Newyears eve, breakfast of champions, the unintentional authors gather at julians, Coffee, eggsbenedict with salmon, and bloody marys were the menu choice. Our waiter had a mustache, and wore my levis, maybe even better than me. Tonight we go in our white, and black, and black and white, too tight to pull up, but white jeans are novelty! New year new year!!!

And then the women ran away with my hearts. All divied up into pieces shaped like me, in gingerbread form. "Too late" says the one, "I'm keeping it, your heart that is." She stole it. I never saw it again. She owns it forever and can call me anytime she wants to use it. Golden View with eggs over easy followed by a BJ in my truck. Is that why I invested my heart in her? I didn't think so, but that's the way it worked out. I love you Lord, and need Your grace in my life. Help to heal the emptiness in me.

P M

not by courtney................. by a friend

So here it is, the eve of new years eve, and here we are we three , in a smoky providence apartment drinking gin, smoking cigarettes, and writing drunken poems. Dan says he's genius, Parker hardly speaks, and I don't know what I'd say if any thing at all. Welcome to the new year, we're done with the sopranos in 2007, don't stop, don't stop, those were the words that ended the obsession. Whats next, what new adventures, and shit storms await we three sitting here with our gin, cigarettes, and drunken penciled poems.

I think it's time to quit. Not out of any morbid obligation to new years resolutions. I never make them, therefore I never keep them.

I cough with a sound like that of a lion

I wheez worse than an asthmatic playing football

I smell like your grandmothers over flowing ash tray

I'm not saying now, but probably before the celebration of the day that I was squeezed from betwixt my mothers loins!

A TRUE LIFE CONVERSATION

" So where do we go from here?"
"I'm not sure."
" What do you mean you're not sure? That's only half of an answer."
" What I mean is, I don't know where here is, and since I don't know where here is, and if I'm here but don't know where this here is, then how am I to know where to go if I don't know where I am. If here is an unknown point, how can I be expected to know where to go from a point unknown.?"
" So what are you saying? Are you trying to tell me that we should just stay put and never leave this spot?"
" No That is not what I am saying."
" But you just said that you cannot be expected to know where to go from here."
" Yes, that is true, but that doesn't mean we should go somewhere from here. Perhaps if we pick a direction at random, and just go we will be able to look back in a little while and see where exactly here is. But, then again our present here will become a past there, and the future there will have become the present here. Since we are here and don't know where here is, how will we know where we are when we get there? When we finally get there will we look back and see that the present here is in fact no where? And what if we go in one big circle and think that we have gone to a new here, and from that here, which now is a there, we will look back and see our own backs standing here, which we thought was there, but really was here all along?"
" OH my God! what are you talking about? Who cares, do you wanna just throw caution to the wind and just go from here?"
" No, I think I'll stay here and wait awhile."
" Alright then, I guess I'll go alone. So do have any idea where I should go from here?"
" I'm not sure."

Today's walk was nothing short of inspiration. The surrounding scenery of sadness, and volumes of desperation instilled some form of hope in my sometimes hopeless heart. Why leave? Why go back to my personal paradise, when there is a paradise to be made right here, not only for this individual with his fingers on the keyboard, but for all who cross paths with the individual who's fingers are on the keyboard, and even for those who don't? Why can't we change this place? There's no reason why we can't...

How would tell a newborn baby about the world that it had been born into? Would you say something like, welcome to a world where truth is scarce, and deception is the norm. Welcome to a world where nothing is sacred, and all things, faith or otherwise, are flushed down the toilet of higher education. Welcome to a world populated by "haves" and "have nots". Sorry little one, you'll most likely be a have not. Welcome to a world where women flaunt and use their beauty for less than stellar gains. Welcome to a world where men are, well, they just aren't men anymore. Welcome to a world where meaning is defined through meaningless possessions and goods. Welcome to a world that you have a responsibility to change, one person at a time. Now then little one, aren't you glad you decided to pop out of the womb today?

B7 Presents



A Rejoice-ed Christmas



Coming soon...

I was waiting for this time of day. This time of day when the beginning stages of the sunset turn my bone white linen curtains to a glowing pearl shade of color. It's warm, it's comforting, it's love. I was waiting for this time of day, and now it has come. I am warm, feel comforted, and I feel loved. Thank you sun (Son).



It's all about the little things.

At what point did I disappear? When did I lose myself in the layers of selfprotections and self interest. At what point did I disappear? I've been lighting matches against the wind, pointless actions that can't really produce anything of consequence, save flare and burn out, I'm losing things, I'm losing people. At what point did I disappear?