The Sad Father

My girlfriend is going to college again, she has already attained a bachelors degree but wasn't happy with the field she was in.She spends the week with her parents and then visits me on the weekend.Although missing her very much I had a beautiful week lots of time in the studio,reading,writing many questions and issues that were not clear to me before come to be. It was a week on the clouds and to have my Goddess of Love join me, well what other necesstous want could there be? Unfortunately for me she was stressed out overwhelmed with school and all the factors of family. The doorbell rings and I enthusiastically open the door with a smile saying to" heaven we may go now". How good it was to see her again in the flesh but no smile was placed upon her face not even a flirtatious grin. A leviathin of stress had followed her home.Her opening volley was "can you move this stuff is heavy!"Needless to say this was just the beginning and before long I capitulate to the leviathin,I wasnt ready for it im still in this clouds in case you have forgot. It brought back memories of my previous marriage to a succubus and that undead existance of "The American Dream". So I thought of this story I wrote in my diary,I will just give you the last part of it.Sadly the title of this story is gleaned from real life unhappy fathers wandering flimsily through the badlandsook as their family walks along side him going from bobble retailer to the next.These are thoughts of deadman walking.

The Sad Father

This noise in this house,the screaming the arguing,the nagging from his wife,all he really wanted was to just live a life with her till the end and into the sunset of eternity.A headache began drumming around his skull even in his nasal cavity he began feeling this band of banshees thump!thump!thump!thump!Blood pressure 207 over 105, tingling cheek,pain in left side. "Not now do I want to fall dead taken by the explosion of my heart like a pustule, there is still so much to do in this life I havent done any of the things of my dreams!" fearfully he thought. Years ago in the beginning he did want to die, his life was unbearable everything happened so quick the marriage the three kids,having to get a job he detested to support the family.With stoic poise he lives, everything is internalized the most he does is smile at his children, and practice the principles to a happy marraige wich is pacification.As a man that has just gotten beaten and robbed he thinks "I cannot with my wife or any women by my side truly live, she wants to follow the creed of The Destroyer or also know as The Dream killers,. Marriage(raw business deal) and children were the cause of my death! This bond of love is supposed to leave us with not a want in the world, its a farce!". All women are in collaboration on this conspiracy they tell you "but honey its about commitment. Plug your ears with boiling wax do not listen. More and more do they want such an insatiable appetite. More and more do they devour finances,energy,plans for the future,the will devour your whole bloodline,wipe out your ancestors last name your clan will be extinct.
My aura has become only disdain for these creatures.From the moment you slide from your mothers inside do you not have a chance.Mother holds you caresses you,you gain nourishment from her teat the milk of life.You chase for the maternal love for the rest of your life.Then you follow in Fathers footsteps and even Grandfathers Marriage. Years and years then pass of trinkets useless trinkets you buy over and over again for what reason she really does not know.Then death comes to take you at an early age.If only to die as a warrior with at the least valour. You however die a undignified life all the vigor as a young man gone, you just sit there wheezing and wrinkled and not the energy to lift an eyebrow.One thing you will pass from this life you fulfilled a dream, her dream called "The Family".The need you that family of yours,you have to be here for them they rely on it. You don't even get to be there for yourself,but you cant go yet they are praying you will pull through. No fight do you give like the broken spirit of a prize fighter.There could have been hope though if you would have bought into the plan like other men have done and they went happy last breath holding his wife's hand in one and the children's in the other.They knew what was best for you with the belief and trust of a child you go along with it.For you though its a gurgling death rattle,all goes black last sounds are that of painful screams mourning your death. On the other side no aches, no horrific flashes of stress,your lungs inflated by an air that has never entered you before finally you breathe.