When one goes through it, we all go through it they say.
We've been having babies, our generation, and now we are going through the phase of, can I even stand this person I've had my babies with?
The answer lately is no with glimpses of yes.
Baby needs mother during the first phases of life and father in different ways.
Here is one perspective: You are an infant, take care of yourself.
Have we been and do we have the capability of nurturing the most vulnerable pieces of one another?
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Crosses
She said it was evident we were born into the A team and I think she had a point.
He did go Awol when we were kids.
His best friend sent an email about it.
He took us along with him and called me a psycho.
We went through it together.
They were our sunshine and our fun nights in the town.
It must have been a combination of the two of them.
She was the storm and he weathered it.
They had eyes for each other and brought out the best in us.
He was a veteran of the United States and her, like a veterinarian.
Year after year, steady as the sunshine they've been.
Yet they still manage to be all they can be.
They just began to discover one another as we begin to recognize who we are.
I look at their faces and experience the colors of the rainbow.
They've worn them all and blended together.
Mostly the red, white and blue.
Crosses.
Now he's wearing those instead of the little psycho.
And she defends like it wasn't even his position to begin with.
We watch like children and participate in the bliss and in the madness.
Being gently guided we ask questions about whether we should kneel or stand.
Deciding when we will that we should just trust.
The blood, sweat and tears of our lineage have given us life.
And through that, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Thank you for the memories that enrich the lives of so many.
He did go Awol when we were kids.
His best friend sent an email about it.
He took us along with him and called me a psycho.
We went through it together.
They were our sunshine and our fun nights in the town.
It must have been a combination of the two of them.
She was the storm and he weathered it.
They had eyes for each other and brought out the best in us.
He was a veteran of the United States and her, like a veterinarian.
Year after year, steady as the sunshine they've been.
Yet they still manage to be all they can be.
They just began to discover one another as we begin to recognize who we are.
I look at their faces and experience the colors of the rainbow.
They've worn them all and blended together.
Mostly the red, white and blue.
Crosses.
Now he's wearing those instead of the little psycho.
And she defends like it wasn't even his position to begin with.
We watch like children and participate in the bliss and in the madness.
Being gently guided we ask questions about whether we should kneel or stand.
Deciding when we will that we should just trust.
The blood, sweat and tears of our lineage have given us life.
And through that, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Thank you for the memories that enrich the lives of so many.
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
The Dragon
I told my son he and his father have their own secret language when they play video games because I don't really like to play those types of games. But I love when they talk to me about what they play.
Our son told me about a dragon in the video game he and his Dad were playing. I asked him what he does when he sees the dragon and his Dad says they shoot it. I questioned. What if it's a good dragon? His Dad says they just "shoot all of the bad off of the dragon so it can be happy". That makes sense. Sorta.
Our son told me about a dragon in the video game he and his Dad were playing. I asked him what he does when he sees the dragon and his Dad says they shoot it. I questioned. What if it's a good dragon? His Dad says they just "shoot all of the bad off of the dragon so it can be happy". That makes sense. Sorta.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
California
At a beach in California a few days after the last post.
Possibly a person with integrity.
I hope the light lifts you up and makes you feel blessed.
Possibly a person with integrity.
I hope the light lifts you up and makes you feel blessed.
Friday, May 18, 2018
When You Wear Me
Bare hug you till your buttons come off.
You push pull all of mine and then go mad.
Do you want me to chase you America?
Do you want me to want you like you want me?
Baby you are out of this country.
Come on home to Momma.
Steady and strong man how do you love me like you've known me forever?
Don't get me upset young man.
Look how you make me out like a junkie.
You put me on.
I love when you wear me.
Bank of America.
You push pull all of mine and then go mad.
Do you want me to chase you America?
Do you want me to want you like you want me?
Baby you are out of this country.
Come on home to Momma.
Steady and strong man how do you love me like you've known me forever?
Don't get me upset young man.
Look how you make me out like a junkie.
You put me on.
I love when you wear me.
Bank of America.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Somewhere
If you ever get the chance to look at things through the rainbow spectrum, consider yourself blessed. Rarely, so rare is the occasion someone comes across this seemingly imaginary pot of gold.
Suzie Sateri
Suzie Sateri
Euclid
She is gracious and kind.
She'll embrace you with warm arms and loving wings.
She knows what it's like to need a hug.
She'll give you a smile when you bring her some sunshine.
She will make your heart feel happy.
The fair lady locked up and wasn't exactly fair.
She resembled a spiritual ghost trying to find herself in the midst of her ruins.
Because when one goes through it, we all go through it.
Now she begins to extend her arms.
We watch her as she begins to heal like new skin on a birthday.
The strong by her side who don't necessarily love their life but believe it was meant to be lived.
And now, she looks through the eyes of more than just herself.
And she loves that window to the soul.
Suzie Sateri
She'll embrace you with warm arms and loving wings.
She knows what it's like to need a hug.
She'll give you a smile when you bring her some sunshine.
She will make your heart feel happy.
The fair lady locked up and wasn't exactly fair.
She resembled a spiritual ghost trying to find herself in the midst of her ruins.
Because when one goes through it, we all go through it.
Now she begins to extend her arms.
We watch her as she begins to heal like new skin on a birthday.
The strong by her side who don't necessarily love their life but believe it was meant to be lived.
And now, she looks through the eyes of more than just herself.
And she loves that window to the soul.
Suzie Sateri
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
I Am Him
"Please don't take music away from him", my brother says. I'm not sure if he even said that out loud or if that's just what I heard.
