Payday Loans Payday Loans

jump to navigation

I Can Hear You Talking December 29, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Poetry , 6 comments

I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 3 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den

Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
You look up from the phone
But don’t say goodbye

I’ll come to bed soon
Let me finish with this
And you send me back
With a quick little kiss

I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 4 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
You’re not in the den

I hear you upstairs
Your voice muffled and low
My heart is breaking
And I climb the stairs slow

Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
I am not ready yet
Have you come to spy?

I lay there in the dark
With wide opened eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 5 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den

I can’t sleep honey
Will you please come to bed?
Try some sleeping pills
I can’t believe what you said

My heart is breaking
I fall asleep denied
The alarm is beeping
You’re asleep at my side

I wake to morning light
And open my eyes
At least you aren’t talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s off to work I go
I steal a goodbye kiss
You don’t even know

I come home for lunch
But you are still in bed
The phone sitting there
By the side of your head

Will you wake for me now?
I slip into bed
You say you are tired
I can hold you instead

The phone rings like clockwork
I open my eyes
Will you be too tired?
Will you talk to those guys?

Back to work I go
To finish up my day
Hoping to come home
And steal your heart away

You’re already busy
Talking on the phone
I am so tired now
I go to bed alone

I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 3 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den

Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
You look up from the phone
But don’t say goodbye

*To read other poems that I have written, please check out the poetry section of my blog and the collection posted in my poetry scrapbook.

A Lyric on the Road December 23, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : The Chip , add a comment

This evening, I drove from Atlanta to visit my family in Virginia for the Christmas holiday. Unlike previous years, I made the trip alone, as my estranged wife now resides with her mother in Alabama. I spent the trip listening to music and thinking about the tragic end of my marriage. “Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain,” sang Bob Dylan, in the tune Not Dark Yet. As I drove down the highway, beneath a huge silver moon, those words rang sad and true.

Saudi King pardons rape victim? December 17, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : The Chip , add a comment

Saudi FlagOkay, this is ridiculous. I mean, I acknowledge it is good that he at least bothered to interrupt his “busy” schedule, of sucking up a lifestyle bankrolled by fat oil profits and antidemocratic privilege, to exercise his power to prevent the enforcement of Saudi law from making the poor woman’s life any worse. Nonetheless, the fact that this was essentially the headline on today’s news is absurd. The idea that somebody who is raped is somehow guilty of committing a crime, just by virtue of being a victim, is stupid, and conducting any action meant to promote that idea is immoral. What the Saudi king really needs to do is revoke what is obviously a retarded, antiquated legal idiocy, the continued existence of which makes Saudi society look bad.

Flag image from the CIA Fact Book, designated therein as public domain.

Charity? Or Vice? December 11, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : The Chip , 3 comments

Is this an act of charity or vice? Tonight I walked into a local store, and a homeless guy outside asked me for some money. I didn’t have any change on me, so I said so and went inside. Inside, I purchased a 22 ounce Icehouse beer, and when I left the store, I gave it to the homeless guy outside. He seemed thankful. But… Is that charity? Or is that vice?

The way I figure it, I was giving him the same thing I try to find when I am drinking beer: one night with less edge to the pain of the world. I suspect some people would see the act as one of supporting a bad habit, though. And there we are… charity or vice?

My Best Job December 9, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : The Chip , 4 comments

PS3Those who know me well have probably already heard me exclaim that my current job is the best I have had (so far) throughout my entire life. For those that do not know, I work for White Wolf Publishing, now a division of CCP North America.

As my latest proof of this, I offer the following fact: This year, for the Xmas holiday season, every single one of us employed by the company got to choose whether we received the gift of a PlayStation 3 or an Xbox 360 Premium for our Christmas present. Thanks, Santa Wolf!