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Initially, we were cautious about speaking to one another. We did not know how each other responded to each other's posts. What ultimately happened was a strong friendship that continued to grow with each passing day. We would talk more about our lives to one another to the point that we already felt like we were together. We both said that we would follow our lives and speak to each other, that's more than friends. We will continue to teach each other the languages we know. There was one day, six weeks after our conversation began, when the first significant milestone in our friendship would occur. I had taken a friend out for dinner, and it was a time of happiness and sadness. When she came to the restaurant, she had already had enough alcohol to make her happy. When she ordered a drink it was strong as it was a pure vodka.
After we ate, I would take her home as there was no coffee shop to help clear her mind. When I first picked her up to go on a date, she kissed me on the cheek. I ended up blushing. At the end of the date, when I dropped her off at the house, she kissed me on the cheek again, and I would turn her kiss. Before I left, she still had one of my earbuds in her ear. She returned it and kissed me one more time. When you asked about the date with a blushing face, I told you of all the details except for what happened before we ate.
You took a while to respond as you were writing a long text. You said you were happy for both of us and that you would keep a distance. Well, your posts later on were directed at me, as I know you were not that advanced in education. I did feel some pain, but I didn't realize it would hurt you to know that I was moving on with my life. We would speak a week later, or we would talk constantly and grow closer. This would continue until you stopped talking; it would only focus on your sadness. But you never focused on anyone else yourself. It's pretty alright, and I have always had strong feelings for you, but those feelings could only be those of a friend. And this is how we all have our friendships, and it is best that we remain friends and not decide to go further. Only God can make that determination for us to be more than that. So, I bid you farewell and wish you all the best with your life choices. Remember, I always loved you.
LIFE CHOICES
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
He sat in his rocking chair, willing time to pass
A stubby of beer in his hand and a *** in his mouth
Rocking to the country music blaring in the background
This man so alone, thinking about his last breath
Once a family man of great strength and character
Working days spent at the saw mill in the bush
Sucking on rollies through-out the working day
Never thinking that one day he would be short of breath
The ravages of life choices, booze and fags will shorten your time
For now his ravaged body is but a shadow of it self
Lacking in energy, can’t work, crippled with pain hard to walk
His body once full of life, now dying from life choices
Slowly the man lifts the beer to savior the nectar he needs
Time is suddenly frozen for he never gets his last drink
His body slumped he has succumbed, no pain now, just silence
The rocking chair now still, his body lifeless and growing cold
Life choices have taken this man too early, he was so young
He had the choice to not drink alcohol or smoke tobacco
He had the choice of living a long and productive life
But LIFE CHOICES ended his time on earth to soon
Birth brings many gifts and life choices.
Man, woman, child each determined voices.
Who fathers the child, whose proverbial seed?
The mother known and the birth decreed.
Did he run, did he stay and if so why?
Who was the father who brought this sky?
Yes, he provided the seed, the roof
yet still this man stayed so.... aloof.
A presence was he when times were good
a missing link when greener pastures intrude.
He taught love and he taught fear
fear of loss, loss of him near.
He taught his daughters to mistrust all men
for who would not fail, if he did again and again?
He taught his daughters to be strong as men
and not to let others do as he did to them.
Who has most influenced my life?
Well father dear ‘was you caused such strife.
Father you've caused me the grief of form
Father it's you who have seen me born.
Manipulation can cause hesitation, that lead to negative outcomes.
Manipulating a person or a group to be in a negative growing environment can lead to death or make you grow into a person that lacks positive health.
Manipulating can be positive, it can make you grow and learn and reach all of your natural ability to become the best you can.
Manipulating can start the second you are conceived and even before, everything is possible so never think that it is just because.
Manipulating people to do or act a certain way, all can be caused by many ways.
Manipulating for positive life, should always be the best choice.
God told us to love and forgive, to learn and grow and stay on the path home to love and light and all the positive stuff.
