You Make It Right

 

YOU MAKE IT RIGHT

Cold days feel warmer.

Rainy days shine a little sunnier.

Do I peer Keenly through rose-colored glasses?

Yes, I do so gladly, for your

heart is so pure,

so radiant

I need a filter!

No problem I encounter is

too small that you do not Share concern.

My children you regard with the

same care you shower

on your loves.

How could I have spent years

convinced I was wHole when I was mere half?

You bring to my life riches I never knew

could be given and given

with such generosity;

Generosity of

thought,

of spirit,

of soul,

of love.

– debi

For you, KSH

Quiet Lost: Chapter 12

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.

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Quiet Lost

Chapter 12

Monday night, September 14


Brad tore out of the driveway in the direction the Escalade had headed.  If he was right, good ol’ suave-guy from the bar was driving that SUV.  He hammered the steering wheel again and again with the side of his fist, rocking back and forth, slamming his head and back against the seat.  He screamed, “I am such a FUCK-UP; WHY, WHY didn’t I come back earlier – just a few minutes?”  He let out a large breath and said softly, “I shouldn’t have come to Boulder.” Continue reading

Always, Never

ALWAYS, NEVER

 

Let him go,

Always let him go.

Suffer edict; irresistible you will be.

You love him more,

More than you believe he will ever.

Days and nights pass,

Seasons, years may pass;

the day

Will dawn;

His path determined – unable to let you go.

You will know, you will KNOW –

Do the winds direct?

Are you ready?

If so,

It’s time,

Time to dive into the Abyss,

Both feet, hands,

More so the heart and head.

Never look back, never doubt;

He will KNOW and treasure you the more;

Up or down, bad and good.

The love you give

Will be but a shred,

A mere star in the galaxy of his ardor.

Never look back, never doubt.

 

 

Silently taught by you, Mom and Dad;

Lived by me,

Passed down to Russell and Rachel

 

– debi

Quiet Lost: Chapter 10

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.

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Quiet Lost

Chapter 10

Monday 6:30pm, September 14

Neil hung Brad’s keys on the key rack. When I wake in the morning, maybe MY keys will be here. He cut short a laugh, closed his eyes and shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. Continue reading

Beauty

BEAUTY


It’s not about eyes kohled and mascaraed;

It’s about eyes on fire with fun and laughter,

Sparks flying.

It’s not about dimples,

But smiles so deep as to create the illusion of.

Smiles of love

And kinship born of years;

Early life years enveloped in tender teasing,

Profound caring hidden in gruff phrases,

Tosses in the air

Rewarded by peels of irresistible giggles.

Now, the young girl is woman, miraculously

Beautiful;

Beauty manifest in kindness, alertness,

Deep thoughtfulness.

Your father no longer afoot, but winged,

You willingly shoulder a bit of what rough old friends miss –

Quick wit, endorphin-inspiring stings soaked in affection –

You continue a corner of his Legend.

Our eyes cannot leave you;

We steal long, lingering gazes when you’re tuned to another.

We are all drawn to you;

Irresistibly fascinated,

Longing to stay in the warmth,

The vibrancy that is you.


 

Inspired by Rach,

Claud Wayne and Larry

on

December 17, 2010

 

-debi

Quiet Lost: Chapter 8

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.

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Quiet Lost

Chapter 8

Sunday 4:00 a.m., September 13


Neil walked down a long hall leaving the bowels of the Boulder jail and stepped into the front lobby – no announcement, no custodian, just his release papers.  Continue reading

Quiet Lost: Chapter 7

Quiet Lost is a story of betrayal, murder, love and lost love.  It will require several chapters to tell Neil’s story.


Quiet Lost

Chapter 7

Saturday night, September 12

Neil slid under the covers trying to not wake Samantha.  She snuggled close to him, breath quiet and steady.

Sleep would be elusive.  He concentrated on slow breathing, hoping to bring his pulse down to a normal range.  He was furious with Brad and furious with himself that he allowed Brad to disrupt his family’s life with his sordid habits.

But which was stronger: his anger or exhilaration?  Continue reading

How To Ruin A Relationship

We go to the trouble of finding a mate who is enough different from us to create a complimentary relationship, and then we work hard to sculpt them to our image – this phenomenon is called “The Pygmalion Project”.

We each have a particular aim in life, which, of course, is so important to us that we feel all other persons, especially our mates, should share our desires.  The Artisan’s basic search in life is for exciting sensations; the Guardian’s is social and economic security; the Idealist’s is personal identity; the Rational’s is useful knowledge.  Continue reading