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Irish Soup Journal
Notes - Ramblings - Poems - Short Stories - Art - Steve - Bull

Apparently I passed gas recently. I haven't heard from anyone.

I would like to see everyone strive to reconnect with anyone they know who is behind bars, as doing time without someone to tell you they care can get to be unbearable at times.

My experiences tell me there's always reason for hope, even in the most difficult places, times + circumstances.

On Colors: Red means you're not afraid to say what you think; Green broadcasts your traditional values; Black means you're consistent and reserved; Blue means you're mentally at ease in most situations. Introverted; soft colors; Extroverted; hard colors.

Remember tomorrow is not a given, my love. This is why I need you today and every day.

I write poems about the beauty I've seen all around, poems about the moon, the stars, the night sky. I write about the white snow on the mountain top, a sailboat sailing around a lake, a castle for a lighthouse, the beauty of your brown eyes when the sun lights them. I read them to the prison guards; they just don't seem to get them, to understand. Maybe a blacker heart cannot see the colors.

Art is a living, breathing thing worthy of all of our interest at times, and our respect all the time.

I have to continue to dream of better days when things were good, of true love, of the smiles on the face of my loved ones and friends; without these dreams, I'm in an empty world, a lonely place with only my tears to keep me company in the cold.

It has been cold and damp here for a couple of weeks now so I haven't been able to do much, so I've been down. Someday the aches are so bad, I can't even get out from under the blanket and don't want to. The days are getting longer. Soon summer will be here. Am I still being posted? No message for April? :(

❤Tigana❤

My Love, my Heart: I'm missing you every minute of every day. Your face is so much to me in these early morning hours when I can't sleep—it's hard for me to get out of bed anymore so I lie here and remember the feel of your warm body against mine as I watched you sleeping, afraid to move, not wanting to wake you. Spring, daylight is coming earlier summer is need—my arthritis pain is subsiding a lot and the allergy pollens are in the air. Took the wrong allergy pill last week and was drowsy for 2 days. :)

I've been sick all week (food poison). Don't know from what but half the people in this place had it. :( Feel better today, got a letter from you yesterday; was beginning to think the site was down again. I hope my blogs are getting put up.

Of course, I believe in God. I've always believed in Him. I just don't believe in all the rules that people come up with. If it's not in the Bible, it's someone else's beliefs and I too believe God is all forgiving. So now, in my older years, I do all I can to be kind to others. I try not to judge anyone.

As I've told you my arthritis is getting better with the warmer weather, so I've been able to get some painting down on paper. Working on a picture of my Mom+Dad dated 1942. :) They were a handsome couple.❤

You are that long, long sweet memory of my life that keeps hope and love alive inside me. It's knowing that you love me that lets me be able to make another day; knowing that we'll be together for eternity. Sweet dreams, my love. I'll love you always.

Forever + EVER

I will stop purchasing old
worn out memories from
flea markets and junkyards
In my thirty disguised quest
to find my long-lost
troubled and misguided youth
I will stop hiding memories
from the one person
whom finds them valuable
In my thirty disguised quest
to find my long-forgotten
unwanted and misguided youth
I will stop collecting old grievances
as if they were
my dear old friends
In my thirty disguised quest
to find my lost, forgotten,
unwanted, and troubled past
I will stop counting on old friends
when I need a laugh
or memories with good mojo
In my thirty disguised quest
to find my long-lost
sweet memories of my youth.

Steve Burkett
5/9/15