tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217912342024-03-12T23:39:44.908-04:00PINK HOLLERSyears in the life of PAJOUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger612125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-41077778935988995622023-05-14T15:52:00.001-04:002023-05-14T15:52:30.643-04:00Flailing American Plans<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9jof3aBwDcW-n2apRP3p00Qy5EHY9ZXsicSjHOrAh7v92a4iTujlxoU4CyGflH7bXBgN0F593I07gSO2Z4mh12HmFalykf6GsDD2RdjTe19YUi05jZ9gCIL4vgihLm7o6QHiO-3KfFp92xB-aOByRzuiVq71Cahc23p832JijtBesbAb1g/s4032/IMG_8794.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9jof3aBwDcW-n2apRP3p00Qy5EHY9ZXsicSjHOrAh7v92a4iTujlxoU4CyGflH7bXBgN0F593I07gSO2Z4mh12HmFalykf6GsDD2RdjTe19YUi05jZ9gCIL4vgihLm7o6QHiO-3KfFp92xB-aOByRzuiVq71Cahc23p832JijtBesbAb1g/s320/IMG_8794.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Instagram is a language for nigh upon decades, which, for all intent and purpose, was essentially the same formula one has been doing with this blog since the early aughts. Or earlier? Why would one ever return to this esoteric corner of the intrawebz?<p></p><p>One could suppose that it’s more private. Thereby befitting of more private meanderings. </p><p>So what “private” thought has predicated that one returns here to dispose of? What burden will be recycled today?</p><p>Let’s start at awakening.</p><p>When your walk to the espresso machine leaves bloody footprints, you know the recent past has been soul-destroying. Don’t mope, just retrace your steps and keep rinsing the sponge out. It doesn’t have to be a ruckus. </p><p>The ruckus is within one’s heart, you can’t photograph it and post it online with the caption: “feeling like death, might delete oneself” You know the rules of the heart!</p><p>No. </p><p>It simmered at the dinner that your guests left you at. It had a chance after a decent night of snoring. A flicker of redemption. But as the the twilights between raven and dove (as the Hebrews term it) began to descend, so did the thin fabric begin to un-web from the flame. </p><p>Cast forth from vitriolic curses and weekends spent on freeways. The only compassionate voice you hear is from Siri, Alexis, Tesla!</p><p>They are but children, why can’t you know that? </p><p>From the ashes, like an eerie / silent battlefield. </p><p>DP</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-72469606210291526962017-03-14T07:48:00.001-04:002017-03-14T07:48:44.748-04:00Pure White Light<br /><br /><center><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7N0WFTblGHiqgtczQJNhfwGq3E1ZeazT_2AsHoJCyRy4yMxjePX431aF-yes4v3t5MD2EOgI2plXhKmxAQQCnZn7CiVq-08uSQqyHiK5WwiRgaOSq7p_EfJOaCNQIpYTjShKd/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7N0WFTblGHiqgtczQJNhfwGq3E1ZeazT_2AsHoJCyRy4yMxjePX431aF-yes4v3t5MD2EOgI2plXhKmxAQQCnZn7CiVq-08uSQqyHiK5WwiRgaOSq7p_EfJOaCNQIpYTjShKd/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Hey my friend, I am pleased to see you. It's been a while. You look nice, healthy. How did it go with that guy? Oh no, I am sorry to hear that. But to be honest, I saw it coming. Inevitable. <br /><br />It pretty amazing how they could piece me back together. I am fucked for life. But I have life, my appendages. "The Idiot" still works pretty good. <br /><br />To say that I am very, very fortunate is an extreme understatement. If there's such a thing. <br /><br />Tell me how you think, sunbeam. I've spent a lifetime trying to wrap my head around it, and I'm always so surprised. <br /><br />Show me how you move. But don't force it, be yourself and move the way you want it. <br /><br />I am a jaded, judgmental prick. No doubt about it. You have no idea. But with you. With you. I only see light. <br /><br />Pure<br />White<br />Light. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-45959781068032385862017-03-05T14:26:00.001-05:002017-03-05T14:26:10.208-05:00lookers<br /><br /><center><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6v7DzUE-jzKz6YoI0sPinwySzdoXS9XOhuh3wGGcMe7dMHUXfrJiOFMptRPX1JNWsLdBrXbaDtY1hE99hmWmCaME_lgwMF_i0Ny7amp5158KrW7cEn3tilKhXOLs4HGyvMPhw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6v7DzUE-jzKz6YoI0sPinwySzdoXS9XOhuh3wGGcMe7dMHUXfrJiOFMptRPX1JNWsLdBrXbaDtY1hE99hmWmCaME_lgwMF_i0Ny7amp5158KrW7cEn3tilKhXOLs4HGyvMPhw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />pumping, un-forsaken<br />none of this goes with us<br />just the looking<br />the looked at<br /><br />none of this<br />fortunately<br />unfortunately<br />not even the feeling of what is fortunate<br />unfortunately<br /><br />goes with us<br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br /><br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-47317246599189713972017-03-05T14:22:00.001-05:002017-03-05T14:22:53.551-05:00Never Forget 02/13/15<br /><br /><center><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooq7Vhaa3GoWNjxb7sOthq6IduJ_h_dITMn-Gcjvs8UgTFOv81AuZazbgvyYi4YEoaxH39kl8VIbsWEB9AeS4IlqCkqmX_DQwKYcvk3CvfET0aNqrMzpnUc8y8pniyj4manle/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooq7Vhaa3GoWNjxb7sOthq6IduJ_h_dITMn-Gcjvs8UgTFOv81AuZazbgvyYi4YEoaxH39kl8VIbsWEB9AeS4IlqCkqmX_DQwKYcvk3CvfET0aNqrMzpnUc8y8pniyj4manle/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='1600' height='1600' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-11502214253811354962016-05-24T23:52:00.001-04:002016-05-24T23:52:04.739-04:00Pain Is Now<br /><br /><center><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQm8K9i7M7okfHJYYhk5sqlH4vjgtqyl1-AIwLeB669gV2UM3XJTuAFYQkN1uU1yYMZbIW7ic5_I0AR9X_jn22pZVkUs3oXL-P9YBP01RLGswsNL87OZghDTnjTzeMjNIasoK/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQm8K9i7M7okfHJYYhk5sqlH4vjgtqyl1-AIwLeB669gV2UM3XJTuAFYQkN1uU1yYMZbIW7ic5_I0AR9X_jn22pZVkUs3oXL-P9YBP01RLGswsNL87OZghDTnjTzeMjNIasoK/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='300' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We go back into the hospital, tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they carve into us, for the seventh time. They bring us back, disoriented and shaking. Without a shadow, we aim our wheelchairs straight into this; pain upon pain upon pain. <br /><br />But none of this, excruciating and screaming it may be, compares to the emotional pain we felt in another life. