Blue Monday

Don't write on bad days. I tell myself that now, but then I never do. I write sometimes to forget good and bad days. That's a good reason to keep a journal. Just to write, get things off my chest. I find it healing to write about me and what troubles me. And I often find that troubles are not really that bad. Once I've written them down, I feel better and I feel like these are shared and they belong to everyone. I've never known anyone who's read my journals. I can't imagine anyone who might want to read me. In a thousand years I see them as dust. Long forgotten memories of a man who never really mattered. All I'll leave behind is a pile of dust among many other piles of dust. Where will all of our books be by then? I don't imagine there still being books in a thousand years. Are millions still alive then and will there still be an appetite for simple books? I hope so. I hope knowledge and books last for ever. I pray for diversity and for modern thinkers. I pray for people who will and who do and for people that see the future and smile.

A Prayer to St Jude

Days at a steel mill in Alabama.

It's been years and years of night shifts
Wondering and Wandering around here
In the dark.
And then one day a man has a thought
And I'm back on days. Like it or not,
This is my party, you'll do as I say.
Yes, Boss. I do as you say. Thank you
For my job. And thank you for my pay.
I'm just glad to be here, glad to be alive!

(Not Really)

This place and people like him suck
The life out a person and all the fun
Out of life. The bone weary just get
Bone wearier. The fat get fatter
Their weight, harder to carry. I don't care
Lord, just get me out of here as soon
As I possible can.
Thank you Jesus,
Thank you Lord.
Amen