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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 4:00:00 PM
    Cont.. Him away from the love he could give him.When i write about abuse it wouldn t be about him but about his illness which abused us of a father daughter relationship..And that is the way i see people who depend on alcohol-people abused by the illness of alcaholism,an illness which makes more than just that persona suffer but i do believe that our life story with all its pains makes us a better stronger being and thats who i see in you-Someone who has lived pain enough to.be compassionate towards others pain,someone who was hurt enough to be sensitive re not hurting others.Re your jokes and humour-tnks God for that..it brings so much smiles upon grumpies'face.keep being the special you :)

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 3:49:00 PM
    Hi dear Frank..We all have our bag of personal pain and joy life story..Share what you feel to share and keep what you feel to keep but remember we re all rowing on the same boat against the water.Many times i tried to think how better my life would have been if my dad never suffered from mental illness, if i could have a different dad,a perfect dad,that would have been nice,but God wanted me to have this life story and though at time it hurts,maybe if i had everything so perfect..than i would have been less strong and maybe less compassionate..but i ve been there in other ways..in my own story and i have an idea of how you feel.I love my dad.i just hate the illness which keep stealing

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 3:29:00 PM
    I wish I had seen your poem, but sadly, I missed it. I have posted poems too, in the past, that later, after posting, just left a bad taste in my mouth so i took them down. It is difficult when we post about our parents, because even knowing that no one is perfect, and that they did the best they could with their limited intelligences....still, when we stand up to speak of the abuses, it sometimes feels like a betrayal, or perhaps revealing more than we are ready too at that time.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 11:47:00 AM
    Hi Frank, reading this touching blog reiterates for me your big heart. I remember you talking about your mom's passing but I didn't have an idea of how she was as a mom, for me I only felt that you loved her. I'm going to admit something to you: I read your poem and was moved by it. You know sometimes how you are so moved, you don't know what to say? That is what I felt upon reading it. Your writes, be it your poems or blogs have a brevity to it that I admire. Post what you think and feel is fit, we can't please everybody, some may get it, some may not-- but there is always that good chance that some people are touched by what you say. You posted a poem that revealed a vulnerable side of you

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 11:15:00 AM
    Keep being who you are. Only the perfect may cast stones, my friend!

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 11:02:00 AM
    with me, frank, almost anything goes...but remember that little word 'almost' lol on the whole I have quite a high tolerance level for the quirks and foibles of humanity, someone once said to me "you're so open-minded your brain has fallen out"! haha I have always felt a certain aura of vulnerability around you and strangely I do think you are more sensitive than you let on, the public persona is definitely at odds with the private man...

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 10:47:00 AM
    I am very humbled by this Frank. I am glad you realized at the time that there were explanations and I love your friend "Blue". Love, Joyce

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 10:06:00 AM
    Hey Frank, If Carrie loves you you can't be all bad---just kidding--and I agree with most of what Chris says too XXOO to Chris, but getting back to your blog, it seems you've taken the cream off the milk and made the best of it all and those heightened emotions have given you a perspective that's on a different level and it shows in a good and so creative way with your writes---but now everyone wants to see the poem--please share. BTW I am pretty much one of those "picket fence" guys Chris was talking about but picket fences sometimes only seem perfect and easier isn't always what it seems either!

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 9:57:00 AM
    I too have memories like that Frank and know how painful they can be. It is so hard to understand why our parents won't love us enough. Feeling that you matter is so important to a child and missing that is tragic. This site gives us some release from holding it all in so long. Just be yourself and as far as what you write on here I like to see some arrogance once in awhile. It keeps everyone on their toes. So be frank, Frank.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 9:26:00 AM
    Yet, I know from personal chats with you,.how,with respect,sadness, love, & emotional understanding,you were there at the end of her life to lay her to rest.You were still her son,..and honored that fact..I respect you so much for acknowledging her shortcomings..but not abandoning her.This journey called life, reveals true character, Frank, more apparent in the ways we treat those who are not perfect.You taught me something about my own Dad, when once I told you how he "wasn't always there for me"..you told me not to judge him too harshly because his childhood was much like your own. That advice took hold of my heart and I haven't forgotten it.Thank you for helping me understand him better.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 8:21:00 AM
    My comment turned-out too long! Ramble, ramble, ramble....Frank, if you feel awkward posting the poem that you are referring to here, I am sure someone was touched by reading it, before it was removed(I am touched by your poem, and I didn't even read it). As far as your satire and parody is concerned, I hope you still post it at least once in a while. Without satire we might all still be living in a society were we are forced to wear thick, wholly clothes in the middle of summer, preach about sexual repression(sexual repression, but even more population than now lol), and how music and poetry are the devil's tool, and if we partake in such demonic endeavors, we won't gain access to the sugarplum castle located in the cotton-candy cloud kingdom.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 8:20:00 AM
    Heya, Frank. This blog touches on how we all aren't/weren't raised within white picket fences; and even the white picket fences are rife with problems, abuse, and skeletons in the family closet -- a lot of people who on the outside appear to have blessed lives, are hiding their own pain. But you know this already. As for tolerability, this is generally a can of worms if looked at from a global level, because there are so many different societal/personal mores. Wot might be offensive to one, is perfectly acceptable to someone else(and also according to the vehicle of expression, setting, blah-blah-blah). When all is said and done, we are accountable for ourselves and usually we know if we might have crossed-over a line(again, depending on the situational social setting). I have crossed over the line. I did it on purpose for several reasons. Does it make it right? Right or wrong can at times become too subjective for me. Some of your blogs that might have insulted people, were misinterpreted by people who are severally mentally insane(lol), and/or too mentally/emotionally retarded to glean your satirical and sometimes quite facetious(purposefully facetious)slant on a topic. This is a part of your personality. We all have our quirks -- these quirks make us wonderfully individualistic, and truly human. The world needs more non-PC people, or else there will come a time when everyone is a superficially-polite zombie(besides, you have a warm and supportive side to you which is very endearing). I love satire! Satire as a vehicle, has opened the door to many of our current civil liberties. No matter wot any of us 'say', or how we say it, someone is going to get insulted. Politeness can be over-rated(I do believe in civility and respect, but sometimes change happens within the paradox of impolite grace). Using PS as an example, I find some of the people who are deemed as being saintly and righteous, to be slithering, lying, manipulative cretins. It is all simply a matter of perspective. Reality, all of creation, is a matter of perspective and perception.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 7:19:00 AM
    Hi Frank. I'm not sure if I saw that poem of yours or not...what you wrote above is very cutting in that deeply emotional way(about your mother) As for me, I have never been offended or thought you arrogant...but I reckon you know that...my skin's a tough as John Wayne's saddle ass! Have a good day, my man.

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  1. Date: 5/13/2013 6:48:00 AM
    Frank, I know that everyone judges. I like to say that I don't judge anybody, but of course, I do it every time I make an assumption about someone without really knowing the truth for sure. Having known you as long as I have, I think I understand you. and when my friends say silly things, I let it slide past me because I feel that I really know them. We don't all come from Pollyanna homes. I recently posted a poem about my melancholy childhood and it's all the truth, and yet I feel so grateful for the main part of my youth which was the happiness I spent with my sisters and the love I have for my mom. You removed that poem? Please let me know if you repost it. I'd love to see it.

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