AdPock

It was love at first sight, Though we didn’t quite get along, You tried to eat kitty, My girlfriend wanted you gone. But you were mine, I looked you in the eye, I told you I’d love you, I told you I’d try, I read all the books, I paid all the bills, Made said girlfriend my wife, To give you stronger will. But you gave back infinitely more, Taught us there’s grace in opening our door. That kitty’s now your brother, My wife your ma, Our forever family, Even now that your gone. We tried our best to keep you happy, boy, When we took you in, I guess you couldn’t have asked for much more, And in the end, neither could I.

Gene and Gertrude reflected, on this wacky thing called life; Acted as if rejected, though truth ejected strife; When the most that they could want for, was one or two peanuts more.

Something’s missing from my beach today. The salt still tempts my nostrils, yes. Same as yesterday. The sand still stays my feet in coarse irritation. The waves perform their tragedy, singing their dying arias, giving rise to great crescendos, only to succumb to the seashore forever. The tragedy played yesterday, it doesn’t stop today. Repeat and coda, on and on. The seabirds run their usual races, taunting the lurking waves in their dash for beached plankton. The sailboats still sail. The joggers still jog. The trash still collects. The smokestacks still spew their poison to the heavens. The heavens, its the heavens. So resplendent today, much more than usual. So gleaming and free and expansive. Undisturbed. The clouds seem lighter, more airy, with room to grow, no ceiling to reach. The birds unfettered, more space to roam, no limits, no obstacles.  The planes. Where are they? What’s my beach — the closest to the airport — without the constant clamor of t...

It’s only been a couple of weeks now Since you said goodbye But you just don’t seem gone yet Even though i keep crying Everywhere i see your face Everyplace feel your embrace I wonder how i could have kept you Though I know that’s a lie Maybe with your heavenly new view You can finally fly. But I’ll never forget your face The mark you make upon this place What you created in this house The foundation and walls Stand firmer now than ever Even after you're gone The dust of you leaves but a trace Yet we’re all filled by by your grace After all All is all.

AdPock was fairly certain that both he and his wife could live without wine. But he was 100% positive they couldn't live together without it.

After finally finishing a painting I’d been working on for weeks, I proudly displayed my handy-work to my wife. “Well,” I said, “Wife, what do you think?” Wife looked over said painting for all of two seconds before she decided, unequivocally, she was unimpressed. “Eh,” she said. I was shocked. How could she not like it? My hard work and ingenuity created it. It is me. I am it. We are one. If she didn’t like it, then she didn’t like me. And if she didn’t like me, who would? She’s supposed to be my biggest fan and all. Right? “Maybe I don’t have to like it.” Said Wife, rationally, like it didn’t matter in the slightest. Then she went back to doing whatever it is she does and I painted over my painting with thick black paint. Of course I disagreed with her at the time, as my instincts usually tell me to, but after six weeks of deliberating, I’ve decided that actually, against all odds, I’m wrong, and she’s right: she doesn’t have to like the painting. Because, as shocking as this is to s...