Have a happy new year everyone!
Have a happy new year everyone!
THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR BEING HERE!
The scene is different
everything is dark
a chaotic moon used to swoon upon the dust,
but now it is dead.
Everyone hates me
My mom didn’t even call
I don’t remember anything that happened last Tuesday and I got paid last Tuesday
Social media makes me mad.
All the remembering of laundered things
a dormant doormat doesn’t know a thing about power dynamics.
I am tired of hearing you talking about strength and nicole,
No one is going back to what has turned demonic
Everybody that is female has had a major trauma
What can I say to respond to these things the way that is okay
No right way,
female dieties are symbolic of jupitor or scorpio or god
everyone is screwed over hades
please do not take me to the king of the underworld.
Not answering my call and I should have known b the way she answered my questions the last few times we talked. She was very distant and my sister said she was weird at the grocery story when she checked her out. And she lied, so that’s happening
Let us all love one another. We can learn from history that anger, hate, and fighting does not get us anywhere and it will lead into a nother civil war if it is left unchecked. Let us chose the light and love, read positive affirmations and offer a smile to a stranger, it helps.
Let us not repeat negative influences to each other. It is not helping. Let this be a chain of love and purport it like the “letter chains” we used to do. Send this to 10 people you love (and even those you don’t) and you will spread positive light. Keep your smile going!
Be in peace.
I’m sorry I missed our date. I hope your reading this,
I just found out that Google can affect your credit score by the searches you make!! Crazy 💬
One of the best things is when I’m on the job and one of the guys starts joking with me about his wife or whatever. We’re shaping a window or sanding and he starts shooting the crap and then we start talking about REAL THINGS.
I wouldn’t say it at work and you know why. I can say it here. I also enjoy when I do something wrong (Well not DOING something wrong!) and one of ’em points in out in a good way. NOT in front of everybody. So I’m posting a poem here and if YOU WOULD LIKE TO I am allowing you to post a comment in the comment section and tell me what you think, or improvements. I will listen!
The BIBLE says “Have patience God, isn’t finished yet.” Philippians 1.6
I think it is a good thing to think about and let them say in school and maybe that would start making our country better again. That’s a different topic altogether. Have a Good Day! The poem is below.
(This is an experiment. A poem about talking to someone and inner reflection. Trying something new.)
Why do we have to do this crap?
Why do I look out the window and see my neighbor’s dirty, filthy siding
that has not been washed in years
and how does he live there?
Who lives like that?
Why can’t he just wash it?
I know I’m supposed to love everyone and it gets more and more difficult when I have to look at this ridiculous man’s dirty siding.
It used to be a yellowish beige,
but now the rain-drenched and mud-streaked vinyl
warps and cause my ire: early. Early in the morning.
I take my coffee
Out to the porch and I see this catastrophe and wonder why you don’t
consider a fiber cement trim, or some sort of composite.
IT resists ROTTING
Who are you?
Do you own a circular saw?
I never see you in your yard.
Sometimes late at night I hear your truck pull up
(It is very late)
and you move in real fast.
When I look out the window to catch you and figure it out
I can see you duck your head to the left, always wear BLACK and big jackets
but never with someone.
You go in real fast.
It’s weird to me and I think about the siding again.
It is one of the worst things I’ve seen in my life.
You can find siding: wood panel, stone veneer… There is freedom of choice.
Pine, plywood, insulated, shake and shingle. Many options.
In 1937, Frank Hoass began experimenting with steel siding in imitation of wood boards.
He made houses great for the blue collar Americans in the city.
After the war, his business took off.
He fixed the rust problem by adding,
a locking joint that joined with a flange on each panel
A WATERTIGHT HORIZONTAL SEAM.
You should be grateful.
You don’t even try.
If it were not for him, your house would be a big ball of rust,
corroted and disintegrating
like our souls. (Without God)
I’m not going to say whether or not I voted for the man, where I come from (as my Pop says, “Back in my day Young Buck…”) we keep close to the vest, and while you-all are tipping over your cards and spilling your drinks, I’ll just keep shuffling my feet under the table and making my face as stone as I KNOW HOW TO DO. We will see what happens. Meanwhile, I need a woman like this by my side. She know’s it, too.
Now I’m thinking of my Pop. He used to say short one-liners. I say them (mumble) now. We repeat my parents in different methods. Pop was an old cowboy, not officially, in the way he dressed and handled situations/events. I remember his old-fashioned invoice book. Pop wrote down numbers and receipts with a stubby little pencil from his business with the cars. I used to read his mail to him, the long letters, and with the forms. I am not ashamed to say that he wasn’t college or even high school educated, but he could make a business work. That happened. And he didn’t need the other stuff. He was smart in old-school way and was nice enough to give the shirt off his back, but if you mad him angry he would also give chase down the street and whip you with it.
I saw him give his shirt to a homeless man once, and a sandwich. I also saw him speed up in a crosswalk to hit someone. He was serious. In the backseat, terrified and inside me, thrilled that my dad was a crazy motherf*ck#r, I learned not to be afraid of life. He said if you are afraid, that’s fine, he would help. “I’ll help you fix that.”