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A Day In The LifeSarah Bryson (14)    George Carlin: My Family CounselorPosted Tuesday, October 20, 2009 (36 days 2 hours ago.) Viewed 11 times. It finally happened. The death of a celebrity moved me beyond the usual, "That's sad news." Over the years, Carlin has been in my home more often than numerous relatives and friends. He never made it in person, but visited again and again via HBO, records, books, vhs tapes and dvd's. He was an old friend of sorts. We go back way back, about 24 years, truth be told. Our first meeting occurred on a cool autumn evening in 1984. I was about 9 years old and I had wandered into my Dad's little home office. There he sat, listening to one of his Carlin comedy records, a Coors in one hand and a Winston in the other. I came in just in time to hear "There was a freak accident on the highway. Six freaks in a van hit two freaks in a Volkswagen." That was all it took, I was hooked. I sat down and listened to the rest of the record with my dad. Why he would think it was ok for a 9 year old to listen to, I can't answer. Thankfully he did because George Carlin wound up being one of the few things my dad and I could agree on and relate to each other through. In the following years, George and I spent more and more time together. Boyfriends and friends came and went, but George was my constant. Even during the times when my dad, my brother and I were at our worst, the three of us could still manage to sit on the same sofa, in the same room and enjoy what we were seeing or hearing. George became our family counselor, of sorts. About six or seven years ago, my brother, my husband and myself got the chance to see him perform live. It was a night to remember, not only because of George and his performance, but because he managed to bring my brother and I back together for a night where the sniping and undercutting was replaced with guffaws of laughter. It was priceless and I will forever be thankful. Wherever George Carlin may be right now, you can be certain he has them rolling in the aisle with laughter. I just wish he could answer one last question for me, "Hey, George! Did Jesus finally bring the pork chops?" So long old friend and may you rest in peace. Rest assured, everytime I see anyone over the age of 12 with their baseball hat turned backwards, I will think of you fondly. 
Permalink Comments (3) Your Time Will ComePosted Tuesday, October 20, 2009 (36 days 15 hours ago.) Viewed 17 times. Fifteen years old
Depressed, alone
Want to end the pain
don't want to go on
Bottle of pills spilled at my feet
thinking they don't understand me
Fell to my knees and
bowed my head
crying "Please take me instead"
A loving voice ringing in my head
"It's just not your time yet"
If it's not your time, then it's not your time
it's something you learn to accept
Time heals the wounds, but not the pain
It's hard to go on, but you do ok
One winter night
was on my way home
Snow and ice on the ground
squealing tires and shattered glass
The other driver was just a kid
Held him in my arms, prayed he
would be alright, there's no way
he deserved this
Fell to my knees and
bowed my head
crying "Please take me instead"
A loving voice ringing in my head
"It's just not your time yet"
If it's not your time, then it's not your time
it's something you learn to accept
Time heals the wounds, but not the pain
It's hard to go on, but you do ok
Nine long months
waited for this day
Don't care what it is, just be ok
Baby boy, blue tinged lips
My heart fills with fear
close my eyes and I pray
"Please don't take him from me yet"
Fell to my knees and
bowed my head
crying "Please take me instead"
A loving voice ringing in my head
"It's just not your time yet"
If it's not your time, then it's not your time
it's something you learn to accept
Time heals the wounds, but not the pain
It's hard to go on , but you do ok
Ninety-two, a long life lived
now confined to a hospital bed
Family and friends, time to say goodbye
wipe the teardrops from your eyes
One last smile, one last breath
Close my eyes and bow my head, praying
"Lord take my instead"
a loving voice ringing in my head
"Patient now, it's almost time.
Take my hand and I'll lead you there"
If it's your time, then it's your time
it's something you learn to accept
Time will heal their wounds, but not their pain
It's hard to go on, but they'll do ok
When it's your time, you will know
because God will take you home
Permalink Comments (4) The Ghosts of NowPosted Tuesday, October 13, 2009 (43 days 3 hours ago.) Viewed 21 times. If terrible things happen within a set space, is it possible for that energy to be transferred to our surroundings?
The Ghosts of Now
there was a house where every night
the screams would fill the quiet unspoken thoughts and rage leading to a history of violence apparitions thin and fading seeking their revenge knowing little of the daytime for twilight was their friend a thirst and hunger never to be quenched life never lived again beaten down and hidden away from the worlds prying eye a single thought borne every night simply a wish to die deafening silence making way for piercing cries innocence lost and vengeance gained the walls absorbed the pain condemned for eternity to repeat it all again lies and damnation abound inside this house that never was a home the silent screams within your head belong to the ghosts of now
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