Mirror Souls

Two hearts will be one

The time is now to have fun

Eyes bright, like the sun

Soft warm hazel eyes

Perfect legs and luscious thighs

My heart grows a size

No rush times my friend

Fun filled times without an end

Physics warps and bends

Time slows down our view

I know, crazy but it’s true

It happens with you

You feel like I do

Like you always wanted to

Bright futures a view

Trust in yourself now

Don’t worry about the how

Keep a solum vow

Dancing in the rain

No need to feel any pain

You’re yourself again

-aaa

The Final Arrest of my Half-Wife (11/30/14)

She was arrested, again and if looks like she won’t be home for close to a year this time. I’m exhausted, scared, furious and frustrated.

—-

I left work early and met with her probation officer and found out what had happened. This is the seventh time she’s been picked up for shoplifting.

—-

This time, her probation was revoked because she broke almost every rule. She had a large purse, several bags and canvas bags with various items in them in her suv. This was after she told her PO that she was behaving. A surprise inspection led to the arrest.

—-

I plead her case even spending over an hour in her car going through all the bags and producing enough receipts from each to satisfy the officer which I did. I explained her health issues and PTSD she suffered the past abuse she had suffered also. I practically begged her but to no avail.

—-

I was instructed to return to the county jail to obtain the possessions that were on her person when she was arrested. I knew this would unfortunately mean 😢 I’d have to return with her mother.

—-

Later we make our way to the county jail. After repeatedly comforting her mother for the umpteenth time we arrive. She’s drinking from her thermos and I can smell the vodka on her breath (reminiscent of the DUI she had received some 6 months earlier which I had bailed her out from). I am instructed by her mom to remain in the (car) parking lot and that she’d return with the items.

—-

I wait and one hour goes by, two, three, almost four. I get out and make my way to the jail, the night air greets me with cruel November fingers.

—-

Inside, I find her mom passed out in the waiting room with the items we came for. I do my best and wake her so that we can leave.

—-

We stop and I grab a dinner (I’ll never ate) and a large coffee (for her). We finally get back home and her mom somewhat sobered up leaves.

—-

It’s 1:00 am and I stare at the items before me on the couch (which served as my bed for the past 3 1/2 years) a purse, a bag, a sweater and her laptop. I hold the sweater to my face and I can smell her and fresh warm tears stream down and all us a blur for a bit. This had become a common occurrence lately as her problems seem to have compounded.

—-

I turn on the laptop (per her instructions) as I needed to check emails because I’d have to sell items (on EBay) as I had times before to help make ends meet. Seems, Uncle Sam doesn’t grant social security to semi-permanent or any other persons who are in jail since they’re technically cared for there.

—-

Of course for those in a household needing that income to stay afloat and keep the lights on it poses problems. I look for the email addresses I was instructed (per the note she left me with her mom).

As I finish (it’s nearly 2 now) I know I need to sleep but I can’t.

—-

I look back at the 12 inch screen and think to myself (something that’s been nagging at me) about how much she’d never let me into this laptop pretty much ever unless she was in jail. I start going through folders and my heart stops.

—-

I get bad butterflies and my stomach touches the earth’s core… What follows is very reminiscent of what ended my first marriage. Emails reeking of unfaithfulness. Professions of love to an ex boyfriend of some 20 years ago. A person that she had frequently spoken of as friend and mentioned to me many times.

—-

The betrayal stung like 1000 needles. More warm tears and my mouth agape as I read an email from her mother that made me shake to the very core of my soul.

—-

“I’m beyond happy for you dear. I know you’ve always wanted a true love and now you have a soulmate. It’s only a matter of time until you’re out (precious jail stay). Don’t worry your man will wait. I’m just glad we’re fooling your fiancé. What a fool, he thinks you love him but you can dump him when your soulmate leaves his wife. Don’t worry I’ll pile on the tears and your fiancé will be none the wiser taking care of you and your home and your bills awaiting your arrival home.”

—-

I buckled a little but knuckled down clenching as I closed my eyes and my soul screamed into the abyss. More warm tears. This is it, this is the end, of us….

-aaa

Prayer of the Shoplifter’s Mate (2006 – 2014)

Originally published 03/31/2024

Sitting alone and she’s hours late, again. Out shopping despite my pleadings not to, again. Three hours late so far, I hope she’s not in trouble, again.

She’s a good person and doesn’t mean any of it. Please hear my prayer closely and distinctly. Dear God, I pray to you on all that is great in the world, for her safe return home. Shes not perfect but bless her the same. Please, if I have anything good or special to be bestowed upon me, give it to her instead. She needs it more than me. I’m not a martyr I just want her to be ok. Coping with another extended stay in jail and being alone would be unbearable. Please hear my prayer, Amen…

-aaa

Sekenglif (feelings) 😀😊😔😢

Art Work by Melissa Daugherty.
https://www.deviantart.com/madartwork42

A perfect sphere surrounds us each day

It’s our reality of everything we see

A myriad of emotions, are at play

And many affect both you and me

Outside the sphere, feelings abound

And each its own unique face

Happiness, sadness, and others are found

Surrounding people of every race

Which we choose or rather chooses us

We often have very little choice

Confronting our feelings is a must

When talking in our inner voice

We might as well roll with it all

There’s no need to lose control

Feelings, inside of us rise and fall

Learn to ride the ebb and flow

So how do we deal with all these thoughts

How do we gain an upper hand

Dealing with the past, you’ve wrought

Helps you draw boundaries in the sand

Then one day, you create a space

Between what you see and what you feel

Putting self control in place

Preventing overreaction, a bad way to deal

So as the realities challenge with strife

Remember, you are in control

Of your reality and your life

Don’t let your feelings take a toll…

-aaa

Daily Question # 44

What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

This question is a double edged sword for me. My favorite holiday and least favorite holiday are the same at this point in my life.

