It (Her)
Overran my defenses
tore through my fences
swept over my trenches
made me self defensless
Crashed through my gates
Silenced my guns
made my cannon cum
Surrender we all shouted, screamed
but she kept cuming
her river was now running in 2 a lake
flooding into a sea of an ocean
No mercy!
as her tidal wave dragged us
destroying yet rejuvenating
through the valleys and through the hills sending chills up my spine and yet knocking me unconcious
from her passion
her ferver
wanting 2 drown in her love
and yet desperately
needing to wake up for now her rivers still flooding, budding, bloody
No land in sight . . .
By Soul Thomas Evans
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An Australian nurse, Bronnie Ware, has written about the regrets of the dying, drawn from conversations with people in palliative care. At the top of that list is “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.” Second on the list was “I wish I didn’t work so hard.”
For more on the article this came from you can go to https://www.linkedin.com/today/post/article/20140602170633-8353952-12-myths-that-lead-to-a-busy-unfulfilling-life?trk=object-title to read it. Enjoy life and yourself as there is only one you and there is a reason you are here :)
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First time I saw a bear was in Montana
with the shoulders of a cliff, stretched, overaweing to the right
Remember that neverendingyellowline in the middle of the road and Grandma kept yelling
"Look Tommy Look!"
and I wish you were there. . .
Don't even remember the first kiss
as I carressed the face of a little girl
on the couch that we never seemed to get rid of
Mommy and Daddy were there to take pictures
almost pornographic
Not only wishing U were there
but wish U were her
Recall smiling so spacious in Okinowa
Proud as the first day of school
making muscles, grinning toothless, 5 years old, and still posing for pictures
with my favorite blue marbled button shirt
Recollect when Daddy used to sing to me
Make tapes on the reel that went round
yet seems so murky and removed
when afflicted to listen now
need you to know that part of me too. . .
Remember the yogurt milk mommy used to buy for me so I could drink it all up and say-
AAAH!!! Yum, Oishee desu ne!!?
wish you could try some too. . .
Remember the clay I bought for my girlfriend Laura in Kansas
Recall feeling funny shopping for it with Dad
the picture I drew of her
and her thinking it was a purse before she opened it and
I was gone
Remember funning from sun up 2 sun down in the summer
in Alabama, Mobile, Alabama
with Bubba, Tammy, and Heath
building forts, playing football
adventuring
and getting so seared by the days end
There's no such thing as best days of your life. . .
just moments
Remember, recall, recollect in Maine
swooping down steeply, swiftly
Devil's Hill before hitting the jump
catipulting disembodied, screeching
then entangling in one another's laughter
In the corner of my mind I saw you there too. . .
screeching
Prizeplaying popsound to a teeny bob crowd
with a smile so wide
you can swish, swell, even feel your insides
Spot my jester's simper
in a sea of numbered faceless faces
I'm bouncing
your hopeful
hankerful
and yet confident
that you'll round a corner
and I'll rouse a ruse
and play a prank on U. . .
back in Florida
Race with me in northern Japan
recklessly sousing downward
spiralling
screaming
as we become 1
like seagulls coming in for the kill
or is it the thrill
2 let yourself go
at one of our parties
dancing nude
getting rude
brassy, brazen
shamelessly smiling
to think if your parents could only see you now. . .
Then soar higher than a kite
when you see me. . .
