Love, Decided, in a Split Second

Realizing, that she, was the one for him, translated…

That evening at supper, my seven-year-old son asked me, “Dad, why did you marry mommy?”, I’d, replied, “because your mom’s a great cook”, and, I’d, hurried my son to finish up his final specks of foods in his bowl.  My son didn’t prod any further, I’d wondered, where did his curiosity came from?  And, as I’d, brushed him off like that, could it, have an effect, on his view of family and love later on in life?  I’d silently, looked over at my wife, she was, focused on the foods on her plate, not seemingly, to care about our conversations, but, she’d, caught my gaze, she’d complained, “Didn’t you just call me a great cook?  Then, finish up your food, you’d always left a lot of food, and made me finish it all!”

Although, some people have certain degrees of requirement toward their spouses’ cooking, but, being a great cook had never been, one of the characteristics I’d looked for in mate-selection; but, the question from my son made me bashful, so, I could only, give him a politically correct answer.  Actually, before we wed, I’d not had a meal cooked by my wife, I’d only seen her buy her foods.  Anyway, what made me made up my mind to marry her, was in that particular instant.

committed to one another, not my photograph…

There would be the developmentally delayed children with the cookies they’d made, selling them by the intersections, and, based on my observations, most adults would shake their heads at them, then, moved swiftly across the pedestrian cross. Back then, she was still my girlfriend, she’d, stopped, and took money out of her purse.  I’d made fun, “You kept complaining about your weight, and yet, here you are, buying more cookies”.  She’d replied, “they looked delicious.”, I’d not paid it any heed, until Mid-Autumn Festival of the following month, I saw the mooncakes from the hotels, and asked if she’d wanted to buy them?  She’d shaken her head no, with the reasons of she feared getting fat.

I couldn’t understand her logic, like she’d done everything, based on her whims, this sort of a woman is too emotional, and I, am somewhat, macho, I’d, not, needed to, comply to her on everything.  I’d wondered about what to do?  And, we’d, past that intersection where the developmentally delayed children were selling their cookies, she’d gone, and bought two more packs.

I’m slow, sure, but now, I’d understood, where she was, coming from then.  As we crossed the roads, I’d asked her, “You didn’t really want the cookies, did you?  You’d pitied them.”  She’d returned immediately, “What’s so pitiful about them?  Everybody is making a living, using her/his own ways, they’re, JUST like any of us.”

like this???  Not my photo still…

At the moment, I’d thought I’d, angered her, but couldn’t help, but start laughing, because it’d dawned on me, how stubborn, how persistent this woman was.  Her beliefs shamed me, and, it’d, awed me at the same time—she knew, that the greatest weapon was, taking pity on someone, and, she’s, with a lot of empathy, a good woman.  The reason why I’d, laughed in secrecy was because I’d, found me a gem, and, felt compelled, to hold her close to me for life.

Naturally, as we married, when I switched tracks, she’d, listened to me talk about my troubles, and, not judged me with the money I’d brought into the household, we’d saved up all we could, in the end, we were, finally able to, buy our own little nest together.  I never saw her waste any food, nor see her buy anything she didn’t need, just saw, how she was able to, make those, amazing dishes, with her tight budgets.

And so, it’d seemed, correct, that to say, that I loved my wife’s cooking too, it’s just, that this simplistic answer, perhaps had, demeaned just how precious she truly is to me.

So, this is on how closely the man had, observed his wife when they were dating, and, it’s her kindness that made him fall for her, and this love that started with this sort of a mutual respect for each other, is bound, to last.

A Cage, that Set You Free

You were placed, in a cage, kept, behind these, steel bars, and, it’d, set you free surprisingly.  Being locked up, it helped set your life BACK into perspective, you’d done, so many evil things, to hurt some unknown strangers, as those who loved you, and cared for you too, for a very long time.

A cage, that set you free, you’d waited, a long, long time, for the day, that a hand from the outside to come, to reach toward that latch, that’ll, unlock, and set you free, but, as the day grew longer, longer, and longer, you’d felt, more, and more, AND more despair, ‘cuz the hand, it’d, never come.

not my photograph…in love's cage 的圖片結果

A cage, that set you free, how can you be set free, locked, inside this cage of your mind, huh?  A cage, that set you free, how?  Cages are supposed to, keep you bound, right?  So, how come now, you’d locked me up with this love of yours, and, I still feel, so free???