That holiday is Christmas. It used to be my favorite holiday to celebrate with my favorite people. Unfortunately, many of those relatives and friends are gone (passed away). All that remains is a big space where they used to be and it makes the holiday of Christmas a much more difficult.

I guess that makes me selfish, wanting to have my favorite people in my life present on my favorite holiday. I’m feeling like it isn’t my favorite holiday without them.

I’m not alone. I know a lot of people feel this way. I just make the best of it each year, and try and use the generosity of the holiday as a means to pick up my heart and spirit.

I am hoping someday to make new great memories for Christmas and definitely am going forward with my heart open to that, but it is challenging.

-aaa 💔 🎄 💔

Reunion? (10/14/2022)

Originally published 03/30/2024

Sitting at a multi year high school reunion feeling like a fish 🐟 in a tree thank God for the powerful beverages or I’d really feel awkward. I feel so strange way way out of my comfort zone here

I sit at the bar minding two women’s drinks that I’ve collectively spent 5 minutes talking to. One (apparently) I’m taking home safely of course I’m Mr. Goto lol 😝

So this is odd I feel my sensibilities being triggered some by overstimulation to ego I’m often prone…

Felt a connection with a woman for 5 seconds until she bailed 🤣 Hmmm… why I often do not attend reunions stag.. 🤣ugh here’s to the weirdos…

Where am I what am I who am I. What am I doing here I have no idea. And yet… here I am amongst these athletes and cheerleaders and popular people feeling like I’m hiding amongst the elite years later… it’s surreal I don’t belong here yet here I am…

Look at these folks the upper crust of several years of high school royalty plus 1 lower cruster 🤣🤣

It’s ok I know who I am I where I belong, anywhere!!! 🔥🔥

-aaa

Standing

Originally published on 03/30/2024

-Standing, alone but strong and firm.

-Waking each day filled with gratitude and an increasing sense of wonderment.

-Sitting silently contemplating change and where it will bring life.

-Lying down, softly encouraging the placement of each new brick, as I rebuild a foundation.

-Loving every second in this life, it’s been far from easy but nothing should be altered.

-Feeling each moment to the next and absorbing everything around me.

-Tasting the air the saltiness of it the freshness this is bliss.

-Holding fast and dropping obsession with a past that cannot change.

-Chomping at the bit for a future of endless fun and adventure.

-Closing chocolate-eyes and dreaming of desires and making them realities.

-Finding oneself and grabbing onto this wild eccentric person destined, without fear, trepidation or hesitation.

-Burning flames of a past to ignite a future that is, everything…

-aaa ❤️❤️

Daily Question # 43

Have you ever been camping?

Have I ever been camping? that’s very good question, I have to go back many years to recall when I last went camping. I can recall a pretty unforgettable story from childhood, when I was 10.

Once summer at age 10, I went camping with family and friends at the state beaches near Ojai California. We camped out at a beach and park with campsites called “El Capitan”. We enjoyed a great week out there there. Places where the mountains and beach meet are truly a wondrous and beautiful.

It was great, there was a lot of bodyboarding baseball, pickle, and over-the-line. The campfires, outdoor eats, and late night board games. Gorgeous skies so clear you can see the nebula within the Milky Way galaxy. Plus, there were numerous hiking trails we all did as well. Culminating with the family talent show at the end of the week at the outdoor amphitheater next to the campground. The week went by so fast it felt like it was over in a day.

So as the trip came to an end we made our way home. This is where the main part of my story begins. pretty much from the first night we got home my right arm started to itch. Initially, there was no rash or anything that I could, it just itched. I figured it was a mosquito bite or something, the itching wasn’t too bad so I went to bed.

Starting the next day, the itching grew and got to be unbearable on my arm. Now it looked like a scratch that maybe got infected. As I had two dogs residing in my room at the time it seemed possible, or maybe a flea bite. So my mom (like any mom at the ) put Benadryl cream on it sending me on my way. This of course ultimately wouldn’t work.

My itching got much worse and it seemed like the scratches were on both of my arms now. The itching had grown so bad that I couldn’t sleep at this point and hadn’t in a couple of days. Nothing worked or could ease it or bring me comfort . Finally, my mom made an appointment and took me to the pediatrician.

Immediately, she knew what was going on with very little examination. She explained the markings on my skin and the intense itching were a dead giveaway. She opens a cabinet looks through a couple of small boxes and produces two brochures which she hands to my mom and myself. Reading the heading on its cover, a word quickly jumps forward, “S-C-A-B-I-E-S”!

I don’t know, how our said narrator at the tender age of ten contracted a “social disease”? I don’t know how I got it (maybe the bathroom or showers at the campground). Reading the literature that was offered in these pamphlets regarding scabies was beyond disturbing, especially for any nine-year-old.