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-87926997889766636572015-09-28T01:52:00.001-04:002015-09-28T01:56:08.144-04:00Lunar Super Moon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=15/09/27/453.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/15/09/27/s_453.jpg' border='0' width='603' height='603' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />We have seen three lunar eclipses in our lifetimes, each one encircled by our specific, situational mists. The lunar part of tonight was less impressive than the vivid figure whose circumference consists of points equidistant from its center. And the bath which we absorb from her majesty, a bath of doomed hope. Forever chasing her one true love, of whom she will never capture. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-89018484729612511362015-03-11T11:41:00.001-04:002015-06-15T14:39:17.530-04:00X Rays<br />
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Despite feeling light years better than I have in 7 months, and absorbing all the radiance from family, friends, unknowns, and new love, it's become clear to me that I am still vulnerable and raw regarding recent events. I'm sure it's to be expected- how often does pain dissolve overnight?<br />
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It's mostly due to "triggers" found commonly in popular culture. What I read and watch. Triggers is an apt term that I really like- an accurate way to describe how it feels after the trigger is pulled, and who or what is doing the pulling. <br />
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The biggest hurdle is trying to overcome the absolute viciousness and zero concern for my healing my displayed by my ex since immediately after the incident and continuing to this very moment. I shouldn't be so surprised, but I am.<br />
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I'm happy to cut people like that out of my life, definitively, but I still long to develop a healthy co-parenting relationship. And to forgive her, for the past and for now. But who can deny the pain of sharing a decade with someone I was deeply in love with, who birthed our two beautiful children, only to have it all end like a helicopter crash. Like a scab that someone keeps scratching off.<br />
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But instead of saying, "Dude, what the fuck are you doing? That was healing!" which would be entirely appropriate, I have to keep my mouth shut for legal reasons and just hope that they will realize on their own how their actions affect others.<br />
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But narcissistic sociopaths don't follow predictable trains of thought like that. That is their own curse and their's alone. I realize now it's not something to fight against but to sympathize with. I have my own curses and the people that truly love me help me through them.<br />
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It's impossible for me to completely reject the mother of my kids, so I keep her name on my arm. As a past life reminder. That time is 100% over and will never repeat itself, but it existed. <br />
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The trick is to not dwell too long on such things and be effective in the moment. Jump one obstacle at a time. Hold onto the hands extended to you. They will help you over. <br />
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From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br />
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DP<br />
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[EDIT: Never mind, I decided to get her name removed from my arm. I need that spot for my third kid!]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-10718891433025812352015-02-28T10:54:00.002-05:002015-02-28T10:54:35.781-05:00REUNION<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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But the true miracle, for me, is that I was gifted another opportunity to love my children again.</div>
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I can only thank every one of you- family, friends, strangers- for propping me up, strengthening me, helping me to heal my mind. Your kind words of support and love, no matter how big or small, has helped me to find the crux of my second life: DO WHAT IS BEST FOR THE CHILDREN. </div>
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This is what I am here for. This is the signpost that I use to navigate through the madness. This includes healing myself so I can be a present and stable father for them. I have self interests, but they are secondary and exist only under the umbrella of serving my children.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-61813020439439101032015-02-28T07:20:00.001-05:002015-02-28T07:20:11.715-05:00The Dance<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=15/02/28/133.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/15/02/28/s_133.jpg' border='0' width='1120' height='1120' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The sun seemingly falls only to rise again. Music, the laughter of children, intellectual conversation, is but the rising and falling of sound waves we interpret as vibration. Ocean waves rise only to fall, withdraw, and rise again. <br /><br />We fall, to the absolute bottom, only to pick ourselves back up. <br /><br />It is the ebb and flow of life in its pure form. <br /><br />But this motion is joined by one thing. My fingers are attached to hands attached to arms attached to my body which is governed by my brain, in the center. My fingers mirror each other on opposite sides of the body, but they are connected by a single source. <br /><br />It is that which joins the polarity of rising and falling that gives us meaning. We give it names like God or consciousness or particles or life. Vague words whose definition we debate, but are only arrows that point towards something that can never be articulated by language and mathematics. <br /><br />Rising and falling is the dance of something unlimited, microcosmic and macrocosmic, that we struggle to comprehend.