Since when did OBG become a man?
Google says I can't get paid for my blog with add sense if I have music videos and the like here because most of them are from different sources.
Since when did OBG become a man?
Google says I can't get paid for my blog with add sense if I have music videos and the like here because most of them are from different sources.
Bitch
I don't want to be such a bitch sometimes.
Then other times I think it's probably a good thing.
Healthy because it's just a part of life.
Then I watch Michael go into his beast modes and I laugh to myself (after the fact).
When I get in bad moods and feel like the biggest bitch on earth thinking about his beast modes makes me feel better about myself.
So he helps me a lot.
lol
I hope he lol's at this post instead of going into beast mode though.
Then other times I think it's probably a good thing.
Healthy because it's just a part of life.
Then I watch Michael go into his beast modes and I laugh to myself (after the fact).
When I get in bad moods and feel like the biggest bitch on earth thinking about his beast modes makes me feel better about myself.
So he helps me a lot.
lol
I hope he lol's at this post instead of going into beast mode though.
How
How did that make me feel? Like a beast.
My poor dog. She is limping so I gave her children's Tylenol.
My poor dog. She is limping so I gave her children's Tylenol.
Michael Says
Michael says I should write the letter for our new home as an outside voice. More of a we. I didn't know how.
My Voice
I don't know if I want to use my voice as much as I should because without my mom I sound like nails on a chalkboard.
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Pretty Momma
You're so pretty and what's so pretty about you is that you don't know how pretty you are.
Maybe sometimes you realize but probably not often enough.
I remember looking up at your face when I was a child.
You looked like the prettiest lady I could ever imagine.
When you smiled at me you touched my soul for a lifetime.
I loved you from that moment on.
I saw how much you loved me by the look on your face.
I remember the moment so well.
It was just like something from a movie.
You were dressed up so beautiful.
When I looked at you recently I realized who you are.
Because of that look.
Except it was a little bit different this time.
The smile on your face wasn't as big but it was just as genuine and heartfelt.
It was a really deep one that you worked hard for.
You had no idea how gorgeous you are.
Your skin looked as porcelain as a newborn baby.
The way your soul is so gentle shined through.
That's just how you are.
It's how you've always been.
You're so pretty to me Momma.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
Human Tendencies
Sometimes my babies show me who they are.
Sometimes my parents show me who they are.
My friends are starting to show me who they are.
Not my dogs though, those bitches.
Little by little, I'm learning about myself and others with a different perspective.
A brand new one sometimes.
Some bring out the best in me.
Some bring out the worst.
Some my crazy.
Some my sexy.
Good news, we're human.
I know you like it when I just type whatever is in my mind and on my heart even if it makes no sense at all.
I love that you encourage that type of work from me.
It's my favorite kind.
Just like you are. My favorite kind. My favorite cup of tea, my favorite donuts, my favorite coffee, my favorite conversation, my favorite laughter, my favorite smiles, my favorite babysitter, my favorite voice, my favorite.
Now come over and make fun of me about how chaotic my writing is.
Then look at my room, my wardrobe, my desk, my bed. Notice how consistent that chaos is.
Then laugh about it when you think about it because I know you will.
And just the thought of you smiling and laughing makes me feel happy.
Sometimes I just feel like sitting in the Trump towers and watching people.
Watching the gentlemen I so love.
Watching people watch us.
Watching people love.
Watching people.
Then just writing about it and looking at the chandeliers.
And thinking about the future, about the past and the present.
With my quiet observing eyes of a child.
Then coming home to my garden to watch the bluish purple butterflies circling the rose seeds I can't wait to see bloom.
I imagine how they will look.
How they will produce beauty that will inspire me to look as beautiful as them.
Maybe beautiful like a Japanese bell.
Sometimes my parents show me who they are.
My friends are starting to show me who they are.
Not my dogs though, those bitches.
Little by little, I'm learning about myself and others with a different perspective.
A brand new one sometimes.
Some bring out the best in me.
Some bring out the worst.
Some my crazy.
Some my sexy.
Good news, we're human.
I know you like it when I just type whatever is in my mind and on my heart even if it makes no sense at all.
I love that you encourage that type of work from me.
It's my favorite kind.
Just like you are. My favorite kind. My favorite cup of tea, my favorite donuts, my favorite coffee, my favorite conversation, my favorite laughter, my favorite smiles, my favorite babysitter, my favorite voice, my favorite.
Now come over and make fun of me about how chaotic my writing is.
Then look at my room, my wardrobe, my desk, my bed. Notice how consistent that chaos is.
Then laugh about it when you think about it because I know you will.
And just the thought of you smiling and laughing makes me feel happy.
Sometimes I just feel like sitting in the Trump towers and watching people.
Watching the gentlemen I so love.
Watching people watch us.
Watching people love.
Watching people.
Then just writing about it and looking at the chandeliers.
And thinking about the future, about the past and the present.
With my quiet observing eyes of a child.
Then coming home to my garden to watch the bluish purple butterflies circling the rose seeds I can't wait to see bloom.
I imagine how they will look.
How they will produce beauty that will inspire me to look as beautiful as them.
Maybe beautiful like a Japanese bell.
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
My Babies My Soul
Having a baby is something that is really exciting on both ends of the spectrum. What I mean by that is it's both nerve racking and heavenly. A baby, I like to think, is a gift of wisdom in a tiny little body. It's a human form of two people combined into one person. It's a gift to have the chance to observe wisdom in it's purest and truest form. Babies encourage all of us to be better people.
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