Mr & Mrs Cooper

Mr & Mrs Cooper arrive at work everyday sharp at 8am
Mr Cooper opens Mrs Cooper's door and leads her out of their mini van
And some days Mrs Cooper does it for Mr Cooper
Mr Cooper is at his desk everyday with a smile, a conversation, and a chocolate no matter your age
Mrs Cooper volunteers with a smile each and every day
At noon, Mrs Cooper waits for Mr Cooper in front of the cafeteria line
Mr Cooper always makes it there on time and holds her her hand the entire wait time
Mr Cooper still tells the doctor how special his lady is
Mrs Cooper still blushes whenever she gets his kiss
They have been married for 65 years, they always tell anyone close enough to listen
"The secret to our success," Mr Cooper always says, "is to never forget the spark that ignited & your heart will always make sure your love forever glistens."
Listening to this couple and watching their tender love still grow
Makes me excited for awaits my husband and I once we are gray and old.

The Love Book

It is, without a doubt, the small, thoughtful & beautiful things that love brings you that uplifts you for a lifetime.

Poetry, lyrics, music, touches, looks.... all of it.

Never forget how special and precious love is. It is a gift... not an obligation.

(I love you chuchiricucko)

Leona

There are some that will never understand the bond between a human and an animal... But I don't think that my beautiful rottweiler/german shepard dog was anything short of an angel trapped in a four legged form. Until you have experienced this kind of love... you'll never understand how precious that bond really is.

She was special, she was kind, she was incredibly intelligent, she was noble, she was protective, she was beautiful, she was filled with love that anyone that came into her presence was forced to recriprocate, she was a part of the family and she was my very best friend. She would listen to me, she would help me heal when I was wounded, she would give and take love with no judgements, she would be the company & laughter I needed every time I needed it. I had never seen a dog be as smart, as intuitive, as prissy, as emotional, and as perfect as she. Did you know that dogs could smile? She used to smile at me. I'll never ever ever forget it.

I knew something was wrong. I felt it. I knew it. I just didn't want to accept it. If only she could've hung on for just a month so I could see her, hold her, and play with her one last time. My princess lived a long healthy and very much loved life. I can only be grateful she brought so much joy into my life and my familiy's life. I don't think I would have been able to handle seeing her at her worst because simply seeing her limp or on her menstrual cycle broke my heart. She died peacefully and I thank God for that. She was brave and strong just like she always was until the very end. I could not have asked for a better friend.

My family suffered through this loss just as heavily and I cannot imagine the pain they endured to unsuccessfully hide it from me (for a few hours only) and the hurt as they laid her down and took care of her limp body. We loved her. She was beautiful. And I thank my family endlessly for taking good care of her and laying her down to rest in a place she would rest peacefully. I know she will continue to watch over her house and her family as we have and always will do for her. My husband helped me thru my mourning and without that I would have probably went a little nuts.

She blessed me right before she died. My husband and I have a new puppy. A full bred german shepard male by the name of Roxas. We got him on the eve of our 1 year wedding anniversary in Albuquerque at 6 weeks old for $200.00. It was 34 degrees out, the road to his former home was unpaved and pitch dark minus a pathetic porch light that led to more unpaved road and dirt that enclosed two MASSIVE german shepards. A male that was barking relentlessly and a female circling her 4 shivering babies. Another couple beat us to the punch and among the 4 of us we exchanged puppies to see who was our match. Despite how cold, confused, and tired he was, Roxas, 6 weeks old barely aware of his own eyesight, licked us. I see so much of Leona in Roxas. His attentiveness, his love for the front door yard instead of the backyard, his regal hatred for wet grass and/or rain, his ability to learn things quickly, his affection, his ability to know who to push the limits with and when, his massive destructive waving tail, his HULK SMASH paws that force you to stop doing whatever your doing and pay attention to him, his grumpiness and unwillingness to wake up in the morning and lay completely on you so you won't get up either, his smart aleck way that when he is told to lay down he still keeps his butt in the air until you really tell him to lay down (LEONA's FAVORITE), and my absolute favorite.. both these beautiful animals are bilingual and even if whatever craziness we yell at them isn't even close to their name, they know it's them.

Thank you Leona. I know you are always with me.

Thank you everyone who supported and helped me thru her passing.

Rest in peace mi coshita... 7/28/10

"Barefoot Bandit"

Let's cut to the chase shall we? Cut the bullshit, no fancy words, no politically correct terms.... give it to me raw.