<br /><br />We dance while we search. Without realizing we are searching, without realizing we are dancing. Without realizing we are that which we are searching for. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-15819016997907363142015-02-13T01:28:00.001-05:002016-07-20T21:34:32.614-04:00I SURRENDER TO MY BROKEN HEART<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is where my story ends.<br />
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L****, out of respect for the memory of me, please find the time to sit down, by yourself, and read our WhatsApp exchanges- starting from around August 3rd to the end.<br />
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At the beginning, we are both gentle, playful, and understanding. Then by August 8, the day after you first slept with B****, your tone changes and I immediately sense it. You're in love with B****. But I won’t know this for another half a year.<br />
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The lies flow immediately, endlessly, and without remorse. Note that I'm still kind and validating, as best I can, but I am clearly confused, deeply saddened, and falling quickly into misery. Also note that you are mostly concerned with arranging more trips- so you can see B****.<br />
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For six months I endured this. Absolute loneliness, wretched depression and the notion that suicide is the only relief from my pain and confusion. So many times I asked if there was someone else. So many times you got angry and denied it. From August 8th 2014 to February 8th 2015 this went on.<br />
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You have no idea what torture you put me through because you never cared. Your only concern was your love for B****, your fear of losing him. That fear will never go away.<br />
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I cry and cry and moan the obvious question: Why didn't you just tell me. Why didn't you just tell me as soon as it happened? I can handle the truth, I can live with the facts. I told you things will only improve if we are completely transparent with each other, that it will be the hardest thing to do, but worth it. But you chose to betray me, for 186 days. Endless days and nights of me not knowing and looking for answers or evidence in everything.<br />
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Why didn't you just tell me?<br />
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I made a card and painting for you this Valentine’s Day. I also got you some wind chimes in a beautiful 5 note Tibetan scale for your birthday (I did this before I found out about you and B****, if you’re wondering). You will find them in the backpack I will be wearing at my time of death. There are also letters for A**** and L****- only they are allowed to open them. You or A***** can read my letter to L** but only he can open it.<br />
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Confronting you was an awful mistake and there is absolutely no justification for it. You have no idea how much I regret that. It was a thoughtless knee-jerk reaction fueled by the shock of the affair and escalating rage based on the sexual details of the affair. I am so sorry. No matter what led up to it, it does not make it okay.<br />
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However I don’t appreciate the way you played up the victim role and dramatized it so that you could leverage yourself against me. It took attention away from your affair, your betrayal, your infidelity and the deep pain you inflicted upon me day after day. You used it as proof that you need freedom from the evil person that I am.<br />
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I hope my death exposes the truth. I was searching for answers and literally going insane trying to find the truth about you. When I finally found out, the shock was immense and all-consuming. <br />
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I am beyond any kind of help now. You have taken away the people I love more than anything else in the world. You can invent many reasons and justifications, but the truth is: you took my kids away from me. A**** and L****.<br />
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You shattered my life, stabbed me in the heart, took my kids, and made me the awful villain.<br />
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I know you are in love and I know you two are perfect for each other. I truly feel that way. He’s your age, Persian, handsome, business savvy, wealthy, pseudo-Buddhist, charming socialite, surfer, wine-r and dine-r, and good in the sack to boot. He's everything you ever wanted from a husband and who I could never be. I, however, am the same person you chose to marry and have children with, at one point of your life. A loner arty dude.<br />
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Like you, he is in love with himself first and foremost.<br />
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In your sorrow and guilt, he will comfort you and use your vulnerable state to gain points as the good guy, the rescuing knight beside you, offering solace, money, shelter. So compassionate is Prince Charming.<br />
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I spent a decade of my life with you and I know you better than anyone else. You will wallow in the sympathy and attention garnished generously by your friends and family and B****. You will play the victim role to the hilt, as always, for you need love as we all do.<br />
