Cute has a season too.

I got this pic in an eMail today. I imagine about a week or so ago, this picture was cute as hell.

Let's get some bobJuan stuff on the table.

I'm gonna start honoring folks I know (of) who died as we go along. I've seen a bunch of death lately, and I've posted some here and there. Here's a few more:

Dorris Moore. The mother of my good friends Kevin, Ken and Don.
Ronald Earley. Friend of my friend Susan.
Jonathan. Nephew of my friend Susan
Van Washington. Husband of my friend Liz.

I give each of you my very best love and attention right now. You can come sit with me in the big chair, anytime.

OK, .next. I want to remind you one more time of my new favorite poet here. Check her out.

I just found out what soup to nuts really means here. It's way more fun saying it without really knowing what it means. Like cussing in spanish.

What would we do without birds?

I always feel good after
I feel bad
or is it before?

I don't care how everywhere it is
when my mom dies,
the world stops.

Whatever you think you're gonna die from
you won't be ready then either.

I'm on a death-roll I guess. Probably because I still have a bad case of gout in my left big-toe-foot and my Dr. says my liver-numbers are off the charts. I sure hope it's not too late for moderation!

I was thinking about a picture of my boy Eli I saw today, and realized, that kid can pull pleasure out of thin air! I love my boy.

That's it for this time. You know your bobJuan loves you.

Sunday Morning Recap

I've coded my way out of
more than one paper bag.

If you want to relax,
first things first
quit thinking you need to do anything.

Every macro is just
another micro.

There are moments when
I would trade my life for my cat's
I'm having one now.
She's on the move,
like it was the very first time.
There's never anything wrong in her world.

Here it is,
love it or not.

To be human,
how nice.

A couple for my girl.

I run around 24 X 7
In and out of my mind
I look left & right
I do the 10 thousand things
and sometimes more.
Recently my doings have
settled down, way down
a little this and a little that
seems enough.
as long as I don't have to be
moderate about you.

What good is:
solution without problem
ocean w/o land
sky w/o cloud
taste w/o tongue
shade w/o sun
sound w/o ear
chicken w/o egg
nite w/o sleep
mother w/o child
nite w/o day
straight w/o curve
up w/o down
normal w/o crazy
purr w/o cat
pea w/o carrot
paper w/o ink
big w/o small
ice w/o water
or me w/o you.

[Picture found here.]

Wonderful

you don't have to wait, if you're not going anywhere.

each time i see her walking to school i want to matriculate

don't ever pass up a chance to say something nice.

are you ready for the tap of death? the intimacy of dying time? por que no?

What the hell are flying colors? They told me I passed with them.

If the place isn't any good, it's not from a lack of investigation.

[Image found here.]

Chat Done.

A little more clarity on my own clinical case. Really, I'm done with the buzz-kill posts! If you want more, you're gonna have to beg!

Depression For Me,

For me, I liked chemical imbalance
and a quick fix please and thank you.
I know, no booze with that, like everything else, no booze!

For me, I didn't want my life this way
Certainly I am more special than this.
The onslaught of injustices I must endure!

For me, I couldn't imagine being responsible for my happiness
Cute cliche and affirmation, be happy!
I am the president of Victims Are Us

For me, being unhappy is easy
I got the inside scoop on how bad everything is
I can show you what's wrong in a minute, every one of them.

For me, depression is selfishness
Things aren't good enough for me
I know better

For me, I'm exhausted
I've turned my nose up on God's creation for
the last time.

[Image found here.]

Depression

I have been all over and under board with depression during the last 20 years or so. My wife, the most beautiful Catalina, could tell you way more than you want to know about my naked, sheetless dark nites. My Dr. used to call me an enema, no wait, an enigma. I have a young friend who deals with our subject matter on occasion. We're writing about it, he and I. During the last 10 years or so, I came to the conclusion that mine is brought about by a broken soul. I'm not living the life I really want to live. My soul is correcting me.... The correction is the depression, it is a call on the red-line, straight from my soul, screaming that shit is not working!!!#$!#$!@#! For me the pills were a way to ignore/medicate my soul, like Black Velvet and that slow southern smile. My soul would not have it. I have a very strong soul. We won't talk about how strong my mind or breath is. Anyway, depression is very personal, and the only productive time to talk about it, is when it is not in the room. Below is a poem I wrote over the past few nites, nudged on by my young friend, and my old friend Depression. Hey, not every post is a blast!

The sword makes one cut
one diamond edge
for days and weeks
it bleeds like two
blood is blade's work
creating this frozen moment
suffocating proof
of loves denial
Rejoice, your soul has removed the gold sword
of depression from its stainless sheath
and taken blue aim at your brown bullshit
one more time
Again I say rejoice and welcome your truth
lay naked and know you will breath again
when this cutting work is finished

[Pic found here.]

Hairs Cut

I'm not gonna say anything else about it.

Well, maybe this.

Tonite's Love.

Found some new favorite poetry here.

life:
is precious,
it's sooooo, not about me.

My face seems to be carrying more of my weight lately.

If you don't get that moms are moms
then never mind.
step moms, grandmas, all moms.

I'm not in a hurry,
I'm in love.
My understanding has led to my enjoying.

Many of us recognize the beginning of the end, on occasion.
Some of us have even seen the end of the beginning.

She took one look at his body and immediately became undry. He undried her.

Don't let her clothes fool you
she's fashionable thru and thru.

It's going to be a long day.bobJuan. June 21st, AnyYear, Cape Lisburne, Alaska.

Depression, my tortured soul music
like a sprout pushing through rocks for sun
a butterfly breaking free for flight
chick from egg for some scratch and sniff
yes i am this, not only, this am i yes
any partial attempt is fatal
you love it all or you don't love at all
my soul keeps reminding me
what I really want
it's so simple i can't believe it.
it must be more, it must be hard to attain
the way.
nope, just love bobJuan
bravery for the lovery is all it takesery.

A couple for my girl.

Before I begin another,
you my daylong poem
first and last
where I go for the goodstuff
everytime
how much rest for me
in your everything.

Lots to cover,
first things first, you and me, my sweetest poem.
[Picture found here.]