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Dia De Las Madres

May 10, 2015

The Mightiest MOMMA

Some days you feel grateful. Some days you forget. It doesn’t serve as an excuse for me as much as it does a description. It just is. You forget things that have been done for you / to you. Maybe it’s just the process that the brain goes through to be able to cope with the fact that it is on until it isn’t (any longer). The thought of it can feel “HEAVY”.

Madre de los hijos mios / Swingin’ Sunday

My parents came to town and i was able to see them. We walked in the rain, talked of Nebraska and children. We watched as my younger brother passed across a stage to take a diploma that may lead him to a greener pastures. We built a fire and let it take our conversation to topics untouched. Four days with Father and Mother, the last being the morning of “Mothers Day”. I was able to tell the woman that birthed me a humble “thank you”.

Daddy Fred / Ollie-VER / Salt Lake City

Words of Adoration / Mother Mia.

To my mother, my lover, the woman and child.

The twist and the grind of a life that still beats.
Starts with the thought then the swim to the seed.
Slow and inside of the mother it grows,
Two hearts step in sync till the seed meets the soul.

Now into the world with a gasp for the air.
Everything’s foreign, it seems jarring, unfair.
There is color and beauty, a world to be seen
There is darkness and thunder but hope in between.

Through every moment there’s a woman who sits.
Cautious to protect to the point where she’s sick,
She guides from a far through her motion and move.
Showing the seed what it means to improve.

One step then five till the seed has its mind
It kisses the Mother and waves it’s goodbyes.
The win and the fail all apart of the drive
Showing the bitter only sweetens a life.

Now years trickle through making elders from youth
And looking behind there’s the pillar of truth.
The woman who gave you the breath that you take.
The mightiest of creatures, the Mother, the maid.


joshua (a wolf)

Dia De Las Madres

May 10, 2015

The Mightiest MOMMA

Some days you feel grateful. Some days you forget. It doesn’t serve as an excuse for me as much as it does a description. It just is. You forget things that have been done for you / to you. Maybe it’s just the process that the brain goes through to be able to cope with the fact that it is on until it isn’t (any longer). The thought of it can feel “HEAVY”.

Madre de los hijos mios / Swingin’ Sunday

My parents came to town and i was able to see them. We walked in the rain, talked of Nebraska and children. We watched as my younger brother passed across a stage to take a diploma that may lead him to a greener pastures. We built a fire and let it take our conversation to topics untouched. Four days with Father and Mother, the last being the morning of “Mothers Day”. I was able to tell the woman that birthed me a humble “thank you”.

Daddy Fred / Ollie-VER / Salt Lake City

Words of Adoration / Mother Mia.

To my mother, my lover, the woman and child.

The twist and the grind of a life that still beats.
Starts with the thought then the swim to the seed.
Slow and inside of the mother it grows,
Two hearts step in sync till the seed meets the soul.

Now into the world with a gasp for the air.
Everything’s foreign, it seems jarring, unfair.
There is color and beauty, a world to be seen
There is darkness and thunder but hope in between.

Through every moment there’s a woman who sits.
Cautious to protect to the point where she’s sick,
She guides from a far through her motion and move.
Showing the seed what it means to improve.

One step then five till the seed has its mind
It kisses the Mother and waves it’s goodbyes.
The win and the fail all apart of the drive
Showing the bitter only sweetens a life.

Now years trickle through making elders from youth
And looking behind there’s the pillar of truth.
The woman who gave you the breath that you take.
The mightiest of creatures, the Mother, the maid.


joshua (a wolf)

Two Years. Time Moves On. A Boy.

April 19, 2015

Two Years / But Just a Day.

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Chicken Feedings / Ollie’s Proven Therapy / Birthdayz

Green Face / Birthdayz

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Museum of Natural Curiosity / Water Wagon / Thanksgiving Point / Birthdayz

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Times moves on.
A passerby, as I am. An observer, as I am. A traveler. A wanderer. A boy.
Watching as it all unfolds before me, through the eyes (expression) of my son.
Two years and it feels as one motion, one opening and closing.
The days feel like minutes, and there is nothing to do but let it wash over you, picking up the pieces / shells / moments that show any kind of color, leaving the ones that inevitably (with no outside influence) will be swept back with the current.

Does every man / woman / father / mother / pro-creator feel as I do?
Slightly lost, but even more so lost “in it”. The living of ones life in accordance to what he / she might believe to be a good life, a good way to steer the ship, in hopes that their offspring will follow, even if slightly?
Two years in it, and I still feel like a child leading my children.
I can’t drag this thought out, it’ll kill me.

Ollie-VER / NO-Pod / Sound of Silence.

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Life is just wild and often too cruel.
A mountain of mystery with no summit, no school.
“Dreamlike” the living, and then with a breath,
We break through the tunnel of color and death.
The greatest unknown that my mind can conceive.
But God, if it’s anything like what I have seen.
Though grateful and cherished are the moments I’ve had.
To repeat it, prolong it, no interest I have.
For life is a day, and a day I can take.
And when it stops beating the whole motion won’t change.

Truly amazed by it.

Joshua.