scoot by on my scooter
Feel your heart crash
when the line snaps
as I speak to you
suggestively at a party, back in
New York City
Lay with me in Europe
and sleep with me in the millenium of ourselves and our souls and
Thank you or thank you for helping me
remember me
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When I was 3 and you hit me and broke your watch (as I actually don't remember this but you told me about it later in life when I was an adult laughing as it came out of your mouth)
that you were more concerned with the face of your of your watch in that moment than you were mine
When I was 5, almost died so rushed me to the hospital where I was forced inside a tub of ice
to relieve the heat of a 104 degree temperature
When I was 8 went through the hate of my classmates as they drug me with the tug of rope
shouting racial epitaphs along the way
When I was 10 I fought tyranny again with five or six friends defending the girls against an army of sixty
Lobbing snowballs like molotov cocktails, only to be whitewashed face first in the snow
When I was 11 I'll never forget when you told me not to hug you, my father of all people
because Real Men don't hug real men or later on that year when you pushed my head under the hot water
blasting from the faucet because the water I'd set for my brother was too warm
When I was 12 I remember you ramming my head into the wall so hard out of anger that it made a hole in the wall
or being beat so bad that I bled in my bed
Later on that night when you slipped back into my room under the cover of your shame
I must admit even then your apologies rang hollow
I was Napolean
so small, but so strong in the face of it all
When I was 14 you ripped the necklaces from my neck telling me that Real Men don't wear necklaces
leaving a scar on my chest that I proudly wore to class pictures the next day so that one day like today
I could look back and know it wasn't a bad dream
but my reality. . .
When I was six, no seventeen and you caught me dancing nude in front of the window on the second floor
overlooking the field where all the kids played must have driven you crazy dad
that you couldn't control me then or when I ran away. . .
Whether it was the first time when I was seven and you beat me when I came home
or the last time when I was 17 and you beat me before I left
I was Dr. King
and you represented every Bull Connor and Jimmy Clark
where I didn't strike back, but because I couldn't
So when I was 18 I fought against you by embracing the underdogs of South Africa
and every sit in and every shanty town brought me closer to beating people just like you
So when I was 20 every gay rights march or rally that I met fag bashing fraternity boys or righteous conservative
zealots who espoused hate, well I want to thank them in a way because they brought me closer to people
that were just like me
I am Osceola, outnumbered and I'll never surrender
I am 22 sleeping on heating grates with the homeless facing down the stares of people on their pedestals (knowing that we many of us are just totalling of all our debits and credits before we could join them)
and in between I even went to law school to try and make a bigger difference and went to MBA school to make more money
but I strayed so that when I was 27 and nearly lost my life when God as a hit and run driver rammed me so hard into
the ground that this time he left a hold in my head
But like Huey I didn't want to die for something I didn't stand for
You see second chances for the angry usually never come
and those who live in anger usually don't live that long
Those who live by hating are eventually consumed by their fester
and in order to live I had to be able to love those who hated me
Forgive those who tried to take the things that I cherished the most
and like God in order to live I had to be able to forgive
those who trespassed against me as I had trespassed against so many others
By Soul Thomas Evans
.
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Never forget who you are
Never forget who you are to be
because despite it all
the big and the small
I can't afford to compromise or even sacrifice
my most valuable resource
My SOUL
My GOD
will get me through anything
that this world and you could ever bring
to try to tear me down
Be willing to go hungry for your dreams
anytime
and even if it seems a little bit hopeless
don't give up because you got to get up
and never ever give up on who you are
Be willing to die for what you believe
anytime
and even if it seems a little bit hopeless
don't give up because you got to get up
and never ever give up
on who you are to be
because despite it all
the big and the small
I can't afford to compromise or even sacrifice
my most valuable resource
My SOUL
My GOD
will get me through anything
that this world and you could ever bring
to try to tear me down
Never forget who you are
Never forget who you are to be
By Soul Thomas Evans
.
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Give me your love
Just for one day
Give me the reasons your heart will not break
Cause its already broken
Already drained
Bloody on the floor
Gutted in pain
Give me your eyes
So that I might see
Just what you are feeling
when you know you’ve lost belief
as your hopes became jaded
and your dreams become faded
and things that you relied on in the past are now vacant
So give me your limbs
Wrap them round me like trees
So we're touching from our heads to our toes
and our toes to our knees
and I don’t why but I do know this
a love’s just a love and kiss is but a kiss
A love's just a love and a kiss is but a kiss
What’s really in your soul?
What’s really in your mind?
What’s really in your goals?
