The Balloon Artist
- Name: Mr. Balloon Artiste
- Gender: Male
- Location: Meanwhile back in reality TX US
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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
For Corpsie she said so NOW
Drama Queen
Tuneage
She posts enuendos
On forums internet
'You have been rude' she says
Trying to be Angel like
Seeker of sympathy
To discuss and be friends with me
You have to kiss where I can't see
You must decide
Trolling in on forums
Well has she banned you yet
She's not thinking twice
Chorus:
She's a Drama Queen
Everybody look at me
Damn I'm the best you've ever seen
Guaranteed to speak her mind
Do you mind?
Expensive at half the price
Unstable any given night
She's gonna cry
To add to confrontations
She changes her sign on address
In conversation
Her words are put to test
Silence and denies the rest
Said they weren't deleted yet
Question her sanity?
Now we are taking bets.
Psychos normally do scare us
for answers she could care less
Don't cross her and she'll be nice
Chorus:
She's a Drama Queen
Everybody look at me
Damn I'm the best you've ever seen
Guaranteed to speak her mind
Do you mind?
Drop of a hat she's as insane as
Schizophrenic alley cat
Then momentarily pm restricts you
Suddenly that was your last post
She's absolutely has gone mad, mad
She's out to get you
Chorus:
She's a Drama Queen
Everybody look at me
Damn I'm the best you've ever seen
Guaranteed to speak her mind
post counts slide.
Expensive at half the price
Unstable any given night
She's gonna cry
You made her cry
Tuneage
She posts enuendos
On forums internet
'You have been rude' she says
Trying to be Angel like
Seeker of sympathy
To discuss and be friends with me
You have to kiss where I can't see
You must decide
Trolling in on forums
Well has she banned you yet
She's not thinking twice
Chorus:
She's a Drama Queen
Everybody look at me
Damn I'm the best you've ever seen
Guaranteed to speak her mind
Do you mind?
Expensive at half the price
Unstable any given night
She's gonna cry
To add to confrontations
She changes her sign on address
In conversation
Her words are put to test
Silence and denies the rest
Said they weren't deleted yet
Question her sanity?
Now we are taking bets.
Psychos normally do scare us
for answers she could care less
Don't cross her and she'll be nice
Chorus:
She's a Drama Queen
Everybody look at me
Damn I'm the best you've ever seen
Guaranteed to speak her mind
Do you mind?
Drop of a hat she's as insane as
Schizophrenic alley cat
Then momentarily pm restricts you
Suddenly that was your last post
She's absolutely has gone mad, mad
She's out to get you
Chorus:
She's a Drama Queen
Everybody look at me
Damn I'm the best you've ever seen
Guaranteed to speak her mind
post counts slide.
Expensive at half the price
Unstable any given night
She's gonna cry
You made her cry
People that would never be seen in public with me
The Balloon Artist has 116 very twisted friends
stuff I like
We're not in Kansas anymore Toto.
0 I think we're all Bozos on this Bus
Just sayin
There must have been a big sale at Victoria's Secret this past weekend. All their clothes were half off.
Be nice I have fragile self esteem
Some of my Balloon Art
3 seriously twisted dudes
I only have eye for you.
She's the one eye, one eye love
these are just a few of the stupid things Ive said
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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...
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and a Y chromosome
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05/19/08
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05/19/08
love your creations.
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05/19/08
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ObservingEgo
05/18/08
I gave you a kudos.
BUT...I'M ALL OUT OF SMALL TALK!!!
Okay???
ObservingEgo
05/18/08
Hello yourself...
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ChickOwWow
05/18/08
I love the balloons.
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Kimbob the Magnificent
05/18/08
and a Y chromosome