Before the Highway

Before the highway

all had been evergreen.

Every road had been the least traveled.

That is how I learned about soul.

The importance of all things old.

How to swerve from the sway of cracks and potholes.

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Kicking cans…

spinning flashlights…

games for misfits.

Before the highway

all had been evergreen.

How to Admire a Partly Cloudy Day

Someday, I do not know when.

Illusions spawned from delusions.

Will spill from a cup-shaped cloud in the sky

Ominous voices.

Will no longer,

be antagonizing and lacking choices.

Abuse…

Only cloudy with a chance of rain.

Misfits will feel free to tell each other…their secrets.

And, the wilderness of society will no longer address nonconformity…with disrespect.

 

A Derelict’s Addiction

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It’s like we were all one big car load of mistakes.

Driving on the fumes of forgotten familiar musk.

A smudge, per say, half lit with good intentions.

Blind, drunk and happy,

misleading others to the river of uninterrupted daydreams.

Wonderful misfits of bad habits,

living in a world of…

nothing is what it seems.

 

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In times of self-pity,

I pull the roads of happy, dusty, destiny…

up next to me.

In my own antiquated way,

I am a beat up Volvo on display.

Not looking for trouble…

but knowing it will come my way.

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Who Rescued Who?

No Bigotry Amongst the Domesticated
No Bigotry Amongst the Domesticated
The story behind this picture is this:
Every day – at the same time – she waits for him.
Sometimes she barks to call him.
He comes; they rub and greet each other
and they go for a walk.
They have done this for 5 years
and no, they don’t belong to the same owners.
The owners didn’t know until neighbors, seeing them together so frequently,
commented to the cat’s owner, who then followed the dog home
and discovered it was a distance away, not in a house close by or next door.
How it started no one knows.
Hate to say it, you cannot deny facts.
Animals tend to have a more peaceful, spiritual and non-threatening life than us.  That is until humans join in.
Cats and dogs alike for years have discovered what we ‘Earth Beings’ keep searching for: the truth and/or the meaning of our existence.  Seems that ignorance is not quite bliss but indifference to differences can be very illuminating and poetically just.
A shelter dog had been received once by a young not hip family.  Story tells it…’bout five or so years ago, she, this MUTT, encompassed lives in need of mending.
What did this brown dog do? She stepped in quiet, aloof and distantly careful to the touch.  She had been abused by none other than a dog’s supposed best friend, MAN!
‘Do not touch the dog, do not look the dog in the eye, do not encourage her to have contact with other animals and for God’s sake, do not ever, ever, ever, assume this animal can forgive far quicker than any human on this not so green planet.’
The couple, known as, Shelter Whores, had volunteered, worked and played in the environment known to most as: animal rescue.

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Aware of the faults this ‘dog’ had.  They too had come with their own baggage.  Could it not be that ‘people’ can change?
So, with little regard for ‘things’ in the past the family began anew.  No one had history, at least not a history baring them from growing.
Five years have come and gone.  Family still intact.  The house is filled with misfits and castaways from society and shelters and powers that be.  Acceptance remains the only true piece to the simple puzzle.
What had this beaten down and confused ‘dog’ brought to the table?
Life is a simple idea for complicated people!
Wouldn’t it be great to have friends like this
always there, no words needed, they just intuitively recognize
the value of each other in their lives and act accordingly.
Live, Laugh, Love
Life is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s the way it is.
The way we cope with it is what makes the difference.
A wise person once said …There comes a time in life, when you
walk away from all the drama and people who create it.
You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget
the bad, and focus on the good.
So love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don’t.
Life is too short to be anything but happy.
Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.
AND, CAN I HEAR A ” WHO RESCUED WHO”?!

she just makes me want to be a better person
she just makes me want to be a better person

 

Get Out the Map

So after many, many years of marriage.  After the consoling.  The begging and the pleading.  The Misfits on the Isle of Misfit Animals and Lesbian women…will leave most of their brood home and head down to where the GAIETY began…Ptown!  The last stop on the Cape unless you plan on swimming to Cuba.  Been there many times before…this time however, the big boss has given the thumbs up to a bit of rustic romance in a tent!  My lucky day!

The other night I looked at my spouse as I am sure she has with me; thinking of how far we have come and envisioning the times I sing off key and understanding nothing would have been surmountable without my backup singer.    These now and again glances of quizzical comfort born from years of finishing each other’s sentences make up life.

With every lesson learned a line upon your beautiful face We'll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we'll trace
With every lesson learned a line upon your beautiful face
We’ll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we’ll trace
the Ambiguity of Love
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What is love after a decade plus of snoring, rubbing shoulders with Ben Gay, comforting one an another when a relative has passed?

Tough to say.    Yet, I think I’m beginning to getting the picture.

Could it be that accepting your partner’s not vain attempts at cooking while you’ve just come home from a shit day and a shit job…could it be that those slabs of crispy well done ribs, the pig sticks left in the oven too long, are parts of love’s equation?

Perhaps, at night when sleeping spouse beauty is near her twilight zone and you decide it’s time to draw circles around her breasts, an act she abhors, is that the twinkle in the eye of romance.  The twinkle that allows her to let your sophomoric ways continue a minute past her aggravation point.

Honestly, to me, I feel our love has grown with the frost heaves in the road.  The strange outfits, Hawaiian shorts and flannel shirts.  The days when there is little to say and that feels wonderful.  The nights when I can’t fall asleep and spoon my way into her heaven.  We aren’t big on fighting.  I preach.  My partner becomes moot.  Generally, we avoid a family discussion with all eight animals and the two human fools.  It seems far more peaceable to understand that the quirks and quips and eccentricities we all bring to the table are the perfect equation to a perfectly happy quietly dysfunctional home-built on love and duct tape.

Favorite All Time hit the Road Trip Song:

Get Out the Map

he saddest sight my eyes can see is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees
Sitting in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee this perfect moment will soon be leaving me
Suzanne calls from Boston the coffee’s hot the corn is high
And that same sun that warms your heart will suck the good earth dry
With everything it’s opposite enough to keep you crying or keep this old world spinning with a twinkle in its eye
Get out the map get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down
We’ll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town
Don’t drink the water there seems to be something ailing everyone I’m gonna clear my head
I’m gonna drink that sun I‘m gonna love you good and strong
while our love is good and young Joni left for South Africa a few years ago and then
Beth took a job all the way over on the West Coast
And me I’m still trying to live half a life on the road
I’m heavier by the year and heavier by the load.
Why do we hurdle ourselves through every inch of time and space I must say around some corner
I can sense a resting place
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Poseidon and the Bitter Bug (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

With every lesson learned a line upon your beautiful face
We’ll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we’ll trace
Get out the map get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down
We’ll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town
Don’t drink the water there seems to be something ailing everyone
I’m gonna clear my head I’m gonna drink the sun
I’m gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young