and these three remain

Let's talk about Faith
Let's talk about supersitious mumbo-jumbo
Let's talk about old-fashioned, out-of-touch
Let's talk about hypocritical
Let's show them how to take it lightly
Let's make some jokes
Let's talk about Faith

Let's talk about Hope
Let's talk about the good old days
Let's talk about pension plans and 401Ks
Let's talk about somehow, somewhere, someday
Let's show them how to kill the pain
Let's forget about tomorrow
Let's talk about Hope

Let's talk about Love
Let's talk about feel good, do it now infatuation
Let's talk about selfish manipulation
Let's talk about it on television
Let's show them how to win the game
Let's make some money, honey
Let's talk about Love

just a dark house

I stood at the window, my face ablaze with red light, listening to the sounds from across the street. I had been there, like a statue, for hours.
"Why don't you just go over there?" My wife, sitting in her chair reading a book, did not look up. "You've been standing there for hours, you've gone as green as a goblin with envy."
"I know" I said, and I did know. Of course I was jealous, and more. I hated feeling like I was missing out, ever since I was a boy. But then there was this adult thing I learned, called pride, that kept me where I was.
"Anyone's invited, there were signs all over town, and it said he has something big planned." She still didn't look up; she didn't have to-- I was still glued to the window.
"John Maynard is there, what's that drunk doing there?" That really got me, it really did. "Last time I saw John he cussed me out, to my face! John Maynard." My voice trailed off as I said Maynard because just as I did the host of the party appeared, before John was even out of his car, and gave John a huge hug. "Wha-"
"What do you care? Just go over there! I know you want to. Everyone's invited!" She looked up this time, and fixed me with one of her looks.
"He could have at least called, or came over to invite me in person. We're neighbors for goodness sake. We had them over for steaks!" With that I whirled around and sat down and let out a big puff of air. "I wonder what he's planning to do? He should have told me you know. Anyway I can't go over now, what would everyone think? They're all there already. Even John Maynard." I wanted so badly to go over there.
"You're being childish. What are you so afraid of?" When she said that, I got back up to look out the window. My face was glowing a bright blue color now, because of the party.
"I can't believe he let me find out about this with the rest of town. I thought we had something special." I really felt like my pride was damaged. I really wondered what he had planned though.
"I'm sure he wants you there, so why don't you go? What are you afraid of?" She put her book down and kept repeating it over and over. "What are you so afraid of?" I really wanted to know what he had planned though. I went over and put my shoes on, but then I came back and sat down.
"I'm not afraid of anything, or anyone." I just sat there in a dark house wondering what he had planned, and why John Maynard was there and I wasn't.

the reasons why

i set up this blog site for one major reason...so i could comment on Jason Holdridge's blog... the end... though i hope i will start blogging and chronicling my adventures here on the emrald isle