I have read more books in the last 2 months than in the last year. They are nothing, just something to keep me from thinking, wishing too hard. Yet even the eye-candy books have a thing or two that resonate through me.
"Everyone wants to protect me (lately). My parents did too. You think if I don't hear bad things, then they won't exist anymore. But you know what? They DO exist, and I DO end up hearing them. And I wish to God that I could have heard them from the people I loved first."
Sigh.....
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Just One
Just one kiss
to say
hello and
goodbye
Just one kiss
to last a lifetime
for both
Just one kiss
closing
one life
to begin
another
.
to say
hello and
goodbye
Just one kiss
to last a lifetime
for both
Just one kiss
closing
one life
to begin
another
.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Triggers
Digging myself from this very, deep dark hole is not easy. Two shovels full out and 3 in. Before I long I will have dug my way to China.
.
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Sunday, February 08, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wishing
I wish you had told me
then I could have loved you
not just a child's love
for her mother
But
the love one has
for someone who
saved them and
loved just because.
I wish you had told me
I could have told you it was
worth more than birth,
it was love
that tied us
not accidental birth
but acceptance
and love.
.
then I could have loved you
not just a child's love
for her mother
But
the love one has
for someone who
saved them and
loved just because.
I wish you had told me
I could have told you it was
worth more than birth,
it was love
that tied us
not accidental birth
but acceptance
and love.
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Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Boxes
The box is in the trash
with the pictures you returned
the letter I never read.
The box is gone
I can finally let it go
the memories were real, but with
no more substance.
The box is gone/broken/worn
with that part of my heart
that had held on in the hope
that you really did love me.
The box is gone
I can breathe again.
.
.
.
with the pictures you returned
the letter I never read.
The box is gone
I can finally let it go
the memories were real, but with
no more substance.
The box is gone/broken/worn
with that part of my heart
that had held on in the hope
that you really did love me.
The box is gone
I can breathe again.
.
.
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About Me
- RJ
- I finally retired this year! Now all I have to worry about it money. I am married over 33 years with adult children. I would love to be skinny and rich! But am rubenesque and barely middle-class.