​looking for words

Looking for more words then what I will be able to find in all of the things that I think that I know.
Laugher, 
even if I laugh at myself,
is better then having some one else do it for you.    

​I love you all

I love you all,
knowing that there are times in all of this that I can be somewhat cryptic,
but for those of you who keep coming back,
or you are here for the fist time.
Thank you d may God richly bless you.

​Well this will be quick today, because I have along day out in the real world tomorrow, or today, depending upon when you are reading this, so I pray that you will understand that I will be back tomorrow, or today, depending upon when you are reading this, so the only thing that I can say thank you for your loyalty in coming back, or if this is your first time reading this welcome.

In the meantime, thank you all for reading and understanding what it is that I am trying to say here.

​Good Morning All of You Hipsters,

I’ve really gone into business since I got the 6 string, which was like starting all over. ∞

Wes Montgomery

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Music,

Lee

​Good Morning Everyone,

Right now I am entering into my hating technology mode. So the only thing that I can do right now is to try and keep all of this as short as possible before I end up doing something that I am going to regret.

There are times when I wonder why I bother with all of this. I am getting ready to go back to a fountain pen and India Ink.

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Faithfully Yours,

Lee

​“So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You said: she's to good to forget. How about making her a friend and competitor — you could learn alot from her. So you'll try. So maybe she'll laugh in your face. So maybe she'll beat you hollow in the end. So anyhow, you'll try, and maybe, possibly, she can stand you. Here's hoping!” 

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

​“The thing she realised in that moment, that fraction of waiting, was lost. Nothing could bring the thing back, no words could make the thing solid and visible and therefore to be coped with. Solid and visible form was what she had been seeking. I will put this into visible language.” 
― H.D., HERmione

​Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

if it isn’t, coffee should be its own food group, along with cheese burgers, pizza and beer.

Lee Sandro

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​When the blood gets flowing.

When the blood gets flowing and the words start to run,
the only thing that I can do si to just go along with it all,
regardless of the form,
in the hope that there will be something good that will come out of all of this,
when we finally get through the fire of the moment.

​There is always somewhere else that we would rather be

in this world,
there is always somewhere else that we would rather be then where it is that we are,
but there are things and places that we are that are simply out of our control.
In the end,
we do what we can do with what we have,
and pray for the rest.

​So this is what I have to do.

So this is what I have to do.
I have to sit down and make a list of things that I need to be doing with my life.
Making a list of things that I need to be doing
and doing the things on that list are two different things.

​Life is so much more than just being alive.
But there are times when he gets to be so far away,
that the only thing that we can do is to keep up with yesterday.
At the only thing we can do is to be able to find that quiet,
well lit space,
that I will be able to write, 
and live some sort of quiet life.
What does all this have to do with anything,
because I always seem to be played by this vague need to write, which may not be a bad thing.

​sometimes I wonder what it is that I’m doing wrong,
because there are times when I wonder what kind be doing right.
Still,
there are things that I need to be doing,
other than to try and start figuring all that out. 
Words just never seem to be enough.
To be doing all the things I need to be finding out about myself.
It all seems to be more than just words.
It all seems to be more than just about the words.
It seems to be the only thing that we can hear,
the only thing that we know to be true,
if we are willing to believe it.

​When things seem to be going from good to bad.

When things seem to be going from good to bad,
what else can I do,
but to figure out what it is that I am doing wrong,
and try to figure out what it is that I am doing right now.
What else can any of us do,
when things start going badly,
except to keep on doing what it is that we are doing,
knowing that it is what it is and nothing more.

​Is this as good as it gets?

Is this as good as it gets?
I a wondering where all of this is going, 
and where all of this will be taking me.
Yes and no. 
The only tying that I can do right now is just hold on,
when it all seems to be going no where,
the only thing that I can do right now is to just work harder.

Knowing that there are just some things that we cannot control,
but to work harder on all of the things that we know that we can control.
It just seems to me that just when we think that we have it all under control,
the bottom starts to fall out,
and I am left wonder once more,
what I need to be doing in order to make it right.

​Waiting for the dawn

long nights waiting for the dawn
waiting for sleep
waiting for words that may or may not happen
the idea is that we may never see what we need to see
only what we are willing
or able to see,

​Good Morning Everyone,

Right now I am just trying to keep all of this going as best as I can, because I am not sure of what my work schedule, the work schedule that I actually get paid for, but the only thing that I can say is that I am going to try and not let it interfere to much, with my real work, which is all of the writing that I am trying to do, but there are just some things that I have to get done at this point, which do not include the work that I am actually getting paid to do at this point.

At this point, if I were getting paid by the word to do all of the things that I am doing with my emailing and with my blog, I think that I would be doing alright, but at this point, I don’t think that it really works that way.

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Faithfully Yours,

Lee

​"But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated." — Ernest Hemingway 

​"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." — Ernest Hemingway 

​Good Morning All of You Hipsters,

I’m famous. Ain’t that a bitch? ∞

Thelonious Monk

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Music,

Lee

​Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

“What do you want?"
"Just coffee. Black - like my soul.” 
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​something resembling a poem

feeling to tired to even sleep,
never mind trying to write,
but there are times when when the only thing that I can dom is write,
or try to write
in the hope that this will be the one that will finally get me to the place that I wan to be
to the place that I need to be
knowing that there will be a lot of other things happening along the way,
things that might be helpful
maybe even useful,
that all remains to be seen.

Good morning everyone,

Well the first day back to work is always the hardest, and now i have to do a quick turn around, and be back to work for a 7 am start.  OUCH!! What else can i do, it is the way that it is, so this will be brief. hopefully I will b able to do more tomorrow, which will always be a good thing.

So it goes. Press on regard less. 

Faithfully Yours,

​Lee

​Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

coffee and a doughnut, sometimes it is the only thing that we need.

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​“those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.” 
― Charles Bukowski