A friend

Someone who can make you laugh out loud
at the silliest of things, and be just as goofy as you,
no matter your age.
There never are any biting words or disdainful remarks if
you are not practically perfect.
Watching a movie? Both thinking the same thing
and talking about it without a "Shhh!"
Someone who has a strong shoulder to cry on and wonderfully
wise words when you really need them.
Who can even make chores seem fun...
Who you hate to say goodbye to,
but look forward to saying hello as soon as you can.
A best friend seems like the other half of your smile.

kel

Funny

I had this one up for about 12 hours and then took it down. It seemed silly to play into
his snide little game. Today I changed my mind.  This is my take on the remarks he made regarding my blog on finally letting go. And no..I never  have visited to read it. I am quite sincere in saying that I have not visited your self congratulatory blog since the one  you posted that everybody jumped in on, followed by your wonderful new life entry.  You got what you wanted, and I personally don't care what you do or say anymore, you no longer a part of my life.  Since you keep reading my blogs, I guess the same cannot be said of you. Seems you are waiting for a response.. so here it is.


I find it funny how outraged you seemed after
getting what you have wanted since last year.
(I  do not ever visit your page, this was relayed to me.)

Did you not want me to dissolve my feelings?
Was it not yours and her cry for me to let go?
Move on?

I have done so, and now you cry foul.
Now you name call.
This is what you supposedly wanted me to do...

So I now  view this differently.
You got something from my pain.
You wanted me to suffer longer.
You are disappointed to no longer feed off me wailing and crying for you.
Sorry..not going to happen anymore..

You have one very weird-ass ego.

I do not want you back.
In my opinion, you gave away good for bad,
no matter how much you shout otherwise.
You are cycling backwards.
Returning to what was with someone new.

That is not my problem any longer.
For all your posturing...and crying "Old??!"
Good luck with that.

Time does not stop for anyone.
It is a self deception to think that
you are a youngster, or gaining that with someone else
younger than me.
Wish away..pretend all you want.

Funny.
To me you always seemed older,
In your body, your heart, and
in your soul...
I don't think that has changed simply because you
changed partners.

Self deception...
You got it.
A vampire ego?
Feeding off pain,
You got that too.

Just in case you have
a problem noticing,
I am not your other ex.

I am not going to chase after you
as she has done for the past 10 years

Wanting all that trouble back?
So not my thing.
.
You got it and you can keep it.
I'm finished with fighting battles
over someone so very undeserving.

In my heart I know that "I"
am worth more than what
you traded me for.
For that matter,
I am worth a million times more than
the other loosely called women
you chased before her while you
were with me.

You can "Blather" all you want as well.

AS for name calling:
 You--already arthritic, soon to be prostate challenged,
always in a mid-life crisis, so without honor, momentarily disabled cheater...you.
If I had a pie I'd throw that too.

I think I put that quite well,
K

Spring awakening

Forest covered hills, the trees blurring into a soft
brown haze, now hold hints of green.
Skies the soft pale blue of springtime;
the sun much warmer each day.
Happy trumpet faces of bright golden
daffodils sway and sing in the soft breezes.
Where ever you gaze there is a promise,
the renewal and lightness of spring.
Color and life slowly waking,
being reborn, and sharing the joy.

K~*

Free

Free.
Eyes closed, spinning with arms open to
the sky, head tilted back.
Giddy silliness, the world gone topsy turvy
when I peek open to see, it whirls around
like drunken foolishness.
The moon never shone so bright,
nor the sun's glow seemed so beautiful, each ray
escaping through clouds, strikingly golden
an arrow of light reaching the earth..
Refreshed, smiling, the wind ghosts my hair
into abstract art, strands lifting with a life of their own,
but I don't mind.
Breathing deeply, refreshed, with a loud
sigh, slipping through my smile.
The bars are bent back, I have escaped my
past...Welcome to
Free.

k