The Balloon Artist
- Name: Mr. Balloon Artiste
- Gender: Male
- Location: Meanwhile back in reality VC
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a few poems
The starry sky
on a moonless night
Hard to see just one
Till you see it fall
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm a falling star
Because I only feel alive
when you see me fall
The leaves on the trees
So pretty in the fall
Funny you never notice just one
Till you see it fall
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm a falling star
Because I only feel alive
when you see me fall
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I was told a secret
and promised not to tell
but felt the need to speak it
So I whispered down a well
O'er the stone wall I peered
and spoke into the pail
and pondered there my folly
I hadn't kept it very well
on a moonless night
Hard to see just one
Till you see it fall
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm a falling star
Because I only feel alive
when you see me fall
The leaves on the trees
So pretty in the fall
Funny you never notice just one
Till you see it fall
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm a falling star
Because I only feel alive
when you see me fall
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I was told a secret
and promised not to tell
but felt the need to speak it
So I whispered down a well
O'er the stone wall I peered
and spoke into the pail
and pondered there my folly
I hadn't kept it very well
For My Mother
Maxine on a basket containing Josh Groban, IL Divo CDs and lots of Dove bars
Just a few personal notes
As you have guessed, I am a balloon artist. It is a hobby/odd job. Perhaps a really odd job. In a larger market I
could be doing this full time. Meanwhile back in reality, my wife of 27 years, tolerates this, my cooking, and all other messes I make. We both work in the
health care field. We have one daughter and 2 very spoiled dogs.
For Freddie
Freddie's in my Garden
"You need to mix a lot of mulch in the soil here" Freddie said. "Too much clay, not enough top soil. The ground is too hard for carrots, potatoes, and onions. Okra loves the hot weather here."
Whenever I plant a garden I always remember Freddie. He was that quiet and shy goof of a kid that everyone teased in school. He always got in trouble at work. He had poor work habits and his quality lacked. One day they let him try the automatic welder. Freddie found a home and even made lead man. When he wanted to do more, his skill level wasn't there to make the next grade of welder and he was fired. "Always pull the okra staubbs out of the ground. They get rock hard and make plowing difficult next year. Squash does really well until it gets too hot."
Then there are those who remember that crazy kid with the alcoholic parents and the house that was full of garbage when they moved. Freddie made several trips to the state hospital. I went to see him several times. He came to church with me and was trying to get his life together. "You should get a gallon of okra a day and two gallons of green beans. If it rains all bets are off. Water from the hose keeps stuff alive. The vegetables all love the rain. You'll see."
To others he was the kid who heard voices, or he couldn't handle his drugs. I always hated that phrase. I was in my first semester of college and taking a speech class. I was
prepared to give my speech that day but wasn't called upon. My speech was about suicide. When I got home, my wife told me the news about Freddie and the .44 magnum. The next day at school I gave my speech, I had another statistic to give, and a little more emotion. After school I walked out to an empty patch of ground among the former rows of carrots, tomatoes, and peppers. "Always keep your tomatoes away from the peppers. They'll cross pollinate. Put the bell peppers on the other side away from the jalapenos. Same thing." There are those with their different memories of Freddie, but he's in my garden. I remember Freddie in my garden.
"You need to mix a lot of mulch in the soil here" Freddie said. "Too much clay, not enough top soil. The ground is too hard for carrots, potatoes, and onions. Okra loves the hot weather here."
Whenever I plant a garden I always remember Freddie. He was that quiet and shy goof of a kid that everyone teased in school. He always got in trouble at work. He had poor work habits and his quality lacked. One day they let him try the automatic welder. Freddie found a home and even made lead man. When he wanted to do more, his skill level wasn't there to make the next grade of welder and he was fired. "Always pull the okra staubbs out of the ground. They get rock hard and make plowing difficult next year. Squash does really well until it gets too hot."
Then there are those who remember that crazy kid with the alcoholic parents and the house that was full of garbage when they moved. Freddie made several trips to the state hospital. I went to see him several times. He came to church with me and was trying to get his life together. "You should get a gallon of okra a day and two gallons of green beans. If it rains all bets are off. Water from the hose keeps stuff alive. The vegetables all love the rain. You'll see."
To others he was the kid who heard voices, or he couldn't handle his drugs. I always hated that phrase. I was in my first semester of college and taking a speech class. I was
prepared to give my speech that day but wasn't called upon. My speech was about suicide. When I got home, my wife told me the news about Freddie and the .44 magnum. The next day at school I gave my speech, I had another statistic to give, and a little more emotion. After school I walked out to an empty patch of ground among the former rows of carrots, tomatoes, and peppers. "Always keep your tomatoes away from the peppers. They'll cross pollinate. Put the bell peppers on the other side away from the jalapenos. Same thing." There are those with their different memories of Freddie, but he's in my garden. I remember Freddie in my garden.
What brings you to this topic
What interest do you have in this page?
Probably none.
After all you are reading the ramblings of a 49 year old man.
What could we possibly have in common?
Probably not much.
Your interests are different.
Your politics are different
Your generation is different
Your culture different
Your music is different.
I was once your age.
It was still different
I wanted to kill myself
Maybe there's something
three and half years of torment
29 years later
Perhaps we can talk
Your call
Probably none.
After all you are reading the ramblings of a 49 year old man.
What could we possibly have in common?
Probably not much.
Your interests are different.
Your politics are different
Your generation is different
Your culture different
Your music is different.
I was once your age.
It was still different
I wanted to kill myself
Maybe there's something
three and half years of torment
29 years later
Perhaps we can talk
Your call
People that would never be seen in public with me
The Balloon Artist has 109 very twisted friends
stuff I like
We're not in Kansas anymore Toto.
I think we're all Bozos on this Bus
Just sayin
I always wanted to be a stand up comic, but I had one serious drawback,
I wasn't funny and people might laugh at me.
I wasn't funny and people might laugh at me.
Be nice I have fragile self esteem
these are just a few of the stupid things Ive said
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Confessions of a third rate balloon twister
04/19/08 22:23:06 | 0 Comments
I just bought Marcel Marceau's Greatest Hits. Hey wait a minute this CD is blank.
I was watching Benny Hinn the faith healer last night. He was really getting frustrated trying to heal a man with narcolepsy. Every time he touched him, out again.
My cat was in a bizarre nuclear accident.
Now he has 9 half lives.
What's bad is they keep getting shorter.
If a mime becomes psychotic, does he hear silence? Only...
Watch this space
Some of my Balloon Art
3 seriously twisted dudes
I only have eye for you.
She's the one eye, one eye love
and a Y chromosome
Matilda Doolittle
05/16/08
PiggiesR4Me
05/16/08
crazee cat ladie
05/15/08
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lightfeather
05/15/08
AmyandMikey
05/15/08
QueeenB
05/13/08
Thanks for the friends request.
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QueeenB
05/13/08
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Poet In Pink
05/13/08
maid4you
05/12/08
Did you talk sweedish before the hat?????
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maid4you
05/12/08
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maid4you
05/12/08
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Rose is my pen name
05/12/08
hehe I think I might have made a mouse go deaf once. We met face to face when it was up on a shelf and I screamed so loud I saw its ears go back.
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MattNJake1
05/12/08
Hope your week is a great one!
*big hugs*
lightfeather
05/12/08
searcher86
05/12/08
marvinthemartian4ever
05/12/08
polarexprezz
05/11/08
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Iceprincessangel
05/11/08
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not by any other name
05/11/08
polarexprezz
05/11/08
and a Y chromosome