20.10.17



she didnt complain

she sucked it up
he loved that about her

she said it hurt

then shed shaddup

she grimaced laughedabruptlythe sound of breaking glass an say  But Ive learned from the best   alluding to him

she didnt learn from himno matter that she said she did

either you can or you cant


his way was through athletics

sometimes you take a beating

sometimes you beat

life simmered down

meat coming off its bones

laid bare

you can see then what a person was hung on

what they possessed

what possessed them

it wasnt a pleasant crucible

but it wasnt always unpleasant either

all you can really hope is that the good outweighs the badA crapshoot

you relished the good

endured the bad

you tempered the good remembering the hurtthe hurt remembering the good

like seasoning food

pretty simple pretty straightforward


his wife asked him once When does it get better

he wasnt kind  but she knew he grew up hardknocks(maybe if he lied to her she would have felt better nominally – but he couldnt lie -- he wouldnt want someone to lie to him if they knew truthfullywithout a doubt)  he replied
Who said its supposed to be easy


he didnt know


his life had been hardknocks black an blue scars 

character


character wasnt a labelwasnt a tattoo

it was intrinsic

either you carried it or you didnt



he had a nose about character


she had character

inside she was wet 

sopped with character

as beautiful as she was she shined blue inside out from her character within

she was deep water  if he could drop a stone into her its puloomp would sound as if he dropped a rock into the Mariana Trench

she was the real deal through and through


he was disturbed that others didnt see what he saw

women didnt like her petty

men thought she could be played cunts

cheap spiteful superficial beings

drop a rock on them 

itd bounce


1253,  Sunday,  15  10. 17