Yea... it hurts sometimes
Yea..  it even makes me miserable sometimes
Don't worry about that

Because thats love
Even at its best
Its always going to hurt
And make us miserable

From time to time

When we're miles apart
Or sleeping in the same bed

Love is so good sometimes
That it makes us sick
Until our chest hurts
And our souls are miserable
And thats when we know
We have love
At its very best

So when I'm hurt and miserable
From thinking
And longing
And dreaming
About you
Its only because
I have found love
*Love at its very best

"You gotta have that heat
to get that sweet'"
My Father said this, in his colloquial Vermont accent
when he spoke about his gardening

Looking up and appreciating the Sun
wiping his brow with a red and white bandana
that it kept in his denim bib overalls pocket

He was simple in the way that he lived
but not simple in the way that he thought about life.

I especially loved  the tomatoes....
I haven't tasted a tomato like that since
it tasted just like the Sunshine

He'd worked our dreams,
gone 10 hours
and then drive an hour
to get there and back

We raise all our own meat
all our own vegetables
and we lived off the grid
we had lanterns for our light
though they weren't very bright I think it taught me a lot our little simplistic life
and I wouldn't trade the tastes
Of my bittersweet and long
loving memories for anything

He pointed out that this is true with love...
with raising our children
the sun makes everything grow
there is no wonder why it has been worshipped

It has destroyed man
and it has saved man

In a flood we are drowning
in a desert we are dying
We need just the right amount of sun for the balance in our lives

They say we cannot appreciate the sun without the rain
And that means learning from our pain
That is all right with me because I am literally...
Blinded by the Light

Cherie Nolan © 2016

When asking for something
you should always say please
if I hear ya getting rude
I'll drop ya to your knees

Always use your thank you
don't ever be a *****
if I catch ya being mean
I'll beat you with a switch

No interrupting people
this I already said
you better use “excuse me”
or I'll cuff you in the head

When ever you're in doubt
always ask permission
if you don't do this
you'll be taken out of commission

Keep your negativity to yourself
and never ever be crass
if I catch you mouthin' off
I'll kick you in the ***

No making fun of appearances
I won't put up with that
if I hear you doing this
I'll smash you with a bat

Never open up a door
without knocking first
let me catch you doing that
your bubble I will burst

Use your quiet voice inside
you really shouldn't yell
If Maw Maw hears you doing that
you're gonna catch some hell

No one likes a ***** mouth
you really shouldn't cuss
don't you even do it
or you'll really make me fuss

I hope you learn these lessons
and try not to be bad
use your manners daily
and never make Maw Maw mad

Combat....

though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....

for example -
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger
which together correlates the symphony of motion
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of a bullet, and then finally to the ******* of it's victim.....

Quite morbid... yet hauntingly beautiful.....

Then come's the bullets quintessential cohorts

The Chemical and The Armored Car (a Tank)

The brutal barrage of steel cartage
crashing into unstable masonry
then the soothing smog of golden mustard gas...

The echoed shrieks, the violent shakes,
the ****** eyes and mucus filled noses
whose violent episodes finally conclude
when the eyes of death stare back at them...

Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....

The finally... how can we forget the noble foot soldier?
his footsteps, silent to the earth....

out of the hysteria and chaos
two men, two weapons, and a whirlwind of emotion  
nationalistic pride, paranoid fear, and  scattered  tranquility...

A sign, as is to say....
"I don't want to fight, but I have to..."

Which all correlates in the ****** of the bayonet
a twinkle of blood, and then finally the gentle weeps...

Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....