This white boy who had a "troubled childhood," robbed several houses, hijacked a plane, managed to flee the country, live in the bahamas for 2 years and this asshole has over 2 million fans on facebook and is being referred to as a hero.

Word?

So let's break this down, shall we?

White boy- Meaning our government will no doubt see this child as a troubled youth and go on to perform (if that) several tests that will inevitably come back justifying and proving that he wasn't in his right state of mind and indeed needs medications and tender love and care since deep down he didn't really mean it.

If this was a slightly different case, let's say a spic and/or black person, it's just in our DNA to do such heinous things.

Troubled Childhood- Of course! Common causes of this could be the "loner" syndrome, the "outcast," divorced parents, peer pressure, recreational drugs etc etc.. all of course, forgiven and mediocre

Different case? Latino or black? We did it cuz we from the hood and we be doing shit like that. Poverty, held down by "the man," racism, etc etc.. all normal. No troubled childhood here

Robbed houses- It's ok because no one was harmed in the process

Different case? Nobody was around and that's why nobody was harmed.

Hijacked a plane- He is a troubled child but no doubt he is a genius

Different case? Anxiety or some other paranormal explanation to justify these impossible actions. Oh, and by the way, we are thieves.

Live in the bahamas for TWO years- ..... genius?
(forget the fact we are talking about NATIONAL SECURITY THAT ALLOWED AN ADOLESCENT TO HIJACK A FUCKING PLANE AND MANAGED TO STAY HIDDEN FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS IN PREDOMINATELY BLACK COUNTRY AND REMAINED UNDETECTED!)

Different case- We blend in. No genius or thought out plan here. We just blend in.

What does this say about the media and it's attention to this case? This all seems pretty and cute since, I hate to say it, it is a white boy. What does this say about our security forces????? Maybe this kid is a prodigy and managed to kick some major ass.... point is...

What are we teaching society when he is being glorified as a hero? Are his actions not to be weighed heavily on simply because no one was harmed? Obviously, you have never been mugged or robbed before.

Maybe I'm wrong. But things like the "barefoot bandit" is a beautiful example of a broken system we encourage.

THOUGHTS?

Tonight pt 2

"........And then tomorrow, when the sex has leaked from my eyes, we'll make sweet

love the way our souls know how to and were born to do

And by then, the bruises and bites would have faded... well... at

least on you." CONTINUED.......


Thank GOD by the look in your eyes it appears I have not asked you for something you do not wish to give & instantly my belongings drop to the floor

Your eyes have bled to black and behind the darkened high tide shore of your fire's sea, I find all the forbidden intentions I have been asking for

For a split second I ask myself if I may have awakened sins from a once calm sea I wasn't prepared to embark

Until you reach for the lights and as instantly as I could gasp, the room was already pitch dark

My heart pumps heavy in my mouth but before I could even utter the beat you have somehow managed to press your body closer to me

I throw off the heels that have imprisoned me all day & throw off the jacket I thought would help me get through the 9 hours I slaved

Your lips have found mine and your hands rise to stop me from moving or doing anything other than indulging in your kiss

You slow down my movements but have done nothing for what I cannot resist

You slowly explore that for which you have taken as your obedient prisoner

Like a dance, our lips open and close turn and twirl and dip and push and pull and grind and massage and finally get what they were look for

That anticipation that exaggeration that sweet prespiration that raw desperation

Only for you to pull it back and meet my angry eyes

This teasing of yours is something, tonight, I DESPISE

In the glimmering darkness I see your delight

"We do this my way, tonight."

His masochistic demanding only intensifies the need

As if he knew this, he grabs both my hands above my head and slowly begins to lead

My breathing quickens and he accepts that as a sign for more and begins to quicken his steps as his fingers slowly begin to fall

My back is suddenly thrusted against some random wall

And with one hand he secures both my arms and leaves me helpless as he leads the next movement of his dance with his lips

Synchronized with his hips that have now become dangerously close to where we need to connect

From my ears, to the nape of my neck, to the tips of my breasts, to the skin beneath my naval to the buttons of my skirt whose zipper is now met with a secret that is patiently erect

His lips leave a trail & his breath inhales my scent that is met with constant sighs and almost pleas to be released

Angered by my constant movement, my cries are only met with more strength on my wrists & a sudden bite on my thighs that brings me to my knees

Satisfied he has brought me to my defeat, he yanks the clips that help my hair in place and grasps as much as he can fist

And pushes me upstairs with an urgency that almost bruises my lips as he feasts on our kiss.....

