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To have a daughter

Know she'll be fodder
For longers, barely hanger goners, wrongers
And her right to choose what she might and I might guide her to a bad choice looking for a voice like mine.
To know she'll grow and show the world a side of her I never want to see, in womanhood freedom, always my little girl to me, defend furiously, raise liberally.
A piece of me that may flourish or wither depending on weather, whether or not I'm a saint or myself and all the other factors of nature, nurture and luck. Influence in and out of control.
A goat to blame for short comings or a shout out at a lauding. Or just a forgotten memory if I don't last long enough.

What can be said

About it.

A one man show or a collective preformance.

Everybody, places please.

Dancing with mighty machines, so rough and yet so delicate, they know no feelings, they just want you to be gentle, get the blade spinning before you try to push it through the wood.

Let the hammer do the work. See your goal, follow through, get good first then fast will come naturally.

Math doesn't lie, has nothing to gain by it, if but the world had the same constraints. To master plumb, level, and square in a world that's constantly breathing, is a feat in and of itself. Follow the math.

Spiral in spiral out in the constant friction of an irregular number. Round tubes lashed with metal,  vaulted towards the ceiling through sweat. A different sweat than what you get in an unconditioned classroom.

A constant learning, an invested advisor facilitating a curriculum while espousing an ideal. Ideal is a goal, oft times not the end result, this is the beginning, not the end.

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To a friend on passing

It just wasn't the same

After Eeyore died

These hundred acres

Seem so desolate empty

A forest with nowhere to hide.

It's not like you couldn't see it coming

All the signs,

A dour sense of self doubt and sadness

Posted in his every remark.

"Thanks for noticing me"

He'd say, we'd laugh at his self abasing ways.

Oh Eeyore, your smile a gift worth a hundred of any others;

When you joined in the revelries what joy it was for everyone.

I lick hunny off my paw,

The taste is not so sweet,

To know our paths will never cross again. 

In days and weeks and years I know

I'll come to an agreement with the pain;

When I stop to think about you

I'll remember the good times,

The times we laughed,

Lest I cry.

The bear is not takin it well.

I can tell.

The writing on the wall.

The fall.

Preposterous it wasn't predicted,

Imposterus friends are we?

I simply can't believe it to be.

He was sad. What about me?

Was the impetus on us? We tried!

The ass wouldn't let us inside

Just a gray wasting away.

Oh well oh well

It's been a hell

We lost a good one

A kind one

Never a bother for nobody

Just a good ol' pal

I hope he's happy now

Though I know he's dead

Underground.

The woods will never feel the same.

If only he'd asked,

Why, I would have given.

Never had goals or dreams

He just never…

Will never.

I can't speak for myself

Having passed from the mortal coil

But know I am at peace,

Every individual particle of me returned to the dust it was created,

Chemical composition decomposed 

Into a new chemical composition 

I am one with my choices and apologize to those I've left behind, give it time

It will all be fine

Thanks for noticing me.