Apparently I don't laugh enough

Last night I had the pleasure in going to a show starring Jeff Dunham. If you don't know who he is then I feel sorry for you because he is friggin hilarious. So funny, in fact, that my cheeks hurt from laughing so much. This morning when I woke up my cheeks were sore so I have come to the conclusion that I don't laugh near enough to keep my cheek muscles in shape...

From time to time..

I write poetry when I'm properly stimulated. Below are a couple examples...

Mania
Knowing there is light he embraces the darkness
Inner peace shrouded by inner chaos
Thoughts and feelings licking the soul
like flames to the heavens

A daydreams laughter becomes nightmares screams
brings balance to rampant thought
An inner voice cracks lacking confidence
words translated by emotion to crystal clarity

Constant thought muddled and confused
Heart and mind in epic battle
for the soul's acquiescence
for the soul's creativity

Uncontrolled meddling imagination
A far too silent conscience
held captive by the child
in delusional control of chaos

Accustomed to swirling thought
the silence of mental clarity deafening
Judgements clouded and shoved
by swirling emotion


To my father
I hate the way you make me cry
I love the way you make me laugh
I hate only having memories of you
I love the memories I have to cherish
I hate the way you leftI love the man I have become
I hate that my children will never know you
I love that I am able to give them a piece of you

I love you, dad
forever, your son.

Infuriating question

A question I've been asked several times is "Why do you love me?". That question I find very frustrating and very infuriating. How does one go about proving an idea? The only thing I have at that point in time is my status quo answer, "because I do". That answer is rarely accepted, so let me try a different approach. Let's try some examples or possibly better answers...

Because I hold your life in higher regard than my own. I would lay on the grenade for you, I would push you out of the way of the oncoming bus, I would choose you first in dodgeball. I would call you first when there are many other calls to be made. I would worry about you when there is nothing to worry about. I would try to make you happy when you are not. I would hold your hand when you're crying because you held mine when I did.

Why do I love you? 'cause my heart tells me to...

In the beginning...

There's a lot to be said and with high hopes I now have a place to say it...