He smses at the start of the day and at the end,
just before I go to bed.
He calls me almost everyday............
inciting a riot in my head
me against myself
mailing me birthday presents
he's wearing me out

He called out of the blue
after almost two months of silence
with an invitation
how could I refuse
I am forgiving

He messaged to say
he'd like to fly over for my birthday
I don't think He's had enough of me
he warned me inadvance he might not make it
i think it's
I'm not flying on the 20th of apirl to see you
I'm not coming to spend your birthday with you at 5:30 pm
near hard rock cafe.....

everyone said something except him.....

K sent me this
An American journalist came to Afghanistan to see the state of western reforms. He was extremely disturbed to see the women still walk behind man and not together.
He interviewed one of the leading woman and asked her the reason why women in Afghanistan still walk behind men.

The woman artfully responded, "Land Mines".

He seemed almost surprised I stayed with him
doesn't he know I'd be with him
in any line anywhere for any length of time,
and wouldn't care about the sun rain or hail
or even bombs exploding in the air,
just for the simple fact that he was there and I was there
that we were there...together...


"Learning is finding out what you already know."
(RichardBach)
haven't you learnt me yet?

I stood there shielded from the sweltering Sun
by your beautiful face...
I looked up and you smiled down at me
and I forgot about the length of the line, the time gone by
the heat everything faded into just you and me
I finally understood
"The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it."
(Richard Bach)

the ice cream commercial on TV said
"PLEASURE UP"

and so I did
with a little help from him
And he sang to me...
already way into the week
he continues to bring me
pleasure of another kind
"Fight Club" novelist Chuck Palahniuk's "DIARY"
which despite stinking reviews online
I'm still enjoying...
feeding my twisted dark self
that can "make mean anything"
and consoling the self that's craving for
"Flowers and Christmas lights ... what we're programmed to love."

Then he says "We have no scar to show for happiness"
and I disagree
I have happy scars all over me

Women are like apples on trees.The best ones are at the top of the tree.Most men don't want to reach for the good onesbecause they are afraid of falling and gettinghurt. So, instead, they sometimes take theapples from the ground that aren't as good,but easy to reach. The apples at the top thinksomething is wrong with them, when in reality,they're amazing. They just have to wait forthe right man to come along, the one who isbrave enough to climb all the way to the topof the tree.Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine.They begin as grapes, and it's up to womento stomp the shit out of them until theyturn into something acceptable to havedinner with.
PS you're the apple at the top of the tree....
(that's what he said to me)