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Unfortunately, I am also human so I also need love.<br />
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But make no mistake- you are forever guilty. Guilty of cheating on me. Guilty of lying to me. Guilty of betraying me. Guilty of breaking up the family. Guilty of taking the kids away from their father. Guilty of destroying my life as well as theirs. Guilty of torturing me to the point that I saw no other way out but to hang myself.<br />
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They will hug you and tell you not to blame yourself for my actions. As if you had nothing to do with it.<br />
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I believe you will live with B****, have the big, fancy wedding you always dreamed of, have a child with him, and live happily ever after. He will be a father figure to the kids and I will be a distant memory rarely mentioned.<br />
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But my parents lost another son. My brother lost another brother. My friends lost another friend. Your children lost their father. And I lost a future that still held so much potential and so many dreams I wanted so badly to realize. <br />
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All because of your actions at the wedding. All because of your affair. All because of your selfish lack of concern for me and the kids. All because of this charming man in a fancy car (who will in time- mark my words- break your heart too. If he can have a discrete affair with a married woman now, he will have one later as well).<br />
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I hope B**** is worth the misery you have spewed into the universe.<br />
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So this is where my story ends.<br />
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I have truly had enough of this life. You have buried me into a hole too deep for me to get out of. The only future I have left is to never see my kids and to never have your love. What kind of future is that? I have nothing now. The three of you were all I ever had and all I ever wanted. And not one of you is in my life.<br />
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I cannot live without my precious children. I truly cannot live without the love and affection from you, my beloved wife. I would have done anything for you and the kids and you know this to be true in your heart. <br />
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Suicide is the only way out of this mess. This legal mess, this financial mess, this emotional mess. I welcome an exit, a chance to start anew.<br />
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I have letters for the kids and my family. But this letter- this is for you, L****. And for the world to see and understand. <br />
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You created all this tragedy. You destroyed my life, emotionally, financially, legally, and now physically. The damage is beyond repair. My life is totaled. There is only one way out of this burning car. <br />
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But I forgive you, L****. I forgive you for the torture, the affair, and the lack of concern for what I went through. I forgive you because I truly love you and always have.<br />
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I cannot forgive you for taking the kids away from me. I miss them with such intensity that I weep as soon as I imagine holding A****'s little hand or kissing L**'s soft cheek. I think about them constantly so I weep constantly. I am going to miss them and they are going to miss me. I am not going to miss the person you became. You became someone I never met.<br />
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All the legal maneuvering you are doing (going on the advice of B****, your attorney, and your father) you keep pushing me around like a pawn in a chess game. You've won. You've painted me into a corner I can’t escape.<br />
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I just can’t take it anymore.<br />
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When I finally found out the truth, an unbearable weight was lifted from me. All the confusion was gone, finally, and it all made complete sense: the weight loss, the lingerie, the gym addiction, the facials, the waxing, the Persian cookbook, the love poem you claimed was for me, the Neruda poems, the Buddhist book you claimed was from an ex boyfriend, the What Successful People Do Before Breakfast book, all those trips to LA, the secret meetings in NYC and staying overnight in Philly. Finally, all the pieces fit into place and all my suspicions and intuitive insights were legitimized.<br />
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One massive weight was lifted and instantly replaced with another. I can no longer eat, I’ve lost 10 lbs in 4 days. I cannot sleep. I can't even watch TV because romantic love is everywhere and all I can see is you and B**** together. I think only of the two of you together, deceiving me for six months, deceiving me right this very moment. All desire or motivation to do anything, even to breathe, is depleted.<br />
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You are in love. I understand love. Why didn’t you just tell me that? You should have told me the truth on Aug 8 2014 and onwards. If you had, I might still be here, co-parenting with you, you could still have B****, and our beautiful children could still have their father.<br />
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You wanted me out of your life and now I am out of your way. You got everything you wanted. You are free.<br />