**Warning Graphic Description Coming Up** 😬😬😬😬

For an instant itching seemed worse when I read my pamphlet and found out what scabies really were. Apparently, (I’m no doctor and if I get this wrong please consult a Grey’s anatomy book for proper definition) there were little spider-like mites, crawling in my skin, eating my skin, laying eggs, and burrowing through creating the trails that looked like scratches. OK, I know, I’m sorry some of you are probably feeling a little disgusted and itchy at this point, trust me I am too. I lived it. 😬🤣

Shaking off the shock and disgust of my (very) local infestation, we make our way to the attached pharmacy. We drop off the prescription and wait about 10 minutes for my name to be called. What I’m supposed to get was a topical cream to ease with the itching and a cream I had to put on overnight to dispose of my unwelcome little invaders.

I sit and wait contemplating the fact that I was essentially being eaten from the inside at that moment. I reread my newly acquired literature and shuddered again at the artistic renderings of these little monsters. My name or number comes up, and my mother and I go to pick up the prescriptions.

Apparently, the pharmacy has a sense of humor, or they made a grave mistake. My topical cream had instructions printed on the box which read, “Apply liberally to rash on groin every four hours!” I looked at my mom and I said “I don’t think the scabies have gotten that far yet” earning me the familiar disapproving look from my mom. I guess my gift at saying the inappropriate started well before age 10, and continues to this day.

My mom and I had to go to the clerk and explain this “groin cream” was obviously given to me by mistake. Apparently the clerk also found the situation rather humorous as well. He asks us to wait while he walks to the back of the pharmacy. He first confers with a pharmacist and they inspect the box, read it and I can see both are laughing. The clerk then confers with a second pharmacist and they’re both laughing as well. I’m starting to wonder if he’s going to do a show and tell for the entire hospital, when he finally returns to us. Informing us the ingredients in the “groin cream” were identical to the topical and that I can apply it to my arms to ease the itching. Embarrassment aside, I didn’t care if this was vaginal cream, I was going to end the itching here and now. Though I did ask for a bag for concealment to prevent anyone else from reading my graphic groin cream instructions before we got out to the parking lot. Bag in my hand, we went home.

As soon as we got home, I applied my groin cream (liberally) to my arms. This ended the itching and I felt relief for the first time in four days. I then would take one of most satisfying naps of my life. Later, before bed, I applied the overnight cream which would permanently take care of my little invaders.

A few weeks later the scratch marks disappeared thankfully before school started. There’d be no need to explain what they were or where they came from.

Needless to say, I only went camping one more time ever after my ‘close encounter’ and frankly, I’m not surprised.

Have a great evening and the you for reading.

-aaa 😊

Divine Arrival

Originally published 03/30/2024

Live positively.

Emote energy, attract.

Embrace it, it comes…

Healing energy.

Attract the very best life.

At last you’re ready.

Breathe, don’t be afraid.

Life is just starting for you.

Fasten your seatbelt.

Love for love is all.

Reach out, help all that you can.

Share all your wisdom.

Smile, today happened.

Revel in your successes.

Appreciate you.

Be actualized.

The best version of yourself.

Readied for what’s next.

Dial up your patience.

Great things all come together.

In divine timing.

-aaa

Union

Originally published 03/29/2024

Come to me I am lonely

Come to me be my only

Come to me with weary soul

Come to me attain control

Come to me from the start

Come to me and fill your heart

Come to me generosity in mind

Come to me I’ll return in kind

Come to me, a painful life

Come to me to lesson strife

Come to me like stars above

Come to me and be my love

Come to me I’m still here

Come to me and it’ll be clear

Come to me without any fears

Come to me and remove your tears

Come to me no curtsy or bow

Just come to me, our time is now…

-aaa

Mine is Yours in Alimony 💸

You are commander and chief

of all my financial grief

💰

Your many scores

ride on my chores

💰

Your desert bane

is my source of pain

💰

Your constant spending

is for me, never ending

💰

Your frequent travels

cause my wallet unravels

💰

Your rides on trains

as I’m shackled in chains

💰

Your glorious fun filled life

comes from my hard work and strife

💰

Your laugh and giggle

as I crawl like a worm and wriggle

💰

Your hoots hollers

are from my hard earned dollars

💰

But there are two payments left

Then a finality to your theft…

-aaa 🤑

Fun At Last Paid for in my Past

I have been to hell and back

Upon the most treacherous course

My life and memories in a virtual knapsack

Navigating my life, post divorce

I don’t know where I go next

But I know it’s going to be fun

My past days of being hexed

Are all finished and truly done

Endless adventures await my life

I’m enjoying the unknown of each day

Over are all my days of strife

And now it’s time to enjoy and play

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed

So each our lives, we must not waste

For the hazards of our pasts we all must heed

To thrive inside our happy place

Endless days and laughing times

I look forward to enjoy

Sharing experiences with friends of mine

With hard learned lessons, I employ

Who knows next which way I go

Not even I can answer

But I’m enjoying the ebb and flow

Just like that of the dancer…

-aaa

Exultation

Originally posted 03/28/2024

Dancing in the rain.

I’m not feeling any pain.

I’m myself again.

It’s been a long time.

Not loving me was a crime.

That ended in time.

Now I manifest.

Happily conquer each test.

Now I am my best.

Watch out world I’m here.

Without anything to fear.

My future is clear.

Past pains taught me well.

I no longer dwell in hell.

In my own love spell.

Living truly free.

The way life’s supposed to be.

I age like a tree.

Slow but determined.

My blessings will never end.

Now that I’m my friend.

I branch out and grow.

Letting my future just flow.

It’s great just to know.

Love comes to me now.

Achieving self love that’s how.

Time to take a bow.

After we begin.

A great future is my win.

