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It's lame, and I'm no writer, but I wrote a poem for my wife's birthday. She asked me too, because I used to write her little stupid poems when we were dating, which no I realize were rather lame and childish. I haven't written her one in almost 8 years, and this one may turn out to be a disaster. Let me know if it's worth giving to her or if I should try again.
To my wife, my Angel.
You took a chance, when no one tried,
You had hope, when all his died.
He wasn't much, a wreck I guess.
A crippled junkie, a total mess.
I don't know what you saw in him,
That wheelchair, and a bottle of Jim,
The fight was gone, his fate was sure,
The loss of will has no cure.
He had given up on all he tried,
He lost his legs, and then he died.
Oh sure, he breathed, and blood still pumped;
But his soul was dead, hell had him trumped.
Then you walked in, and looked at him,
Hell, I still remember that starburst grin...
You said "Hi" and talked for a while,
But I never heard a word...just watched that smile.
You left that day, and smiled goodbye...
I remeber so clearly I wanted to cry.
I asked you if I'd see you again,
And you smiled at me, and quipped, "say when"
I did see you again, more and more each day...
And each time I did my sorrows drifted further away.
Two years later you messed up your life...
You actually agreed to become my wife!
Two kids we've had, and nine precious years
Filled with laughter, love and tears.
A life was reborn, it was my rebirth,
When the man upstairs placed you on this earth.
We've been through heartaches, pain and some loss..
We've had to carry our share of the cross
And it's been uphill a lot of the way
And without you here, I'd still be astray.
You deserve better than I'll ever be,
But you'll never hear that piece of knowledge from me...
Although I'll never be the perfect man, it's true,
I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be that for you.
You are my life, my heartbeat, my soul...
And I thank God for that telephone pole...
Sure if it wasn't that car wreck I'd have a different life,
But I'd rather lose my legs than not have you as my wife.
Sometimes when it seems God is taking it all,
I can't play the game because God took my ball,
I think back to the day you made me your man,
I realize the secret to life's little plan;
I seemed to get trapped, it didn't seem fair,
I knew that forever I'd be stuck in this chair,
But the truth is that the very thing that seemed to trap me,
Was the only thing that could have happened to truly make me free.
I can't take a walk, I can't run a mile,
But I'll always be able to sit here and see you smile.
You are my Angel, My lover, my Dear
And nothing can change that, not ever, not here.
I'll live in your presence, I'll bask in your love,
And when the battle call sounds from heaven above,
I'll die in your arms, My last vision your smile,
And I'll be waiting when you get there, to walk with you for a while.
I love you, Angel, and some day when all this is over we'll take that final walk to the gate, and this time I'll be able to carry you over the threshold...I promise.
Now I know I probably demolished every rule and/or guideline for poetry, and the greta writers in history are probably rolling with laughter in their graves, but I hope it gets the point across. comments on whether or not this is worth giving her are much appreciated.
Current Music: Morbid Angel - Covenant
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Well, today my son Shayne turned 8 years old. Took him to Pizza Hut, then to the movies to see "The incredible Hulk" and "Iron Man" (gotta love double features). He had a blast, and tomorrow is cake day with the family for him. He was so excited! But as I watched him grin ear to ear, I wondered what the future held.
When I was a kid, we didn't worry about the things parents have to worry about now. Child predators, kids getting their hands on guns, violence against kids, kid-on-kid violence, lower and lower educational standards, less and less of a job market, skyrocketing college costs, and the list goes on and on.
I worry about the future my kids have to face. How have standards, morals, and f**king good old common sense dropped to an all-time low? How are these kids supposed to deal with the pressure and stress that we never faced until adult hood? what is the world going to be like in ten or fifteen years? To be completely honest, the possibilities scare the ever-living s**t out of me.
I guess today was bittersweet. I am very proud of my kids, to see what fine and wonderful people they are growing up to be, but at the same time I can't stand the thought they are growing up. In a very short eight to ten years, my kids are going to be leaving home for college, a family, a job, or just life in general. And while I want them to go out and make their mark on the world, I also want them to stay little forever.
I want them to stay my "babies". At least now, I can protect them from the harshness that is life. But sooner, much sooner than I am ready to cope with, they will be out there in the huge wide world and I won't be there all the time to protect them from life's terrible things.
I guess this is just a rant, but I needed to get it out. Sorry, lol. But it is really scary what has happened in the last two decades, and makes me fearful of what may come in the next two.
But anyway, Happy Birthday, Bud! Daddy loves you, and is and always will be proud you are my little buddy! | |
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Ok, a friend told me about this place, and boredom prompted me to check it out. I'm not exactly a social person, and definitely internet retarded, but we'll see how it goes.
Current Music: Lordi - Rock and Roll Hallelujah
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