Day 2: Of operation Marry Aimee Allen Singer of the Interrupters

May 3 2017

Day 2 Operation Marry Aimee Allen
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I wrote this sincere Poem for what, in my weird pretenses always coming involved in set. As I have been pretty much a loner all my life, never much a ladies guy or what; ladies always love me, but I have always been really none to interested. People have had inkling, thought that I were gay a lot. No, I have never been gay and never tried nor thought to. I love boobies and all that stuff. Life for its fullnes as it is, never really fully came into or in what were always an empty strife my fight. My mother recently passed away no lie, and my sister's wedding is coming up as on June 18^th 2017 and she is doing all this weird crap that us crazy Irish-Prussian-Santee Indian-German people as do and. Believe me my mother is not going to miss here out on my sister's wedding; even if mom had here wanted to on earth. Did not want to come? of course on earth she was going to come, heck she there would not have missed my little sister's wedding), heck mom is coming no matter how busy she is- now....
Heck, I was too scared too watch Broke Back Mountain, alone; I watched and had my sister for my protector.
But I guess this poem is for my sister in her new life and Aimee. Her coming over; inspired it out of me.
People have a hard time recognizing me, when I am doing serious writing as a professional position taken. Talking to me in person you would never think that I could do this better than anyone's third grader.
Here is an escapist version made for love, in sequencing, man comes along taken in among what so harbors the tenacious vacuous but sparing, once lonely take on things. As miserable once had this man. But ending up at the end of the pain and with the joy that so with stood what had wrecked me before....
There is Aimee and thought of marrying her. Actually this poem came to me quite quickly here as amazingly. My sister and her marriage are coming along with this. My sister can have this poem as also.
Inspired of all of it, equally.
This poem is for Aimee and my little Sister Nicole. And my Mom. Mom Inspired it also. I cried a ton.
This poem were about 2 hours of my torture put into it. And I am amazed that I am actually good at poetry. Never handle myself much myself around it, it gets to deep and cutting and personal too fast there.
This poem has a lot of layers of intricacy and difficulty in it, with its story in word and passage in so beyond.
-Before the Walk down the Aisle began-
Who here a much could be better off than her, and my 'Marry Me' when said, when to her never say again. It used to always only be me and myself and I, when nothing else owned; or that made so no one wanted me, everything was taken over and nothing was pure and everything was wicked, never let live. But now in the time 'never say never' met the 'Never Marry Me never say when' it gave here an ampling opening to what fluidity; going on from what the true love that fashion of love of all of it.

There she is.

Enough of my walks down to the beaches waiting for my life to arrive, or so nights by myself at the so computer with no friend to spare, while scaping energy demons had their motive in control of my being. Was a miserable family member for years, up until recently. Now my mother would really so would be proud. Her heart would lap it all up, without taking up any inkling up with her, other than smiles.
Seeing what escaped from misery.
Tingling on as so easy led again; to the day of 'Never Marry Me never say when', taking her flirt easy stare, I will climb through the hardest pain and hardest way to get me here, when 'Marry Me' never said it all yet. It aspires my youth what admired all of what I loved so before to do when I met life.
There she is.
I thought she the never would ever happen again.
There is my Bride traipsing the clouds with the light sprinkling over her, like rays of heaven God's son, spraying from above and allowing everyone on earth and above share in what she all did for me.
Like my Mother were helping God spread the joy from above.
When never getting married; who would ever thought any differently.
My joy takes me long and hard strewn through.
When Never Marry Me Never Say When she finally fell through.
It opened up something that never felt that real love before.
Hi, mom.
I know that you love this all to.
MJ 'The Rooster' Young