History#6

It has been suggested to me that text messaging is a form of literature that ought to be helped along. I’m somewhat ambivalent on the subject but will submit the next day’s texting between me and Ell as a discussion point.
5/11/17 (I’m the thread on the right)(Ed note: the html is defeating me, sorry.)


 

They come in all sizes and shapes.
They live in the past but are found in the future.
Unwelcome are many, but shaken if gone.
Too many is a number too small for how many to have.

Hmmmm, reads like an enigma wrapped in a poem. You’ve done it again! (heart)

 

Hmmmm, they are being formed as we type. Memories.

Indeed.
I love making memories with you.

 

Bet you’ve never had a woman say that to you. (smily) Or maybe..

I’ve made love and I’ve made memories but usually the narration has been turned off.

 

But alas you are correct. You make my memories pale to the present.

Well, get ready for an unbroken stream of consciousness, with some comfortable, book-reading silences thrown in for good measure, along with the delightfully therapeutic hair-twirling.

 

I remember the future you promise. But do I remember fact or fiction?

It’s fiction until we live it into the present. Then? It becomes our story.

 

And truly should we fear the convergence of past and future? Won’t we explode?

There’s no fear here. Only love. (heart)

 

And no, you won’t explode.

Ah love will protect us from becoming tomato juice on the walls.

 

Then count me in.

Now THERE’S a visual I won’t easily forget.

 

Love is your protection. Your sword and shield held against any enemy. That would make a good epitaph. He made strong memories and tomato juice.

And, as if it couldn’t get any better this morning, it’s raining.

 

Hahaha!

Lover’s explode.

 

Yes. And Lovers Unite!

Gotta give a shout out to auto-correct there. She almost allowed me to send “Livers unite!” Whew.

 

I’m fighting my machine. I want to type the word for those who do physics but I can’t get it spelled.

Too early. Too late. Too bad. Don’t hesitate.

 

And it just keeps coming…like a wave.

Livers unite, right after you suck out my kidneys. You have a gruesome place.

 

Welcome to my dungeon! Hahahahahaha!!!

I’m afraid, very afraid.

 

What other Dr. Jekyll do you know who cries?

Ha. You should be. Why do you think I do not fear bringing you straight to my web, er, home?

 

But I shouldn’t worry, I see crumbs of sugar words leading to your door.

 

You’re safe with me my pretty…

What could go wrong?

 

Is that organ music I hear?

 

No, it’s my maniacal laughter. (scrunch face)

Kidney, liver, organ music, get that?
hahahahaha.

 

You don’t have to kill me, I do it to myself.

Hahahahaha! Then make that two of us! (two crying faces)

 

As in, you kill me too.

How’d we go from love and memories to Hannibal Lechter?

 

Ok, I think I have enough material to go back to dreaming. Bye Jeanie.

Sleep well. (sleepy face)

 

Genie

Gene’s unite.

 

Jeans delight

Unzipped

 

Mother’s fright.

Tight lipped

 

Handy in a pool.

Or was that randy in a pool?

 

I hate it when I misplace Randy.

Maybe he’s the handyman.

 

Screw the handyman. I’m the hero of this memory.

Yes dear. Yes, you are. Red cape and all.

 

Super. May your Tims be tiny today.

While he violently flails, I mean tiptoes through my tulips?

 

Nite nite. (sleepy face)

Oh, I’m back to afraid.

 

“Be not afraid”, said the Angel.

Ukuleles are not the instrument to go to sleep with.

 

Might as well be playing bagpipes.

At least I didn’t refer to you in the Scrooge sense.

 

With that part about past, present, and future.

You just can’t put me down, can you?

 

Yes, you are out witting a not wit.

You are going to make me say it, aren’t you?

 

I’m laying in bed pretending my head is in your lap and you’re twirling my hair…

“Say what?” she asks shyly.

 

Lays, you can’t have just one.

My point exactly!

 

You’re killing me.

“Yahpo, you’re killing me.”

 

Just remember, I’m your safe place to land when you fall.

Grave diggers unite.

 

Or is that clam diggers?

No, no clams for me. Mollusk and salt don’t go together.

 

Bleh. Me either.

And with that pretty face, I must be off.

 

(sleepy face) Lookit that. Only 90ish minutes have elapsed.

Time for coffee (coffee cup)

 

Chow.

Mornin’! Have a thankful Thursday. I am grateful for your sense of humor, your ability to get me to see things from a wildly different perspective and for your poetry. Especially the poetry. (sleepy face) I can’t wait until Saturday. Two more sleeps…

 

You are welcome, but remember, you created this monster.

