I will try to find a place where life was simpler not so complicated. While such things are possible. So, I'm going to try not to torment myself and bother you with such Monday thoughts as trying to find it simpler time in my life was not so complicated. While life has always been complicated. It's just a question of degrees. In the meantime, I will bore you with any details, but I'm fairly certain you realize where I'm going with all this. What I really think would help my cause would be $1 million and the love of a good woman. I would settle for a half 1 million in cash and the love of a good woman. It's all good. It's always good because God is still in control. Well, this is all for right now. Sometimes, the only thing that I can do is to just keep things going as best as I can, even if it means saying things in the best way that I can as quickly as I can. Nothing ever really changes, because there is nothing new under the sun.
I pray that you're doing well and that I will be hearing from you soon. So, it goes. Press on regardless.
I still have not determined which is worse, not being taken seriously or being ignored. this would be a ver unsciemceintific survey, but which is worse, not being taken seriously or being ignored. it's all good. it's all good. so it goes. press on regardless
.Monday, September 7, 2020
Song of myself, soft and low.
Wishful thinking, believing everything to be true.
Wanting everything to be true, needing it all to be true.
I really need to be something new, something beautiful,
Something good. Paradise.
Not knowing what else to do except wishing it to be true,
And a little prayer never hurt either.
Just some more writing by Lee sandro