As the present’s been.

Now a door is closed.

Feel happiness non-opposed.

Doubtless is supposed.

A new door is ope.

Take brave steps and have high hope.

No more need to cope.

Gently close your eyes.

Rain’s purity is a prize.

The wind is at its rise.

These words are over.

No need for you to hover.

This is my closure.

-aaa

Ocean Warmth

Originally posted and blasted 03/28/2024

soft beckoning fingers translucent blue greet me in the bright sunlight

cooling hot feet and instantly refreshing an overtaxed weary soul

gulls squeal overhead looking for something yummy or unguarded

opaque shapes don’t hide the sun as the warm breezes gently kiss

suddenly I inhale an entire grove of coconuts and she’s there

laying on a blanket bikini laden dark soft skin drinking up the sunlight

refreshment of her design in hand complete with umbrella and ice

sporting Jackie-O sunglasses and enjoying all life has to offer

legs trim and long and strong and beautiful bringing my mind to a place where pain doesn’t exist

she smiles a wry smile at me and as usual challenges me, I feel the shock as the cold water laps up my ankles

stepping ever forward I am washed in the spray of soft white foam the smoothly caresses my arms and legs as I enter

I duck and dodge a behemoth of a wave just as an airplane flies overhead affixed to the back, car insurance ads

it’s up to my neck now, be careful, many drown here that are younger and fresher

a helicopter juts by and I wave that I am ok as a wave slaps my face with its cold fingers

that slapped burned as the salt water swirls in my mouth and I spit it out

kelp, seaweed, aliens I am unsure what this stuff is but it entangles me just as the woman on the shore did

I grab a handful and chuck it away and await its magic re-emergence

I turn to shore and head in the direction of the woman as her coconut essence calls out to me

a warm smile greets me and warm lips as well just as a gentle ocean wind catches us both enveloping us

contentedness without limit, warmth without cold and desire without rejection…

The beach calls us all into her soft sensual arms.

-aaa

Adversity (Thoughts Before the Final Divorce 5/18/22)

What do you do when the well runs dry? When emotions are only anger and love dies

You reach out and communicate as much as possible but nothing changes her she just doesn’t want you anymore

You better youself and try to get stronger and more attractive but it has no effect and she is not impressed at all

what can I do or say to change how she feels and lives as nothing seems to impact her demeanor or how she feels

I’d seel my soul to get her to love me like I loved her that doesn’t work either she’s moved on

We do things but they feel like bones she has to throw rather than something she wants to do

I’d rather not be an obligation to anyone

I’d rather be a choice than an option

How will I go on, with all this hurt and pain

I always will, force of nature or habit, pick one

I love the kids and grandkids

How will I live without them, that’s very possible starts anew for the third time, is beyond sad

I can never get things right in my life always taking the course of highest resistance moving straight up hill forever seemingly

I just want to be a happy fellow and feel fully actualized in my life

To do so I have to build up myself created an infrastructure that has never existed

I have to create foundations pore concrete and lay down the plans for a new life and a new me that is able to be happy even if alone forever

I don’t know how I will do it all alone but I likely will have to and flourish despite the lonliness

I guess I am destined to be alone maybe it is as it should be…..

I will love myself somehow because it’s necessary.

If I don’t, then no one will…..

-aaa 9/20/21

A New Phase

Between sleeps today I had a vision.

Opened eyes to silent but familiar dark room, alone but not alone.

Holding a candle which is the only light.

I blow it out with parsed lips.

Silent darkness, the waxy smokiness wafting in the air for a moment then gone.

This journey’s phase is at an end and the next, underway…

-aaa🔥

Jack 🐶 And Jill 🐱

Jack and Jill not up a hill but lying in a bed

One curled up all in a ball the other rests her head

Lick attacks and lick attacks and end endless fur and hair

Makes the owner of the bed quite Jack and Jill aware

Playing games and chasing tails are their fitting fancy

For if they’re left with own devices then they’d get quite antsy

Jack and Jill not up the hill but sitting on a lap

Closing eyes weary from play and a quiet nap

-aaa ❤️

Frustration!

Movement encircles me but gets me nowhere.

Stagnant I’m stuck and can’t progress.

Greatness awaits greatness awaits I keep hearing it but I’m not achieving it.

Such promise he’ll reach someday but someday is not defined.

It’s between 1 hr and infinity seeming closer to the latter.

Everyone seems to be moving effortlessly while I’m gimping slowly painfully along…

I pay and I pay and I pay but my scores won’t go up.

To many options to live and I have no idea what to do…

-aaa

Dreamer of a Reality

I can taste your color

And it appeals to me

You are like no other

That I have ever seen

My heart flutters

When you are near

I’m melting butter

Each time you appear

Come closer to me

So I can see your face

An endless sea

Of beauty in place

Beautiful hair that’s heaven sent

And stunning eyes that stop my heart

Knowing now what the ‘others’ meant

Truly sets your uniqueness apart

I pinch myself am I awake

Or maybe you are just a dream

Feeling you makes my insides ache

Perhaps it’s somewhere in between…

-aaa ❤️‍🔥

Queuing Up at Avalon

I’m always in someone’s way

no matter what I do or say

Can almost hear an audible wine

Each time I queue up in the line

I step to the left or to the right

Trying to keep myself out of sight

And someone always asked if I’m in line

I say I already ordered and paid for mine

Always trying to find a place to stand

And not up in no man’s land

I hold my drink and stand and wait

For my name called with food and plate

Sometimes burgers, bagels, or fries

Or apple turnovers or another surprise

The wait is always long for my food

Because many other people know it’s good

Every Sunday morning, this is my treat

As I stop into Avalon for something to eat

So many times it’s kind of insane

I drop frequently and they know my name…

-aaa

Hard Truths

Recollecting the pasts loves of my life

I mediate and I close my eyes

I can see myself through their eyes

All the love that wasn’t reciprocated

All the deceit and manipulation

And then it hits me like a ton of bricks

They never saw me at all

They never truly knew me we or wanted to

They only knew what they needed and saw me as a means to get there

Knowing is empowerment

I’ll choose better, smarter next time…

-aaa ❤️

Daily Question # 42

When do you feel most productive?

