daemon dreams

Friday, June 19, 2009

m-a

for all the journey's that await,
to the ends of my endurance and beyond;
for each season yet to be shared,
when all else has stalled, has failed;
i will stand and hold your soul,
love away your fears, make you smile.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

again

I am uncertain. Without strong direction as to what to do next. A feeling that I am on the knife edge of a monumental choice. What happens next may well define the greater course of my life yet to live. Again I sat captivated by those eyes. Deep wells of substance and fun. I do so lose myself around her. Again, my lips were left wanting of the salve of hers. Again, I felt unsure if I should have thrown away all caution and restraint and drunk deep. Never have I been this far in the grey and confusion of chance.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

sometimes

Isn't it funny how you meet someone who so rocks your world that sometimes, when you look at them you just can't seem to speak or breathe. You spend long moments, just looking at them. Gazing into those mood tinted eyes, knowing all you want to do is kiss them. Being afraid, so very afraid to even think of doing anything but dream of doing it.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

something to think about

i can't claim credit for this, I was sent it on some random e-mail but thought it was worth sharing:

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mum told me:

I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday, when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them. Was your mum mean? I know mine was.

We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate lollies for breakfast , we had to have cereal, eggs and toast.
When others had a soft drink and cake for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

Mum insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less. We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labour Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough! Mum wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing out best to be mean parents just like mum was. I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean mums!

Saturday, May 16, 2009