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for those of you who think you know the blonde

I wear your false assumptions like a mask

and snicker cuz you are so quickly conned

too easily - it's hardly worth the task

I'll play you for the fool until you look

beneath my dumb blonde act and

read the book !

your cancer stalks you like a lover

paused beneath a window to inquire

with his

intrusive and invasive nature if

you have perhaps forgotten that you

belong

to him he has winnowed you out from

your friends and co-workers

to isolate you to mold you to consume you and

i am a threat for i distract you.

but like with all disfunctional relationships,

you are both his victim and his cohort.

bringing your lover with you

to every meeting every conversation every encounter.

we have lunch and the table is set for

two but he is there,

seated in a chair ,

distracting you from life.

my idle hands find my silverware,

a fork and a spoon.

i clasp the dull-edged butterknife in my

unsteady hands and i

lunge across the table at your

unwelcome lover.

i stab him and i

stab and i stab and i stab and i

stab.

but he cannot be incised from

your existance

and my arms grow

weary

from the weight

of the knife.

WARNIG - WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ WAS TYPED ON A STUPIDLY SMALL AND ATTITUDISH KEYBOARD - THERE ARE MMANY ERRORS

a few days ago i was ever so bored and I amused myself by tweaking the settings in my pc start-up. are ya with me? so...i thought how cool - i will set a system password. and so saying - i did. only...

when i typed the password in to set it...the keyboaRD KEPT MAKING A ZILLION E'S AND Y'S AT THE SLIGHTEST TOUCH. AND I NEEDED E'S AND Y'S IN MY PAssword. so. i thoughht i canceled the password gimick but the next day - poof thewre i8t went n turned off for a reboot and yikes it asked for the passwored.

no [problem.

i made it 3e letters long to simplify matters. =D...

so i typed it in and hit entyert and poof it worked.

so...TODAY....my puter wanted to insist on an updsate reboot so i agreed aND WAS not TOO UNDULY BOTHERED BY THE PASSWOPRD REQUEST..

.3 LETTERS...A NO-FAIL PLAN.

ut-oh...it just keeps yelling at me in caps and saying i aqm wrong wrong wrong and if you are wrong wrong wrong 7 timjes in a row it MAKES you reboot to try again. and it's still w2rong/..

now - i remembner in my dos- learning days and my puter building days that i CAN clear the cmos and therefore t5he password by the handy use off a jumper - w2hat i dont recall is this - does that trik also wipe my haRD DRIVE AWAY AS IN UT OH THERE GOES MY LIFE?

I am rather good at pc's and aM ABLE TO understand helpfull tricks and stuff and such if someoner out there wants to nudge my partied-out brain in the right directs.

=D

A father

A friend

A relationship

I am an arc

The circle of life

bends me

I bend from the

weight

of the

circle

of life

The Challenge...

Write a poem that touts some feature of yourself ...lol...real or in the legend of your mind...that you are proud of and toss your ownership of it in the worlds face. yah...strut.

here's an example

I see the way you stare at me

the envy on your face

each time I swish swish flick

my gorgeous blond hair there's a trace

of jealousy you envy me

pretend you're me

with hair like me apparently

you've got an envy case

Your thoughts

tumble

in my head

they

second guess me

You are

over my shoulder

a shadow

This was to be

again

the perfect poem

but...

I've tried to say it simple but

the words they will not speak

I end up

always end up

saying nothing that

I mean

who's to say your reading

even

but just in case you do

pretend I

never meant...

..

...

I still..

....

I remember you

When time requires surrender of the clock

I will not rue the shorter stroke of fate

Though some may wish those hands to never stop

I have not wasted time before the date

Though destiny may find I'm running late

It's certain that he'll find me at that gate

And certain, too, that i enjoyed the walk

In the deep crevices of my familiar

I find solace and hope

I am brave and can conquer

all manner of disparity and I am

unscathed by humanity's refusal to

grant me my crown

That uncivilized beast called male

scoffs at my familiar,

my sagging and bottomless third breast that

hangs from my chest like a

shield against Poison arrows

I bear this ridicule in silence,

for I, and I alone,

know the true purpose and importance of

the contents therein...I have

a pencil for speaking my mind

and an eraser that lends me the

strength to apologize if I

spoke out of line. I have

a compass for those times I feel

lost and so alone and I feel I will

surely never find my way again. There is

my son's Captain Nero magnifying glass

for when I, or another, need to

clarify something. Emery boards to help me

file away the important things in life as well as

the trivial,several flashlights in a

variety of shapes and sizes because God knows

I'm trying to see the light, enough

makeup to make sure my family are as

equally fooled by this painted on smile and

confidence as a stranger would be, and

the list goes on. The most important tool though

in my arsenal of power is the

extra space one can always find in it.

