Monthly Archives: April 2012

DOVE NOTE #15 – Countdown To Happiness


I’ve heard it said on more than one occasion by more than one person, that if one (or more than one) thing “were different about  me/my boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife, I/they would be perfect“. Well, let me rescue you from the prison which is this completely ridiculous and unrealistic desire.

There is no such thing as a perfect person. This doesn’t mean that you can’t have a preference when it comes to the qualities you find attractive. It also doesn’t mean you can’t desire to become a “better” girl/boyfriend or husband/wife. But finding or becoming that person is rarely, if ever, about following someone’s suggestions, and absolutely about what each individual person considers a great partner to be.

This is why I encourage people to really take their time when choosing a mate. Being patient when it comes to heart matters can help you avoid a multitude of problems. And I don’t mean problems like being undecided about which restaurant you’d like to visit for dinner. I’m talking about the lingering kind of problems that stem from people erroneously thinking that physical beauty somehow translates into integrity, honesty and strength of character. These traits are not always evident when you first meet someone. So when you’re feeling impatient about a new potential relationship, consider the flip side of the saying “good things come to those who wait” which says, “bad things will often overtake the impatient“. 😉

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Avery & The Troubling Tribbles


Avery & The Troubling Tribbles

Yes… I’m a Trekkie. As will be all of my children. lol

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The Vacant Room


I revisit this
vacant room
shrouding the memories
of provocative correspondence.
But only
periodically.

Not for any significant reason
other than the fact that
these memories
in a way
seem to help me
cope with the loss.

Or maybe
it’s the only lie
that works for now.

My thoughts
quickly fill up
with possible actions
reserved for those
who simply
are not me.

A fine layer
of dust and sorrow
has settled upon
this collection
of relics.

I serves as
sole patron and curator
of my own
hall of regret.

And so I take
one more look around
with an inhale
and a sigh
and reluctantly
close the door
behind me.

Consciously deciding
to leave it unlocked
until the next time
I need something
to remind me of
the past reality
that overshadows
my present dream.



By Myxl Dove
©2010 Browel Publishing

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Believe


I didn’t believe you when you said that time could heal all wounds.
Scars hardened and deep.
New cuts still inflictable.
The more I tried to cover them, the more obvious they became.

I didn’t believe you when you promised to never leave me.
It must be too hard to keep.
Others have broken it, incapable.
I’m skeptical to a fault. My actions influencing a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I didn’t believe you when your many kisses told me you wanted me.
It was too wide a leap.
Faith and self-esteem conflictable.
Why would you be different than the others who’ve come before you?

I didn’t believe you when you innocently wished me sweet dreams.
For when I dream, I weep.
My nights are unstable.
The culmination of every suppressed memory I’ve tried my best to forget.

I didn’t believe
…but you healed my wounds.
…and you stuck around.
…and your desire never waned.
…and with you I’ve slept sound.

I just wish I’d believed you sooner.

by Myxl Dove
© 2009 Browel Publishing

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Slow Down!


Is it just me, or don’t most people prefer to get to know someone over time? I mean, if you meet someone for the first time and you’re starting a relationship (dating or otherwise), isn’t part of the fun discovering new things about him or her as time passes?

Let’s try a scenario… Say I’m goin’ on a date with this girl… I’ll call her Bizzarabeth (Beth for short).
Okay, so Beth and I head out on our date… when I first met her at a mutual friend’s birthday party, everyone was calling her Beth so I call her Beth. On our way to dinner we make idle chatter and she mentions that her actual given name is Bizzarabeth. After successfully masking my initial shock with a throat-clearing cough, I tell her my name is Myxllence Doviticus. She does a double-take to see if I’m joking and then laughs in disbelief. I tell her I was kidding, but now the ice is broken and we’ve both loosened up. Now see, THAT kind of info is cool…no problem… no real big horror stories or traumatic life experiences.

Now let’s try another scenario…
I go to pick up Bizzarabeth from her house. I ring the doorbell and she invites me in while she gets her coat. Several people are sitting around watching TV in the den so she escorts me into the room to introduce me to everyone.

“Everyone, this is Myxl Dove” she smiles and begins to point as we move around the room.

“Myxl… that’s my father on the couch with the amputated leg… he’s a war veteran. My mom is the one sitting next to him nursing the oxygen tank.” Then she whispers, “She’s got emphysema cause she smokes so much!” I arch a brow and remain silent.

“That’s my brother. Ugh! …the 16 year old jail bird!” she says with disgust. “He’s a part-time crack dealer too.” She looks at me with earnest eyes, “If you get a chance maybe you can talk some sense into him?” She smiles and continues to lead me around the room. I force a smile, but my mind is sufficiently blown at this point.

“Over there is my baby sister.” She points at what appears to be a 4 year-old zombie in a playpen near the kitchen. “She’s blind in one eye cause my mom drank heavily during the pregnancy. Oh! That reminds me! How long will we be out?? I’m wondering if we can stop by the pharmacy to pick up my dad’s Viagra prescription before it closes?”

At this point I would most likely provide any outlandish excuse to get out of there as soon as possible. It’s not so much that her family has issues, most families do. The concern is that you don’t drop all this heavy info on someone you’ve just met. I’d rather find out about your dysfunctional family after I’ve built a strong foundation of friendship and/or love for you. You should never be anxious when cultivating a relationship… allow it to grow in it’s own time. Some people you automatically feel like you’ve known forever… some people you feel as if you’ll never know…

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