That you nearly left behind.
I want to be there
I want to catch you
I want to listen
I want fetch you
when your lost in the ravine
When you cannot be seen
I want to be there
I want to be there
When you falter
When you fall
When you need me and you call
I want to be there
I want to be there
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As I was cleaning the apartment that we shared
I thought earlier tonight how as I was walking down the subway stairs on 59th and Lex and how I'll always thank you as I would've never moved to NYC if we didn’t get married and how that alone was and is enough for me to always be grateful to you
eternally as this city fits me to a T.
So as I was cleaning and opening drawers I found our wedding tape.
Putting it in the VCR and seeing all those people who were important to us and who had turned out in our families in the opening clip made me have to turn it off immediately from the guilt that I felt.
As I use our wedding scrapbook that you said your still not ready to retrieve to hold this very laptop from which I write this poem and so many other things that took me away from you done.
You see things never turn out exactly how they're planned, especially when they're supposed to last forever, right?
So in the process of cleaning the armoire in the living room to the shelves in my home office I also found the first bottle of wine we ever drank together, Cabernet Sauvignon, it's label looking lighter worn from age
and it made me think about how you took the Felicity Huffman book "A Girlfriend's Practical Guide for the Boyfriend," with you because you didn't think I deserved it because I'd never finished reading it. . .
and it made me think about how I found the "Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy," that you'd finished and that I never did and how you left in the trunk of my car as a sort of punishment to say that that dream was over, and I think more so because you wanted to remind me in another way that I hadn't followed through, again.
So whether it be the Champagne in the fridge that I may never open
or another great picture that I accidentally came across behind a dresser, or in a book I opened unexpectedly or the Cuban cigar we got in Mexico that I just now found tucked away and looking a little beat up in the back of one of the small narrow shelves in the corner of my office,
that I thought we might get to pass out or smoke one day in a celebratory way.
So Friday when you called me for the first time in a long while, to tidy up another loose end
and all I could say was I really hope we can one day be friends to have you remark that you felt like that's what we were finally starting to do.
Because though what we did was right and all in all we are happier and healthier. . .
I still don’t think I could ever bear to watch that tape ever again.
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She looks at me cross eyed sometimes
But I'm fine
My Grandmother says she looks just like Jade in side by side photos
and I'm fine
We just spent another boat load of money on another photo shoot because as Kathye say's she will never be this old again
And I'm fine
as I Facebook my other daughter and see how much she favors her mother and then I Google her and see how much she resembles me
and I'm fine
Because I almost died in South Africa clutching pictures of her in my back pack while hooligans kicked at me mercilessly
Right after sitting in front of her in a restaurant in Lyon a stone's throw from her apartment
apologizing about the father I could have been versus the one that I was not able to become
And sometime's that makes me not fine as I think about how the pain of their blows was less than the sadness in her eyes
as I watch her grow up via the internet now and see that she has her first boyfriend
while the new one needs me to be there for her more than just on Father's Day
so that when I look at my Chloe Sofia's eyes and in her mother's face I see the immeasurable gratitude of her smile and I realize that there is no greater truth than labor under correct knowledge as it regards to us and the creation of her as direct answer to the question;
Do dreams come true?
Why yes they do and I just hope that one day you can meet your older sister and tell her proudly that I was good man, that I am good father and that there is still time for her to find that out on her own.
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No. 1
I am going to write in Japanese. Ask someone to translate this. From what shall I start to tell you… My mind is full of various happenings we had.
Before 3 o’clock on March 11, I was with Ramu. It was my off day. When I was relaxing to watch TV, I heard sound like a landslide below, and I couldn’t keep standing with a sudden quake. Holding Ramu, I opened a door and held a stair rail. But the quake was so big that I could not go down the stairs. I thought that my house would tumble down and I might die from being crushed under the house.
No. 2
Tears fell. I felt helpless. So when Hiraku and Hikaru safely returned back home from their separate work places, I was so happy. We were lucky that both of them took quick action to return back home. I think that if the action had been 5 minutes later, we might have missed one another.