There is always room for one more,

no matter what it is or

to whom it belongs. I have room

in my familiar and will carry the additional weight

as though it were nonexistent, if only to lighten another's load

So laugh if you wish when I refuse to

leave the house without my purse, but remember..

in it is a phone booth and aSupermann cape in size 6

when teardrops fail to fall real pain begins

heart heavy, hurting, speechless sorrow sighs

sometimes we pray the sobbing never ends

for this alone cause lungs to fall and rise

the deepest wounds are wordless - none express

the depth of our despair when words forsake

some heartache even tears cannot confess

a fortress built for fear the dam will break

and in the silence - torment, anguish, make

a scream that pierces like a sharpened knife

your flesh retracts beneath its razored edge

a cut you'll feel for your entire life

you walk a tightrope ..stand upon a ledge

yet in your eyes the strangest calm resides

so carefully concealed it's hard to tell

where self-defence and disregard divides

and then recalls the tears that never fell

someday when overwhelmed by tidal waves

of tears denied, and your defences fail

and currents drag you down - one hope remains

there is someone who understands the trail

of unshed tears and torment silence tells

My best friend since...er...5th grade..has invasive breast cancer and stage 3 and bad prognosis...full mastectomy coming...and this poem is a response ...as her husband might be feeling...cuz he's a jerk. =)

he crept in

a thief and

stole her while i

oblivious

smugly fit her into her

woman role her

obligation

no woman's libber

she and he had to

tear her rip her shred

her female role from

her rending flesh and

femininity leaving

in it's stead

horrendously manlike

strength

and i

forced to condone this

new she this

new her this

incubus

feared it would

consume

me also

The phrase....October's daughter. Be it rhymed, formed, free-style, prose...whateva.

Give me some POETIC verse that contains the phrase October's daughter....

I am the center of my own attention in

a world too suddenly devoid of a

landmark with which to find my

way. The terrain is alien to

my comfort zone and I focus

inward spiraling to an

ever decreasing

pinpoint

of reference. my horizon

drawing nearer and my

peripheral vision

clouded.

I am.

My complete sympathy and utter sorrow for the ongoing tragedy in Japan. While this poem may imply deserved retribution, that is not how I feel. The writing of it simply means to speak from a side that can offer no excuse for the chaos it has visited upon human-kind.

