the iTears bi-heart-tugging post. and a boneyard of tags and categories and forgotten things

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May 4 by The Running Son

It has been hard to read the posts I wrote, and I haven’t completely. Unlike my writing which has come easy… well not easy. I have to allow myself, always saying it’s ok. proceed. no what if’s’. No. If it is there, no slow typing or grungy half-key hardly working keyboard errors should get in the way of letting it roll out in its bumpy way. And whatever comes out, why not?

But it has been easier than other tasks before me, and taskmasters behind me reminding me that I just went through a full blown manic. and it was bad, and it was good. And I am here, still. Which is good of course. I have things I want to do, and a few old friends, Scott, that mean so much to me I can hardly stand it. But they are out there, still alive, and friendship is like a jewel but one that wont survive without air, breathed in to it, from both, the breath of conversation and smiles. Something, anything. a touch, a shout out, a reach out, a simple, I care.

But writing this is hard. I’ve been crying. Mr Jim and his rhyming sitting there and thinking about the most universal things. The ones that matter anyways. The ones that concern love and children and parents, and that concern death of course, and divorce and watching weekends and years go by, and the ones that concern missing things. Opportunities to go on a vacation to Europe or meet up with your birth-parents, or sing in a special event, or cry before a goodbye you didn’t see coming…mr or mrs prophet… it profits nothing so stop it. The time is now.

It’s time to go back in to old writings, and see what’s in them. Feels kind of like the first time all over again, like this writing, when you let the pencil or keyboard or mental-blocks go, it’s like I was back at 14 years old when it was easier for this California  suburban kid to cough out poems or a drawing, or even a hug with a family member.

Crying and writing are ok. loving is ok too. letting someone in. Like I let you all in to my mess of a tag and category system, and a bipolar, iWriting look at me, bi-heavenly angels above my prose is just floating… but that’s ok, see. I say it’s ok. Nobody gotta follow me. I aint crazy, or a cult leader, or even a good speller.

But why not. Somebody said it was iA-O-K, and I *think* that somebody was me.

~Jim

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14 thoughts on “the iTears bi-heart-tugging post. and a boneyard of tags and categories and forgotten things

  1. WilderSoul says:

    Thanks for letting us all in Jim! Crying, writing, loving, letting someone in. Man you go for the hardest of things! And yet there is where the greatest rewards are found. I’m only at the warm-ups stage! Rusty poetry and creaky drawings… Haven’t got to the crying yet, let alone the rest. :\ This post is the most raw I reckon.

    • there are raw-er post buried. I had forgotten about this, one of many posts of me trying to reach out… find something… It’s still hard reading this.

      so many good things have happened in these few weeks, I flirt with the idea of closing the RFB altogether, moving on to a clean new poetry blog… or whatever, but It’s too important I remember all of this.

      😉 Jim

      • WilderSoul says:

        It gives a background to your poetry. Hard to say what’s the best thing to do. The nature of blogging seems to be to let people into the personal world of the blogger. Must say I have left blogs behind and made new ones. It has a symbolic feel to it. It also feels like something is missing that cannot be shared. Unfortunately that’s just the way it is. The nature of me and my life. Unless I find a way through it.

        • •··–WiÏÐër·–·§ÖüL–··•

          Thanks WS. Blogging “is” people, I think. It reflects who people are, in what they present, and what they omit. And I think it is ok to blog however you (or whoever 😉 ) like to. Genuine need not be confessional, it could be business genuine or love-genuine only. Or genuine political passion, or a love for toes, or action figures.

          Clothes, why not. Or just your ramblings. Who knows, you could go blog-wide-tastic. Make magic. Kick mega blogs. Kidd a toad, make a blog frog. Do splits. Two blogs to take a one person shi–
          ngle on my roof was loose. Heh, funniest thing too.. I patched it up… and whalahh!

          Feeling mighty friendly, and blog dry serene.

          -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-

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