This is a great question. I sort of see it as when do you get inspired or when you feel motivated to write and I have a lot of answers because it happens to me all the time.

Honestly all the time. When inspiration strikes I always start jotting down everything on my iPhones notepad app.

I get a rhyme I get a line I get some stanza. I get some kind of idea and I either I write it down immediately and build on it later or at the time.

That moves and drives me to write something down when I’m productive and that can happen anytime.

For instance, this morning, I was grabbing a hamburger and fries from a little local joint nearby called Avalon and I got this idea because I kept being in the wrong place and everybody’s way while I was waiting for my order to be completed and so I got these two lines “I’m always in somebody’s way no matter what I do or say” that’s often how poetry starts for me.

A notion an idea something I just can’t get out of my head. Earlier today, I fellow author wrote about how thankful she was about her grandmother being in her life. This really hit me hard since I haven’t had a grandmother and almost 20 years and how much that love and support meant to me I was motivated to write something about my grandmother although I loved them all and I shared it earlier today.

Be productive as long as you feel like it as long as it flows out of you. When you get stuck or get writers block sometimes you have to take a break and not do anything.

Meditate on it come back to it. I do often as well. just my $.10. 😊

-aaa

Sugar, My Cure My Curse

Sugar sugar please don’t be high

But if it’s low, ill never cry

A sip of Apple or orange juice

Always lets my numbers loose

Candy cookies yummy things

Fresh French fries and onion rings

Kettle chips and puffs of cheese

Never ever fail to please

Sickly sweet and honey taste

I’ll never let it go to waste

Soda Pop drinks and punch

Always raise my sugar much

Prick a finger stick and touch

Hoping the digits won’t be much

When it’s low I feel complete

Because I get to eat and cheat

If too low an alarm will sound

Or I’ll face plant it on the ground

Too high of sugar is a goal that’s missed

And Never fails to make me pissed

Just give some space and I’ll be fine

And raise my sugar from 69

Diabetes it’s really the worst

Sugar, it’s my cure and curse

-aaa

Nana Mia I Miss You

Nana, where have you gone, why did you have to leave?

You were a huge part of my life since I began to breathe.

You left 8 years before your life ended, as the Alzheimer’s and dementia took your beautiful mind/personality/memory and obliterated it all.

You read all of my poetry and writings when I was a child and then as a young adult and you always encouraged me to keep at it. My first fan ❤️😊

Watching you rapidly disappear from yourself was beyond painful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

I know if you had a choice you’d remain forever and I wish you could.

A hideous disease took away your memory of me well before that.

I miss your love and guidance.

I miss your laugh, if I try hard I can still hear it echoing in my mind.

I miss your cooking and ever so slightly broken- English.

I miss your stories of the old country.

I miss your calming energy presence in my life as these past 20 years have been challenging.

I am thankful for all you shared and showed and the mere echo of all of this is nice but nothing compared to your being here.

Thank you for building me up through those awkward horrible teenage years. It took a long time for women to get and frankly most still don’t, but I can hear you still sharply objecting to my self criticism and saying how handsome I was. Thank you for that I always felt like the greatest version of myself when I was around you.

Each time I see someone blog about their grandmother your loss hits me hard again.

So I say to everyone, love the important people in your life because they will not be a part of (in person) forever.

I wish I could hug you one more time and receive what we use to call a “nana kiss” which would leave dents on the jawbone from the shear force. 😂

I never could say goodbye and I never will.

Your love and touches on my life have made the man I am today.

So I thank you and hug you from afar but I cannot lie, it’s nothing compared to hugging you in person.

So “Rosarita Pizza Face” (family nickname) enjoy your eternity (you’ve earned it through love and sacrifice) and your rewards ❤️❤️

-aaa ❤️🌹

Fulcrum

Strength rises from within

Providing ease in adversity

Malleable to change and experience

Strong enough to withstand the fires of life

Redefining importance and priority

Easing the pain of the past letting old wounds heal

Becoming a center stone in your life age in the lives of others

Sharing your failures to help others find the path

Swelling with pride inside overcoming obstacles

Realizing you can have what you want

Manifesting a life you always wanted in every way

Continuing the work to become a better you

Rediscovering who you are and were meant to be

Be your own success story

Transform your life until there’s no recognition

Unburden yourself except your limits and mistakes

No one or nothing will stop you except you…

-aaa 🔥🔥

Reality Quest

Whatever will you do

When fairy tales don’t come true

Wherever will you look

Chucking every book

Abandoning each new plot

As something that we haven’t got

Searching for a relevant story

Not the drama insanity or glory

Rearrange the plot to make it work

Morph into a hero instead of a jerk

Be the man you were meant to be

In every way so the women can see

Just how great you really are

Then my friend you’ll be, a star

Top of their lists and gaining their call

Because you’re the one that is it all

Showing a light that beams from your soul

Will gain the trust that can bury the holes

Don’t give up as you are the best

As this is just another test…

-aaa

Longing

Longing to see your face again longing to see your smile.

