Bugsey’s Bugsurdities…UNFAIR,UNBALANCED BUT TRUE! (so get used to it!)


To Lola
June 11, 2007, 6:01 pm
Filed under: inspirational, mushy, poetry, pondering

Words from this keyboard flow at a relentless pace
While I recall that beautiful smile on your pretty face
Yearning to see it again after nine long years
and a sea of tears

I am no whiz at poetry unless it’s for you
Not a mushy writer but you were one among the few
Perhaps the ONLY one who loved me
despite me being the worst of me 🙂

Nine years and I wish to hear your laughter again
while I watch those dark comedies we loved so then
Nine years and I still hurt as my fingers touch the keyboard
and every heartfelt memory I hoard
like food for my impoverished heart and soul.

In the midst of the night I still wish to feel your hug
To hear your lullaby .. what was it?
“The song of love is a sad song.. “
or Hang down your head Tom Dooley
I don’t really care if the lullabies were weird
because it’s you that will always matter

Not your songs,
not the last time I saw you,
but THAT you
who still loves me forevermore.



Mankind and “Bugsies”
April 6, 2007, 4:13 am
Filed under: bugsey, life, Love, missing someone, pondering, soul, Uncategorized

If ancient mankind were really that BAD and BARBARIC, I would imagine them to be savages eating every prey but they weren’t. What leads me to this conclusion? It’s the manner by which they kept their dogs at a time when there was no “dog food”, they had just discovered fire, they we sleeping under the moon, hunting under the sun most probably and yet, trying to keep their wife (or myriads of wives?) basically CONTENT
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Dogs. The bland cliche — “man’s best friend“.

Yet, if I lived thousands or even millions of years ago I would need a dog. I would need it so bad because I would need food and I do not have their scent, so I would need one for more than company.My dog smells prey, barks which signals I should shoot the boar with some old-fashioned arrow. Or just maybe my dog would get it for me anyway because he’s wild and would bring me back smaller preys like ducks and chickens and I would pat his bloody mouth. The same dog would watch with me by the fire under the wild moon while I watch my wives and kids sleep safe in the nights.

Of course, I would share some prey with him. We understand each other. I scratch my dog, he serves me. We take watch together in the night, until I fall asleep at times perhaps secure that he would not leave me. He watches with me, he watches FOR me. It’s a dependency-cycle but it works.But things were simpler then.

Today, I watch little Bugs limp but happy and shudder. He could have been born a million years ago, Would he have survived?I don’t know.

The longest sweetest relationship is that of mankind and dogkind. Maybe we don’t need them NOW to help sustain our stomachs but maybe they aren’t created just for that. Maybe today they are meant to sustain our hearts as well.

Thus, the dependency-cycle remains.I love my dogs. They love me.

And they still guard my door until the day they die. I say this because I miss one who made sure he croaked “on duty”. That’s love.

I still miss him.That’s also love.
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