As we wait for the day
To start over anew
We watch the sunrise
Dry the morning dew.
You have a paper,
And I have a bowl
This drink has stained everything,
Even seeped to our souls.
When we were younger
We would dance until dawn.
Now the thought only
Makes both of us yawn.
Though we have been tested,
By my side there was you.
Still, life holds no more cream
For me or for you.
Yet with sugar in our hearts,
We sit here together
Gazing up towards the stars
As we will be forever.
Though the sun has passed us
Over 18, 262 times,
My heart still yearns
For your hand in mine.
Our kids are now grown.
We have beaten the rush,
And still for you
I will always crush.
Rocking back and forth
Looking over our fruit trees,
We sit here on our porch swing
Making black coffee memories.
Something happened eleven years ago that was sad.
After he battled Leukemia for many months, I lost Dad.
I thought he'd live longer but he died at the age of sixty-five.
He took chemotherapy for over 18 months but he could no longer survive.
When he died, I had to say goodbye.
I lost him in 2013 on the 13th of July.
Dad couldn't beat Leukemia even though he tried.
It was terrible because 11 years ago today, he died.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died 11 years ago on July 13, 2013]
The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous.
#repealthe2ndamendment
*Arrogate: to take or claim an illegal right.
I
If you defended your purity and your Christian womanhood as you quickly defend your grown children, you would be used mightily by our Trinity (our Triune Godhead: Father Son Spirit)
II
A daughter in her twenties had a court interdict (protection order) against her for going to mom's boyfriend's home & compelling mom to come home. At the same time that daughter & boyfriend made out at their home almost daily when mom came from work. Mom would not allow any to criticize Emilio's affair with her daughter anyway!
III
The son, over 18, was threatened at gunpoint by a local dad not to "jol with my daughter." Mom went after that man, Alister.
Waiting
Sitting in the office…
of someone,
I rather not see.
To talk about things,
I rather not say.
To hear,
what does not need,
to be said.
I am over 18.
I can vote,
I can drive.
I can leave.
Good-bye.
dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
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dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
No lady is cheap and dude's are not fools, the lady you've been chasing for over 12 months was in bed with a guy just three days after they met.
The lady you had in your bed in less than a week, is being chased by another guy for over 18 months. If she sees a quality in you and falls for you, never stand anywhere and say she is CHEAP.
And to the ladies: The guy who lavishes on you never bought even a wristband for his ex. If you are lucky he's so much in love with you, don't think he's a fool.
Don't take him for GRANTED, Don't see any GUY to be a FOOL ,someone being good to you doesn't mean he is fool. Both should learn to appreciate!!!
Have I spoken well?
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