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Somehow, my love for you still burns as strong as ever. When I think of you, just you alone, how you used to be, my heart swells with love. My love burns now, it will burn tomorrow, and every day thereafter. I loved you with all my heart and I still love you so very much, even as I type these words. I would do, and did, everything and anything for you. I never cheated on you the entire decade we were together. I truly hope you find loyalty like that again.<br />
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You, A**** and L**** were all I ever wanted. And for a moment, in a group hug, all my dreams came into fruition. I am so thankful for that moment. I will always have that. I will carry it with me where I am going.<br />
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Goodbye L****<br />
My one and only valentine<br />
Forever and ever<br />
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David<br />
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PS: I know you’ll deny and cite a million other reasons, but you know this to be the truth: Don’t relocate to LA just because you are afraid of losing B****. If B**** truly loves you, he will wait. If you need your family, they will come to you. Let the children live and thrive in H**********. They will grow up to be wise and loving here. Always put what’s best for the kids before anything else- your love relationship, your career, your friends, your family, everything. They are untouched and pure as the winter breeze, don’t make this harder on them than it already is. They need stability right now. Their Daddy is gone forever. To uproot them and take them to the other side of the country is foolish.<br />
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all is prepared</div>
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and this waiting</div>
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my already insurmountable problems</div>
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this is the last sunset</div>
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this is the last blue sky</div>
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I feel sick</div>
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I feel sick</div>
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and live together</div>
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no more bills to pay</div>
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no more court</div>
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no more lawyers</div>
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hideuously cruel</div>
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wife</div>
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no more kids</div>
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no more love</div>
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no more shining eyes</div>
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no more laughter</div>
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so pure</div>
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no more hating my body</div>
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no more hating my face</div>
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no more hating my “talent"</div>
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no more hating</div>
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everything about me</div>
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that leila fostered</div>
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when she made me</div>
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worthless</div>
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you truly crushed me, leila</div>
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you got your revenge</div>
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you crushed me into ash and bone and decayed flesh</div>
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you won</div>
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the street lights have come on</div>
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the kids are probably playing after dinner</div>
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I have eight hours</div>
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inhale the sweet scent</div>
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of where my children</div>
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once lay their heads</div>
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Yes, we are ugly and unprepossessing. But we are not in love with beauty, we don't worship beauty, we don't crave it. We adore reality and nature, with all it's warts and tragedy and transcendence. We don't love only a portion of nature and the human drama (beauty). We love the entire scope of it's reach.</div>
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From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-68578448541330020922014-02-25T07:08:00.001-05:002014-02-25T07:08:42.570-05:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/02/25/196.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/02/25/s_196.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We use this "torn apart" as a binding agent. Letting go becomes the glue that holds us together. The more we allow, the closer we become. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-5170791096274947232013-08-31T20:11:00.001-04:002013-08-31T20:11:45.069-04:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/31/1876.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/31/s_1876.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This is quite an intense feeling of longing and desiring. Waiting for the moment we rehearsed last night. We know how things will pan out tonight, and tomorrow. We are not subject to passing emotions.