Longing to be with you and go out again in style.

Longing to spend some time with you in a sweet kind endeavor.

Longing to spend some time with you time that could last forever.

Longing to hold your hand as we walk along the street.

Longing to stay in step with and land gently with your feet.

Longing to sing a song or two and share a lovely tune.

Longing to gaze into your eyes reflecting the gaze of the moon.

Longing to feel your warmth and kisses all over my head.

Longing to have you come and share a soft cozy bed.

Longing to find the words that can do justice for you.

Longing to see a laugh, smile, and giggle too…

-aaa❤️

Rejection

What does it feel like?

Tingling dull pains and medium pressure running down to your lower abdomen.

Feeling small amounts of urine trying to escape your bladder.

The pain traces your heart and soul.

Warm heat radiating outwards to infinity.

You can feel these oscillations repeat.

Very warm cheeks as you’re flush feeling like the fool again.

You’ve had this enough times to recognize the patterns.

Someone has to so that others will understand…

-aaa

Flavors of Danger

Rapsae and Aquitic live on a lopsided hill.

Always in search of their latest thrill.

Rapsae like heights and Aquitic dark caves.

Taking on adventure in infinite waves.

Rapsae is petite and loves flying in planes.

Aquitic tall and lanky but lacking in brains.

Many the times for Aquitic are tense.

Due to minimal common sense.

Exploring caves with no idea where they end.

Lands him hot water with his petite girlfriend.

But Rapsae is also dangerous to the core

Climbing sheer ledges and looking for more.

The ebb and flow from high to low.

Between this two is a nail biting show.

Flooded caves and slippery ledges.

One careless move and fall off the edges.

What is the cause are they just crazy?

Too much stimuli so don’t get lazy?

Where’s the catch what is the cause?

As they often compliment each others flaws.

Anyone observing might make a wager.

Over Rapsae and Aquitic’s love of danger.

Who will fall first place bets that fit?

A long fall to earth or a bottomless pit?

Living on a hill there’s fun to be had.

Then inertia and gravity won’t be so bad.

Carts and bikes, scooters and skates.

Combinations endless with safer fates.

Knee pads, helmets, pads and gear.

Testing their hill without any fear.

Rapsae and Aquitic share a deep love.

Fitting their dangers together like a glove.

The risk of death now lower for each.

Their hill’s steepness just within reach.

Sure they’ll be some broken some along the line for each.

But less likely an untimely death off a ledge or precarious breach…

-aaa

Daily Question #41

What are your favorite emojis?

This is a different question, but I’ll do my very best to answer it the best I can.

There are many emoticons. I use often in my post, my texts and emails and social media entries. I’d have to say the following are my favorite emoticons to use: ❤️😊😀🥰😝🤩🤣😘😋😢.

The emoticons are used to convey emotions using pictures that are charged for various reactions. Pictures worth 1000 words and emoticons may be worth 50 or 25 worth ways to say “I love you. “ or “you’re beautiful.“ or terms of endearment if you’re sad that something happened to someone you might use a sad face.

I come from the old school where we used certain phrases in chat or in thread of discussions or emails, we use: “LOL” laugh out loud, or “LMAO” for laughing my ass off, or my favorite “ROFLMAO” rolling on floor laughing my ass off.

Also we had low tech versions of emoticons in the days of MySpace and other early social media platforms. Here are some that I used to use an emails, early text messages and the like

:-)(-; for romantic gestures. for a heart. Various smiles/smileys 🙂 :0) 😉 Or for sympathy or empathy 😦 :0( ;-(

Emoticons have replaced a lot of these phrases that were used many years ago when a lot of these chats and various social media systems were invented. Currently I sort of do a hybrid of both. I use a emoticons and I use a lot of the reserved language for lack of a better word that was invented 20-22 years ago.

-aaa

Obsidian Delight

Obsidian beauty of dark delight let me love you and caress your tenderness.

Let me meet your warmth in turn with mine in a union of desire.

Hold me never let go and I’ll the share never-ending passion until the sun goes out.

Soft inviting lips beckoning soft touches with soft scarlet insides.

Tingles, tickle innards as a flock of butterflies fill a stomach.

Breathless, basked in their warmth, figures entangle with one another.

Knowing not where one begins and the other ends.

A rushing gush of pleasure washes over us as well gently collapse.

Into soft inviting surroundings never letting go of one each other.

Sunlight , basks her inviting features as the lucky lover takes her in.

Eyes never blinking for a moment making a mental etch of her stunning features.

Beauty such is this is typically reserved for the Gods, not mortals like I.

Luck is an understatement as the brilliant raven crosses the room cutting the distance between us all.

She’s mine for the moment and a small eternity can last forever.

