The Tales Of Mikey Wiseman

What the deuce??? I just read through my last few posts, and sheesh!!! I sound like some kind of a thinker or pondering 'whatsits'! Hmmm, I s'pose there's not much I can do about that, but... really? HEY LOYAL READERS!!! I promise you, I am not the icky bicky, thinks-a-tron 4000 I seem to be making myself out to be. I mean, c'mon, anyone who STILL owns action figurines (and yeah, I use them on occasion to act out some of Shakespeare's best) AND can easily mow through a toy aisle and point out the good, bad, and uglies, AS WELL AS someone who has dance breaks on regular occasions? Yeah, obviously there's still a bit o' fun still left in the bag! Just wanted to make sure I wasn't coming across as an ol' fuddy duddy, wish-I-was-a-poet, demure type.

Confutatis, confutatis... Sometimes there are things in life it's just impossible to understand. You try as you may, try as you might, and yet....hmmm. Maybe those things just aren't meant to be understood. Or is it one of those things where one just gets tired of trying and gives up? For example: Why do we know more about space than we do about what lies beneath the oceans? Or better yet, why do we allow the price of gas to keep getting higher and higher? HaHa, yeah that's one that could keep your mind spinning for days on end! Here's a piece I wrote that I find fitting for todays thoughts:

Often times I wonder,
Why?
Why is there why?
What does why really explain?
Could it be a city?
Could it be a person?
Or is it all to blame on reason?
WHY.
So many different ponderings
On a simple little provocation.
It opens new doors,
It explores new realms;
Some never even thought of before!
WHY!
Such a foul little three letter word,
Often times more questions ensue.
Does it ever really lead to answers?
Does it ever help to explain anything?
why...
Some things are never meant to be pondered.

In closing thoughts, it's funny to me, sometimes there are so many why's around, it leaves one to wonder more about things than it seems are humanly possible. Ah, life...

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be with a whole crew of certain someones...numbering three. Sure, our age ranges vary, but you know, I gotta admit, that didn't matter. Talking to one, we really got into MLA style of writing, as well as hard papers, and you know, educators should really re-construct their grading system to put more weight on papers and or tests that come at the end of a class instead of in the beginning or the middle. I mean seriously, if you knew all to be all from the get go, why even bother taking the class, right?

Anyways, I also had time with someone a bit younger. We talked of cars, and things important to him (he seriously is like a small adult at times), but you know, he and I had some major fun by passing a balloon like volleyball. And I saw that certain someone dance.....

First time in a long time my concentration was split eight ways to Sunday, but what a feeling!!! Talking to one (MLA and other conversations), playing balloon ball, and watching that special someone dance as if no one was around....

FAMILY. True love and FAMILY. This feeling is brand new to me, and beyond amazing.....I mean, to my peeps C Comeaux, P Plentl.... I finally am beginning to understand. Mad respects to you both and your families. I hope that one day I can brag like you do.

The best part of it all was that I got to see that certain someone special be a mom. And she was more than beautiful... AUGH! To see her in that role, to see her be 'Mommy'... That is why she is my certain someone!

Wonderment and excitement abound.
This is the beginning of something amazing - I can feel it!!!

And the dawn comes into being...
At once, mine eyes are glazed,
Filled with tears of refreshment,
Marvelling at another day's existence.

Reaching over, I feel the source,
The reason for my continued being,
And I wonder.

What makes one be?
Is it pain?
Is it elation?
Nevermore my feelings cry,
Another day is meant for those woes.
Until then pacified unity is what matters.
Nothing more...

Or is there?
Laying back down I wonder,
Truly what IS what matters?

My hand falls to rest across her beautiful form.
My query a fogged memory,
My eyes again close.
Tears fall to the new dawn.

Sometimes I wonder the most mundane, yet I am fascinated by it all...

So it's Mother's Day today, or as I like to call it, Mama's Day. Why the difference one would ask? Because to me, the term Mother, is one you use for formality. It's almost cold and impersonal really. It brings to my mind thoughts of how you would address her when you really, REALLY needed something. As in, "Mother, dearest woman, I harken to you for a mere moment of your time.....can I have an advance on my allowance?" Not so much, methinks.

That's why I call it Mama's Day, or Ma's Day, or Mom's Day. Something, ANYTHING that isn't so formal and sterile. I mean seriously, your mom knows you inside and out for the most part, (she gave birth to you for crying out loud!!!), and when you talk to her on a routine basis (if you do that is), it's not Mother this, and Mother that - well, unless you are cussing up a storm and that's a pre-cursor to a few choice words (if you get what I mean!). No, it's usually (sigh - okay for ME it's usually) 'Hey Ma!' or 'Momma, I gotta tell ya', and so on.

Not that I have a problem with it being MOTHER'S DAY, I mean I'm glad that it, and Father's Day exist because regardless of this that and the other, they are your parents and they brought you in to this world. It's a chance to at least give 'em thanks for that, right? So with that in mind, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to any and all Mom's, Ma's, Madre's, Momma's, Mommies, etc. You all deserve to be loved and cherished for what you do in this world. Thank you all!

Feelings of peace,
Wake up into the dawn.
Reality is what it is,
Disbelief no longer accepted.
Fireworks of passion light the day,
Movements of love,
Like a Mozart concerto,
Keep things alive and moving.
Future decisions weigh on the mind,
And yet they are met,
With pungent conversation.
This is alive,
This is feeling,
This is brutal reality,
In all its forms.
What excitement!
Tears of pure joy and happiness
Seem to be the exchange,
Thank God they have no monetary value.
I like this, nay
I love this.
This newfound experience;
This newfound peace.
True love's passion and wonderment abound...

Okay, here's a rant. This one has been a long time coming. What the hell happened to blinkers on vehicles? Seriously, did we stop teaching that in drivers' ed? It seems more potential accidents and near misses I've seen are caused by the fact that so many refuse to use their blinker to change lanes or simply exit the highway.

I'm SOOOOOO over that!!! Sheesh, how hard is it to turn on your blinker if you want to change a lane for crying out loud? I know, it's hard between sipping your coffee, smoking your cigarette, and talking on your celly, but for real! Don't you realize you could get rammed or hit someone else, and God forbid, it be your own damn fault for not signaling? WAKE UP!

How pissed do you get when someone cuts you off? How pissed do you get when someone is moving at waaaaay slower than speed limit because they want to turn off? How 'bout some courtesy signals. A lil' bit of that and we may cut down on some road rage methinks. Of course, I may just be a cantankerous ass...