CooCooTheLooseScrew
06-16-2009, 10:14 PM
as we speak my son and daughter lay peacefully in there rooms... the reunion was beyond words... The price I paid today for the return of my heart and breath can not be measured by any earthly scale, nor can it be likened to any human experience that is not its exact. Would I again trod through the same torment, the same torcher, and the same gauntlet of unspeakable evil that I was forged in this very day, knowing what is awaiting my arrival?
The Answer: Everyday for the rest of my life, you fuk'n right I would.
"What's this?" She cradled gently, her spine lines the crease rising to my adjoined knees, her feet resting thoughtlessly, her heals whisking just above my hips as she aims and presses firmly like she's dialing a touch tone phone...
"My chinny chin chin" I reply with every single drop and instance of love on earth I have absorbed and been graced with as well as the fountain that is pouring from my very heart and soul into her own...Satisfied she begins to paint my face with her crystalline Caribbean blue majesty...She decidedly has found her mark...
"What's this?" Her head begins to swoon slightly East to West, her 5 inch Sandy Blonde Shirley Templed locks adhere slightly to her forehead giving them a rhythm not unlike how kelp or sea grass would dip and sway under the influence of a calm yet authoritive orchestrated set meeting the Big Sir cactus we call the coastline...
"My nosey nose" I exhale so gently it would rival the caress of a northbound breeze only known to the butte it has adjoined with but for a moment in the copper glazed high desert of Sedona...
"What's the matter?" Her deep glaciers seer into my simple and plain brown welling arroyo's that are beginning to know the taste of a long awaited monsoon in the most desolate Arches has to offer...The play has ended. She is now still, poised; leaning into me heals sunk into the crease between my low hips and the couch, eye to eye fixed in a gaze only rivaled by that of an Eastern Diamond Back half sunk into crisp foliage awaiting the arrival of small rabbit that is an inch from strike...
"Nothing...I just missed you so much"...I whispered into her and her alone...
"Meeee to daddy" She replied from her next breath so soft and sure as our words tumbled together like the words from freshly steeped green tea to autumn...
"What's this?" The music plays again as if the 1977 Barnum and Baily's circus just rolled into my living room...
"Well that's my cheekity cheek love"...You know that....
She's 2 years old.
as we speak my son and daughter lay peacefully in there rooms... the reunion was beyond words... The price I paid today for the return of my heart and breath can not be measured by any earthly scale, nor can it be likened to any human experience that is not its exact. Would I again trod through the same torment, the same torcher, and the same gauntlet of unspeakable evil that I was forged in this very day, knowing what is awaiting my arrival?
The Answer: Everyday for the rest of my life, you fuk'n right I would.
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Tommarow I will add to this my son, he is 3, and is far to serious a being for me to attempt what transpired between us this evening at this time... I am weary and in desperate need of rest. I will not do him or our love the injustice 72 hours of sleepless preperation, five and a half hours of the most brutal exhistance my life has expierienced, and the fatigue that has now set in after rejoiceing and wailing in the tornado of love and pain I have lived for the last 9 hours... I began scribing this at around 11pm...it's now 12:05 the morning of June 17th, 2009.
I will however say this:
"as we speak my son and daughter lay peacefully in there rooms... the reunion was beyond words... The price I paid today for the return of my heart and breath can not be measured by any earthly scale, nor can it be likened to any human experience that is not its exact. Would I again trod through the same torment, the same torcher, and the same gauntlet of unspeakable evil that I was forged in this very day, knowing what is awaiting my arrival?
The Answer: Everyday for the rest of my life, you fuk'n right I would."
One Love.
The Answer: Everyday for the rest of my life, you fuk'n right I would.
"What's this?" She cradled gently, her spine lines the crease rising to my adjoined knees, her feet resting thoughtlessly, her heals whisking just above my hips as she aims and presses firmly like she's dialing a touch tone phone...
"My chinny chin chin" I reply with every single drop and instance of love on earth I have absorbed and been graced with as well as the fountain that is pouring from my very heart and soul into her own...Satisfied she begins to paint my face with her crystalline Caribbean blue majesty...She decidedly has found her mark...
"What's this?" Her head begins to swoon slightly East to West, her 5 inch Sandy Blonde Shirley Templed locks adhere slightly to her forehead giving them a rhythm not unlike how kelp or sea grass would dip and sway under the influence of a calm yet authoritive orchestrated set meeting the Big Sir cactus we call the coastline...
"My nosey nose" I exhale so gently it would rival the caress of a northbound breeze only known to the butte it has adjoined with but for a moment in the copper glazed high desert of Sedona...
"What's the matter?" Her deep glaciers seer into my simple and plain brown welling arroyo's that are beginning to know the taste of a long awaited monsoon in the most desolate Arches has to offer...The play has ended. She is now still, poised; leaning into me heals sunk into the crease between my low hips and the couch, eye to eye fixed in a gaze only rivaled by that of an Eastern Diamond Back half sunk into crisp foliage awaiting the arrival of small rabbit that is an inch from strike...
"Nothing...I just missed you so much"...I whispered into her and her alone...
"Meeee to daddy" She replied from her next breath so soft and sure as our words tumbled together like the words from freshly steeped green tea to autumn...
"What's this?" The music plays again as if the 1977 Barnum and Baily's circus just rolled into my living room...
"Well that's my cheekity cheek love"...You know that....
She's 2 years old.
as we speak my son and daughter lay peacefully in there rooms... the reunion was beyond words... The price I paid today for the return of my heart and breath can not be measured by any earthly scale, nor can it be likened to any human experience that is not its exact. Would I again trod through the same torment, the same torcher, and the same gauntlet of unspeakable evil that I was forged in this very day, knowing what is awaiting my arrival?
The Answer: Everyday for the rest of my life, you fuk'n right I would.
____________________________________________________________
Tommarow I will add to this my son, he is 3, and is far to serious a being for me to attempt what transpired between us this evening at this time... I am weary and in desperate need of rest. I will not do him or our love the injustice 72 hours of sleepless preperation, five and a half hours of the most brutal exhistance my life has expierienced, and the fatigue that has now set in after rejoiceing and wailing in the tornado of love and pain I have lived for the last 9 hours... I began scribing this at around 11pm...it's now 12:05 the morning of June 17th, 2009.
I will however say this:
"as we speak my son and daughter lay peacefully in there rooms... the reunion was beyond words... The price I paid today for the return of my heart and breath can not be measured by any earthly scale, nor can it be likened to any human experience that is not its exact. Would I again trod through the same torment, the same torcher, and the same gauntlet of unspeakable evil that I was forged in this very day, knowing what is awaiting my arrival?
The Answer: Everyday for the rest of my life, you fuk'n right I would."
One Love.