SWEETTOUCH's blog: "On Life"

NIGHT ON MOUNTAIN FROST an owl spreads wing he swoops down from fence pole wood tracks the rabbit as he runs across frosted frozen ground the wind blows soft icy breath breathing on the deep dark indigo of night the road ahead winds and curves the mountains high do loom as moonbeams sing a sweeter song not heard the stars so silent dance and sway off splendid towering peaks shimmers of white shadows hide from light of day on leaves on limbs on roofs on cars on all that eye can see rests the breath Old Man Winter's breathing

ALLOW DREAMS AGAIN TO LEAD So much emphasis on what is real The world in which we live The here and now What is due or needs to be done Where are the dreams The dreams that capture tomorrow and give flavor to the adventure Spread before like a Thanksgiving feast Do the children still dream? They no longer play beyond the tender age of 5 or 6 After that they are all business Conforming to the world Which soured grapes create The crayon colors fade with each passing year Leaving only hot topic black To sear Yes to sear the mind and spirit with the all consuming gloom no hope no future no dreams to lead the way to rainbows and fanciful fields of wildflowers and butterflies how do we give back to the children and allow dreams again to lead

Read this (VERY CLOSELY) It points out the idoicracy of yelling for world peace, and what WE the U.S. would have to do, to "Stay out of everyone elses business" like you hear so many harping about. lol Gotta give Robin Williams credit. He can sure GET A POINT ACROSS with a FLAIR!! lol ;oP The Plan! You gotta love Robin Williams...... Even if he's nuts! Leave it to Robin Williams to come up with the perfect plan. What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message. Robin Williams' plan... (Hard to argue with this logic!) "I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan." 1) "The US will apologize to the world for our "interference" in their affairs, past & present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those "good ole boys", we will never "interfere" again. 2) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany , South Korea , the Middle East , and the Philippines They don't want us there, anyway. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence. 3) All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave. We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, reg ardless of whom or where they are. They're illegal!!! France will welcome them. 4) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers. 5) No foreign "students" over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby. 6) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilde rness. The caribou will have to cope for a while . 7) Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.) 8) If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "int erfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything. 9) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don't need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens. 10) All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH...learn it..or LEAVE...Now, isn't that a winner of a plan? "The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' If you agree with the above forward it to friends...If not, and I would be amazed, DELETE it!! The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: "With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks,"Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?" For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us....go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us...pass it on!

One Night With You dreams are like watercolors slightly fogged and yet so precise behind the eyes of heavy lidded sleep the world is easy and beautiful full of color and vivid rememberances of the past all rolled into one portrait the portrait of me one night with you somewhere long ago as sleep claimed us both we shared in the memories that made us young and bold and lost to self now as I close my eyes it is always one night with you

The Magnificent Bitch is that not the most facinating title you've ever heard now this could be about many things it could cover a bitch session about anything you please it could cover a really rough day a really rough week or a really rough life it could be a term covering a multitude of things however about the above it is not it is the title a man once gave to me yeah me the person who writes the sweet poems and loving ways who sensually explores the mind the spirit the soul of you and of me the me who loves all of nature the mountains the clouds the butterflies the feel of the rain and the power of the storm and likes to spread her wings and fly yeah me once upon a time long long ago was in a relationship that was going nowhere fast no passion was left it had all run out the tears cried the battle fought the scars upon my flesh had wounded my spirit mortally so me I found the internet and email and friends in chatrooms near and far to escape the pain of the daily brawls the hands about my neck signaled the end of all that I had spent years to build yet me being a studied person in psychology and sociology decided to play a game and was amazed to find even I could be sucked in to a non-existant relationship the talks and chats grew longer each day to encompass the me that was drowning at home in the broken down atmosphere easily I was able to attend the needs of flaming desire through a touch upon the keys and was then given the honor and deputized hmmm as dubious as it may seem to be called the one the only magnificent bitch I thought about this for quite a while it is akin to the fuck you term at home now used to signify a many a thing it is a term of endearment bestowed is it wrong to enjoy such delicious words bestowed with just the right tone I think not for if you know your capacity to please what better way to articulate than with the terms that amuse and satisfy now hear me well I am not applauding myself no this I am not just seeking to understand a bit of me that normally is kept well in hand this day I was called several names that do not suit by one who hates my birth a hoe which in reality is a garden tool Ho I think was meant hmmm still not me because as far as I know that would be one who performs the act for a meager pay definitely not me I do it for the enjoyment and the love with a man to whom I commit a slut hmmm nope I do not qualify for I do not attempt to slay all the married men I know as a matter of fact I basically keep to my own yes I flirt a bit but nothing more than a compliment nor have I ever had a child out of wedlock the final term laid upon my ears this day BITCH and to that I must say YES I DO and magnificently

IF A DAY GOES BY the winds of change blow frantic through the treasured dreams of heart and mind the roar of lone within a deafened ear defined hazy clouds coated in mental fluff assault the depths of roads meandering the years the splendored view of sightlessness within a blinded tear the soul searches past lives and words to find the nourishment divine a continue to the native dance and drum beats of the time the tiny mouth of hungering within a suffered kind how many steps upon the ballroom floor are wasted on the tired the maiden hearts of hopeless yesterday clasp the hand of every brave the clumsy feet of artlessness cemented to the grave does man really learn from his mistakes are the history books just many pages of discarded decaying waste echoing in the mindlessness and endless wayward disgrace will we ever know blessed peacefulness in this human race the hope is there when the will is not if and when the day goes by

JUST NOT IN THE MOOD FOR WORDS Looking into life lived the past and present fold into leaving me at a loss for all word the mood is passion action lips mouthing hands fingering body testing the bonds letting the passion flow from the outside in feeling it make me mould me drive me to the furthering of the me that I am love flows in the veins passion guides the thought just not in the mood for words give me you to feed upon let me live in your world your hand upon all that drives me let me feel your touch

I was reading the blog of a friend ( http://www.myspace.com/_amanda_panda) that sent me on this little rant. It reminded me so of things from the past that I had to write this and let it all out. Thank You Amanda. In Love If You Are Not Yourself Is It Really Love At All? In love if you are not yourself is it really love? Years spent trying to conform to an image of the behave christian the model mother the caring wife the sensitive lover yet somehow I always came up short felt useless unloved drowning in a pool of degradation and hate why? the desire to be all another's everything my undoing my disgrace one day I awoke to find I was no longer me nor all he wanted nor all that he did need up I rose grasped the reins of a horse running out of control I grew me wings off I flew to search once more for me the woman I loved the girl within the woman I knew was hiding lost in pain drowning frowning hurting and sore hurting from all the pain she bore starting over I found myself starting again to grow back to being me strong and forward sweet and kind heartful soulful tainted yet bold never again will I let me go for I am a woman and so this woman I am would have you to see love's only love when you love all I be

River of Ink like an ink tinted river flow through deep pulsing veins simple words move along a strong current it carries life along to follow the stream around sharp rocks, smooth boulders and stones over outcropping of wood, log and tree winding through so gracefully thoughts to explore like the rush does the shore emotions splash against each new obstacle bovines drink raccoons diligently wash their treats little creatures like the squirrel and fox rest and refresh in the course of my words worlds drawn upon the page gliding the mind in a river of ink

DESIRE To savour the kiss of a wayward breeze the lick of solidary winds over nippled need the soft waters flow above my languished longing immersing you deeply as I feed you touch upon this lightened soul like a spate of light from a candles glow feel the perfervid lick of feral inspire burning me with sacred fire