They're my boon and bane - they're the heart of my ruin and salvation. They've made me and broke me more times than I want to recall. With pain that gripped me and felt like it's shred me into pieces and throw me to the four winds, and within my emotional attachment to some I could've pissed blood, spit teeth and laughed and known peace in my mind that doctor's claim you can never get. I've whispered it'd be all right in rooms lit only with dusk's light, and I've wept like a fool in the noon time sun. I swore I'd never have a thing to do with them again, and longed to only want to hate them and ended up at the beginning of the saddistic cycle again.

I've never been a saint, and never intent to be. I've been swung at and deserved it, sometimes not. I can't say I never swung back, but I can say I never intentionally hurt anyone. Not all the one's I've loved I tried nor wanted to be with, but perferred instead to love from afar and just simply call friend. If only they knew what I'd have gone through for them though. But unfornately, or luckily Alaska is my sanctuary, and where I live the motto of not ****ting where I live. If anything I can say this about being in Alaska, it may make me slightly apathetic, but affords me time to reflect.

If it hadn't been for a woman named Emily, I'd have probably never learned pain that can afford me the ability to sing the blues. But she's the one that allowed me to know the absurd truth of cheesy poetry before the ugly fall. She burned the date of December 27th into my brain, and yearly on that date I'm found on a barstool drunk if I'm single and alone, and it'll probably always be that way. I don't drink on that day to forget, I drink to remember in ways my brain will not normally allow.

Such a thrill in the chase and the blissful sorrow in the release. I love all women, just happens some I'd like to love a little bit more than others. But I'll remember them all, is the memory accurate, or more akin to a fisherman's memory that changes for the better or worse with each retelling? I don't know, and it quite frankly doesn't matter.

The things I know about women aren't rules set in stone, they're an ever shifting pallet of hues of emotion that are mixed into psychodelic escasty. I know the ranges the pallet has to offer, I want no pastels on it, I want a woman mixed of strong and true color. They may lead to my untimely ruin, but the one and only thing I know is this: If they're to be my undoing, there is no other way I'd like go.

Iateronmly

Is this DD for me by chance....lol. If not, I sure helped get the ball moving on this DD for you...lol
With every good-bye we learn...huh?
Great write up Iateronmly!!

Sounds about right...

Hence the famous words...Women: can't live with em' Can't kill em'

Awesome DD Iateronmly Definately the truth it was deep I will have to give you credit for that much. I enjoyed reading this lat and thank you for sharing. Almost brought a tear to my eye!

Quote: Originally Posted by PhLaKz'R Is this DD for me by chance....lol. If not, I sure helped get the ball moving on this DD for you...lol With every good-bye we learn...huh? Great write up Iateronmly!!

Women make a painful mess of us all bro. Shame us, love us, destroy us, and build us. I only know one road, and my friend, is a rocky and a messy and not a route I suggest anyone to take. But it is definately a short-cut to paying my dues I swear.

As I already told you

Quote: Originally Posted by Iateronmly I'll never let haunting memories win, I'm gonna see St. Peter at the golden gates, he's gonna ask me what I did to make my way - I'll reply with a whole lotta anger, I lived with hidden burdens and a deranged mind, send me back and I'll do it a 2nd time.

Life, love, death, and hate - they're man's only fortold and promised fate. Living fast, it'd be a better life lived if we could only find the faith and knowledge in our souls to know we can keep our wheels facing the right way to the road.

Find that one moment in this world that brings instant bliss, they're hard to uncover through a pile of rubble. But it works a helluva lot better than any junk. If you don't have one, you can swear it to yourself and the world, you best dig with your hands some more. Every man and woman in this world that has paid a price of sanity to the world has one.

If you still can't, use mine. After drunken evenings that left me against unknown cinder block walls, and ohh-god-late nights that resulted in early morning sunlight scorching my eyes it's kept me going.

I rarely awake in anything less than a rage and normally it could be described as a begrundened awakement - I loathe the morning. But I once awoke before the sun had decided to fully rise. The mynx had taken all the covers yet again and threw em off her side of the bed. White tank top is all she had on, I never seen anyone sleep as peacefully. God would be hard pressed to reward any mortal with a moment of peace in sleep like that. Within her resting forum, I found a memory and moment that I can retreat to and meditate on. Not much of a story, there is no action and no amazingly unique subject - but it's kept me fighting to stay on this side of the grass more than one time. I grew to hate her as much as I loved her, but that doesn't matter. It's the stitch in time that is it's own measure.

Wow..You are getting most Poetic these days, that redneck flair of yours adds so much "Pain" to them...

Time to break out the Midget Porn!

Pretty much every relationship i've had has ended very very badly, and nearly always with either me or my partner ending up in hospital. I think maybe thats a bad sign.

Women you can't live with 'em and you can't do your washing without 'em!

Quote: Originally Posted by $SOLID$ Necro Wow..You are getting most Poetic these days, that redneck flair of yours adds so much "Pain" to them... Time to break out the Midget Porn!

+rep for mentioning midget porn in the poetic women can't live with/without thread.

edit: at least it will when I can

Iat, your way too old for your age

great DD post

Excellent piece! I concur with your outlook 100%, bro!

Amen to that.

Quote: Originally Posted by HigHTecHReDNecK Iat, your way too old for your age

Naw. Not old enough.

The things I know about women I can count on the fingers of one fist...


Nice post bro

What could someone living in Alaska possibly know about women? Don't you guys have sex with moose?

Quote: Originally Posted by j-dogg What could someone living in Alaska possibly know about women? Don't you guys have sex with moose?

Poor Moose !
-MF

The things I truly know and understand about women are described at length henceforth:

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Quote: Originally Posted by Coelacanth The things I truly know and understand about women are described at length henceforth: . .. ... ....

Well that's just because every woman is different, with her own pros and cons. The rule is there is no common rule. Ain't that great though? Best us guys can do, best as I can figure at lest, is love the ones we can, avoid the one's we hate. The only thing to know is how we feel, there are games that can be played... but games never last forever.

What i know about women. Lets see one night of drunken awesomeness can turn into 18 years of child support.........

Oh my, Lateronmly.... you sound like a reincarnation of Lord Byron himself.... and I consider that to be a good thing...

TDR