So be guard of yourself, think and learn and don’t be manipulated into a negative life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
How were we to ever know
That a simple phone call from so long ago
Has begun to define our lives today
I do so miss you in every single way
Most days I'm really okay
Sometimes however I'm very afraid
Because of life choices I've made
You're all I pretty much think about now
I wish I could get through to you somehow
Ironic things may have pointed me on the way back to you
But those moments frozen in time well those lead the way too
So as you are holding her tonight
Tell me truthfully does having her in your arms so tight
Really and truly feel so right
Is she the one you have dreamed about now for so long
Do you feel so strongly that what you two have is not wrong
Is she the one you're meant to be with
Think about all that as there you continue to sit
While reality passes you by
Do you think letting her go will really make her cry
Let the past lie where it may
We have all heard them say
Sometimes that past is what you need to recall
To find your true love the one who will always be there to help you through it all
No giving much thought of how they could be hurt and have their heart fall
Someone who takes the time to show you love is not blind
Search deep in your heart then in your soul who is it there you find
There is something out there that always brings you and I back to us and to this
Feelings of love that we took a chance on long ago I so much now long to have your kiss
It really is not a coincidence
It's the reason I always think of you and why it's me that you miss
The love, the facts and all the memories
To which are shared between you and me
Like Winter
predicts Summer
Dark grey suffering
is not yet total green forest
and blue sky loss
As one cold
lonely voice
isolating experience
need not preclude
warm
yet alone
embracing vulnerable memories
transparent images
anticipating full-bodied reconnections,
compassionate life choices
As EarthTribal respiration
invites EarthMother regeneration
wombs reproductive
eggs
nuts
seeds
Surviving thistles
not yet Othering
weeds
As painful apartheid
is not yet anxious death
nor anticipating life
As isolating trauma discoveries
are not yet therapeutic
solitary thoughts
anticipating glad feelings
passionate
about sacred intimacy,
boundless recovery.
the voices are overwhelming
I can hear so many conversations in my head a few good mostly not
all pointing to one subject
her
they talk about her life choices
making mentions of her checkered past.
Just another junkie, might as well throw her in the trash.
I'll say this line I just heard is classic
she is like problems you stuff in basements and attics.
An addict in an attic well that's a new play on words.
one voice cuts through all these conversations with three simple words
She has God.
He has seen every wrong and every wrong made right.
He walked with her in darkness and still brought her back to light.
He has watched every moment when she thought she was alone.
The nights she cried herself to sleep, in the car she called her home.
He seen all these things and still sees her for who she is.
All voices now stopped.
Thank you to the Father
my Savior, my Rock.
Isaiah 55:8-9
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Didn't know that love could make
life so incredibly difficult and painful
Nothing moving in the positive direction
There is no winning, only loss and new wounds
Make fuss and braid lies with spider thread
Maybe words need to be broken
so they no longer have any power
Words do not disappear by themselves
They can become blurry due to age or being forgotten
It's all about finding the right balance
When the tears dry out and thought carousel loses spinning
The loss of love that was never satisfied is a fact
No one wants to build the same puzzle over and over again
Destructive pondering, crying and hunting for peace
Worn shoes through many trails in several years
Meat and blood are a guide in life choices
In the wake of loss, gives us permanent scars
There's nothing left to say
15/11/2019
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New Year’s Resolutions
The New Year is slowly nearing
Needing to leave the old year singing
Shouting and cheering feeling carefree
Of what the New Year will bring for me
Making charitable resolutions with caring lifestyle changes
Stick and not fail to make better life choices
Through the year acquiring good eating habits
Cutting down on eating my favorite iced doughnuts
Taking my husband’s hand and take long brisk strolls
Increase those strolls a little further each day to reach longer goals
My soul needs to share more time with my family
Making loving memorable memories and being friendly
Toss away my aging and be free
Enjoy earthly beauty
Bring in the New Year
With a glass of beer and some cheer
12/10/2015
Will we crumble for money, for love, for fame.
Fame can be so tempting, it can make us so vain.
Vain like when we are so in love with ourself, that we can’t even feel another person’s pain.
Sometimes in life we crumble, for we love money and stuff, and many other things that make us feel puffy.
Crumble to the ground, giving us no way to grow again, leaving us in the dark forever, not able to see again.
Sometimes in life, choices lead us to a way that is dark and gloomy, and we lose our way.
Don’t crumble, don’t fall, and if you do get back up and make amends.
So do not crumble, be like a bumblebee and move and grow and live life with a buzz that makes you and everything grow beautifully.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.