~ With.Me ~


July 15 by The Running Son




by Jim Aldrich (:

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

14 thoughts on “~ With.Me ~

  1. FlutePlayer says:

    When caught between a rock and a hard place,
    Jim reaches out to space.

  2. I love the visual aspect of this. I will try not to be the rock……

  3. Ar Vhee says:

    Bloody bea-u-tiful 🙂

    • Bloody British! All along I thought you were Icelandic. Or Bolivian. Very strange.

      Or Venusian. Nice grassy knoll of an island you Brits have btw..

      • Ar Vhee says:

        haha.. I’m blood sorry to disappoint you señor Jimm but I’m asian (“TAG”).. so that’s Byebye nice grassy knoll and hello to (humid tropics) moist-southeast sections, and dry-across-interior kind of geo.climate.. ^_____^

        • Interesting miss. My sources say different. I will thank you to produce some form of proof.
          Acceptable forms include: a rock, a tree, a leaf, a piece of rice. (topped with codfish, or beef would be nice)

          • Ar Vhee says:

            Since when did that forms become acceptable…haha My grav is an asian proof.. *BIG smile*


            • Fascinating link. You see, I ran your Gravatar through my I.D. software. It disagrees with you. It insists you’re an Angel. I’m going with my PC’s unbiased conclusion.

              A Secondary proof would also help. A bug, or a rug. Notarized, thank you.

            • Ar Vhee says:

              Ooops, 1st world software > 3rd world’s..
              wont debate on that…
              existence of more or less 10% Tech Malfunction
              is possible.

              secondary proof: uhmm, we’re plague with dengue-virus-infested mosquitoes aotm. asian insect can suffice as proof. youre welcome. =)

            • Let me consult my general manager on these proofs. It will go to committee, and enter queue for approval.

              Until then, consider these tertiary proofs: a lock of hair, a chair, a pear.

  4. I love this and hate it when I reach for a rock. Kind of like let me make you wrong! I just caught myself doing that. Defense mechanism I guess, who knows you just put words to it for sure!

    • I know what u mean Michelle. (:

      • I’ve been thinking about this since I read it and it is exactly like that. When I read something like this I asked myself, “What in the world would make me act like that?” I haven’t quite figured it out but one thing that got me was I felt like he was treating me like I was stupid. So I said [picking up my rock before I could stop myself] “What are you being a smart ass.” To which he picked up his rock and said, “Why are you being so stupid” and the rock throwing went on. Before I knew it I could not stop wanting to prove that he was wrong. Then I apologized which I didn’t mean just more maneuvering on my part to make him see how wrong he was about me. Now I for sure want to throw rocks at myself. Just kidding. But something about being called stupid and treated like that makes me like a crazy woman! I’m going to save what you wrote if you don’t mind so I can put it in my journal maybe I can make some sense of why I turned 10 again today! Shaking my head at myself. 😀

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