It ain't easy... but it's worth it. All of it.
High time to reflect and savor the remaining days.
Patience.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Gratitude Post
For the incomparable joy and companionship
The simple thrills and the great high you give
For the gift of time, care and knowledge
For having my back, all year long
And for having the honor to be with you,
Thank you.
The simple thrills and the great high you give
For the gift of time, care and knowledge
For having my back, all year long
And for having the honor to be with you,
Thank you.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Greeky Love
I can never fully wrap my thoughts around
The depths of our conjugal wind sea
As though you were Zeus, and I Minerva
Floating like air sailors in cloud nine,
A cheery mix of emerald and turquoise delights
Only to stare at myself and the four-eyed wonder
And find that the sky has been stoic black.
My dimunitive utterances have served you well
In play pens, planes, and nurseries of the mundane
Alchemy, history, art and proximity
Smoke, speed, savory babies of capitalism
This is the way of the wave in our times
We, you and I, exist for a lofty demonstration of
Progress in rearing
Patience and pleading
Playing with fire
Without any dinner to serve.
So this, I have yet to ask
If in the sea of this lovely little Minerva
you still would want to bask
Despite the frailty and scars
Which may have turned your fairytale into farce
I have answered your knock to my strange corner house
You have stayed, as a guest, day and night
From this day forward, we build a new empire.
The depths of our conjugal wind sea
As though you were Zeus, and I Minerva
Floating like air sailors in cloud nine,
A cheery mix of emerald and turquoise delights
Only to stare at myself and the four-eyed wonder
And find that the sky has been stoic black.
My dimunitive utterances have served you well
In play pens, planes, and nurseries of the mundane
Alchemy, history, art and proximity
Smoke, speed, savory babies of capitalism
This is the way of the wave in our times
We, you and I, exist for a lofty demonstration of
Progress in rearing
Patience and pleading
Playing with fire
Without any dinner to serve.
So this, I have yet to ask
If in the sea of this lovely little Minerva
you still would want to bask
Despite the frailty and scars
Which may have turned your fairytale into farce
I have answered your knock to my strange corner house
You have stayed, as a guest, day and night
From this day forward, we build a new empire.
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