In the early evening of March 11, we intended to go to Hidefumi’s home (my brother). When we went out, we saw roads full of rubbles, which blocked us. I was shocked speechless to see the sight. I could not express how dreadful the tsunami was. The seaside perished in flames, and a fire was spreading. It was just a scene from hell. I have never seen such a scene in my life.
The next day, we went over the mountain, walked for more than one hour, and finally reached Hidefumi’s home. I was relieved that they were safe. Mother was also safe. I was shocked to know that Magi Shinji’s grandmother passed away.
No. 3
I had been going to work. The tsunami reached the third floor of the hospital. The patients evacuated to an elementary school on the hill and they were safe. Every day I went over the mountain, and walked to the direction of the hospital. I had a hard time. I am young enough to carry big stuff, but it is hard work for the senior people.
We spent 10 dark days without water, gas, and electricity. Needless to say, we couldn’t take a bath. Every day we went to the river to bring water for the toilet. It was really a tough life. When we got the water and electricity back, we understood the situation around us. We couldn’t receive any information because we couldn’t watch TV. As we couldn’t use a telephone, I felt uneasy. It was cold every day. We had little food and were given some from acquaintances. It was my first experience of feeling hungry.
No.4
Chester, Grandmother’s house was messed up (=crushed?) by the tsunami. But it was good that she was not there.
We still have aftershocks every day. They frighten me. I sleep wearing clothes at night in order to be able to run away anytime. Every day is really tough. I just wish that everything will be able to recover soon.
Kisennuma where Chester saw is gone. It has completely changed. It was a horrible tsunami. Hikaru’s shop is not here any more. Hikaru lost his work, and he is now at home. He has a hard time. Many people lost their work. My bother is one of them. What shall we do from now. Everybody has a hard time.
I received a call also from Chad and Tom(?). Please give them my regards.
It is still cold in Kisennuma. We can hardly get gasoline. The life is still hard, but we can manage somehow. I was lucky that my own house remained.
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Soul Thomas Evans / Blog
It (Her)
It (Her)
Overran my defenses tore through my fences swept over my trenches made me self defensless
Crashed through my gates
Silenced my guns made my cannon cum
Surrender we all shouted, screamed but she kept cuming her river was now running in 2 a lake flooding into a sea of an ocean
No mercy!
as her tidal wave dragged us destroying yet rejuvenating
through the valleys and through the hills sending chills up my spine and yet knocking me unconcious
from her passion her ferver wanting 2 drown in her love and yet desperately needing to wake up for now her rivers still flooding, budding, bloody
No land in sight . . .
By Soul Thomas Evans
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Interesting Feedback from a Nurse who cared for those who were dying.
An Australian nurse, Bronnie Ware, has written about the regrets of the dying, drawn from conversations with people in palliative care. At the top of that list is “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.” Second on the list was “I wish I didn’t work so hard.”
