GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
6-16-17 ![]() I couldn't put it into words so I spoke with my hands and I built us this home we'd be happy at anywhere... me, the strong and silent type and you, the smart and sensible one. It took us years of love and loss and work but little did we know that it would give us so much more than we ever put in and after all is accounted for... look at what we've got! Not a house, not a home, but it's our little world where we've grown to be more than just "me an' you"; we're us. Always. Bigger than we imagined and everything we've faced... and I still don't have the words but we've given each other the world. What else would we need? |
6-16-17 ![]() We're gonna die from the inside. Each letter in the chemical is toxic; we're growing alphabets and ingesting sentences that would doom lesser species. But what are we supposed to hate? More and more and more? I don't win for getting to breathe the same air that blows the bees and the government wants to tax with pollutants and bombs and a myriad of complex neurotransmissions meant to stem diseases at the cost of newer, unnamed ones. And if you think that's a mouthful don't hold your breath; just because it sounds important, that doesn't make it right. We're gonna die from the inside anyway, just so we're clear, but it's everything on the everything on the outside that starts our processional process. Just so we're clear. |