A Limehouse Original
Media: Black Flair Pen
Bluesman
Tag: #randomthoughts
Thank You
Confusion fills a joyful life,
With things I can’t control;
Assistance from my loving wife,
Guides me from that hole.
I’m a mess, I must confess,
I try to make it right;
But demons hidden deep within,
Control my simple life.
I do not have the problems now,
That many people do;
I’m speaking of real drama,
That somehow they get through.
It’s little things that clean my clock and kill a perfect day;
It’s things that any normal guy would simply swat away.
It comes without a moment’s note,
It hits me like a flash;
A hard left hook that hits the mark and leaves an open gash.
Then I react, without the tact,
I’m shooting from the hip;
Automatic defense skills that lash out from my lips.
I carve with tongue, at lightening speed,
It comes from deep within;
If she’s not there to help me then,
My head just starts to spin.
Somehow she finds a way each time to soothe my aching soul,
It must be such a burden to assist my self control.
At times it drives her crazy,
At times it flat out burns;
Not that I can blame her but each time it helps me learn.
I’ve learned that it is selfish to impart this on my wife,
I’ve learned that she was brought to me to help me in my life.
But what of her, I must infer that she has demons too,
Am I there enough for her? Enough to guide her through?
As a man, I hope I am, I hope that she can see,
The love I have for who she is,
Helps both her and me.
I hope that she can understand that she’s my simple life,
My world would simply self destruct if she were not my wife.
#Poetry
Quail
On February 12, 2006 it was reported that the Vice President of the United States at the time had accidentally shot a fellow hunter in the face, neck and chest while quail hunting in Texas.
VP Dick Cheney was zeroed in on a flying quail. Following it in his sights, moving with the bird, he fired and caught a friend of his with a bunch of buckshot. Fortunately for all, the wounds were not life threatening.
Now as terrible as that sounds, it begs some thoughts and questions. First of all, …. a quail? Wait…. a quail? That is the hunt of the day?
Here’s the scenario. Three 70 year old men out looking for quail. Not Dan, but the cute little bird. One of the men is the Vice President with a heart condition. This means that policy dictates that he is followed on this adventure by – at least – three doctors and two ambulances plus, of course, a posse of Secret Service personnel.
So visualize the scene. The VP, two other old guys, three doctors, two ambulances and a shitload of armed Secret Service people trudging across the Texas tundra in search of the dreaded quail. Again, not Dan.
Let’s not forget that at that same time, there were thousands of American soldiers in Afghanistan, Iraq and Kuwait doing essentially the same thing except they were hunting the Taliban and Al Queda. Oh, they didn’t have the doctors, ambulances and Secret Service yet they are hunting things that shoot back.
The Texas friendly fire incident must have been one of the most ridiculous scenes imaginable. But wait, a few more questions…
Should a person with a known heart condition to the point of needing all of those medical personnel even be handling a gun or even have a license? Oh, excuse me, that’s his right… Second Amendment and all.
Ok then, here’s another. How much does it cost the American taxpayer to have this moron entertain his nursing home friends for a day of proving they don’t have little dicks? How much?
How much body armor and supplies could this money have provided our men and women at war?
But then again, I definitely slept more comfortably knowing our VP was keeping us safe from the dreaded quail.
#Thoughts
Sneakers
Have you ever been walking or driving, and in the most unlikely spots, you notice a pair of sneakers hanging over a telephone line?
Who is losing all of these sneakers and losing them by the pair with their laces tied together? They often seem to be high-top Chuck Taylors, never a boating or tennis shoe.
How did they get there? Why are they there? They tend to be in the middle of nowhere or conversely ( pun intended) in the middle of a busy intersection. It’s been happening for as long as I can remember.
This is important stuff so I asked around. There were a few different theories or urban legends associated with this phenomena. The two main ones concern gangs and loss of virginity.
The first concept has to do with gangs using them to mark their territory or to note an area where people can buy drugs. I may be a bit slow but if that’s the case, wouldn’t the police also know?
The second theory – to highlight a place where someone lost their virginity – is also tough to swallow (again, pun intended). The middle of a busy intersection? Really?
Here’s my take. It is a message from the beyond. We just aren’t paying attention. Someone or something is using the universal sign of harmony, the sneaker, to communicate. Hey…. it makes as much sense.
So the next time you see a pair of hanging sneakers on the phone lines, look around…. ya never know.
#Thoughts
#sneakers
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