For more on the article this came from you can go to https://www.linkedin.com/today/post/article/20140602170633-8353952-12-myths-that-lead-to-a-busy-unfulfilling-life?trk=object-title to read it. Enjoy life and yourself as there is only one you and there is a reason you are here :)
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Remember U
First time I saw a bear was in Montana with the shoulders of a cliff, stretched, overaweing to the right Remember that neverendingyellowline in the middle of the road and Grandma kept yelling "Look Tommy Look!" and I wish you were there. . . Don't even remember the first kiss as I carressed the face of a little girl on the couch that we never seemed to get rid of Mommy and Daddy were there to take pictures almost pornographic Not only wishing U were there but wish U were her Recall smiling so spacious in Okinowa Proud as the first day of school making muscles, grinning toothless, 5 years old, and still posing for pictures with my favorite blue marbled button shirt Recollect when Daddy used to sing to me Make tapes on the reel that went round yet seems so murky and removed when afflicted to listen now need you to know that part of me too. . . Remember the yogurt milk mommy used to buy for me so I could drink it all up and say- AAAH!!! Yum, Oishee desu ne!!? wish you could try some too. . . Remember the clay I bought for my girlfriend Laura in Kansas Recall feeling funny shopping for it with Dad the picture I drew of her and her thinking it was a purse before she opened it and I was gone Remember funning from sun up 2 sun down in the summer in Alabama, Mobile, Alabama with Bubba, Tammy, and Heath building forts, playing football adventuring and getting so seared by the days end There's no such thing as best days of your life. . . just moments Remember, recall, recollect in Maine swooping down steeply, swiftly Devil's Hill before hitting the jump catipulting disembodied, screeching then entangling in one another's laughter In the corner of my mind I saw you there too. . . screeching Prizeplaying popsound to a teeny bob crowd with a smile so wide you can swish, swell, even feel your insides Spot my jester's simper in a sea of numbered faceless faces I'm bouncing your hopeful hankerful and yet confident that you'll round a corner and I'll rouse a ruse and play a prank on U. . . back in Florida Race with me in northern Japan recklessly sousing downward spiralling screaming as we become 1 like seagulls coming in for the kill or is it the thrill 2 let yourself go at one of our parties dancing nude getting rude brassy, brazen shamelessly smiling to think if your parents could only see you now. . . Then soar higher than a kite when you see me. . . scoot by on my scooter Feel your heart crash when the line snaps as I speak to you suggestively at a party, back in New York City Lay with me in Europe and sleep with me in the millenium of ourselves and our souls and Thank you or thank you for helping me remember me
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Trespass
When I was 3 and you hit me and broke your watch (as I actually don't remember this but you told me about it later in life when I was an adult laughing as it came out of your mouth) that you were more concerned with the face of your of your watch in that moment than you were mine When I was 5, almost died so rushed me to the hospital where I was forced inside a tub of ice to relieve the heat of a 104 degree temperature When I was 8 went through the hate of my classmates as they drug me with the tug of rope shouting racial epitaphs along the way When I was 10 I fought tyranny again with five or six friends defending the girls against an army of sixty Lobbing snowballs like molotov cocktails, only to be whitewashed face first in the snow When I was 11 I'll never forget when you told me not to hug you, my father of all people because Real Men don't hug real men or later on that year when you pushed my head under the hot water blasting from the faucet because the water I'd set for my brother was too warm When I was 12 I remember you ramming my head into the wall so hard out of anger that it made a hole in the wall or being beat so bad that I bled in my bed Later on that night when you slipped back into my room under the cover of your shame I must admit even then your apologies rang hollow I was Napolean so small, but so strong in the face of it all When I was 14 you ripped the necklaces from my neck telling me that Real Men don't wear necklaces leaving a scar on my chest that I proudly wore to class pictures the next day so that one day like today I could look back and know it wasn't a bad dream but my reality. . . When I was six, no seventeen and you caught me dancing nude in front of the window on the second floor overlooking the field where all the kids played must have driven you crazy dad that you couldn't control me then or when I ran away. . . Whether it was the first time when I was seven and you beat me when I came home or the last time when I was 17 and you beat me before I left I was Dr. King and you represented every Bull Connor and Jimmy Clark where I didn't strike back, but because I couldn't So when I was 18 I fought against you by embracing the underdogs of South Africa and every sit in and every shanty town brought me closer to beating people just like you So when I was 20 every gay rights march or rally that I met fag bashing fraternity boys or righteous conservative zealots who espoused hate, well I want to thank them in a way because they brought me closer to people that were just like me I am Osceola, outnumbered and I'll never surrender I am 22 sleeping on heating grates with the homeless facing down the stares of people on their pedestals (knowing that we many of us are just totalling of all our debits and credits before we could join them) and in between I even went to law school to try and make a bigger difference and went to MBA school to make more money but I strayed so that when I was 27 and nearly lost my life when God as a hit and run driver rammed me so hard into the ground that this time he left a hold in my head But like Huey I didn't want to die for something I didn't stand for You see second chances for the angry usually never come and those who live in anger usually don't live that long Those who live by hating are eventually consumed by their fester and in order to live I had to be able to love those who hated me Forgive those who tried to take the things that I cherished the most and like God in order to live I had to be able to forgive those who trespassed against me as I had trespassed against so many others By Soul Thomas Evans .
