Sometimes I wonder . If I pass this world suddenly , how much I would like you to see my gardens. The one in the front, I am so proud of it. People slow down on my street to look at the one in front. It is a legacy to my effort and my desire to nurture , even if I am sometimes a terrible ogre. That beautiful garden , I feel is evidence that I am a good man. I have a pair of dragonflies this year, and a hummingbird who feels like magic to witness, a frog migrated in and ate a bunch of my fish in my pond, and I have several beautiful little snakes.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Ghosts.
I wish friendship had worked . My connections In this world are few and fleeting it seems a terrible shame , if things were different, I would show you The garden then.
As silly as it may seem, I still want you to be proud of my accomplishments.
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Thursday, August 13, 2015
The electric.
It still courses and vibrates through me.
I receive praise and kind words for standing up for what I believe in, but it never feels good to have my blood go electric.
It feels like a canoe on a river of anger, and only by great care so I keep the river from swallowing me.
It's a gamble, and I can't lose.
Gotta stay afloat.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015
The wound
The wound is open most of the time, weeping and unnoticed, until I can see her. When I see her my wound closes , on burrowed time it does not heal.
She leaves soon, to return to Texas.
Texas , Illinois , California , it doesn't matter.
The sutures are starting to rip.
And it fucking hurts brand new.
Goddamn it.
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