I heard the distant rumble as you

chewed through breathing trees with your

technological teeth you ate

the air I need to breathe and

all the birds took off in flight with

panicked wings that beat to flee while your

civilized consumption

dined on every pore of me

Your cars your trains your

engines poisoned lungs until I choked

you tore black holes in

atmospheric skies with

what you smoked and

I was running to repair the very

air you need to live but I never will

catch up because God knows

you've more to give

My skin is scarred by

canyons of the tears

I've cried in vein while my

rivers wash your pesticides your oil

spills down my drain and now

the very earth you stand on is some

holocaustic brew and God alone knows

I keep running just so

I can live here too

but you are monsters of technology

and you rape the hand that feeds

making desperate predictions while

the earth around you bleeds and

mother nature earns your curses but

it's you who plants the seeds

that plant the seeds of your destruction

can't you feel that I have needs

And now you tremble at my anger

at my vengeance as I wreak

havoc on your homes with spewing

breath You hear me shriek and I

and I !! alone I tremble

'neath your quickly running feet

and send my stored up tears in oceans

to your doors for you to meet

In mindless pain I roar displeasure

for so many years of harm and all my anger

sends you reeling when

I rush past mother's arms and now

I'm drained of that emotion

as I gaze upon your pain

and I try soothing you with breezes

but I know I went insane and all of you

who are my children I have hurt you

once again and I am sorrow I am

rendered broken hearted by the death

upon the creatures that depend upon my

gentle, kinder breath I send you

scarlet skies of shame to cloud the

horror I created and the promise that

for now, at least, my anger has abated

and I mourn oh God I mourn this

devastation by my hand far more than I

have ever mourned your

disrespect of all my land

I see my breeze caress your

tear-stained cheeks as eyes gaze to

tomorrow as we all find hope to bridge

the gap between our lives and

sorrow

The scent of flower, uncommon

to the land on which I fed

enticed me to graze further

and I ate 'till the flower bled

and in my mindless hunger

I extinguished with lowing haste

the scent of the bloom that drew me

a flower of uncommon taste

Tsunami's swells advance with speed

anoint full-force and then recede

And tremors deep within the soil

alarm with motion's quick uncoil

to spring upon the human race

adjusting outlook, Nature's face

observes the havoc, and the calm

the aftermath, no soothing balm

Though scars such demonstration leaves

a stronger fabric, Nature weaves

the impact changes every day

Eternity is reached this way

A re-post

Pisces; the fast talking fish

They say I'm wishy-washy,inconsistent and duplicitous

and my pockets full of sunshine make them nervous and suspicious

but according to Astrology I'm simply sympathetic -

for I truly do desire to make the whole world copasetic

My boyfriend called me sneaky and decided I'd been spying

when I told him we were over, due to all his undue lying

perhaps he had forgotten Pisces insight seldom falters

for my eyes of intuition found out how much truth he alters

They say I have no boundaries to lend my rules cohesion

while my Pisces traits notates I'm empathetic beyond reason

I'm artistic and creative and adore all things relative

I'm romantic and reality to me seems too invasive

I'm a loyal fierce defender, I'm a healer and a mender

I'm a Pisces - I'm the child of Neptune's wondrous water splendor

Which I dislike

I woke up far too late to catch my dreams

The shadows of the sun grow long and I

Have missed the chance that motivation brings

Once Sol has moved so far across the sky

I fool myself by thinking if I leap

There might yet be a fragment I can keep

On borrowed time haphazardly I rush

Too busy to appreciate the worth

Of sunrise in her glorious pink blush

Or sunset setting warm upon my hearth

Cold comfort are the colors of my sleep

When daylight turns the shadows long and deep

Too lulled by warmth and comfort to discern

That ere the evening fell I'd feel a chill

What use to me this knowledge that I learn

With shadows stretched upon the windowsill

The coal to fuel the flame has dwindled low

And nightfall only hours more to go

When midnight walks her fingers 'cross the land

When droopy lidded shadows draw the blinds

When hours slip away to grains of sand

And darkness settles deep within my mind

Let it be said, upon my gravestone write

within my time now spent, I shed some light

confusion lies beneath my breast, unbidden

memories of drug-infested lust

my sign held high enough to keep me hidden

with a message stating "end-of-road or bust"

and a finger pointed sky-ward ever thrust

Reality intrusive upon laughter

my lipstick smile slides crooked on my lips

exposed, my tracks define my soul - the after

math of needles broken tips

and denial frozen ever on my lips

escape relies on circles to continue

instead I'm faced with walls on which I'm pin'd

defense against the censor as I'm seen thru

my addiction like a grave that's falling in

with the dirty knowledge screaming "you can't win"

confusion cries beneath the lies I'm wearing

my silver spoon a voice I can't ignore

the fabric of my body frail and tearing

I sew my arm behind the bathroom door

my tourniquet a snake upon the floor

no one two three step program mends the broken

this tendered flesh I wear has been hard won

and all I ever was now seem a token

or a tribute to a way of life now done

but a milestone on the road on which I'm flung

I raise my arm - the scars all blinking neon

my wrists too bear the wounds but they are mine

discarding all the crutches that I lean on

I chose a path that helps me redefine

like a rising star - whose planets re-align

sometimes the snakes still slither, fangs extended

I dodge the lethal pinprick of their teeth

my silver spoon a vessel now up-ended

where a puddle of it's poison lies beneath

and my tourniquet, just an empty hollow sheath

around my neck, the victor's fragrant wreath

7 years and counting....just sayin'

PHELPS RAP

http://www.towleroad.com/fred_phelps/

you preach on the leg of religious decree

telling all of God's children you truly believe

they're unworthy - the scurvy - of air that they breath

if they wear sexuality out on their sleeve

so you paint it and pick-it where soldiers have died

claiming gay is a sin with American Pride

while our Nation is rotting and drops to it's knees

from that twisted agenda you spread like disease

but your mask is a malice of self-serving greed

and you drink from a chalice that fills as we bleed

seeking fortune and fame for your own selfish need

and then name it God's Mission but all that you seed

is a field of your hatred I will not concede

to your pressure your censure your stab in the back

from an unwieldy knife that you twist in attack

with your words your absurdity all that you lack

is the love of true christians you fill in the cracks

with your blasphemous ranting and raving of hate

is it's own just reward you'll receive at the gate

and the judgment - well-earned - when God hands you you fate