Life


I’ll never understand how you can be so patient with me. So forgiving, so able to put up with my shit.

Love can sometimes be defined by an undefinable action. I don’t know why you do what you do. It must be love.

I am a walking tornado against the sea. And I love the shore our life creates between us, for us. I hope we can walk hand in hand across our worlds for a bit longer. Just a bit longer to know someone holds my hand across the sea.

For See

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J.C.C.

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter

She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man

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@smokendust

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Love

Could I count the ways you show me love? Far easier to measure how much I love you. It is hard to believe it has been nine years of marriage. Tracing our transitions through the hugs, shoves, tugs, and love that life gives us. It is our life, the life we have lived together.

We say “I will love you forever,” but loving forever is hard. It can be difficult to love forever and ever through whatever, but we do it through marriage. We do it through love. I don’t know how you have lasted nine years with me when I have barely lasted thirty-five years with myself.

For that alone I love you. Forever.

Happy 9th anniversary See.

Jason

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@smokendust

For Men Only – Relationships

Men,

When a woman catches you in the middle of a particularly difficult project, maybe the doorknob doesn’t fit the hole you just drilled…

When she gives you that look just give her the thumbs up back 👍. Sure she may be mentally thinking ‘he can shove that thumb up his ass! He better fix that shit!’

At least you’ve communicated.

Now fix that shit…

-OM

Tremor

I feel a tremor of my heart. Or is it an earthquake from my soul. A feeling again from the start. An answer to all we know.

It moves to a catching of my breath. As I remember I need air. It never tasted so sweet it seems. As I smell each passing hair.

You become a memory, my memory. A page and a half of my life. I hope that you also remember me. My hope, my love, my wife.

J.C.C.

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@smokendust

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter

She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man

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@smokendust

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