more of the... and a poem
This is an odd poem about an odd habit I have. In one of my romantic sprits that I seem to have I have developed this habit of kissing my hand at night and touching the wall, the wall that happens to be right behind my beds headrest, that faces Spain. Well here a poem about it. Written in the middle of political rage that I usually get when I watch Fox News on Sunday morning. Arrrrrrrruuuuuuggggggggg I’m both angry and passionate at the same time. But I don’t think María would have it any other way
The wall behind your head in bed where you laid
Where stories made
You where there, I stare, I look
Your hair made sensations that I took in
Slow only to remember them till we meet again
As if I could ever forget them
I know I wont
Cause who could ever forget you
The wall behind your head in bed where you laid
Where stories made
I give to the dreams I have of you
I do it almost as a habit
Over and over even in my sleep; keep you in my mind
As if I could ever forget you
I know I wont
Cause who could forget to build a wall
Funny thought came into my mind. If aliens came down to earth with no knowledge of American politics, they would call the republican party of the past 5 years the liberal party and the democrats the conservative party. My reasoning is one, republican want people emotional about things, making decisions with out reasoning or thought, their into heavy spending without thought and mindless tax cuts. The democrats are into full, head on, to the letter following of the law, being financially conservative about spending, keeping government institutions and traditions in tacked, and states rights. Oh my goodness!!!
Funny stuff
Though the rant will continue in my head forever, I think I will spare you good people for a while. I’m not that concerned. I’m trying to get up out of this country before it self-destructs any way. Europe seems nice…
“ It doesn’t matter if we lie, even if were lie to them and they know it, as long as they think we are good Christians”
The wall behind your head in bed where you laid
Where stories made
You where there, I stare, I look
Your hair made sensations that I took in
Slow only to remember them till we meet again
As if I could ever forget them
I know I wont
Cause who could ever forget you
The wall behind your head in bed where you laid
Where stories made
I give to the dreams I have of you
I do it almost as a habit
Over and over even in my sleep; keep you in my mind
As if I could ever forget you
I know I wont
Cause who could forget to build a wall
Funny thought came into my mind. If aliens came down to earth with no knowledge of American politics, they would call the republican party of the past 5 years the liberal party and the democrats the conservative party. My reasoning is one, republican want people emotional about things, making decisions with out reasoning or thought, their into heavy spending without thought and mindless tax cuts. The democrats are into full, head on, to the letter following of the law, being financially conservative about spending, keeping government institutions and traditions in tacked, and states rights. Oh my goodness!!!
Funny stuff
Though the rant will continue in my head forever, I think I will spare you good people for a while. I’m not that concerned. I’m trying to get up out of this country before it self-destructs any way. Europe seems nice…
“ It doesn’t matter if we lie, even if were lie to them and they know it, as long as they think we are good Christians”