im a walking (on good days) disaster


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Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
Topic Author's Original Post - Mar 2, 2013 - 05:47pm 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
the doctor only prescribed more pain.
so i listened to 5 hours of opera
to kick off my demise.

Trad climber
Less than a second shy of 49 minutes
Mar 2, 2013 - 05:54pm PT
no seeds to wildflowers here
I only lend a loving ear

The Granite State.
Mar 2, 2013 - 05:58pm PT
You and me both, pal.

Trad climber
AKA Dwain, from Apple Valley, Ca. and Vegas!
Mar 2, 2013 - 06:04pm PT
"spend those emotion upon something that matters.

don't you dare give me encouragement,
or advice, or seeds to wildflowers;"

Ok, I'll Spend my emotion of Friendship,
to you.
Friendship, Matters!

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Mar 2, 2013 - 06:06pm PT
Weeg, put her on the phone, we'll point out the obvious to her for you.

Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
Mar 2, 2013 - 07:02pm PT
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.
Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Mar 2, 2013 - 07:13pm PT
That is the best explanation of what it is to be a man I have ever read.

Thanks, Weege !

Trad climber
lost, far away from Poland
Mar 2, 2013 - 07:16pm PT
Man, I feel your pain.

I wish I could understand what you are saying...

Fuking poetry ;)

Social climber
Mar 2, 2013 - 07:18pm PT
It's all part of it
No pity but wishing you a healthy healing

Social climber
Mar 2, 2013 - 08:07pm PT
Stop being a damn drunk. Problem solved. Poetic musings do not absolve you from the fact that your kids deserve better.
Jebus H Bomz

Peavine Basecamp
Mar 2, 2013 - 08:26pm PT
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.

The Granite State.
Mar 2, 2013 - 08:30pm PT
Hey, cheer up!


Trad climber
Mar 2, 2013 - 09:40pm PT
Like a setting sun, eh?

Chances are she really loves you.

As annoying as it sounds (trust me, I know), it's as easy as not drinking.

I've got 3 months in, and it feels very free and clear.

But by all means, keep pressing on however you'd like. I feel ya.
Jim Clipper

from: forests to tree farms
Mar 2, 2013 - 11:44pm PT
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.

Trad climber
lost, far away from Poland
Mar 3, 2013 - 12:21am PT
WTF is wrong with you Weeg???

Yeah, I get it, you are a POET, or something. GET OVER IT.

Man, you are not important anymore, your wife and your kids are!

STFU and stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Sincerely, Andrzej Citkowicz

P.S. Drop the booz!!! I am not joking.

rick sumner

Trad climber
reno, nevada/ wasilla alaska
Mar 3, 2013 - 12:50am PT
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

Jim Clipper

from: forests to tree farms
Mar 3, 2013 - 02:06am PT
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.
Jim Clipper

from: forests to tree farms
Mar 3, 2013 - 02:37am PT
Lest they be forgotten.

Jim Clipper

from: forests to tree farms
Mar 3, 2013 - 03:05am PT

Trad climber
Mar 3, 2013 - 08:34am PT

Weeg, your foot fungus is from all the yeast in your body, which, of course, is from all the beer you drink.

If you had a vagina (and with all your complaining I sometimes think you do), you'd be itchy "down there".

I love your poetry and insightful reflections, but you are stuck on repeat.
There are only so many ways to say "poor me".

Angst has no boundaries; time to move on.

I know you won't be offended- you seem the type that appreciates candid conversations.

Peace, brother. Thanks for the honesty. I hear the weather in your neck of the woods is awesome right now.
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