It didn't make sense until Aimee came along

5-15-2017

Poem for Aimee:

Hey! Hector, sorry it has been awhile; as the tenable misuse of my day had me out doing things that I most likely shouldn’t be. As Aimee is probably waiting on this doozy as I tried to get as so a little more lovey dovey in this one with her. For her tenderhearted spell that all women have inside: as so they all want to hear it from a guy; no matter how much they pretend that they don’t want hear it, so on.

Yes, it is Mike again. Aimee’s future husband. As again that does sound all so crazy to you but it as so doesn’t: when one has the living God telling me that Aimee is going to be the girl that God chose for Mike.  Mike is ready for the challenge. Mike is just sending his last draft into a publishing agent today, which is finally setting the ball into motion, as far as you all seeing the Best Writer in the so country.  Mike will get on one knee and all of that, me and my blonde hair blue eyes and her and her sexy.

Us walking down the aisle. And eveyone will be saying, Damn that honky he was right damn it all again.

                                                         -It is Worth to dream-

Coming in on among what happens everyday about this time, when things that have not come true yet all become so real again, coming true without my having met the truest look and truest so here sunshine that comes. When Aimee fly by my day and flys by my night for ever walk that I take so to her. -Ocean looks beautiful, but so is she, and she is always the truest form of thought that I take no matter what great beauty passes my way. It is all something taken hard for all of its participation; to be told that you are going to marry something that you never met.  And have it all as love you back same.

Giving to all possibility in seeming impossible.

God plays a cruel game there.

It is almost God saying Mike is already married, without the physical act or participation on a either side.

As he can do such things to a person.

As I have to just sit there and take it.

I wish that I had it all in front of me now. Aimee, our kids, our life for what God told me about here many times ago. None of my life envies my crazy in it, as crazy never pays for anything as my heart so takes all the punishment. Everything always bent towards the future and never for here the now of the things happening. Dreams thrown to my feet, each accumulates and comes true for there each how God told me it were going to be before. But it goes slowly and upon slower and keeps up that pace.

Called upon to be some voice of a nation, when finding my own voice amongst this has been a so bitch. Seeing Aimee with her starlit eyes and with her smile that would erupt a volcano of some so 9th wonder of the world, if too much of her energy were received for its fullness, for its ingratiating give. 

Just all so much in front of me. The most beautiful of all beautiful for how Aimee even defeats the dream. 

Flowers bloom because of her, so they could be given to her and return to their natural place below her.

When all Aimee came along.