Category Archives: Rambling

I want to meet you halfway.
But after that I want to go all way if you allow me stay.
I won’ do any harm you are my calm in this storm.
We will look into the future and it will be our past, we made it they said it could not last.
I want to hold on but I have to let go.
You are my earthly light and I just can’t hold on.
You have brighten my day and illuminated my night.
Gave euthanasia to my nightmares and enhance my daydreams.
I remember gasping for air and once I touched your lips despair was sent to foul lair.
I asked my lord for hope and felt he had not answered.
I sojourned through the valley and upon coming to the crest and feeling drawn and tired there you were my sunrise.
You blossomed into a new day.
And in my heart you stay with each rhythmic beat washing away all my past defeats.

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?

Why do banks charge a fee on “insufficient funds” when they know there is not enough?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why doesn’t glue stick to the bottle?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea was it to put an “S” in the word “lisp”?

If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, “It’s all right?” Well, it isn’t all right, so why don’t we say, “That hurt, you stupid idiot?”

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that’s falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

And my FAVORITE……
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends — if they’re okay, then it’s you.

What I would give for an I Love You and a Snuggle.
Sometimes we do not appreciate what we until it leaves us.
I just got of the phone with my BFF. She was in one room and her two kiddies in theirs. One texting and watching tv the other trawling the net. She made a nice meal speak with each other and yet they will not give her the time unless forced to. They will talk about her with each other but not with her about themselves. Sounds twisted but reread it.
My enemies enemy is my friend, I read somewhere. It is usually safe for a child to gnaw on a parents leg, knowing they are safe from retribution. Well most of the time, children services does exist.
I was raised by my grandmother because my mother left. I don’t know why has 49 years, don’t know if she knows. She married and left Puerto Rico in 1958, so I heard. My brother was born her in New York. She came back to the island and gave birth do me but forgot to take me back with her. There are no birth pictures, infant or toddler pictures. There was one where I look like I was 4ish.
Mom, I am sorry if you had a difficult pregnancy I was a fetus.
Mom, I am sorry if you had a difficult delivery I was a a new born.
I don’t know why you left but I am sure I called out for you.
In a universal voice child to mother.
Did your uterus contract? Did you not remember you left “something” behind as you checked you luggage?
Very easy I guess you turn around and walk, step by step.
Mom, the steps of a T. Rex I would welcome to your steps as you walked out of my newborn life.
I could have drawn my sword and taken the monster to task, two outcomes.
I would be victorious and stand upon it’s carcass or be in the belly of the beast.
Mom, I did not have a chance. The mental foot steps are the genesis of my separation anxiety. Through my life I have tried to be the “White knight” that would have come to save you.
Starting with my daughters mother. I tried to be “there” when I was too young to know what “there” was.
I continued trying to be the “guy” that the “other guy” was not
I used to joke “I am the man your mother warned you about and the man your father never was” But I realize that I wanted to be the opposite.
I tried so hard mom it hurts to the point it brings me to tears. That is the safest route to allow the pain to so subside. Grandma was always there where were you? I met you when I came to the USA in ’66. I had good grades mom, where were you?. I did plays, photography, poems, where were you? Parent teacher night? Where were you? You did not live that far may a mile up the road in NYC. I was on the honor role, I went to college. Where were you? You had six boys looking for that girl. Here mom first grandchild a girl. Where were you? I wanted a family of my own so bad. I have taken my own missteps. But try and learn from them. I never wanted anyone’s child to feel like I feel. Eleven yeas later a boy was born onto me. The only boy to carry on the family name all your other grandchildren are girls. You have seen him may be six times in his 16 years. He is way smarter than me mom. Honor roll and a great athlete. Most important I spent eleven years from the moment he crowned making sure he knew he was loved. I still hug him and almost give him a kiss on his head. Mom he is 6″ 3″ tall, have you seen him? I tell him and show him that I love him every time I see or speak with him. Do you ask anyone about him? You have had several chances to make amends.
I Love You. I do not hate you. I know I love you because I care about your health and well being. If I hated you I would not give a rats tush what happens to you.
I guess my greatest fear is not to die alone for we all die alone in the end.
I think it would be Dysphasia
Dysphasia: One in a group of speech disorders in which there is impairment of the power of expression by speech, writing, or signs, or impairment of the power of comprehension of spoken or written language. More severe forms of dysphasia are called aphasia.

I am tall of height and brought of shoulders hair like a thousand cobras.
I am now on the road to perdition a lie left by errors of omission. The first cut may
be the deepest but the one that hurts the longest is born on air laden with invidious words uttered by those we look to validate us.
Born of sin and indecision based on vapid words in rapid succession…I am an error a product of an emission a stain that should have been left on a sheet but now I lay in defeat. An open chest but no heart to be found, devoured in a sulfurous
hurt…digested and excreted and was used by invidious people to fertilize their schemes. Impaled by words that hurt and the sun is going down but shadows grow long…please I want to take the long road home…guide me don’t chide me….please dear lord help me…
with anger as my countenance, rage as I turned every page of my life.
Anxiety as my cloth and betrayal as my theme music.

A mere by product of corporal/corporeal knowledge…an emission, an expulsion
of a corporal invasion, that should have been blessed. A visceral reminder of a situation that should not have occurred…tears in my eyes were the only gleam, Oh, how wish I were a stream so I could flow to the ocean and be a part of something greater. I feel instead the ebb and flow of an invagination, an emotional visceral ramification of corporal undulation. I am like the stain on a shirt a reminder of what was devoured. Instead 9 months later a life was brought at the 5am hour. I was a physical entity of an emotional inequity…instead
of being held up the sky and brought the village…I was a remembrance of what was pillaged. Not a teat was given but at the feet of another I was laid. Betrayed by the one and only that should have loved me, my first true love my mother. Whose heartbeat was the background music to my genesis. Her blood flowed through my veins
bringing food to my body. In her body I grew, who knew?
Not knowing that though our hearts pumped the same blood I would thirst for her love.
I would be a reminder of what went wrong between those two. Left behind by the one
whose love should never have failed. Impaled by emptiness and silence. I called to my mother not in words but in universal bonds…too late, she was gone. When I finally met her she became more of a sister because we shared the same mother, grandma/abuelita.
Left on a cross roads of indecision and recriminations. It is not the body but the soul
the essence that lives on. The acerbic thoughts will eventually
devour my bliss and I will be an empty carcass kissed by a spiders
venom. All those who come towards are not your friends and all those
who walk away are not your enemies.