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There’s a little log cabin in Montana

It’s out there somewhere


Simply waiting

Like heaven on earth

Rolling hills cascading all the way to the mountainside

Porch faces west

The sun channels its inner Picasso every single night

Performs its masterpiece

This could be Wyoming

Or Idaho

Or even here in my county

It doesn’t matter

It’s there


I dream about it often

In this dream, she’s there


She has to be; one cannot go without the other

Without her, it’s just an old empty house

Lonely and void of significance…….

There’s a loveseat for two

Her hand in mine

Glass of wine for her; a cold one for me

If I died right here with my hand entwined in hers, I couldn’t complain…….

This dream will take time

But all dreams do

A lot of obstacles will test our patience, our commitment, our love

They will pop up from time to time between now and then

Their magnitude may seem great

But they will be defeated

These hurdles are mere thoughts that cast our own doubts

They can be worn down over time in the face of real, genuine love

We will remain vigilant

We only need to recite these last three lines when these harmless, potent less thoughts attempt to bear fruit…….

The dream is still a dream

But one day, when our love has earned its rightful place in this little old log cabin

In the perfect valleys of Montana

We will look each other in the eyes and know it was all worth it


Ah, to find my soulmate

That one person in the universe

A guarantee of forever bliss

In a world otherwise bleak and tragic

Why wouldn’t I want to find my soulmate?

And spare myself the heartbreak and grief

Misery and sadness

That is sure to accompany me for not finding mine

If only

If only the very idea of a soulmate were possible……..

But, alas, it is not

It does not exist

And if it did, most would obliterate this supposed greatest gift

Perhaps, after all, one’s greatest gift is that there are no soulmates

Rather, abundant chances for real love

True love

My girl and I are not soulmates

Far from it

Our story resides far, far away from Hollywood

But you see, the very idea of a soulmate and Hollywood are made for each other

They’re fairytales, fictional

What we have is far more real

The longing to connect and love

Regardless of our circumstances

It doesn’t matter what tomorrow holds

Or next week, next year

We share a burning desire to learn how to love each other

Every single day

That feeling is authentic

Powerful and unmistakable

It is a fire in our bellies that a soulmate cannot provide

It’s exactly what I’m after

Hollywood can have its “happily ever after”

I want this


If the chimpanzees were given their chance

To come out of the barrel

And leave their mark on this world

The way it is today

To lead the nations

This nation

Would they be able to find common ground?

Communicate through their differences

and recognize the whole is greater than the sum of the parts?

Find a way to love one another

regardless of affiliation or personal views?

Would they whine about trivial “hardships” that seem petty?

Or understand and empathize with those around the world that are TRULY suffering?

Would they ignore others’ pain as long as it didn’t affect them

in the ultimate display of selfishness?

Even if their penchant for flinging their own feces is too great for cessasion

Could they possibly screw this planet up any more than humans?

I do not believe so

It’s time for the chimpanzees to have their chance

Love Need Not Be Certain



A sure thing

Traits that are sought out



When it comes to love

Who doesn’t enjoy the occasional slam dunk?

But that’s all it is


A rare commodity

Hardly prevalent in the real world

Outside of Hollywood


To the contrary, I’ll live with the unknown

Not knowing how it plays out

Because to me, that’s what’s damn exciting!

One thing I’m certain of

Is that I love her touch

The way her sweet head fits when she leans into me

How she calls me “baby”

How she trusts me with intimate details about her life

No matter how unfortunate

How time spent with her goes so fast, I’m left longing for the next time

And the time after that

How she’s the first thing I think of in the morning

And the last in the evening

In hopes of a most wonderful dream

About her

I haven’t the first idea how this goes

The endgame is quite unknown

And I couldn’t care less

For I love her dearly

That’s for certain

And that’s more than enough for me

Farmland and Quaint Little Towns

Oh, how I adore traveling obscure back roads

The rolling hills

Of farmland

Greenery as far as I can see

And the charming and picturesque quaint little towns

Where there’s but one of everything

Progress has stalled well before these places

And it’s where I want to be

The world once brimmed with these treasures

When times were much simpler

And better

A Father’s Love

When you hurt, I hurt

When you’re sad, I’m sad

When you cry, I cry

I may not show it

On the outside

I need to appear strong for you

But I’m dying on the inside

Broken bones, lost pets, broken loves

I’m there

Experiencing every emotion with you

A father’s love

Will take you through the end of my days

When She’s Sleeping



Not a care in the world

It has to be this way

For her tranquility

When she’s sleeping she doesn’t hurt

Tears are more difficult to manufacture when the subconscious is at rest

When she’s sleeping

Scenarios that leave her fraught with worry aren’t in play

When she’s sleeping she sees her love in a positive light

She’s free from the heartbreak of how it really is

Hate, anger, and sickness

Replaced with flowers, rainbows, and kisses

When she wakes, she’ll do so with a smile

For the magic of her dreams will still be with her

But only temporarily

Seconds, really

When reality sets in

For this is life and that is fantasy

And that is unfortunate

‘Cause it’s so much better

When she’s sleeping



Hundreds of them

Hit me like a ton of bricks

When they come to the forefront

How I long for them

Grandparents, friends, lost loves

The old mall that is torn down

That old hatchback wagon

And classic songs…….

They all have a story attached to them

At least I can go back and play them

And long some more

What is it about yesterdays?

That they can do no wrong

Am I that biased?

Or were they really that perfect?

Why are they so much better than the todays and tomorrows of the world?

And someday…….

Will today (tomorrow’s yesterdays) hold that special place in my heart?