Topic Author's Original Post - Mar 2, 2013 - 02:47pm PT
my (mis)understanding as presented
here is all cute and catchy, so i hear.
i wobble thru; gave up on peace and serenity long ago.
my back aint broke (big mike)
my front aint broke.
it's my spirit that's destroyed.
the top don't connect with the lower.
my head and heart don't communicate.
my feet are on their own.
im falling all over these places,
much to the entertainment for those whom don't rely upon me.
for those whom do need my solid presence,
they are diserviced.
it's not my fault.
it's all my fault.
i just make sense,
as i can swallow it.
i've done everything right,
except to live life.
unfortunately, my merry is incompatible with
those whom practice sanity.
my wife has calmly told me
that she made a mistake befriending me,
and that she discredited the universe by making children with me.
im a walking mistake, in her life.
im an ongoing hardship, for her.
and, according to her, for my children.
i mean, i bust tail, running two desperately dissimilar
companies (one engineering and one tree-service)
so i bring home sporadic bread,
but im a liability to everyone around me's smile.
im gonna continue to push on against the falling
fragments of my shattered life;
im gonna keep on giving to everyone;
im gonna keep on sweetening (as i know how) those
realities adjacent to mine.
im good with disaster.
it fits me well.
the fighting animal within me
has been stirred.
it's broken the unbroken chain,
and is thrashing about it's grotesque
head in philanthropy.
don't you dare weep for me,
or shed a concern.
spend those emotion upon something that matters.
don't you dare give me encouragement,
or advice, or seeds to wildflowers;
these things i can't translate.
im walking lonely miles,
me and my foot fungus'.
we're happy, as we understand it.
rehabilitation of my spirit is
unwarranted.
the doctor only prescribed more pain.
so i listened to 5 hours of opera
to kick off my demise.
I can only share my ,, for lack of a better word,,wisdom- here.
Many a climber has the nature about him that seems to repel logic when it comes to the opposite sex and interactions thereof. We cant think in normal terms, for a lot of us are anything but normal. So this is all perfectly normal, if ya follow mah logeek...
But the bare neked truff is,, i know nothing about them and making things work. I know how not to do things, several times over. Its a pattern i recognized,, a year or two too late!
Don't fret amigo . . . we are as a species a bit of a disaster for the mother Earth herself. You are one with everyone, for better or worse . . . we all share the same emotions and feelings. We forget, in our imagined isolation, that we are all part of the collective whole and as a result end up feeling separate and sometimes hopeless. We must not despair . . . just need to dig deeper and smile. Share a smile with someone who is blue.
Weedge, I wouldn't tell you how to live. When I slow down and read them, your words are most often a treasure chest full of reality both beautiful and terrible to behold. Thanks for sharing yourself with us.
Should this be the Saturday afternoon posting while drinking beer thread? If it helps, there is a tree in the backyard that needs to come down. I'll be in south lake until my Monday. I got a quote for 250 for the lodge pole pine and 50 to remove some other branches around the chimney. Its last minute, but may be better than Sunday morning, johnny cash, and PBRs. At least, for the domestic peace you are welcome to come up to drink beer. Finally, if you sell wood and it would make the trip more worthwhile, please let me know.
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Brett
Suck it up brother
buck it up
engineer that internet commute
let the caustic waters of life roll off your back
keep your balance on the razors edge
your path ascends never to falter
below you lies the unspeakable abyss
your children and wife to see none of this
I overheard chongo talking about ghost riders in the sky. I always liked the one below too. That and anything with June carter. Mmmmm Hot country women.
Drinking a beer and enjoying some mountain air. Hope all is more quiet on the home front.
Let us know!