With each kiss and touch, a piece of crimson narcissus falls away taking all pain and sadness that was in the wake…

-aaa :-)(-;

Migraine

Jagged flashing lights on peripheral side

A warning is here you must abide

The shocking hurt will be here soon

Unconsciousness your only boon

Pressure crushing like the bottom of an ocean

Dizziness and nausea with each motion

Never want to leave the bed

Pulsing throbs inside your head

Close your eyes and pray to sleep

Never felt pain could be so deep

Front and back right side and left

Wishing this was all bereft

Suck down aspirins 3 at a time

Praying the pain will end this time

Wake up in the morrow and it didn’t end

First to greet you is that throbbing friend

Off with the lights embrace the dark

Relief to your eyes from daylight’s spark

Reading impossible it’s hurts too much

Nothing to bridge the gap or crutch

A silent prayer just to yourself

That this ends, a relief and wealth

-aaa

Air

Become the wind

Moving and changing everything with a burst of energy

Flowing effortlessly with the breeze

Trees welcomely wave their tendrils

Floating lighter than air

Taking flight high above the earth

Warm updrafts lifting off

A gentle gust among a gale

Nothing is ever truly lost…

-aaa

Sweet Sleep Surrender

Feel me, I am near you

Whisper and I’ll hear you

Share those secrets with me

Then let go and be free

Time will slow down, you needn’t worry

The universe doesn’t make us to hurry

Let’s enjoy our silver lining

Meeting in divine timing

The wait we endured has been too long

Any longer and our story would be a song

Through thick and thin clichés galore

Do stay longer and I’ll think of more

Just hold me tight and never let go

Even if the advanced hour tells you so

As the night deepens, you finally rest

Laying your soft head on my chest

I feel my heart start to soar

As you gently snore

Breathing soft and safe at last

From the horrors of your past

I finally close my eyes and drift away

Before the evening turns to day

I won’t move an inch as you gently sleep

For I know its relief is peaceful and deep

Blackness now surrounds this bed

As I drift away and lay back my head

-aaa

The Right One

The right one is just like home a safe harbor to anchor your life.

The right one will see, greatness that you. will eventually come to know for yourself.

The right one will help you unlock the doors that you thought could never be opened.

The right one will help you ignite that spark that somewhere long ago you thought you’d lost forever.

The right one will what to say when you need to hear it no matter how difficult.

The right one will share grow and touch your deepest thoughts meeting them with their own.

The right one will understand without question and with heartfelt compassion.

The right one will see your weaknesses and help you overcome them.

The right one will help you transcend your most difficult traumas.

The right one sees your potential and shortcomings and sticks with you even if you repeatedly fall or fail.

The right one will take your tears for strength and purify them for you.

The right one will forever transform your perceptions and life itself.

The right one will bring you back to the self you were meant to be…

-aaa ❤️

Patience With Intention

Standby and steadfast.

Do not get caught up in the past.

Be vigilant be brave.

It’s a soul you gave.

Step slowly but consistent.

Change is hard, challenging resistant.

With each movement raise the bar.

Lesser versions of you afar.

Lessen your focus at progress slow.

Or easily frustrated at the pace of the flow.

Be present be here be now.

Enjoy your journey anyhow.

No one can ever take it away.

From today to your dying day.

Stand tall look how far you’ve come.

It’s all of the journey not the sum.

For one day, you’ll arrive at journey’s end.

And be actualized, whole, complete, my friend….

-aaa

❤️Quantumess❤️

If I saw you right now what would I say.

If there were song for it what would I play?

If time were under control how would we clock.

If music were our favorite how would we rock?

If light is a relative thing how do we shine.

If hearts are to hold why not mine?

If challenge of change makes me burn 🔥.

Is the price of wisdom worth the spurn?

If the heartbreak was required.

Why wasn’t she mired?

If love is for the all.

Why wouldn’t she fall?

If growth is great and fear is small.

Did you just master walking tall?

I think it’s worth the price of purest gold.

To perfectly align with half of a soul… ❤️

-aaa

Just Be

Times are there fun to be had.

Mostly happy and never sad.

Dwelling on positive is not a crime.

Leads to upbeat pleasurable time.

Build a life that you can adore.

Who cares if others know the score.

Take the lessons from your past.

Let’s assure they’ll be the last.

Grasps at the new things you can see.

Each challenge a new opportunity.

Be more yourself than you’ve ever been.

Alight the mighty flame burning within.

Just be brave and embrace the best.

As this is just another little test.

Accept yourself and rid the sorrow.

Will lead to happier tomorrow.

Live it up while you can.

Never be an also-ran.

Give up not, grab each morsel not crumb.

The best of your life is yet to come.

-aaa❤️🔥

What it Means to be a Nerd

Art by Melissa Daugherty
http://madmissywork.blog

Now many people use apply the word nerd to others for many reasons. A person wearing glasses, someone who is eccentric and different from others, someone who is intelligent, someone who is ‘out of step’ with the rest of the world or someone others have trouble relating to.

In my younger years it was also used as a derogatory term for a social outcast/misfit or someone low on the social totem pole that others tend to poke fun of to be mean or just belong. Many or most of these applications have been applied to me at one time or another by nearly everyone I know or have known. I even applied it to myself as a negative connotation.

            Lately many seem to apply it to others as a ‘term of endearment for their own oddness, “Most of my friends are nerds, I love those people”. The words that I immediately focus on is ‘Those people’ many or most of us cannot get away from singling out others even in our adult lives. I think we all try to categorize people whether we mean to or not. Maybe it helps us organize all the people in the world by classifying I don’t quite know, just that we all do it.

            Now what does the word ‘Nerd’ mean to me? I’d like to say that I’m proud to be a nerd but I cannot even finish saying the word before I start to cringe inside. I was either 5 or 6 when the word was first directed at me. I didn’t even know what it meant at the time which is silly since I was reading around 6 years ahead of my age. Part of me thought it was a compliment but of course when laughter was used with the word “What a nerd, hahaha” then the definition became clear at the time. I may not have understood the origins and meaning of the word but, its application was crystal clear. I have since derived meanings and shared them earlier.