The Walls & I

We have to live together, the walls and I
We see each other daily & often times we sit in silence
But its comfortable
They silently consent as I, excuse me, my husband painted over them bright and loud colorful hues
They had to match our personalities of course
The walls understood
They provide shelter & only exhale during the chilled nights of the winter
They provide sufficient strength when they need to hold my and/or his weight up against it
Overall
The walls & I
are happy with our silent friendship.
Except that one day.
That one day where they weren't silent and instead echoed each yell throughout the entire house to make sure we both heard our anger
Except that one day
That one day where I purposely slammed the door hoping something would break instead the walls shivered at my coldness
Except that one day
That one day I took down all the reminders of what love may portray
The walls stared me barren, naked, dull, relentlessly, hating me, for taking away the decorations they embraced
All of these events the walls and I went through together and they forgave each time
Except that one day they still find the pleasure in reminding me....
That one day I hurled that steel toe boot and left two ugly dark black marks against a once pure and untouched golden hue
That blackened wall
Now bears a scuff mark that pierces through my soul
The walls, they know it all
And to mock me they make sure I notice it
Its bold enough to cast instant regret over my foolish actions and it's discreet enough to silently, daily, remind me of my shame
And when I feel the need to scrape it off, no, scratch that, when I feel the need to tear and claw that mark off
The walls remind me that he too must remember why that boot was even a part of that initial scoff
So
The walls and I
We been thru it all
& though they never say it
They are my best friends
And remind me of the many journeys they've seen me on.

The world as we know it...

The color spectrum of our brave flag crystalizes in the sky
Hands on our heart as the words escapes our lips
Fire blood red, crisp collared white, cold polluted blue, rise it high and make sure it continues to fly
Mountain ranges of beauty, the remaining sky scrapers that still exist
Our country the great, & land of opportunities
Unless you resist
The politics
The censorship & serviellance & jury duty sittings
The free healthcare...
hahahaha! Just kidding!
Walk the streets for a day and examine the poverty we convey
Jobless low (ahem) excuse me, middle class, suffering everyday
Immigrants, culture, aids, sports, obesity, we have it all!
Careful what you wish for because as high as you dream, it is as hard as you fall
Colors still lack the natural hues Corporate America wishes to use
Tolerance is foreign and foreign is domestic
We blame others for their extreme ways yet we give celebrities due dates on when they would like to be arrested

Jessica is from New York she wants to be an actress or even a model
But hollywood doesn't accept her because she is a size 12 and has a bit of a waddle
So Jessica spends years hiding behind grinning red lips and a twisted gripped bottle
Jessica regrets life and shares her secrets with random men that notice she's not wearing underwear underneath her ratty dress
Thank you America, another American dream story of success

Kordeza is eleven and she's from Bulgaria where she just made history
She's the youngest mother in the world to experience pregnancy
The 19 year old father is in jail for six years but had no intentions of fleeing the scene
He's proud he fell in love with her, with no intentions of sex, but he also thought she was 15.
He rescued her from bullies that were bothering her at school
An ordinary love story, who could blame this poor fool?
"It feels strange to be a mom and have a baby. I used to play with my toys but now she is my new toy. She is so beautiful I love her. She is the new child and I must grow up. I am not going back to school, I am a mother now."
She tells the anxious mixed emotions crowd
Yes, it is time for you to come down from your cloud
That rests among the cameras and lights and interviews
Your childhood gone and life has found you without you being able to choose

That kind of stuff doesn't happen in our great nation, the proud and the free
We are a God-fearing country that idolizes His priorities
Except for 28 year old John that just got arrested and sentenced to 2 years or more
For having a recording device in the women's bathroom in a family christian book store
That doesn't happen often, I swear, you gotta believe me
As the American priest walks by and drops pictures of child pornography

Noor Faleh Almaleki from Arizona underwent spinal surgery
Because she was ran over with a car from her very own daddy
20 year old Noor, a proud American Iraqi
Was critized for being too westernized and probably died happily
Daddy just wanted to give her an honorable death since she had shamed the family
Too westernized indeed, for how can we not stand for such democracy?

Border patrol, gun licenses to many, & marijuana sentences harsher than cold crimes
Welcome to our nation and embrace our glory, lights, and grime
We point the finger at whoever is closest, criticize other cultures so you fail to notice
We are good at cover ups cuz your obssessed with the tv
We televise horror so you can appreciate the bare neccessities
So you can feel safe and we succeed at this you must admit
educators get paid nothing so you have $60,000 chairs at the football stadium and will be comfortable as you sit
Welcome to this,
it's the world as we know it.