...Inspired By...

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August 18^th

His birthday 

Also, my anniversary of writing (11 years)

Kindred

  

We met in 2013

What began with a simple “HI”

Turned into many words

That Did & Do

So much more than past the time

A good man in the Badlands

He is my friend

I am certain

Of what I know of him

And aware of the fact

That I still barely know him at all

Mato

The nickname suits him well

A bear of a man 

He most definitely is

He is guarded
He guards swift fox and bison

A is a single father

He works hard to protect

And provide for his beautiful kids

His laugh

I love the sound of it

And the way he says my name

Regardless

Of how long

I feel privilege to have him in my life

His friendship

Has kept my heart open

I am grateful for him

And because of him

I am forever changed

Pictures

Words

Music

Moments

Memories made

With this man

That I have met

But have never met

Still

It was he who said it best

When he said

. . . to the moon and back 

For M.Thompson

…Kindred…

Written by G.,G.Rae

Copyright ©2014

Ginger Gonzales

All Rights Reserved

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The River Rat

He was born July 19^th

He grew up with the Mississippi in his backyard

He would play along its banks

Fishing

Swimming

Climbing in the willow trees

And paddling his pirogue
Beneath their sad shady branches

The river was home to him

The truest part of his childhood

A true river rat

To this bayou girl

We only met a few times briefly

Always reading each others' mind whenever speaking

Tall

Dark

And handsome

He had the look of his mother

The sense of humor of his father

He is the youngest of four children

And the only boy

A year away from thirty

This southern man

Would talk about how he traveled north on a whim

The time he spent in New York

And how beautiful the autumns were there

A former marine

He made his days in the Corp sound like time spent at summer camp

A true gentleman

He had a warmth that told me how he felt without words

He always opened doors

Said the right thing

And kept a respectable distance

He loves Jean Harlow

Antique furniture

War history

And a yellow Mercedes

He hopes to someday restore

A true dreamer

The dreams of learning the bass guitar

Sailing

and traveling to Europe

He is a strange combination of spontaneous ambition and abuse of senses

He says he is happy with his life

And with the way things are

Still
I believe he longs for something more

I hope he finds it

I hope he makes those dreams of his a reality

I hope he finds the someone or something someday

That inspires him

As much as he has inspired me

But more than anything

I hope he realizes 
The river travels far

And that it can always be in his backyard

So that one day

His children can enjoy it as much as he has

A true West Bank Boy

To this East Bank Girl

We only crossed paths a few times briefly

Always enjoying each others' company whenever together

But whenever parting

Never saying goodbye

He was born July 19^th

He grew up with the river in his backyard

He would play along its banks

Fishing

Swimming

Climbing in the willow trees

And paddling his pirogue 

Beneath their sad shady branches

Written by G.,G.Rae

Copyright © 2004

Ginger Gonzales

All Rights Reserve

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Jonathan 27

He had his whole life ahead of him

What could have gone so wrong

To make him feel there was no way out

To make him end it all so young

Wasn’t there anyone there for him to talk to

Or did he not let anyone in

Did the loneliness build up inside of him

Was his self-pity his only friend

He had accomplished so much so young

But there was still so much for him to do

A single man with so many options

And the freedom to do anything he wanted to

What he did cannot be explained

Why he did it

I guess only he know

Everyone who knew him never expected this

And those who remember him

Have a hard time believing it’s true

I am among those who remembered him

I never got the chance to meet him much less know him well

But there will always be the thought in the back of my mind

If we had met

Could I have been the one to break the spell

But my sadness is for the life not lived

And for the loved ones left behind

My most heartfelt condolences go out to his family and friends

Please know

You’re in my prayers

In my heart

And on my mind

Why

Is the question we can’t help but ask

But asking it 
Can make the days and nights feel so long

It’s hard to believe

That someone so young

Could know when their time has come

Let’s just hope

That all of his pain and loneliness are gone

Written by G.,G.Rae

Copyright © 2003

Ginger Gonzales

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A Posteriori… 


I guess some things aren't meant to be understood

Out of the blue
Fast paced
Energetic
Chaotic
Unfinished & Out of order

Behavior
That would only make sense in a dream

If it were a dream
I wouldn’t ask “Why”
But it wasn’t
And it doesn’t make sense
So I do

I asked
And you told me
The “You” you wanted me to know

For that
I Thank You

Maybe one day
You’ll find the courage to look into my eyes
And tell me the truth

 
A Posteriori…
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Ginger Gonzales
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