Jun 2016
I recieved my very first "hate" mail today... I was very excited and thrilled, because as we all know you aren't doing something right until you make someone angry. That someone hates what you do with enough passion to take time out of their own life to point out how horrible your work is. Unfortunately before I received this exciting news, I had in fact not considered myself a wtiter or poet, and even now I still do not. I'm a theif and a fraud, I steal words from the silence of the night or the drumming of tires on the road, nothing I've ever said hasn't already been said before and by someone who hasn't said it much better. By those that have dedicate their eduction and blood and heart to the craft. I'm nothing more than an echo of the parrots that came before me and I have never claimed to be anything I am not. None the less, my words are honest and my intentions are of pure heart. I have lived a good life, full of mistakes, regrets, failures, success, love, loss, love again, loss again, I drank enough for three lifetimes in just over a decade, among other activities of those who prefer the night... I've wooed a few or more pretty faces while shaking my money maker night after night after night, how I once loved to dance...
Life has slowed since then... My heart grown wiser and stronger from the friends that I have been lucky enough to connect with through my reckless young adult life and current much tamer days... And of course theirs my son, who I knew I owed the same good influence my father was to me. He has made fatherhood easy. He never had a terrible year, not at 2, 3, 4... ever... always just good, mellow, never threw a fit when hearing the word no... I've never had to treat him like a kid, he has always just been a little person. Too smart and too wise for his age... I once asked him what he would do if he won 8 hundred million dollars, without hesitation he answered, "I would give it to St. Judes Hospital and sick kids and hungry people and homeless people...". So I asked if he would keep any of it and he thought for a second and replied, "Maybe $50... because nobody needs that much money dad!" There are more stories... but all good parents have their endless tales to spin. We are all proud of our fastest little swimmers. And isn't that the odd little link we all share... we were all at one time in life the fastest little swimmer. It's the little things that make it all worth the useless heaps of bs life throws at us. Duck and roll and take a bath whenever your not quick enough. Stand in the steam and warmth of the water and when your nice and squeeky clean, be brave for a minute and turn off the hot water and let the water turn ice cold and breath deep until you can't take it. You won't regret it.. it's a little moment... Wait... I can't remember why I started to write this... well you know, the autumn years of life... Its been a good life this far, I've done more good than bad... I don't fear the judgment of any god that may or may not exist, so I'm sure not going to fear the judgment of my fellow man. So enemy or friend, choose your label if you must, peace, love, and happiness to all.
Life has slowed since then... My heart grown wiser and stronger from the friends that I have been lucky enough to connect with through my reckless young adult life and current much tamer days... And of course theirs my son, who I knew I owed the same good influence my father was to me. He has made fatherhood easy. He never had a terrible year, not at 2, 3, 4... ever... always just good, mellow, never threw a fit when hearing the word no... I've never had to treat him like a kid, he has always just been a little person. Too smart and too wise for his age... I once asked him what he would do if he won 8 hundred million dollars, without hesitation he answered, "I would give it to St. Judes Hospital and sick kids and hungry people and homeless people...". So I asked if he would keep any of it and he thought for a second and replied, "Maybe $50... because nobody needs that much money dad!" There are more stories... but all good parents have their endless tales to spin. We are all proud of our fastest little swimmers. And isn't that the odd little link we all share... we were all at one time in life the fastest little swimmer. It's the little things that make it all worth the useless heaps of bs life throws at us. Duck and roll and take a bath whenever your not quick enough. Stand in the steam and warmth of the water and when your nice and squeeky clean, be brave for a minute and turn off the hot water and let the water turn ice cold and breath deep until you can't take it. You won't regret it.. it's a little moment... Wait... I can't remember why I started to write this... well you know, the autumn years of life... Its been a good life this far, I've done more good than bad... I don't fear the judgment of any god that may or may not exist, so I'm sure not going to fear the judgment of my fellow man. So enemy or friend, choose your label if you must, peace, love, and happiness to all.
