https://betweenthebars.org/blogs/524/steve-j-burkett
2-20-12

Irish Soup
Poems - Artwork - Short Stories - Notes - Rambling

Today I am a small child chasing butterflies in the meadow across from our home, stopping only to smell the flowers. It is a beautiful day. I am happy. Thank you for warming my heart.

There are days when words flow out like wine from a broken bale. Then there are days when there are only empty wine bottles.

I look into your smiling eye. I hold you in my arms. I hold you close. I hold you always. I hold you in my heart when you make me feel warm and safe.❤

My Aunt Alice, I'm thinking about you every day. :)

Little sister, I haven't heard from you in a while since you sent back to Oklahoma. I hope you will get to come back home soon. Worried.

I dream only of you on these cold winter nights.

I remember when I didn't know what I didn't know, and I didn't care because I didn't know.

An old Cherokee legend: Inside of us there is a fight ensuing between two dogs. One dog is good, the other is bad. The one you feed is the one who will win. Which one are you feeding?

I'm thinking of you every day, my love. You fill my heart with happiness every second of my existence.

#260. Having grey hair does not make you older. Ripe in years maybe. But perhaps pointedly so.

I crave the silence. Seeing the world in visual terms where everything is a self-portrait. So I am somewhere in it.

You have to keep physically and mentally active. There is no secret. You just have to keep at it. Keep going.

Forever and ever my true love, my Jeannie. ❤

As the sun is breaking over the distant hilltop, I am making out the silhouette of the Predator Castle. The sky has turned shades of yellow-orange and red wither the black clouds. There is a quarter moon fading out behind the clouds. No painting could ever do this morning true justice. 1-19-20

#227. Since ancient times, it has been the case that those who speak too much are criticized, as are those who speak too little and those who don't speak at all. Everyone in the world is criticized .

The seven ancestral emotions: joy, anger, grief, fear, love, hate, and desire.

Your brain is the most powerful machine in the world, and it's constantly changing. Time for an upgrade here. My motor skills, attention, and better creativity. :)

I want to say hello to everyone. Number one: my Jeannie❤, Linda, Aunt Alince, Ginny, Ted.

Happy birthday, baby. 3-15-67

I miss my brother Tim.