Howdy Ghost fans…
Long time no chat…Memorial Day has come and gone….one of my biggest personal regrets..not having served. Had the opportunity, but couldn’t pull the trigger on it because of the kids. With my ability to learn new languages, the opportunity to go the the Defense Language School in Monterey would have been amazing.
(The view in Monterey!)
(F*ck THAT!!! No thank you.)
Anyway, a big thanks to those who’ve served and especially to the families of those who are gone. And a giant f*ck you to anyone who ever has or thought about protesting a service man or woman’s funeral. Seriously…I will stop my car and whip your ass if I see you doing this. We’ll see if y’all truly are pacifists.
(Yeah! You sumbitches. You’ve been warned. If I see this sh*t in my neighborhood, I’m taking out the trash.)
(Much love to these guys. Lots of flags and loud pipes to mask the Retard Demonstrations.)
Not sure what to do with my life. I only ever seem to get one…sometimes two areas of my life together, and the rest falls apart. Work seems to be going well. Socially, have a few women hollering at me….but, I’m just not feeling it….can’t seem to get on the same page with the mothers of my kids…ever. So, I’m missing out on time with the kids, which really is about the only thing that ever puts a smile on my face.
So, I’m going to let Pathos take the wheel today and do some of his creative writing crap. Currently my damn hands are fighting me pretty good with the typing….more doctor’s appointments. Hopefully they can do something to help me out with this crap.
It’s so damn hard to talk to you
A great deal of what you say is right
But so much is completely amiss
Your confusion is understood
Your hatred expected
Your forgiveness, is for all I wish
I can’t deny the things I’ve said
I can’t undo the things I did
But who I was, is no longer who I am
Expending so much time
Hating all that was
Rehashing every sin
Forcing the replays til I’m numb
I spent so much time loving
Who I thought you were
While you hoped and prayed
To be with, who I might become
From the fairy tale pictures
In front of that castle
To that familiar curve of your hips
From the fists in my face
To the dishes I ducked
To the caress of my cheek with your finger tips
I wish I could fix it
Make all the pain go away
But fairy tales don’t happen
While horror stories, so true
So here I sit powerless
Waiting for the next loop to replay
Working to get better each day
Trying to appear different to you
This is my fate
Your never ending hate
Convicted…sentenced and damned
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Ghost out…