I just encouraged the monster. He’s pretty cooperative. (smiley face)

 

No, no. You are the enabler. I’d still be in some small fishing village, but not for you.

Haha. A topic for tonight. (smiley face)

 

Remember movie night. I disappear at 5:30.

Ohhh yeah. So we probably won’t talk tonight. I have an appointment at 4:30.

 

The record is broken. The crowd shakes their head.

Nooooo!!

 

Sure, you’ll probably even ask for a refund.

That’s it. I’m NOT letting the record be broken simply because I have an appointment. I’m calling!

 

Ears perk up. Is the champ moving?

Yep. Expect one from the road at 4:20. (clenchy face)

 

Breath is drawn in. The crowd quivers with anticipation.

You can be my roadie.

 

Road kill, you say. Gee I’m flattered.

Be ready, love.

Entertainment#6

I will write a poem to memorialize this snow drive, making it the third in a series. The first is in the first blog entry. Following is the second.

Title: September Snow
Nice try Blow Hard.
I bet you thought, with a few days till Fall
You would catch me unaware.
But it’s not like I didn’t have some warning.
When I got out for gas, my t-shirt
Did nothing to stop your icy fingers
From grabbing my heart.
Not fair, that heart had just been on fire.
New girlfriends do that.
It was pretty clever of you to cover
That “Low Visibility Area” sign
With blowing snow.
And you did pick your spot pretty well.
Brand new road without striping.
Bridges actually freezing before the road.
And I had no studs for defense.
Except, of course, the one behind the wheel.
Did you take it as a defeat
That no crash happened?
Or, is this a cat and mouse game?
Yes, we will meet again.

History#5

Sorry about #4, I got it fixed.
So, let me race a little. Remember, the first one of a day is sent at 4:06am.

5/4/2017
A wink
A nod
A smile
A prod
A breath
A start
A push
A heart
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5/5/2017
Tenacious grip
Impressive strength
Gathered energy
Elegant movement
Regal bearing

Tiger

Ell’s childhood nickname is Tiger. The above poem is called an “acrostic”, a poem where the first letter of each lines spell out something. The best one I have ever seen is “Alice’s Poem” by Lewis Carroll.

5/6/2017
No P in tree
No P in cave
No P in sea
No P in wave
No P in flee
No P in brave
No P in see
No P in crave
No P this way
No P that way
No P next way
No P sad
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5/6/2017
However, when dealing with experimental theater,
You always run the risk of bombing.
No nets.
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5/6/2017
No by gawd, he’s an actor.
He can be anything.
I, however, can only be myself.
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5/6/2017
Thespians unite.
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5/6/17
Did the bubbles bounce beautifully on the breeze?
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5/7/17
Time is short.
5/7/17
If the sun is in the sky, I think about you.
If the moon is in the sky, I think about you.
If my head is on a pillow, I think about you.
I must be thinking about you, my heart is pounding.
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5/8/17
Treasure (more stanzas need to be added)
It’s everywhere, but usually unseen.
It’s thought heavy, but mostly light.
It’s buried deep, but usually pristine.
It’s well guarded, but quite a sight.
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5/9/17
The Face Off
One is radiant, pale in setting, ever changing.
One is radiant, touched by gold ever praising.
One illuminates, looking down, easing paths.
One educates, looking up easing math.
Worship one, arms outstretched, distant fading.
Love one, arms around, close relating.
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5/9/17
Ah, patience, that virtue you slay at your own peril
And sleep for some is not sleep for all.
For I must right now and you must not.
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5/10/17
Searching around the corner.
Looking up over the hill.
Chasing after the summer.
Find it, I wonder if she will.

Effort should be expended.
Don’t accept going downhill.
Plans should be implemented.
Find it, I wonder if she will.

Understanding within reach.
Exploding with such a thrill.
Incorporate we beseech.
Find it, I wonder if she will.

 

History#4

On 5/3/2017, writing to Ell

Go away,
You're bothering me.
How come every day I have to clean up after you?
Night after night.
I have things to do.
Go away.
Really, sleep is not that important.
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USA US A US a. They are cheering for you, me and a Canadian.

Did I mention that this is a LDR (long distance relationship).
She had a great profile. We exchanged a few emails and then progressed to texting and phoning. In fact, I have decided to do something “cute”. Anyone who knows me knows I am not a morning person. She is. 4:06am her dog pushes her nose into her face. So I have decided to compose something at the end of my day, type it into my phone, set my alarm for 4:05am, wake up and hit send.
Yes! Scores points.