Attention!

Attention! Attention!
Did I forget to mention?
The rent is due
But you're clean out of Benjamins

There's no reason to fret
There's not enough greenbacks to make up for what you lack
You could never pay anyway
Even if all the right conditions were met

He wouldn't take your money
Because it's tainted
Painted with your sins
Riddled with the bullets of blood on your hands
The sands of time do not rewind
And in your case this is a gracious reprieve
Deceiving as you do
Who knew the person hiding behind that mask?
Go ahead...ask for clock to be set back
He has a knack of wiping away the cobwebs
Developing the memories you've tried to delete
Secrets laid bare and you'll be left staring gapingly

Some...Days

Some of these days sitting in my chair
I sit alone with my ears filled with my phones
My iPhone blistering the sound of some Nashville beat
I wonder what we wonder
Us humans looking into the pondering view
Life flies by on the computer screen
While the world outside stands freezing
Frozen waiting for us to greet it from the light in our eyes
Sitting at the bus stop waiting for that #7 bus
Waiting for a soul to strike up some convo
Perhaps we're all waiting for that soul
To make beauty in our hearts and minds

Kind of like the days when we dug in the sand
Walked on the monkey bars like superheroes
Bounced balls in four square
Can you see us there?
Our bikes took us everywhere
To the edges of the sky

The sun so bright before it was darkened in our eyes
Hiding behind our shades
When we hoped, we hoped for that dance
With that pretty girl over there
Too scared to walk across that floor

Crazy in love with that boy
You know who he is
The one that made your heart skip when
He looked out over a crowd to find your smile
Embarrassed you giggled with your friends
Grabbed the wrong book for your class
But it didn't matter, he found you in the crowd

Have we tamed ourselves to forgo the light of our dreams
Will we keep the clouded darkness of our hearts

A Blog Among Other Blogs

As of this moment, this is nothing but typing into the void that is the world wide web or what Cadillac Black calls the "Air Web."

The act of actually having a blog is weird, terrifying, and exciting to me.  It is weird because it may be a confounded mess, which no one ever reads, which then makes my blog superfluous with only selfish purposes of collecting and codifying the crap in my head.  It is terrifying because of what I might write and how others (if anyone every reads it) might take it.  Of course, I could always go with the old standby proverb of "I don't care what other people think.  I'm just trying to express myself!" or some variation of that saying.  However, that is selfish and self-seeking with no concern for my fellow humans.  It's exciting because of what I might write and how others might take it (deja vu?).

It might be good to have a mission statement or purpose, someone might say to me, so my blog has a direction.  Logically, I cannot disagree.  The intent I assume of naming the blog as it is, Faither. Poet. Thinker., is to give the blog its broad mission and purpose.  Even in naming, I surfed around looking for guidelines on how to name a blog.  The only help I received from these "guidelines" and others was to keep it simple.  Following the KISS principle is harder than it seems.

The title of this blog has, what a friend of mine called, a "strange word," in it.