Laughing Arguments

I never thought I'd say this. There is such a thing as a happy or laughing argument. I've been having these for the last five and I haven't even written about it yet. Silly me. (Insert southern belle methodist accent where apt)

So we were talking about this friend of mine and that friend of hers. I was commenting that I usually get them interchanged because they look alike. In true girlfriend fashion my better half pulls out pictures from the laptop in a driven and defiant show of opposition.

There we were in raised voices chuckling our heads off. Me with the they are like Eric Bana and the Hulk (yeah bad movie I know, I was keeping the references below the belt), and she kept flipping the photos and telling me I was a dumb blind stupid moron. And an insensitive schmuck.

We hugged and kissed after without a clear winner.

Ha!

*somewhere in our hearts though, this feels like the calm before the storm*

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Matt & Ivy

And just like that, the lyricist is back. Accompanied by the proverbial muse.

It would be a great Christmas to find this story finalized and then to start editing. Crossing my arthritic (ha!) fingers.
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That locked door is my head

It's imagery used a lot in films. A window-less room. A leaky,dripping faucet and a bucket in one corner. A dim bulb, maybe low wattage, maybe dirty, maybe both flickers from the center of the room's ceiling.

Yours could be one with cherry blossom or rainbow wallpapers. But it's still a window-less room.

This is where you hide, where you file and store. This is where you shudder, where you giggle, where you laugh your evil villain laugh and press the red button. This is where you are the heroes of song and of prose, brandishing your broadsword in defense of all that is right and good. This is the place that saved the world in King's Dreamcatcher.

Many along the path of your life will try to knock and take a peek, a gander. You will mostly refuse as permission granted to the wrong souls is guaranteed death. Death of your psyche, of your lyrical soul, of your magical essence, and then your breath.

Then there is one, that will sit outside that door. Quiet and patient. Through the pouring rain and the thunder and lightning that accompanies it. Through sleet and snow, through baking heat and sandstorms. Not asking to be let in, only happy to see you when you emerge and greet you with a smile. You'll then find a strength of purpose and trust never there prior.

Your hand open with that persons keys to that room. And the other persons hand open with your key in their palm. After that, can you really ever be afraid again?

May that hold true for all of us.

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In darkest of evenings,

There are times when we feel like all has been or about to be lost. They sometimes seem to stretch out without the hope of tomorrow. We remember them clearly; we wear their marks on our hearts.

In these times, we try and dig in to find our strengths. We either fail or succeed, and then find ourselves in the cusps of a new life, granted by a tomorrow that has arrived sooner than we expected it to. It could be bright or bleak - you never know.

You also do not know - when the clouds would break for a while and give you respite, an small oasis in the general emptiness that rules this vast chaotic universe. Then you smile; you laugh; you jest a little; and somehow although all else is very nearly lost, there remains - love, laughter, kindness, and the courage to stay the course.

I just did. With a wonderful woman I love enough to burn my life for, and an unborn daughter I will be meeting soon. Our story remains as bleak tomorrow as it is this morning, dark and uncertain, as any tale a bard or a castrati sung over the innumerable ages past. Yet we are together. That should count for something.

If you are alone and searching when you read this. Do not despair, you are not by yourself. We are here and rooting for you, and have left notes in the oasis of life. Good luck to all of us.
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...And you're stuck thinking, "It won't be THAT bad if the sun decided NOT to rise tomorrow"....

I get there a lot of times. I just try and not dwell on it. Out of respect for the rest of humanity if the Creator suddenly decided a lottery was in the offing and I was the winner.

It's not a happy condition we humans are stuck in. We chase, we scramble and all we get are fleeting glimpses. Gone and jaded too soon. Americans sum it up so neatly - "The pursuit of happiness". It's so broad and so ephemeral that we go through all sorts of hoops in chasing the hope.

That's all it is really. Hope. Hope that when we get the promotion, find the spouse, find that elusive collectible, nail that exam, win the bacon, we bring home the contentment in our hearts, to be locked in some glass box forever. Sadly it doesn't work that way. We yearn, we dream for more, then we chase again.

The world has invented a word to control our inveterate need - Contentment. This puts the brakes to the megalomaniac in you. Add religion and the state to the mix, and you are guilty, guilty, guilty for even wanting what you want. Which then means you, we, us are under control by the individuals with the same urges as we have. Which they then pursue relentlessly. Reason for the wealth stuck in the top one percent of the population spread.

So yes, I do think about it. But if not for the billions of you still dreaming of emancipation, I would be narcissistic enough to say "Oh yes Creator, I'd very much agree to the sun not rising tomorrow".
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