some folks have so much chutzpah and panache, and i so little

omne of my most somber golas has always bene to be more a vbeleivier in my own soulself and my forward healing progress
may this be the day
the calmsness shashay sway,yea

the walls COULD falter and topple , after the death of the loved , and if THAT could hop in, what else is stable?

after the deaths of my folks
i got to fretting that walls themselves could collapse
and roofs and ceilings as swell

there was seismic activity afoot,sure
that was not the factor,though;
it was my uncanny insight that
bad stuffs could and had hopped in
so why wouldn't they domino forward?
why wouldn't the nucleation 'neath the football stadium trigger each and every molecule in the realm
and take us all(specially myself)
painward?

naturally that didn't happen then and it didn't happen to me
nor the roofs I was under
but to know they wouldn't falter asunder...
just then that was beyond me
now you see how booze had me so ripe for the muck?

vicarious thrills of a sober alkie and a weedpiper in rrecuperation, as swell

to encourage the encourager to have a sip of some freebrei wine, when i'm a sober alkie myself, is trebly wronging
1. she'll decide for herself is she wants to drink, not at my encouragement(why would i want someone else to discover the 'joys of boozing', such as they might be, anyhow?)
2. i don't need to try to get my jollies watching her have a glow or a slight buzz
it might not be good for her healing ongoing and also it is like a falsie commercial that says 'See, booze isn't bad for you, it isn't hurting her none....'.
BOOZE =VERYVERYVERYVERY BAD FOR ME
CUZ i am a recovering alcoholic,forever(OR I can go back to drinking highly unsuccessfully? nay nay nay O goddess of Arte help me this day not that to do never to go back to the poison road, no
3. i need to realize that since i'm an alcoholic
others might have their reasons(and good ones, as well) for not drinking...
but the main one is : would i encourage someone to smoke a joint near me or to eat some yummy sugar-laden chocolate cakes?
nay

un trappered and unbeknownst, she sleeks

un trappered and iwthout traps of jaw irons about herself
the she-birdling straddles the art abyss and bravely countenances her soul kernel

healing chill, relaxingly sunless

the shelties and us
traipsing, loosing from gloves(not in fact, just in fret)
we saw a perpetuum maquina
a stuffed macaw
a clam in its own stewing
and some type of min-universally appropo canon del sol

p.s. how nice you was today boo(exclamatedo)

if ever we could leap away from the void without evading the now,ach

if ever
if ever honey
either of us evades the harsh punisher within
would one of us pact and text and fax the otter to let her hymn know that
there is a weg off the uncommon weal of karmic comic

lacking the confidence of a chipmunk or a newborn clam

we is learning that we will never have the toddler's self-confidence in thems elf
and so we always must remain close to our core natures or we can get so hurt by the unkindliest of souls out there, y'know, little bird?