A Purposeful Enterprise

I am starting this new blog largely to preserve the rather random jottings that I previously had recorded on a myspace forum that has become moribund and I fear may soon vanish. The old writings were not by in large in keeping with my original largely political despotinwaiting blog. To start from the start- the first posting with real content- Is an Atheist in My Foxhole: Life Is harrowing for those trying to live free/ That's just the way it was meant to be/ Never place faith in politicians/For they will deceive you with ever evolving positions/ We all wish there was a simple guide to tell us how to conduct each day/ Indeed there is a path to follow, it is called to pray. Solution: If irony is bitter, stop eating it. (First published December 13, 2008). Jokes: When I was younger, a lot of kids played grand theft auto. We didn't have video games back then. They just liked stealing cars. I ate at an Italian bistro last night. I complemented the raisins in the tiramisu- I said, "that sure is an unusual touch". The waiter seemed taken aback. When I was leaving as the joint closed up, I heard the server shout toward the kitchen, "Hey Guido, the rats are back." (First appeared December 18, 2008). Abandoned: She used to call ten times a day/ Now she works hard to stay away/ Like other prisoners, I still get an occasional conjugal visit/ But it isn't what it used to be- is it? (Appeared December 20, 2008). Song One Billion Three Hundred and Seven (or so): Did Sinatra ever play Sumatra?/ Are virgins in Vegas quite rare?/ I guess it all depends on what you're smoking/ Or what's wafting around in the air (Published December 22, 2008). Old Dance Nuance: I have felt the primal fury/ I have seen the Southern sun set/ I know I am not there yet/ But I will be gone./ You said once that you were my "pet"/ But I don't think it's a good bet/ That we'll travel down the same roads to St. Peter's Gate/ The only thing I know for sure/ Is that there is no cure/ For in this life, we all suffer the same fate/ I wanted to be with you now/ But I'm stuck behind this plow/ And there is no wedding date/ Well, my love for you is real/ It's just a shame that it can't heal your new found hate. Climb: The mountain I thought was insurmountable/ Is no doubt redoubtable/ But if my will is strong/ And I work my way along/ I'll plant my flag on the summit in the sun/ I'm committed now/ I'll make my way somehow/ For there is no where for me to run/ I might slip and fall/ But at least I tried it all/ I did not have a ball/ Yes I have felt the wrath/ Could have picked another path/ But now the top's in sight/ And I can not quit the fight. (Appeared December 23, 2008).