The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Silent Night June 29th, 2012 I sit in my chair at night and stare at the computer. The screen light glows and sheds light on my youngest son, who has fallen asleep in my left arm. I can't see his face, but I can count the strands of hair that have fallen perfectly into place along his hairline. I can't see his mouth, but I can hear the sucking noise of him using his fingers to soothe himself to sleep. I can not see his eyes, but I know they are as blue as the sky, and if you look into them, you can see heaven. He is asleep, but I can hear his laughter reverberating through my soul. His life is in my hands as my hand rubs his back. His heart is caught in my blood and will stay there as long as it is coercing through my veins. I have to move. My arms are falling asleep, my body following suit. The tricky part is to upright the recliner, scoop my son up, and carry him to his part of the couch. I lean forward ever so gently, pushing the footrest as hard ...

You are here: Home » Breathe In and Breathe Out. June 28th, 2012 I'm fucking losing it. I am tired, and all I want to do is rest. My emotions are high, and my tension and stress are multiplying. I feel like The Incredible Hulk. My muscles are ready to bulge and tear away my clothing. I just want a break from the norm and a little time to concentrate on my needs. I need a break to escape my reality. I need to escape the dogs, the kids, the house, my MISERY, and the natural world for a while. I dream of a place that is in harmony with me. Where my ears don't ring, and my head doesn't feel like it wants to explode. I want to breathe in fresh air and not the sadness of my tired soul that surrounds me now. I have to relax and think that it will get better. Think positive. The glass is half-full. Fuck that. I am pissed off! I want a damn break. I deserve that, just a little. Zoning out doesn't help anymore. I have too much on my plate now that I am back at work. I don...

You are here: Home » Hi Mama. Bye Mama. June 26, 2012 Hi mama. Bye, mama. And so it goes. Up the street, hi, mama, down the street, bye, mama. The boys know where they can find mommy. It's just down the road, a path we take every day. Everywhere we go. We go with the flow. Hi mama. Bye, mama. It always starts the same, the familiar path of the road the boys have become accustomed to. It doesn't matter what we do; we will always pass right on through; regardless of how we travel, mom will always be on their left or their right. She's never too far out of sight. Hi mama. Bye, mama. The boys anticipate the car ride. They look on either side as we drive by, seeking a clear view of their mama to be seen through. They eagerly await with no other thought on their plate. They are just waiting for the moment to see their number one visually. Hi mama. Bye, mama We are getting closer now; they look at Dad, their pal. Their smiles reach from ear to ear, knowing the time is near...

You are here: Home » A River Flows Through the Living Room June 24th, 2012 The soothing sound of the river as it works its way through the path it has woven over hundreds of years brings tranquility to my soul. I sit on the banks of the roaring water and take in nature at its best. I observe the clear water, so tempting to drink and watch the world beneath the surface play in the current of the flowing water. I look beyond the water to the other side of the bank and watch the trees sway. The spray from the river below quenches its thirst as the water mist lays upon the greenery and glistens in the sunlight. The sun's rays gently land on the rocks that aren't under the refuge of the trees, shielding random areas. I bask in its glow, feeling the warmth on my skin while the breeze on my face keeps me calm. My arms are outreached behind me. Stretched until the elbows are locked. My fingertips claw through the crisscrossing roots of nature's carpet as I weave my fingers ...