i see what will be a picture. if you see it and the image catches your attention, you have your own meaning, story, thoughts. what you see evokes a feeling, thought, memory. what becomes of the things it evokes?
rise up your head outa sleep and all the fog of want those sorry ghosts be gone there is this now knockin’ askin you to open your eyes to the day kick worry in the piddley ass tell it to go-da the dogs cause things gonna be fine
the mind finds the same path and takes it unless something takes it another way something some one thing it could be light maybe love or some kind of sight that puts up a battered blinking road block of sighs
divorce and your new life in marriage did not erase our past.
though it changed the future.
our memories. the goodness that was also ours.
i remember everything
cheers from across the room
i will never run out of kisses
i love you written on my back with your finger
biscuits and cornbread
denny road boys
running to the phone with only a towel
driving icy roads
the year of the flood and Casey
taking Sydney everywhere
my mental depression
missing being loved
wondering why you stopped loving me
not being what you wanted or needed
still loving you
building a house
work then wine making
kids and school
i am not glad to be rid of you
but i am grateful that you are happy
i would like to see you now and then
if i could visit i would love to
i know that she would not understand
wives rarely do
thinking they will lose love
but i know she will never loose your love and respect
she never did
too bad she doesn’t realize this
i have my dreams
people find sin in loving more than one person…
there is the two headed monster called jealousy and fear
i try to ignore this terrible monster
because it is not love
life is very amazing
and quite strange
ego and others
me and we
money and greed
How do you think about yourself? I am a person, in accordance with other people, out of my own personality, and from things that I find to be interesting. Quite late in life, fairly lately that is, I found that I don’t necessarily have any control over what people think of me, no matter what I do. Just imagine. But mostly there are very few that even think of me at all.
I am thinking that people need to label and sort to be able to communicate. But labels can be a general thing. And labels are as different as each perspective.