I’ve joined a dating website called “Christian Matchmaker” and this came to me and I wanted to share
I like to compare relationships to a jigsaw puzzle. Finding the corners first and then the straight edged to connect the corners. Sometimes the pieces are blue sky and it takes a little longer to piece them together. Others have enough definition to piece them together quickly.
Now you meet someone that at first glance seems to be a good candidate but then you learn that there’s a lot of blue sky . Now it’s harder to put the puzzle together because he or she is just frustrated and it’s complicated. Do you stay and take on the challenge and try to help put together the blue sky or do you walk away? The people that stay and who are willing to understand that it gives a better picture of the puzzle start to develop a new relationship. Others who don’t sometimes end up stepping into a relations**t (Poop).
That’s Pete and myself 20 years ago.
Today I walked the rail alone, because Pete had to ride.
It was a beautiful coach and everything;
He always looked his best in his dress blues.
It was a beautiful spring morning then too.
The ground was soft that morning and fruitful;
The worms we got were huge and the trout ate em up.
Almost as big as the ones crawling out from under that tarp.
I brought this picture today to remember important things.
Pete’s sacrifice is obvious and full of meaning.
What’s not so obvious is that
Pete greased the last three feet of that rail.
Sunshine blue skies please go away
The girl has found another and gone away.
With her went my future my life is filled with gloom
So day after day I stay locked up in my room.
I know to you, it might sound strange but I wish it would rain,
‘Cause so badly I wanna go outside
But everyone knows that a man ain’t supposed to cry
Listen, I gotta cry ’cause crying eases the pain,
Oh yeah, people this hurt I feel inside.
Words could never explain, I just wish it would rain.
Day in day out my tear-stained face
Pressed against the window pain,
My eyes search the skies desperately for rain,
Cause rain-drops will hide my tear -drops
And no one will ever know that I’m crying,
Crying when I go outside.
To the world outside my tears,
I refuse to explain, oh I wish it would rain,
Let it rain, let it rain.
I need rain to disguise the tears in my eyes.
Oh, let it rain.
I’m a man and I got my pride
Til’ it rains I’m gonna stay inside and let it rain.
Permission to hope Difficulties to overcome Baggage or ballast I think I have none Potential ecstasy Earth placenta? Or gardener of earth Faustian Impulse? Dealing with the devil in the dirt Out of the domain of the One Into obsessive center of the other Nothing lasts Everything fades Obsessive center Ego is destroying us It’s dissolving boundaries Representing a point of view Is this the beginning Of their naked separation?
Nothing stands out more than a man that’s been used The shuffle in his walk, his shoulders rounded and his chin to his chest In some cases you’ll hear the sobbing a block away Even after he found out he begged her to stay
The sharpie colored circles under his bloodshot eyes That dart here and there looking for a trace of what may be Instead watching everything around him just crumbling away Hoping in his heart of hearts she really wanted to stay
Finally it dawned on him from his old flame that still cared She hated to see my blinded heart of the witch’s intent Two times the pain reminding me I pushed my old flame away When I would have been happier if I had asked her to stay
They won’t go away… they stray The drusen scatter at will Almost sperm shaped always going up Leaving a tail in their wake
The madness doesn’t end when I close my eyes Some days they’re awash in the picture… hiding Other days it is all I can see Then it’s drusen to dust and back again
Then in the background.. white noise Always there, very loud or just a whisper Tinnitus sometimes sings me a song in the background Or the voices come and go through the noise
They’re all on the fringe taunting me trying to put the sounds together Like the noise an old tape makes at the end of a song Their voices are their just beyond my comprehension The songs I can put a beat to but sound is just the orchestra tuning
Now let me go… Some days, tapping my feet and humming along I’m just content Trapped inside but safe… Watching the blue sky and enjoying the music video
Tear filled ink pot satisfies the poet’s quill Flooding the scroll, reaching for reasoning Searching for tomorrow’s love? The mage enters and dust rolls from underfoot Settling onto the tear etched scroll. Coming into view the combined Dust and tears predicting the future The poet rolls the scroll up quickly Nothing good comes of this Opening doors of false discernment The mage’s dust corrupts