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Post Date: May 1, 2006Post Time: 2:57 am
Mood:
DB-Crush of the week-Are we related....
This is the rpemier of my third column called "Are we related?" It is the column where I update on my latest family escapades/ I love my family very much. I have two brothers one 33 and one 36. both married with kids. My brother Clint is a teacher and my brother brian works for an Equal Exchange coffee distributor. Thus he is often encouraged to visit my neck of the woods with little notice. So tonight he showed up on my doorstep after a long meeting with the Noise for the Meeting Crew (We are one month away from the 6 day festival, don't cha know) anyways. We have had a long night we are drunk and we realize that is was 3 years ago tha m mom passed away. a few days before her June 2nd birthday. And this is the poem we think of. the poem that reminds of of the stubborn woman that fought the reality of what ravaged her body:Dylan ThomasDo Not Go Gentle Into That Good NightDo not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.We also talked about my brandparents who appeared only at the end of mom's life. They were severly religious and in my mom's confused and morphine dreched state, she went steadfast to Jesus. After a rather agnostic upbringing, this shocked us both. But in each of our own ends, we must delve deap into our ID. Farther down than anything we reveal to family or even maybe ourselves. This is where we find our hapiness as we pass. At least as I could see. And though my granparents brought religion deep into the house, I realized this. My mom did not necessarily care what God felt. She just wanted the approval of her parent. For the to whisper into her ear, 'We are proud of you you did a great job. Let go knowing the approval you always sought is yours'. it brings me piece knowing that a woman who had a hard deaqth found some hapiness at the end. Hapiness we could never give her.Deep enough. My brother and I agree on women usually. He has often dating the women I crush on 2-3 years after I fall in love with them. tonight at Karaoke ade sang Berlin's "Take My Breath away" And i was reminded of where I lost my slow song virginity. Int he basement of Ricky Kobyashi's farmhouse with Tracy Lopez. I fell in love with her and had my heart broken. such a pattern to start. 6 years later Brian dated her for a year. that was sort of messed up.
Crush two: brian and I agreed the blond short curvy girl at Hot Mamas pizza was bangining. thus once again proving these two scorpios think alike and are both boob men. So dam predectable, eh? Well grrrr... to all of my sexy-ass friends and those who are red-deaded and who will soon own a portrait of a cheetah butt, an ectra grrrrrrrr!
Heart,jeffrey
Mood:
DB-Crush of the week-Are we related....
This is the rpemier of my third column called "Are we related?" It is the column where I update on my latest family escapades/ I love my family very much. I have two brothers one 33 and one 36. both married with kids. My brother Clint is a teacher and my brother brian works for an Equal Exchange coffee distributor. Thus he is often encouraged to visit my neck of the woods with little notice. So tonight he showed up on my doorstep after a long meeting with the Noise for the Meeting Crew (We are one month away from the 6 day festival, don't cha know) anyways. We have had a long night we are drunk and we realize that is was 3 years ago tha m mom passed away. a few days before her June 2nd birthday. And this is the poem we think of. the poem that reminds of of the stubborn woman that fought the reality of what ravaged her body:Dylan ThomasDo Not Go Gentle Into That Good NightDo not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.We also talked about my brandparents who appeared only at the end of mom's life. They were severly religious and in my mom's confused and morphine dreched state, she went steadfast to Jesus. After a rather agnostic upbringing, this shocked us both. But in each of our own ends, we must delve deap into our ID. Farther down than anything we reveal to family or even maybe ourselves. This is where we find our hapiness as we pass. At least as I could see. And though my granparents brought religion deep into the house, I realized this. My mom did not necessarily care what God felt. She just wanted the approval of her parent. For the to whisper into her ear, 'We are proud of you you did a great job. Let go knowing the approval you always sought is yours'. it brings me piece knowing that a woman who had a hard deaqth found some hapiness at the end. Hapiness we could never give her.Deep enough. My brother and I agree on women usually. He has often dating the women I crush on 2-3 years after I fall in love with them. tonight at Karaoke ade sang Berlin's "Take My Breath away" And i was reminded of where I lost my slow song virginity. Int he basement of Ricky Kobyashi's farmhouse with Tracy Lopez. I fell in love with her and had my heart broken. such a pattern to start. 6 years later Brian dated her for a year. that was sort of messed up.
Crush two: brian and I agreed the blond short curvy girl at Hot Mamas pizza was bangining. thus once again proving these two scorpios think alike and are both boob men. So dam predectable, eh? Well grrrr... to all of my sexy-ass friends and those who are red-deaded and who will soon own a portrait of a cheetah butt, an ectra grrrrrrrr!
Heart,jeffrey
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