It was a sweltering hot day here in the north country. The sun was up high and it was seathing hot.
It was the Fourth of July. After spending 45 minutes finding a parking space and standing in the hot sun watching the parade, we had finally made it to the spot I wanted to be in for the fireworks later that evening at The Monument where the cities fireworks are held. It's a tall monument with an eagle perched atop. It was erected in memory of the many soldiers that had died there when it was a battlefield during the Revolutionary War.

TIME has a way of giving AND taking. It's up to US to get as much out of life as TIME allows .. GOOD AND BAD! Never give up .. Never give in .. Always strive for better .. Always know there is ALWAYS room for improvement. Eliminate unneeded stressors, unwanted limitations .. Expand and broaden our knowledge and our views .. Accept the obstacles that are thrown in our way .. Continue to enjoy ALL of the small blessings that are given to us .. SURVIVE the struggles within .. Take back our rightful will to make choices ..

As many of you know I was recently extremely ill. What few of you know is that I have since been terrified that the illness caused permanent brain damage. I've been unable to think, focus, concentrate. On the occasions I tried to ride over it my poetry has been crap, my critique has been obtuse and insensitive and I tended to fly off into blind rages (that one's not new).

Legitamizing my quality of BULLSHIT CONTROL I come to an epiphany that is a long running repeatedly forgotten consideration that keeps losing its place
Maybe, just maybe I place myself in situations that give only one reasonable explanation to this misfortune of having to castrate the thoughts that seep from my mouth
Giving more thought to this creation of manic reviewal of all that I say brings upon angry visions that doesn't require an audience of such rash meaningless actions but are completely enjoyable playing just for me

I'd had this huge argument with my son the other day. He is my adult child, now, 21. He had gotten so insanely angry with me. He was red as a tomato and screaming at me "SHUT UP"! All the while smashing one of my dining room chairs off the ceiling onto the floor. There's still a big hole in the ceiling and a knick in the linoleum.

As I am not accustomed to such loss of control I immediately jumped out of my chair and yelled "HEY"! Meanwhile thinking, "my goodness this boy is really make me whup his grown arse".

As I sit home I feel hopeless. Helpless to do anything for my fellow marines, for my fellow man.

I am a proud Air Force brat (later Marine). I'm proud because I had a father that made it home from Korea and later Vietnam, He always came home with gifts and trinkets he had hand-made by the natives from the different worlds he explored.

My first gift was a dollhouse made of bamboo and all the tiny furnishings were made of budweiser cans. My mother would joke and say, "Daddy must have missed you real bad and got drunk".

hello everyone
wesley has very kindly agreed to work with me in improving my story telling poetry.
so i am going to use my blog at the moment for this purpose
everyone , please, i would appreciate all feedback

As I'm sitting here evaluating my life.
How I fell about it.
How much I want to share.
My story's not of romance or stuggle or strife.
I'll put it quite simply, my life is my life.

I want the world to see what I see.
To share in my joy, my soul, to feel free.

Free of expression and judgement and law.
To simply sit back and see what I saw.

A painting with pink,my true favorite color.
To know it's my fave and still love the others.

My heart to bleed
My love to give
My choice not to falter
My choice not to fail

My chance to give wholly
My chance to take rest
My chance to carry
My life to test

My brothers My sisters
my children my kin
My parents My life
My weight of My sin

My walk of shame
My spirit My purity
My love My influence
My reach of Eternity

PHALLUS AND LINGAM
Ann Waddicor April 2012.

How beautiful
how absolutely wonderful
the act of making love
it is the climax of a life

and if it generates a new life
what joy we feel
what wonder at this godly happening
that gives us further generations

its splendour undisputed
its pleasure sure
its essences so sweet
we lack the words
in awe

we sense
express our soul
our core
and for this to be taboo