Comedy and Tragedy.
Both are needed
to stage the play.

10W
Soul Survivor
(C) 2014

I've never really loved the look of "perfect" on a person.

But I've loved crooked teeth
and chapped lips
and the rips in his sweater
and calloused palms
and acne scars along his jawbone
and eyes that are slightly slanted upward
and pant legs that are too short
and watches worn with the time set two minutes early
and hair that always looks the same
and loud voices in libraries
and quiet whispers at crowded parties
and twisted ****** expressions
and dilated pupils
and the way too much of his gum shows when he smiles
and beauty marks in secret places
and the same white t-shirt worn over and over again
and eye colours that are indistinguishable
and cold, blank stares at 3 am
and hopeful stares at the break of dawn
and messy writing that's hard to read
and untied shoe laces
and lisps
and stutters
and jeans worn too low
and fists that make holes in walls
and breath that reeks of coffee
and lips that taste of tobacco
and eyelids that are heavy after a long day
and fading bruises
and bushy eyebrows
and clumsy feet
and hunched postures
and hands that are always too cold
and bandages stuck onto odd places
and cologne that's a little too strong...

 because I think that showing what is imperfect is what makes a person worth loving.

You are a Woman of Iron,
Composed of high expectations,
Forged with strong morals.
Quenched by the coldness of the world.

Your determination stands firm against all challenges.
Victories are graciously and easily surrendered to you.
Energetic and effective action.
All around you, people take notice.

Your are a Woman of Silk,
Your feminine form, undeniably ****.
Your sweet odor is of respect and admiration.
Your skin, amazingly smooth & firm.
Your sensal lips draw me closer.
Your smile, beautifuly contagious, brightens all the day.
Your blue-gray eyes, sparkle of happiness and captures my soul

Your sassy auburn hair, thick and shinney,
bounces and flows as you graciously move about.
Your voice is soothing, it sings to my heart.
Your laughter, lifts my spirits,

A perfect combination, you are...
A woman of Iron & Silk!

I went through
Eighteen years of
Living hell.

My entire life actually.

I lost the ability to have children.
Therefore I never married.

My teens were EXCRUCIATING.

My father had cancer.

I'm disabled with arthritis
And can't walk without terrible pain.

I live with and care for
My very elderly mom and dad.

But I am not saying all this
To elicit sympathy.

I just want you to know.

I asked God... WHY ME?

He said... WHY NOT YOU.

We all have our burdens.
We all have a cross to bear.
I just want you to know that

I'M HAPPY.


"GOD, GRANT ME THE SERENITY
TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I
CANNOT CHANGE.

THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE
THINGS I CAN.

AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW
THE D I F F E R A N C E."

Im takin longer puffs
Im drinking eight more beers
Cause theres no tellin what happens when night comes near
The clock hits midnight our hearts are racing
And baby Im lovin the way your lips are tasting
The musics roaring
The bass Is shaking
And I have no idea how im getting home tonight
But I wont fight
The temptation To hold back my tears
Im way too depressed and wisers than my years
So im using this night as an excuse to drown my sorrows In these drugs
And hopefully the next day i'll remember what I did and who I was