generation gaps....

ISNISN Posts: 1,700
edited August 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my dad was racist......but he's the person I loved more than anyone apart from my baby.....he was a great man, he worked for the United Nations......he was an alcoholic, and my mother hated him......he gave her and us a good life.....we travelled all over the world......I was the only one he could relate to......the two boys didn't understand.....I dream about him sometimes.....and I'm not sure whether I should listen to what he says in my dreams......he was such a bigot......but so clivvir......I talk to his niece on teh phone......and bewail my 'mother'.....and curse her out.......was this life a blessing or a curse......it was a blessing to go to Thailand and Malaysia......and to talk about Shakespeare at the dinner table, but it was a curse to have a mother who would rather spit in your eye than give you an ounce of love.......that was a curse, but I know she was a real woman, and that's why he loved her.....Dad, honeybunsters, my sweet baby, I miss ya, and always think about ya......ya know it'll be okay.....the witch will die.....and you'll be happy......Daddy, you're my favourite and baby looks like you, even though I was adopted......he's cheeky etc......you brought so much light into my darkness.....Dad, honsters......I miss ya......you died in August......and August will always be your month......etc......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    lots of emotion there
    sounds like a special relationship

    here's to august and your dad.
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    thx honeybunst3rs......ya know...day ta day is a big deal....comma, but gettin through August to November when my beautiful man-child was born takes it outta me......but ever since I came ta Australia......everything has bin so low-key.......so cleverly relaxed.......I feel like I wanna sympathise with those poor soldiers.......cos for once I'm happy....an when ya happy ya gotta sympathise right?........I jus feel like spreadin the love......and it's so amazing....like Luther Vandross said....or sumptin......heh.....thx 4 ur thoughts......kisses hugs and rude stuff
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • burtschipsburtschips Posts: 734
    I love my dad too, still think he's a fucker half the time though. Alco Pop!
    Salut baloo
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