Recipe: A Summer Smudge

Ingredients

1 cup of peanut butter
Tspn of Vanilla Extract
5-6 shakes of cinnomon

Directions:

Mix them all up in a bowl.  Microwave for ten seconds.  Alternative: Add  2 tspns of honey and 1/2 cup of milk for a smoother and sweeter taste. 

Slice a french bread roll and spread the sweet delight on for a snack with risque and unique flavor.

Happy

Sunrise to sunset no room to fret or fear.  The future turns and rolls over in circles over a hot surface that burns.  Belong to a routine of what you have created if you know what I mean. Living wet and crumbled missing what you left.  You think what you say is nothing when all you say is something.

Dig into that or dig into that. Where is it taking you if your words are watery and sword fiery.  Imagine her deeper as she holds his hand and you can't let go the thought ignites.  His piercing dark green eyes are now a blessing in disguise.  You see him in your sunrise, you dream him in your sunset.  You piece him in your imagination and once just a selection now a fascination.

Nails to flesh, shards of glass or bliss. Happy to miss the cure of that one kiss.  Unfinished twists blurring the signs, a start without a finish in the maze stuck in thorny vines.  It feels like forever longer than the temporary never.  Theres the wet and muddy tracks of together or the airy and spacy plaques of apart.  A new law of my world Elton Johns Love Songs at every wedding and funeral on a live piano.

Dad

   From Chicago to Indiana theres no place like home.  There are many days in a year and time spent with the little annoyances of dads belches of habit and moms monstrous sneezes.  Sometimes blaring Elton John Sad Song, is the only choice out of crawling in a bedroom corner with a pillow until the next day or stretching out your dreams until your thoughts are bleeding.

Stay conscious I tell my self.  Theres someone out there who can relate.  From paranoia of having a small mind to losing out on winning souls you just have to wait for the strong finish of an indescribable start.  Go with the familiar or think outside the box I read over and over that its really your choice.  I wanted to say what I thought to say after I left that I had planned to say in the first place.  Patterns of reasons why things don't come out pile high justified in my mind.

Summers, Falls, Winters, Springs, and all the inbetween prolongings year after tearful dreary eyed year.  Goals, and disclipine for a high chin.  The pouring out of learned things for the knowing nose.
Can any prayer rebuild the choices to come?  Where will the day shout for  joy today?  Songs played and engrained over and over for the sane. Come inside so I can kick you out again dad, your the best dad I can ever have because you are the only dad I have so thanks for moving out of the way for me when I couldn't.