Breathe

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Breathe…breathe in the air.

Don’t be afraid to care.

Leave…but do not leave me.

Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you will fly.

And, smiles you will give…

And, tears you will cry…

And, all you will touch…

And, all you will see…

Is all your life will ever be.

Run, Rabbit, run…

Dig that hole.

Forget the sun.

And, when at last the work is done.

Do not sit down.

It is time to dig another one!

For long you live…

And, high you will fly.

But only if you will ride the tide.

And, balanced on the biggest wave…

You race towards an early grave.

##Pink Floyd

 

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James Dean, Chaplin and Marilyn

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I sat in the un-named room.imageedit_102_7837973531

Surrounded by James Dean, Marilyn, Charlie Chaplin

and…

Einstein.

As if patience were a muster… To a riffle I carry.

I loaded and took careful aim.

Then, I sat with my friends and awaited pain.

Pain did not disappoint…It arrived on time.

Gathered by my bare-feet…

Suffering,

shape shifted and became a peace sign.

A community of many half-caste beings… beckon my walls.

Rifle or not.

Peace, crossbreeds and pain rise together.

And, together they fall.

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To set things ‘straight’…

The un-named room and I will always agree.

If I lie in the bed long enough…

Outside the window…

There will come to be a newly formed…life of leafs.

Foliage just slight enough to not arouse the need for injury.

Fauna just vast enough to remove all the moment’s worry.

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All alone, or in two’s,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.

Outside the Wall – Pink Floyd

 

 

 

Eclipse

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet (everyone you meet)
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

Pink Floyd – Eclipse Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Mum’s Mum’s Mom

I walk the line...
I walk the line…

I like gay people but I don’t understand why they want to get married. They should be happy with what they’ve got.

That is a direct quote from Mum!

I would agree to some extent.  For instance, I never understood gay men.

You shit out of there don’t stick your damn tongue or finger there

Direct quote from Ambien Grace.

My father late last year had problems with his testicles.  Thought they were going to have to remove them.

Now that I think of it, he does look a lot like Chas Bono.  Much to my chagrin and hard as I tried: I knew the following statement was true-

Father Floyd had lost his balls way before December.  He gave them to Mother Theresa the day they were married.

Sometimes depth can only be found with a shovel
Sometimes depth can only be found with a shovel

I found myself a few months back idly walking down Main Street with my Mum’s grandmother’s ring in my sweaty hand.  It was to be a gift.  Resized and wearable, I then would find myself in Mother Theresa’s good graces and stay there no matter the homosexual ideation.

Birthdays were hard, still are.  I am not blood.  My blood runs deep with trailer trash.  I am Adopt-A-Ambien, baby!

Long story short, I get the ring to Speer’s, I get it sized, I box it up, I bring it home and Daddy and I wait for the results.  We wait and hope that Mum gives her approval to us on her birthday.

Oreo cake and smiles cover the TV room.  She opens the box.  Aghast, she frowns, sets it down and complains about the money spent on a ring she would not wear.

Therefore, I am a homosexual homophobic for the following reasons:

I can’t do what I want without my mother being a huge bitch and judging me because I have to sneak around with everyone I’m with and I don’t normally have a social life which is why I lie about being in relationships And, if I want to go out, Mum comes back with I don’t know who you’re going to see and the few people I know in Concord I hate you associating with…

So, I sit in my attic where I find little peace in knowing  I will never know this is all there is to my life!