He Sat Crying

He Sat Crying He sat crying in the garage for a little while he cried. A mind like an otherworldly accuser constantly on him. You are always on the bad side of things. He is so young still in elementary school but he is smart. He can’t seem to shake the feeling that he is good enough or smart enough or able to make a friend. No matter how many friends he has he only …

Parenting is The Bloodless Revolution

Recently I published an article on the blog ” They Call Me Dad.” Here is an excerpt. What raises my hope and maybe makes me and possibly you, those that share honey and locusts with John The Baptist as he spoke in the wilderness, is this glorious thought: we need not kill each other to have change. I know, take a moment breath it in and then let the thought as adrenaline in your veins, …

The Retreat

The Retreat - The Daily Haiku

Sometimes you have to withdraw a bit. Limit your activities, go to bed early turn off the media. Even in relationships you need a withdraw on occasion, not in a way that ends the relationship but just a quite contemplation coupled with a loving and a reassuring hug.

Parenting is The Revolution

I recently went on a campaign to write in more locations than my personal blog and have been marginally successful. I just published an article on my home towns news papers website. It is the first one of hopefully many. This is the most nervous I have been about an article ever. I think I have just the right solution. Societies grow from generation to generation. One generation gets old and passes the reigns of …

Damion

Damion - The Daily Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - Blogger - Writer - Poet

There is a lot of things I could say about him. I think I will stick with I love you.

Kina

What can I say about my foster children that can even be uttered with words? Though difficulty may abound and your life is quite complicated you are still so very precious.

I Wish You Were Dead

Recently I agreed to be a contributor to a new blog called They Call Me Dad. You can find bellow an except from my first post with them and a link over to it. Excerpt This is the worst thing a child has ever said to me. Probably won’t be the worst in the long run but still, to date, it is the one that has hurt the most. Let me list off some things …

Gideon

What can I say about my first born? A mind like a steel trap attached to the kind innocence that is his and his alone. He is destined to think some thoughts that we all will love to think after him.

Deaths Nest – A Poem

This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.

Oaks and Crape Myrtles

Oaks and Crape Myrtles Aaron Blakeley - Daily Haiku

I have considering my own feelings towards the current climate in the culture. So much information that you can’t trust. This world is so full of lies and misdirection that there is no way your children won’t fall for at least a few of the lies. I was walking this weekend and I came across the ruins of an old monument sign. I was brick and overgrown by tree and vines. The bricks were loose but …