Stuff Along the Way

Place

your lips

between

my purpose. 

Lick

the envelope,

but seal it

with a hug. 

Stroke

my Ego

fondle

my Id.

I’m

tired

of playing

with myself. 

Don’t

promise me

the world, and

disappear

before breakfast.

Tell youself

Stop

Looking.

I’ve

Found you

At night,

when the full moon lights up

the cloudless night sky,

I go back to a simpler time.

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I took her hand

And whispered three of the most deliciously terrifying words

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It’s April, which also means it’s National Poetry Month!  In celebration, I will attempt the 30 in 30 Challenge of writing one poem every day for the entire month of April.  I encourage you all to do this same!  

The conversation goes like this …

“So, are you working right now?”
“Yeah.  I have a job, if that’s what you mean.  I’m just not getting as many hours as I was before, or as I would like.”
“But at least you still have a job right?”
“I guess so.  It’s like I’m employed-ish.”

Employed-ish.  

It’s what happens when you’re a fresh-faced college grad, and you’re thankful that you have a job, but it’s not quite where you want to be.

I’ve reached the end of my vacation.  As sad as I am to leave this place, I can’t wait to get back to SD and start implementing new things into my life.  I should probably count myself blessed to have two places to call home.

Thankful for … 

People who remember.
Family that love.
Memories to cherish.
A view into forever.

The only way to experience the beach is to have a camp-out there. And I’m not talking about a tent on the sand, but in the way that we did it last night.  Under conifers and close enough to the water that you could wake yourself up with a splash of the Pacific in your face.  

The whole time we were there, I just kept thinking about how fortunate we are to live in such a place.  And then it hits that I haven’t really lived there in 7 years … 

I’ve had several Freudian slip ups since being here with regards to where “home” is.  I’m so used to thinking of “home” as Guam, and Guam as being in another, unreachable place.  During this visit, when I’ve asked for the time in San Diego, I’ve said, “What time is it on Guam?”  Because Guam has always meant “the other home.”

There’s just something about sitting in the dead of night on the beach, clouds and stars (all of them) above you … You can’t beat it.

Life is all about trade offs and compromise … But sometimes I wish it wasn’t

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