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Never Forget Who You Are
Never forget who you are Never forget who you are to be because despite it all the big and the small I can't afford to compromise or even sacrifice my most valuable resource My SOUL My GOD will get me through anything that this world and you could ever bring to try to tear me down Be willing to go hungry for your dreams anytime and even if it seems a little bit hopeless don't give up because you got to get up and never ever give up on who you are Be willing to die for what you believe anytime and even if it seems a little bit hopeless don't give up because you got to get up and never ever give up on who you are to be because despite it all the big and the small I can't afford to compromise or even sacrifice my most valuable resource My SOUL My GOD will get me through anything that this world and you could ever bring to try to tear me down Never forget who you are Never forget who you are to be By Soul Thomas Evans .
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Give (Lovesong)
Give me your love Just for one day Give me the reasons your heart will not break Cause its already broken Already drained Bloody on the floor Gutted in pain
Give me your eyes So that I might see Just what you are feeling when you know you’ve lost belief as your hopes became jaded and your dreams become faded and things that you relied on in the past are now vacant
So give me your limbs Wrap them round me like trees So we're touching from our heads to our toes and our toes to our knees and I don’t why but I do know this a love’s just a love and kiss is but a kiss A love's just a love and a kiss is but a kiss What’s really in your soul? What’s really in your mind? What’s really in your goals? That you nearly left behind.
I want to be there I want to catch you I want to listen I want fetch you when your lost in the ravine When you cannot be seen I want to be there I want to be there
When you falter When you fall When you need me and you call I want to be there I want to be there
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Even After She Took Everything There is Always Something Left to Remind You.
As I was cleaning the apartment that we shared I thought earlier tonight how as I was walking down the subway stairs on 59th and Lex and how I'll always thank you as I would've never moved to NYC if we didn’t get married and how that alone was and is enough for me to always be grateful to you eternally as this city fits me to a T. So as I was cleaning and opening drawers I found our wedding tape. Putting it in the VCR and seeing all those people who were important to us and who had turned out in our families in the opening clip made me have to turn it off immediately from the guilt that I felt. As I use our wedding scrapbook that you said your still not ready to retrieve to hold this very laptop from which I write this poem and so many other things that took me away from you done. You see things never turn out exactly how they're planned, especially when they're supposed to last forever, right? So in the process of cleaning the armoire in the living room to the shelves in my home office I also found the first bottle of wine we ever drank together, Cabernet Sauvignon, it's label looking lighter worn from age and it made me think about how you took the Felicity Huffman book "A Girlfriend's Practical Guide for the Boyfriend," with you because you didn't think I deserved it because I'd never finished reading it. . . and it made me think about how I found the "Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy," that you'd finished and that I never did and how you left in the trunk of my car as a sort of punishment to say that that dream was over, and I think more so because you wanted to remind me in another way that I hadn't followed through, again. So whether it be the Champagne in the fridge that I may never open or another great picture that I accidentally came across behind a dresser, or in a book I opened unexpectedly or the Cuban cigar we got in Mexico that I just now found tucked away and looking a little beat up in the back of one of the small narrow shelves in the corner of my office, that I thought we might get to pass out or smoke one day in a celebratory way. So Friday when you called me for the first time in a long while, to tidy up another loose end and all I could say was I really hope we can one day be friends to have you remark that you felt like that's what we were finally starting to do. Because though what we did was right and all in all we are happier and healthier. . . I still don’t think I could ever bear to watch that tape ever again.
