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Jul 16, 6:54am: For a wonderfully strange and enchanted boy I know....

Nature Boy

There was a boy

A very strange, enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far

Very far, over land and sea

A little shy and sad of eye

But very wise was he

And then one day,

One magic day he passed my way

While we spoke of many things

Fools and Kings

This he said to me

The greatest thing you'll ever learn

Is just to love and be loved in return.

~Eden Ahbez

Watch and listen here:
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Jul 13, 6:18pm

Jul 9, 6:09pm: The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

~Rumi

Jul 5, 9:42am: I took my daughter to a 4th of July parade yesterday. It is the same old usual one that they have every year in my home town. It is much too long, noisy, and well... it has not changed much from when I was a little kid. Keep in mind... I live in the country. I am about a half an hour away from a major city. There are farms with cows... fields of corn... the stink of cow shit on a beautiful summers day. Yes, please hide your envy.

Oh... where was I? The parade. Well... It had little hand made floats pulled by lawn tractors... I remember one having a pirate theme for a church... and one having a farm theme for a local veterinarians office, complete with bales of hay and a little fake barn. Again, please hide the envy for what my eyes beheld.

Semi trucks with company logos, little kids riding their bikes all decked out with streamers of crepe paper... and pigtails colored red and blue. Fire engines from every local fire station all waxed and shined up... with even a borrowed dalmatian for the added effect.

My little one caught candy they were tossing to the kids... all the while trying to keep her nonchalant "I am too cool for this mom" image present. Especially if a cute boy walked by. A church was handing out flavor ice popsicles... a water conditioning company was handing out little bottles of water...and then....

and then....

the reason for this posting.

Yes... the time to vote is among us. National, regional, local etc. Vote for me... pick me... etc again.

In the parade were sports cars. Of course all American made... no Mitsubishi here. Brand spanking new Corvettes, Mustangs, and so on. It had to be either a Chevy, Ford, or GM product. It could only be red, white, or blue. Preferably a convertible so the chunky Mrs.'s could flash you a smile of perfectly white teeth... a patriotic outfit... and a big ol waddle under her chin. All the while waving that ever so friendly "I was a Miss Teen runner up before I married this catch, so vote for him to keep me out of the trailer park please." hand. All with the hubby (Mr. Vote for me) in a stark white crispy straight off the press white shirt. White is good, angelic, and means I will not fuck you over... least of all when you are looking. He spends the bulk of the parade walking behind the car... shaking hands with random people on the sidelines... in a small mob of people wearing his VOTE FOR ME T-shirts.

Are they passing out candy to the little ones? No. Are they handing out bottles of water? No. What are they handing out? Pamphlets as to why you should vote for them. The handed one to my little girl... she looked at it... flipped it over... looked at the back (I think she was checking to see if they had taped a piece of candy to the back of it)... then proceeded to wad it up and throw it in the trash behind her. Never did it cross her mind that I would want it. What did cross her mind is that she just got ripped off.

First off... nothing makes me want to vote for someone more than seeing them in a brand new over priced sports car. "Vote for me, I am grossly overpaid." is what it screams... well to me at least.

So ok... I got a little disheartened after about half of the parade. For more than just this reason... but that's ok... on my walk back to where I was parked what did I see littering the ground? Pamphlets saying "Vote For Me". Seems the other kids thought they got ripped off too.

Jul 3, 7:30am: If You But Knew

If you but knew
How all my days seemed filled with dreams of you
How sometimes in the silent night
Your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
How you, 'mid other forms I seek-
Oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
If you but knew.

Could you but guess
How you alone make all my happiness,
How I am more willing for your sake
To stand alone, give all and nothing take,
Nor chafe to think me bound while you are free
Quite free , till death, to love you silently,
Could you but guess.

Could you but learn
How when you doubt my truth I sadly yearn
To tell you all, to stand for one brief space
Unfettered, soul to soul, as face to face,
To crown you queen, My queen, till life shall end,
My lover and likewise my truest friend,
Would you love me, dearest, as fondly in return,
Could you but learn?

~unknown~

Jun 27, 8:08am: Hi... are you listening? Well... reading? I used to write on here all the time. It used to be to the point I had to tell myself to shut up. Old stories... New stories... Silly stories... just whatever came to mind.

I just kind of stopped doing it... not sure why. Fear of criticism maybe... wrapped up in wanting to be in love maybe... daily life getting in the way... I don't know.

Do I miss writing? Sure. I had a friend recently ask me why I don't write like I used to. They liked my stories... and that is what drew them to me in the first place... I guess I miss sharing my stories as well.

So here we go... it may not be new... it may not be interesting to anyone but me... but maybe... just maybe...it will help me clear my mind.

Not sure what it is going to be... but it will show up when it is supposed to.