An honest dialogue about love, life, and everything in-between...

Monday, September 26, 2005


11:01 PM |

"Good morning" the deep voice beside me sighed
And Cheerfully I responded "morning" trying not to cry
I so wished that morning never came
Because I knew things would continue the same
You'll roll out of bed and brush your teeth
While I continue to lay beneath the sheets
You'll undress, turn on the shower and call my name
And i'll get up and help you wash your back like always
Then we'll go at it just one more time
And you'll tell me the things i do just "blow your mind".
I'll get dressed and go down to the kitchen
While you tell me you can't stand your wife's bitchin
You could never taste the tears I cried in your eggs
When you tell me about what lies ahead.
how you really "love me" but you "can't get away"
Because "little Amanda got sick the other day"
And you'll tell me the same lies you told me last week
About how your mom "can't take it now, her heart's too weak".
When the food is done, I'll bring you your plate
And you'll tell me it must be fate
That "I have found someone as loving as you"
And we'll be together when "I'm rid of that shrew".
I'll sit in front of you and watch you eat your food
And secretly wish your lies were true.
When you're done you'll put your plate in the sink
And turn around, smile at me and wink
And i'll hand you your coat and open the door
As you prepare to leave me once more
You'll take your things and tenderly kiss me on the cheek
And you'll walk out of my life again until next week.

Sunday, September 25, 2005


8:44 PM |

These poems are from my ABC series.


Can you?
Can you
Calmness and
Clarity in this
Cavity I’ve kept
Can you
Cherish my
Collect and process my
Change and embrace my
Can you
Color my existence as I
Complement yours?
Can you?


Light hearted
Lingers in the halls.
Light from the sun
Leaks through the
Lines in the Venetian blinds.
Look and
Listen. No reason to
Lament the
Loss of
Lived here.


Persistence has
Produced the
Possibility of a
Promise that is
Powerful enough to face all
Perils and
Potent enough to generate lasting
Passion. A
Promise that is
Pious and
Playful and
Pleasurable. A
Possibility of a
Promise is
Please, don’t
Play games.


2:06 AM |

~Quote: "People living like they got no mamma's"~ by I don't know or remember

Jay Z
Asked for a moment of clarity
But I need more than a moment to release all that's within me
Cause I've been around for almost a quarter of a century
And I still depend on my parents financially
No job
No life
And with all of this I'm actually
Trying to walk this earth happily
When in actuality
My roof leaks
My car squeaks
My windows are all drafty
My clothes are old
Can't afford to have a cold
And with all of this I'm supposed to be happy
I got classes I can't pay for
Phone that's been disconnected
Mortgage I can't afford
Yard probably infested
And there's nothing I can do
And I'm not through
Cause I got more that I need to say.

I'd given myself until the age of 25
To prove there was a reason to be alive
Something inspiring
Something profound
When all I've been able to find
Death, destruction and despair
People living without a care
When in a second it could be gone
Just like dust in the air
Stupidity has become infectious
Children have lost their minds
Greed and gluttony are the main dish
How long will it take for us to find
Out the rules of self preservation
Every species does it but us
"In God we trust"
That we can live a life full of sin
And still get in
And have all that's good bestowed on us
All because we want it to be
That's not enough for me
But I got more to say.

How am I supposed to be an adult
When I fear what my parents say
How can I make my own way
When I feel I have to obey
In an effort to please everyone
No one ends up happy
Life would be so much easier
If their opinion didn't matter to me
But it does
And that's just the space I'm living in now
Pretty soon I'll take my bow
And allow
The world to disavow
All knowledge of me
So then I may be free
Let me be free


1:44 AM |

I realize
That the circumference of my thighs
Is steadily growing before my eyes.
And much to my surprise
I'm slowly witnessing the demise
Of my little girl body. And I
Sometimes want to cry
Cause I can't understand why
I can no longer zip my fly.
And I can no longer deny
That the area above my thighs
Is starting to get a little wide.
And I still try to hide
These pouches on my side
And I will continue to try
Until the day I die,
Because my middle
Has got a little jiggle
But up top I'm still little?
And basically my frame
Is still the same
Just a little weight gain
I really shouldn't complain
And you should do the same.
Because I know
I've got a little roll
And it's starting to show
It's my body remember
I see myself naked in the mirror.
So keep your worries about my health
And your comments to yourself
Just let me be
I love you, but please


12:01 AM |

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I can rid your
of all the excess
Cat Dander
and if you act now for only 19.95 plus shipping and handling
you too will be able to make
Pancakes in your portable hot tub connected to the lighter in the dash of your car while running a
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Internet ready
Picture taking
Headset that works well with any cellular phone!
And at no extra cost to you we will throw in a guide to
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Because the most important thing in my life is how to obtain washboard abs while simultaneously cooking a 5 course meal in one
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Double stack
Veggie steaming
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Everything you need a more
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Saturday, September 24, 2005


12:36 PM |

Some people write poems just to be writing rhymes
Put some words on a page without giving it any time.

Some people think it's the thing to be able to write a verse
And don't care if they come off sounding stupid or perverse.

Some people write poems to tell the story
Of their pitiful lives so they can receive some glory.

Others write to receive world wide fame
And some do it to just keep them sane.

But who's to say that a poem has to come from the heart
Or has to rhyme to play the part?
Who's to say you can't write about idle shit
About your fingers or your toes and have that be it?