A cage, that set you free, that, is what love became, you’re, willing to, let love lock you up, and yet, as you’re, bound by these, handcuffs of love, shackles and chains too, you feel, so free that you could, fly, high as an eagle!  How’s that possible, huh???

with the key, out of your grasp…not my artwork…

 

 

 

Happy Holidays, a Poem

On celebrating a special occasion as a couple, translated…

Loving One Another

like this???  Photo from online…

In Looking Deeply into One Another’s Eyes

Love, Flashed on the Two Smiling Faces

Even the Roses in Her Hands

Are All, in Full-Bloom

Grinning, Ear to Ear

Love, is what this is about, when you’re in love with someone, anything that they do can put that smile on your face, and, they’d better enjoy this while they can, because once that knot gets tied…you SHOULD know the rest!

not my animation…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreaming Together, a Poem

Finding the love you thought you’d lost again, translated…

Back Then, Promises Were, Easy

We Were, Prone to Make Them, Using Caffeine

Before We Parted

like this?  Not my photo…

We’d, Rummaged Through Both Our Coins

Selected Our Separate, Flavors of, Insomnia

Savoring What We’d, Shared in This Night

Then, We’d, Made Our Date

how it feels…not my picture…

There’s, that scent of, how these two people were still, connected, even as they’d parted ways, and, because love was still intact, that they’d either, grown or changed, so, they’d, split up, and after they split, and lived separately for a short while, they’d, decided, that they were, supposed to be together after all.  Reestablishing that lost love is what this is about, and sometimes, it’s, not as easy as making that connection again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When & Where, Will I, Encounter that Love, that’s, Made for Just Me???

Yup, I’m, too god DAMN F***ING (and your point being???) TIRED, of just, sitting on my FAT ass (and no, the size of my A-S-S is……average-ish???), and waiting on this love that’s made, just for me, I’m going out, in search for it, but, where, oh where, do I start?  Underneath that ROCK in the garden, that’s too heavy for me alone, to lift up?  Or how about, up in that, tall, tall, TALL tree, where there’s, that NEST of predatory bird, huh?

like this?  Not my photograph!

When, and where, will I, encounter that love, that’s, made for just me, huh???  My last relationship (if you can call that that!) was from……let me think (me thinking here…)………(still thinking)………(see how long that was???), I can’t even recall now, and, frankly, I’m, so tired, of being alone!

When, and where, will I, encounter that love, that’s, made, just for me?  There’s, NO way of telling for sure, unless, you ARE, fate itself, which I know for SURE, that none of you is, so…and, all you can do, is hold on to the faith, that there is, someone that’s, just right for only you out there (in fact, I’d found, several of those MALES already, and, I’m, really looking forward to having my next pairs here!!!).  But, there’s, NO designated time or location, for when and where, you are, to “bump” into the man/woman, you’re, MEANT to love, and even if you’d found love right now (yes, at this very moment!), how can you be absolutely, certain, that s/he, won’t leave you, for the next dude of woman, that catches her/his eyes?  Maybe, you’re, just, a “REST stop” (no offense!) for the person, you just thought, that s/he was, the terminal station, oopsy, YOUR bad!!!

So, STOP looking for someone outside of YOUR god DAMN physical presence (yes, I’m talking TO, or AT you!), and just, start loving your selves, and, you know what the good thing about finding love in yourselves, FOR yourselves is?  No matter how big an argument the “two” of “you” get into, one will NEVER, abandon the other, hello, hello, hello?  You DO realize, how SELF LOVE, IS the best, AND only kind of love that you will ever have, right?  Uh-huh!!!

And, since, a long, long, long, long, long, L-O-N-G (5 longs, that should be, LONG enough???) time ago, I’d stopped giving a FUCK (yup, you’d heard THAT right!!!), who loves me, because I always and forever, will stay, forever faithful AND true, to Ms. Queen T-I-N-A…………

not my artwork, but that’s, EXACTLY what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!!!

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