People part 1

I know that this blog has become more of a sounding board than the journal I originally intended it to be however I am loath to drop it as such. This entryu is but a random collection of a few drifting thoughts I wish to have on the permanate record. Don't expect a coherent essay here on this one, it does not exist here. In any case ...
Shannon...This is the woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with. Our relationship is at times difficult and full of drama...Could any less be expected of two deeply emotional and HUMAN individuals? No, but we love each other deeply and it is a love full of desire that can be paid no due respect here in my own words.
Without her I believe I would be lost. Shanzi is my best friend and dearer still in the ways of those who know. Though troubled she is a tragic angel with an undivided heart my savior and love, my fury and and sword, my blood and my soul. Is that enough like Poe to suffice for my foes? Is your humor and pride satisfied...no...I didn't think so. It is thankful your opinion does not matter nor can your claws quite reach me (at least yet)be patient my monsters I will soon enough run to your claws and face you. Wow...I can be morbidly morose...He He He.
Shanzi has been as steel. Beautiful and fruitful without stain or betrayal. I love her though I tell her to seldom. Her dark hair smells to me as flowers to a gardener and her skin awakens my soul in the most fierce passion. She is incapable of lie or deception though they may walk her hand in hand to tragedy and even worse to me. She is my Faith my passion and my hope. With her help I have laid plain the path to my future ...a future that will reach out across a nation and through a sea of opposition to my beloved and long denied son. She has brought me Daisy my dear daughter and Hailee my troubled flower of a step daughter. I now have many campaigns to fill my empty days with purpose and the quiet wind at the edge of the storm I now stir in the silent hours of lost nights whisper her name "Shannon" "Bringer of Light".
What ever tragedy life still holds in reserve for me I have my sword. Shannon.
Max, my dear son whom I have been denied and who has been used as a pawn in the war to bury me ...or if not bury me then at least to render me impotent, Is as alien to me as the meaning of life (If in fact it has any). Son I am coming home and though you may not know me...you will. Know at least this I love you and my only crime is too great a love of alcohol in grief with short vision and too great a passion for words and vows...which I once held to be binding and solemn. I was cast away by your mother and her family of good hearted but poisoned snakes as a threat to what they would forge you into. You will do well, one day you will shake and frighten people with your mind and ideas in a way I have tried all my life to do, you my son are a warrior.
Matthew, you betrayed me and I do not forgive you. I am not Christian and thus I don't have to. I don't hate you in fact I miss you. You were my best friend, you held my hand as my mother was lowered into her grave, Kevin and I had you up with us as family and you bit us like a snake ...you are a cruel traitor and if I had examined your history of your loves and friends (Not to mention your racist and misogynist's, history I shouls have seen this approach ) Sleep well now with the vipers with whom you now sleep. If I believed in Hell I would tell you to go there but prehapes there you already live. I couldn't say.
Mike...I can't decide and don't know who you are ...I miss you and hold memories of our trips dear (Did you know Willia thought you and I were Homosexual lovers? ewwwww...I think I speak for both of us there. You and Jeff are the only ones who have treated me decently since the divorce of me and the mean bank lady but I still wonder...are you a spy in the cab?
Joy...I will hold what I have to say on Joy for a different entry. (Note this except is as cold and precise as the it is written about.)
I am done for this moment but I I will go forward after my coffee is ready...look for your name HERE.
Oh yeah Joyce you are a pot smoking cunt. Pardon my lexicon "JABIRD" J come one why didn't I ever see that earlier ....Ha Ha Ha Ha J whoaaa that's clever I'll bet the bandit is impressed.