The Right Time That Never Comes Right.

October 4, 2017

I guess I was waiting for the right moment, perfect constellations, planets align.

However, in waiting I became slightly obsessed, counting coop, no victory, myself I left behind.

Waiting always for the right time,

When I guess the right time doesn’t exist right?

Always searching the grounds for a perfect rhyme,

Which translates out to me making a fist at the world.

Think I was hoping to find the perfect day, cloudless and uninterrupted, the kind you remember.

Instead, I’d wait through melting ice, growing spring, but nothing moderated that unseeing temper.

Waiting forever for the right time,

When I guess the right time is now right?

Perhaps off the banks of the rivers of my crimes,

Between the then and now we can have sight…if only we choose to see and not blind.

Thomas Spychalski 


Wise Thought of The Day #8

September 15, 2017


“The problem is not that people are like computers, running programs, the problem is people are also the users of that computer, even when it has bad data or corrupted files.”


Wise Thought of the Day #6

September 6, 2016


“Out of all the treasures we seek in life, there is nothing so precious or so scarce as reciprocated romantic love.”


Dolphin Talk: Fish Out of Water August 2016

August 25, 2016


Dolphin Talk can be found on the web here and please give a second to ‘like’ their Facebook page as well! 

The kid had to be twice my size and, not knowing that in less than ten years that most people would have to look up to me quite literally as I would stop growing at a tall six feet, five inches, this kid scared the life out of me.

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Of Roots & Fractals

August 6, 2016


Throwing this out there and it was inspired by this writing prompt on Reddit.

Bob admittedly felt strange as he awoke on that Sunday morning, staring at the blue sky from his bed in his tiny one bedroom apartment, the bright sunlight forcing his eyes and his mind under the covers to try and regroup.

It felt like he got no rest at all, even though he had gotten into the habit of sleeping as much as possible, because it was better to be blissfully asleep rather than think about how lonely and isolated he was every single day of his life.

His eyes burned and his body ached as if he had been on a bender and then proceeded to start a fight in which the odds must have plainly been against him. Bob had vague recollections of a strange dream, of hands reaching out and a voice that kept telling him he had one last chance.

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