Cleo, daughter of Marley, was originally introduced in 2013 with Puppies: A Story of Life. On December 30, 2015 Cleo gave birth to 5 adorable puppies. Though one puppy didn’t make it, the four other live to create legacy. Here is a glimpse of them.
Breed: Mixed – Cocker Spaniel/Italian Greyhound
Birth date: December 30, 2015
Litter Number: 5 pups (4 females, 1 male)
Fostered for hope.
Bred to feel.
I believe these loving beings will heal.
The pain you feel is licked away.
Creating room for a brighter day.
Cherish them as they nurture you.
Gain scope of the brighter hue of love.
February 24, 2016 in Imagery, Words
Tagged creativecommons, dogs, photography, poetry, slice of life, update
Shit happens.
I admit it.
There’s no need to spit it.
I can erase the pain on my face.
Though my heart is of another space.
I want to be around someone who is warm.
Not having to tolerate or conform.
It’s a standard that I’ve created.
And I hate when someone tries to feed it to me.
Let’s agree, life plays a part.
Making our faults the start to depart.
I work mercilessly with the time that I have.
Priorities constantly shift and are really a drab.
I’ve canceled a quest, for several a clue.
I know I have been paying dues.
Where I fail at visitation, I attempt communication.
Most times I reflect and am thankful of the memory that is stored.
Even for those who obsessively record.
It’s comforting to be with another similar creature.
Allow my spirit to be free and fine tune the frequency.
Be merrily along the way.
Instead you blew it away because you weren’t “feeling okay”.
I won’t show alarm, don’t want to harm, nor look like a clown either.
So I’ll do what neither of us really want to do.
I’ll cease and desist.
Reminisce later.
As of now I’ll fade into the background.
Babbling of the Irrational Mind
Posted in Words
Tagged BabblingIrrationalMind, creativecommons, poetry, slice of life
Puppy Love 2015
Life is for the living.
Love is for the loving.
Existence presents itself everywhere.
Here.
New life roams.
Learning skills to better handle the environment.
Being nurtured while nurturing.
The newest puppies to hit the scene.
Breed: Mixed – Cocker Spaniel/Italian Greyhound
Birthdate: October 15, 2015
Litter Number: 5 pups (3 females, 2 males)
November 13, 2015 in Imagery, Words
Tagged dogs, photography, poetry, slice of life, update
The wheels are slowly turning and I’m beginning to grind.
A need for release is always a necessity when the world around fails.
Looking back on progress and searching for tomorrow’s questions.
It’s in the Sound. Word. Image.
…And even more…
It’s life.
So here I am, present as I can be.
Enjoy it.
It feels good.
Much more to come.
Release.
-Stay tuned.
Mother’s Love and Father’s Protection
In a little apartment nestled in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, house dogs Timberland and Marley took the steps to becoming parents.
Timberland is an Italian Greyhound. He is wildly energetic, outspoken, loving (when he wants to be…), and dominant. Tim is by far one of the BEST cuddle-buddies EVER!
Marley is an American Cocker Spaniel. She loves to eat, is playful, sweet, and incredibly loyal. Think of her as a “semi” gentle teddy bear!!
While everyone around was unsure of conception, little babies grew and were nurtured. It wasn’t until roughly seven weeks could anyone could tell. As the weeks seemingly crept by, preparations were made for the new bundles of life!!
Marley’s water broke and she went into active labor early one Thursday morning. For the rest of the day and through the night she panted heavily. In the dark of the following morning on October 18, 2013 Marley gave birth to a litter of 5 puppies!!!
As time continued further, I was able to learn from each new life. Everyone began to take on their own definitions.
8 weeks
8 weeks
8 weeks
8 weeks
All of the puppies are sociable, warm-hearted, and outgoing. It speaks to the amount of love and energy that have been placed, given, and received from these animals.
To all of those that struggle throughout days with:
Limited joy,
Misguided souls,
Docile youth,
Mind riddled labels,
Persecuted vixens,
Economically-forced workers,
And many other so-called “wasted” masses,
There may be a way out. Someone can help. A neighbor, co-worker, or sibling. Anyone. Reach out. Create when there’s nothing to see. Sing when there’s nothing to hear. Fly when there’s nowhere to walk. Make a way that is true to you. That’s all you can really do.
In the distance lies a great shine.
Something new for the body and mind to sync to.
Be careful of the steps you tread.
Note the blossoms that bloom.
The time is soon.
Arrival of a Nu-order to things.
For you and yours.
Be prepared.
Soadioh is having multiple dreams awaken.
Just as the city gets over Hurricane Sandy,
As the President becomes president again.
Heavy snows comes and sweeps you off your feet.
My hell freezes over.
Changes are to made this term.
This time.
Life exists within the body.
Not within the other.
Not obeying the other.
Listen to the world.
Obey self.
In the back of my head I wonder, “Can I ever be safe?” Nooks and crannies latched with fur, as my mind sows defers. To a state of pure bliss untold to me. Satisfy the nature of nurture. But will … Continue reading
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