my head is buzzing
from too much caffeine or else
too little caffeine
my head is buzzing
from too much caffeine or else
too little caffeine
It’s a quiet night around here and I am thoroughly enjoying the peace. I like times like these they’re good for reflection and enjoying some music, maybe drinking some coffee. Here are some snippets of what have been traveling through my mind. It’s not all quiet and while it may seem that some songs may not mix with others… It makes sense in my head.
“And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death”
“The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died”
“Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it’s a suicide rap”
“The steel bars between me and a promise
Suddenly bend with ease
The closer I’m bound in love to you
The closer I am to free”
“But if you can look in my eyes
And tell me we’ll be alright
If you promise never to leave
You just might make me believe”
“I’ve had to run
I’ve had to crawl
Been rich as a king
Had nothing at all
Still raising hell
And tearing down walls
I know where I stand
I’m learning to fall.”
“Man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on starlets dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of light”
“I’m going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we’ll fill in the missing colors
In each other’s paint-by-number dreams
And then we’ll put out dark glasses on
And we’ll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We’ll get up and do it again”
“I saw my life this morning
Lying at the bottom of a drawer
All this stuff I’m saving
God knows what this junk is for
And whatever I believed in
This is all I have to show
What the hell were all reasons
For holding on for such dear life
Here’s where I let go”
I’m jonesing for a cup of coffee
This is not my normal trip
I need it with some milk and chocolate
Before I take a sip
Caffeine can be a monopolizer
If I don’t use it right
Sometimes a bolt of electricity
Sometimes turn out the light
I long for the happy medium
So I can use it whenever I feel
Else I worship the haunting blue light
Before the steaming deity I kneel
Now it’s time to get my fix
There’s no knowing which way it goes
The vessel gets hot and the aroma wafts
To me as sweet as any rose
I touch my lips to the too-hot cup
I just want a little sip
Please cool down I need a taste
I crave the buzz and zip
I never know if I’ll get zippy
Or a coma inducing drug
“That’s the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightning bug” – Jimmy Buffett
I get the middle of the road
And my mood remains the same
But there is always next time
I’ll be back to play the game
I’m trying not to drowse away my entire day. Right now I’m in my cozy cave with the window blinds drawn and the doors closed. There’s a light over my shoulder giving enough to see the keyboard. I am yawning like it’s 3 pm but there is no reason for me to be tired. I finished off a hot coffee and cocoa just an hour ago, that should give me enough zip for the whole afternoon. Someone is vacuuming on the other side of the door, I don’t think I am dreaming that. Still the drowsing persists and the yawning goes on. Maybe need to get up and stretch my legs.
I stuck my nose out the door and decided to stay in. The vacuuming stopped, my foot is asleep and it’s definitely warmer in here. I’ll just type a little bit and see if that wakes me up. It’s good to give the mind some exercise… and the fingers as well, just sitting out at the ends of my hands. They’re the lifeblood to anyone maintaining a blog or writing as a hobby or a job these days.
The drowsing seems to have abated for the time being. The yawning has gone away as well. Maybe standing up and walking a few steps to the door cleared all the cobwebs out of my skull. Now to write… What I’m experiencing could be akin to writer’s block only in most ways probably not. I have the ability to start something but not the ability to continue it of finish it. The few pieces I’ve posted since Friday are exceptions to that. But those took a long time to produce.
I typically have a good stanza or phrase or couplet (whatever you want to call it) in mind and once I get those down, the piece starts to flow. Recently I’ve been able to get the first collection of words started but after that, the well runs dry. I’m not sure if it has something to do with the fact that I seem to have been hypo-manic for the past few days and my creative streak has been there but unfocused. Now that I’m out of that phase, maybe I’m even dropping a little bit (that’s why I’m drowsy and yawning), the pieces I’ve started look like they have a better chance of being completed.
I’m still in search of which of my “beings” has the better shot at writing. The past several days only seem to have made the water more cloudy. I suppose that’s why I’m just keepin’ on.
My dad bought a Keurig K-Cup single cup coffee machine today. He also purchased 3 billion k-cups of different types and flavors. We’ve spent 2 hours sampling each type and flavor from a strong french roast to a pumpkin spice. Needless to say, we are both sufficiently amped up. Not to mention, the coffee maker is now out of warranty… But seriously, we did spend some time making different types of beverages to see what serving size setting should be used (this particular machine has five serving sizes from 4 oz. to 12. oz.). I did get a little buzzed while trying out the machine, though it wasn’t just me and dad. My mom got in on the action too. Now we’re set to take the chill off and get a little zing while personalizing each cup. A purchase we’ll hopefully be enjoying for some time to come.
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