mahiwaga

I'm not really all that mysterious

unwell

Is this aching in my belly anxiety or dysentery? One wonders.

Sanity is such an expensive commodity.

Bounce… like yo’ ass got the hiccups —Timbaland “Bounce”

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga

journey "don't stop believin'"

I woke up at 3 a.m. for no good reason and couldn’t get back to sleep.

Bizarrely, I had this song in my head.

Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin’ anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Dont stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights, people…

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga

years upon end

Reminiscing about distant journeys
lost in the murky mist of my fading memories
down that Mother Road, and the paths of generations past
to the south side and the lake shore
and back again
to the mountain pass and to the Sea
the years wash upon the sands, wave after wave

Dreaming again of that long road
through the plains and the desert
and the changing shapes of drifting clouds
against the illimitable blue of the sunlit sky
and the dry summer heat and the lightning storms
rain come down in torrents, then stops

The snow-filled pass, the dizzying descent
And the last bridge across the silent waves
the City glittering on that other shore
the bank of fog rolling in from the Sea

Remembering who and what I am
and trying to latch on to that sense of
being caught up in that moment
ere I had taken another step on this lonely road

posted by Author's profile picture mahiwaga