Monday, September 12, 2011

" A Lion untamed "

My heart wasn’t in it, Later it was found crushed under all that was in the pile. There was no chance for repair. Young love can be hurt so easily and with out much effort. Most of the time you don’t even know what you are doing to those that you love. If you were to keep your mouth closed, you would never be wrong.

One small thing you should know ( if you become aware that there is a problem soon enough) you can have the marraige annulled !

Love is not something that everyone has, you need to have feelings for another. person. Along with that, comes trust, happiness and kindness. When someone is thirsty, offer them a cool drink and if they are tired, a place to rest. Never promise what you can not give. But be willing to share all that you have.

Beauty is found every where, all you have to do is look! You won’t find it in a Church! If you do not understand, ask again! Open your heart and let the treasures flow in and out. Hear the music that is playing, feel the warmth that is all around you. Take my hand in yours and let us feel it together.

I call her Peggy and my children call her Mom. Her children and grandchildren are what makes the world beautiful and a joy of life. She swings at me but I never see it coming as it always comes from behind. There is some evil that shows in her eyes and the fire there can burn you or scorch your hair. She hasn’t carried a gun or a knife for some years, but she has other ways to keep you in line or to make you kneel before her. Yes, I am still scarred of her. She said: If I were to die first, she would dig me up and let me have it again. The Devil, she is not but she could take over anytime and not miss a beat.

As for me, I have only made one mistake since we married, That was the day I said: “I DO” Mother told me, and I should have listen to her, ‘she was right’. It is a lot easier living with an old mule and a toothless cat. It has been said: if you have money you buy all the happiness you want, not just once, but every day, eight days a week.

I think I can smell something burning, The witch of North Seventh has set the key board on fire. Have to run and call 911. Yeah, I am in the old Dog house again.

By: Ben R


Sept. 12, 2011

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