            Now as a kid there were still kids even in my neighborhood that would play with me and I was very active on the playground at school. However, I was still at the bottom, last person picked on teams (not sure why I was always at least ok at sports), or was forced onto a team. I guess when word gets around that you are different and a little uncoordinated for your age, word gets around and you’re sort of poisoned to others unless they get to know you. And there were some that did and they at least most of the time left me alone and treated me like everyone else. My best friend growing up was unfortunately at the top of the social ladder and eventually we drifted apart as the social caste system takes over in 6th or 7th grade.

            Glasses, I mentioned them earlier and I wear ones that could (in the wrong hands) start a fire or murder some ants in the very least. I was without said device until age 8 in third grade I failed an eye exam at school and had to visit an optometrist or ‘optimist’ as I jokingly call them. I remember praying to God very very hard to pass my eye exam. I was pretty smart (too smart for my own good) and knew what would happen if I got glasses. So, I took my test and failed with what would become the best vision of my entire life 20/40. I say that because know my vision is something like 20/600. I remember being inconsolable in the optometrist office. I knew what was coming, worse than I had already been treated and I wish I was wrong but I wasn’t.

            I think the term nerd and 4-eyes were applied to me after I added some pretty nerdy looking specs to my ensemble. I guess I didn’t know how to pick glasses as I never wore them before. My parents believed we should all make our mistakes and learn from them and boy did I. Take a harshly honest person (ergo, my wife) with you and have them tell it to you straight, at least you will not look poorly in the glasses they say look ok.

            I for some reason in elementary school had a very advanced vocabulary and no one could understand me at times and that did not help. It was like speaking a foreign language that no one could understand and it put more distance between me and others. It was difficult finding pride in doing well in my studies as others were even mocking me for that. All I wanted was to be a ‘normal’ well-adjusted kid like everyone else. But the master builder had other plans for me. I was to be ‘me’ from the very beginning and I was fighting it even back then but I could not suppress who I was. This is a fool’s errand. We are who we are, nothing can change that. We may evolve and improve, but we are who we are. I tried running away from academic success but that only put more friction between my parents and I and as for my peers, well the teasing just went on. I remember there were a few bottom dwellers even lower on the totem pole than me, and I regret teasing them. It was like I was taking out my social rejections on them. It was a crude form of displacement and was cruel and I regret it and am sorry every day for my behavior.

            I remember in junior high at Rincoln Elementary (Go Roadrunners!!) I was posed a question seemingly about 700 times a day by seemingly everybody, unfortunately. That great movie (it is pretty funny even today) Revenge of the Nerds came out in 1985 and of course everyone said, “Hey were you in that movie, Revenge of The Nerds? You’d be perfect”. I’d just drop my head and walk away hearing the echoing laughter as I did so.

            Leonard Di Vinci was a brilliant scientist, designer, painter and sculptor. Well by the definitions I stated he would be a ‘nerd’ and yet he is an epitome of a Renaissance Man. If he is/was a nerd then that is company I’d like to be in.

            I was also born with musical creativity so this made me a band and choir ‘geek’ or nerd while in school as well. But I love music and always will. I was made for music like a swimmer was made for water, yet a swimmer garnered more respect in those days. Of course, anyone in a rock and roll band was cool but that was pretty much it. I just tried to do what made me happy and that was performing music well or singing well. I felt like I was doing something I was meant to do, until the catcalling would start. I remember being pelted with tortillas at every football game my freshman year of high school. For some reason, we got more acceptance as the years went by and my everyone matured.

            I remember one personal calling me ‘gauche’ in ninth grade. This of course means “socially awkward’ and though it stung it was highly accurate. I had been shunned for so long by so many that I really didn’t know how to fit in, even with other members of my tribe. It seemed I was even low-lying fruit in band. I would have to glom social skills of the few popular people that would (and still do) talk to me. If they only knew how much I wanted to be just like everybody else. Not unique, safely confirming like others and being treated like others. But that just didn’t happen. People became more accepting of me as I got older and mostly seem to remember me in a positive light from those older days. I sometimes wish I could be who they remember instead of who I am. I guess that is something we all battle in our lives, especially as we approach older age which is right around the corner.

            I guilty, I love to read and love science. Many others I know and have known do not. I like science because it explains a lot of the origins of everything. For some reason, I was born with an insatiable curiosity about stuff and science helps spell out a lot of it so I love that. It makes me a nerd, by other people’s definition. There is nothing I can do about this one either as I will always want to know why about a great many things and I read up on them a lot.

            One final area to touch on is my tastes in books and movies. I love, literature in all its forms and adore science fiction. This again forces the aforementioned label upon me. I started reading sci-fi, horror, fantasy and classic literature at a pretty young age (10). I still enjoyed the Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume and Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books at that age too but I became a bookworm and got picked on and at for it.

-aaa

Daily Question # 40

What topics do you like to discuss?

There are many but I’ll brainstorm in a rate brief answer to this question.

Items I’d like to explore in Daily Questions include:

Love

Relationships

Music (songs, albums, lyrics, genres, concerts)

Musician Experiences

Art

Life

Nature

Beauty

Heartbreak

Emotions

Lessons Learned

Divorce

Marriage

Education

Dreams

To name a few. 😝

-aaa