<br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-87409188306306245762012-06-10T04:33:00.001-04:002012-06-10T04:33:10.100-04:00Tour GlamourThere is a smell of bananas and mildew in the van. He inspects his nails and bites them neurotically. I am sore from various sitting positions and bored with smoking. My left eye is watering from all the yawning. All for that hour onstage.<br /><br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-59121212083776527112012-05-11T12:16:00.001-04:002012-05-11T12:17:57.162-04:00PowerlessToday we lose a member of our family. In that chase for money, we're sure softer hearts than ours have been broken. And today we know of one little heart that is splitting right in two. We are there for her but besides that, we are powerless against her loss.<br /><br />Tender girl, don't grow up so fast.<br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br />DP<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-20275838563462582272012-04-06T21:18:00.001-04:002012-04-06T21:18:01.856-04:00Day Made With Intent To Rule<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/06/2935.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/06/s_2935.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We reach our destination eventually. It feels like forever at times but we don't notice the extreme speeds which we travel. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-28986423786918461932012-04-04T18:00:00.001-04:002012-04-04T18:00:45.722-04:00The Almighty Samhain<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/04/2613.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/04/s_2613.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We can't wait to leave, always. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-34431415723378144192012-03-18T20:17:00.001-04:002012-03-18T20:17:45.277-04:00Fuck Your Dreams<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/03/18/3404.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/03/18/s_3404.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Magic works even in a thick fog. It cuts through like the second hand of a watch, steady and consistent. But magic isn't always magical. The lessons can be awful, mundane, even treacherous. While your bigger dreams explode far away, you are cleaning piss and shit for a living. Watching your bank account dry up to nothingness. How is this magic on a grand scale? What the hell kind of dream is coming true?<br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-26258712516457342392012-03-04T20:43:00.001-05:002012-03-04T20:43:19.713-05:00And The Light Will DestroyWe had to obtain permission from our ego to smile and be happy. To feel stoned with joy. To burn with pride and love towards the generosity of a friend. We were afraid but we survived. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-84938724670846706402012-01-27T21:02:00.001-05:002012-01-28T10:36:50.946-05:00The Hot Note Starving To Death<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/2842.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_2842.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We are happiest when we are playing music, when we are making it, when we are straddling music like a motorcycle. <br /><br />We are not young and these days time is not abundant. No time for straddling. We absorb it like a ravenous prisoner, crumbs of music attacked. We are malnourished without it.<br /><br />As always, by we I mean I.<br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-27544642131050407722012-01-23T15:28:00.001-05:002012-01-23T15:28:41.177-05:00Emergency Room Bedtime Stories<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/23/2495.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/23/s_2495.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='211' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Illness abounds, we hold their trembling ribcage. The only way to encourage health is to not imagine the worst. <br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-21298599993841384952012-01-12T22:03:00.001-05:002012-01-12T22:03:49.718-05:00Indulge Your Poon<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/12/2662.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/12/s_2662.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='277' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Days grind on with enough variation of routine to make it painful. "It's only Thursday," she said. "My knees feel like they're on fire," I replied. "We are not surfing or playing drums. We are not saving money. We're dying in our own aquarium." I was not communicating with the expectation of response.<br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-90387831208432048502012-01-10T15:21:00.001-05:002012-01-10T15:26:12.898-05:00Outsider Dreams
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We used to dream about flying. About blind babies with veiny, watermelon heads that lived behind the drywall, scratching their way around the house. We used to dream several times a night. Now we dream about reality. Boring dreams about authentic conversations. So we've begun imaginative therapy. We've started the discipline of reading Scandinavian folk tales before bed to fortify our dreams. Now the dead will be alive and we won't notice. Now a young girl will be an older boy, without question. Now our home is built on dirt. We are beginning to dream outside the walls again.
From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,
DP
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21791234.post-62965571569578860682012-01-01T19:02:00.001-05:002012-01-01T19:02:20.382-05:00Disenfranchised no longerIt was a bottom-less drop but I scrambled quickly to make the responsible choices. Looking forward, prosperity and adventure appear to be asleep on the doorstep. I summon all the potentials and choose the one of glory. <br /><br /><br />From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,<br /><br />DP<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0