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adrift
the tide pulling
the swell over the moonlit water
calms as i approach the shore
and there an image
a silhouette against the silver moon
but still i know
the eyes that will look into mine
before my foot sinks into the liquid sand
your arms surround me
with promises
of something more than wonderful
promises of being all
two existences blend easily into one

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

Oh holidays. I was looking forward to sleeping in a little bit this morning, especially after having to work Saturday and Sunday this weekend, but that changed when I received a call from my little guy at 6:15 in the morning. He was crying.

One of the things I love about keeping a blog are the comments people sometimes leave. Especially the ones who tell me I don't know them, but they know me and that I'm an ugly person inside and out. If I don't know them, how is it even possible that they would even know me? Hmmm...let's ponder on that bit of logic shall we?

So anyways, as it was bound to happen, but I was pretty much in denial that it would...

I finally met her.

Who you may wonder? Because you're all nosey like.

The fiancee. Not just any fiancee. But the ex-husband's fiancee.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Really. It shouldn't matter right? After all...you may say...you filed the divorce...You. You. You.

***
she had no idea
the tide
the swell
the depth
but upon tasting
she rushes in
no hesitation
she trusts
her heart completely open
earth, sky, sun, moon
stars, galaxies, universes collide
obliterated into their tiniest existence
reverberating in every core
of the things that makes her who she is
you're so beautiful
the song plays
she blushes
she closes her eyes

Each morning it's the same
I stand across the counter
the promise of wakefulness fill my senses
deliver me from my fogginess of mind
oh great cup of Joe.
As Henri takes my $2
and across the counter she pushes back a nickel
it's then it hits me
I leave the nickel on the counter,
my discarded emotion affection.
"I don't need you", I say

Yes.

It's spring.

It's not enough that I hardly have any time to do the things in life I'm already committed to...mother, lover, worker, painter, comic book reader. Now, I've another addiction to add to my list of commitments, that being Second Life.

8 years with him and lately I look at the fruit of my labour and wonder…who is this kid????

One of the things I find sad not having blogged for so long, is that a few of my favorite writers have closed down their blogs and moved on. Or if they haven't already, will be in the near future.

Thank you for your courage, your words and your dream.

Yes! I got so much done today!

-I did laundry

-I gussied up and went out and ate Chinese food (yum!)

-I beat Peart in 3 games of progressive pins and 1 game of baseball on the Wii(iiii!!!)

-I painted not one, but 2 paintings(!!!)

And lastly but not leastly, Peart and I have been working on updating this puppy. Sure it looks like the same ole Pepto Bismal explosion that it's been for the past two years. But very soon my lovelies...very soon...

Sorry for the lack of posting. Major changes afoot and I'm coming to my senses.

Plus, I can barely stand to look at this page right now.

It's sooooo insanely pink!!!

What in the world was I thinking???

Mon dieu! I feel in flux. Not in acid re-flux...but as in unrest. Lately, I just wish I knew all the right things to do and the right things to say.

And if I've called you lately and hung up before you can answer or before leaving a message...it's the flux.

I finally am calling these finished. I've been working on them since the beginning of April and have been contemplating them each night after dinner.