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3rd album soNORMul is up for sale on http://cdbaby.com/cd/soulthomasevans2
so enjoy:)
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Father's Day 2011.
She looks at me cross eyed sometimes But I'm fine My Grandmother says she looks just like Jade in side by side photos and I'm fine We just spent another boat load of money on another photo shoot because as Kathye say's she will never be this old again And I'm fine as I Facebook my other daughter and see how much she favors her mother and then I Google her and see how much she resembles me and I'm fine Because I almost died in South Africa clutching pictures of her in my back pack while hooligans kicked at me mercilessly Right after sitting in front of her in a restaurant in Lyon a stone's throw from her apartment apologizing about the father I could have been versus the one that I was not able to become And sometime's that makes me not fine as I think about how the pain of their blows was less than the sadness in her eyes as I watch her grow up via the internet now and see that she has her first boyfriend while the new one needs me to be there for her more than just on Father's Day so that when I look at my Chloe Sofia's eyes and in her mother's face I see the immeasurable gratitude of her smile and I realize that there is no greater truth than labor under correct knowledge as it regards to us and the creation of her as direct answer to the question; Do dreams come true? Why yes they do and I just hope that one day you can meet your older sister and tell her proudly that I was good man, that I am good father and that there is still time for her to find that out on her own.
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Letter from my Aunt Kieko in Japan on the Earthquake/Tsunami
No. 1 I am going to write in Japanese. Ask someone to translate this. From what shall I start to tell you… My mind is full of various happenings we had. Before 3 o’clock on March 11, I was with Ramu. It was my off day. When I was relaxing to watch TV, I heard sound like a landslide below, and I couldn’t keep standing with a sudden quake. Holding Ramu, I opened a door and held a stair rail. But the quake was so big that I could not go down the stairs. I thought that my house would tumble down and I might die from being crushed under the house. No. 2 Tears fell. I felt helpless. So when Hiraku and Hikaru safely returned back home from their separate work places, I was so happy. We were lucky that both of them took quick action to return back home. I think that if the action had been 5 minutes later, we might have missed one another. In the early evening of March 11, we intended to go to Hidefumi’s home (my brother). When we went out, we saw roads full of rubbles, which blocked us. I was shocked speechless to see the sight. I could not express how dreadful the tsunami was. The seaside perished in flames, and a fire was spreading. It was just a scene from hell. I have never seen such a scene in my life. The next day, we went over the mountain, walked for more than one hour, and finally reached Hidefumi’s home. I was relieved that they were safe. Mother was also safe. I was shocked to know that Magi Shinji’s grandmother passed away. No. 3 I had been going to work. The tsunami reached the third floor of the hospital. The patients evacuated to an elementary school on the hill and they were safe. Every day I went over the mountain, and walked to the direction of the hospital. I had a hard time. I am young enough to carry big stuff, but it is hard work for the senior people. We spent 10 dark days without water, gas, and electricity. Needless to say, we couldn’t take a bath. Every day we went to the river to bring water for the toilet. It was really a tough life. When we got the water and electricity back, we understood the situation around us. We couldn’t receive any information because we couldn’t watch TV. As we couldn’t use a telephone, I felt uneasy. It was cold every day. We had little food and were given some from acquaintances. It was my first experience of feeling hungry. No.4 Chester, Grandmother’s house was messed up (=crushed?) by the tsunami. But it was good that she was not there. We still have aftershocks every day. They frighten me. I sleep wearing clothes at night in order to be able to run away anytime. Every day is really tough. I just wish that everything will be able to recover soon. Kisennuma where Chester saw is gone. It has completely changed. It was a horrible tsunami. Hikaru’s shop is not here any more. Hikaru lost his work, and he is now at home. He has a hard time. Many people lost their work. My bother is one of them. What shall we do from now. Everybody has a hard time. I received a call also from Chad and Tom(?). Please give them my regards. It is still cold in Kisennuma. We can hardly get gasoline. The life is still hard, but we can manage somehow. I was lucky that my own house remained.
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