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Ok ya'll i'm bored of being online and chatting in the shout box and IM. Here's the deal give me one good reason why I should call and talk to you and I'll call 1 of you. I know I'm really really bored ... can ya tell? hehe! :D I know I have some of your numbers, but I haven't called anyone lately so umm if ya wanna chat let me know. You can respond here, in a private message or my shout box. This is crazy, but hell crazy is good lmao! HUGS Jackie moar funny picturessee more crazy cat picssee more crazy cat picssee more crazy cat picssee more crazy cat pics
Naughty Application
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New Album To See
Hello.. I posted a new album today.. It's called.. "Lucifursphereit........" Come by.. and check them out.. Thank you
Show Some Love Plz
The Matrix Lounge!!
I couldn't sleep... I spent a half an hour in the bathroom just staring at myself in the mirror... I don't understand what I want in life... I'm unhappy about everything it seems, and the bouts of joy I feel always feels synthetic to me. These past couple of months have confused me greatly. There is a constant flunctuation in my moods, but I've noticed I have grown more depressed than usual. I've been thinking a lot. In the past I usually could think clearly and just dig myself out of any rut, but this time I seem very disorientated. I don't know where to begin or if I want an all is just very confusing. I don't even know what I'm mind's half not here.
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I Wanna Win!!!!!!!!!!!
I need your help Im in a contest and would appreciate your help by commenting you also earn points towards leveling... Thanks for all yr support..
I Can't Fix It. There Are Too Many Pieces...
I wake up and the first thing I do is pick at. I pick pick pick at it. It itches and hurts all the time. It’s a nasty scab. The pain from the injury fresh in my mind each time I pick it. Some say that I should just leave it alone and it’ll heal. That’s easy for them to say. It’s not causing them misery. Don’t they know I would love to just let it be. Let it form a scar. Let it fill the gaps between the torn pieces with connective tissue. Scar tissue can actually be a wonderful thing. There are no nerve endings. Did you know that? I do. After the scar forms you can’t feel anything at that spot. Yet I‘ll pick pick pick at it until it bleeds. You’d think I’d stop. But no…not me. It’s consumes me. It’s defined me. I’ve thought of putting a band-aid on it. But then that’s all it will be. A band-aid on it. Whatever happened to, “Time heals all wounds”? Maybe it’s really, “Time wounds all heals”? I don’t know. About a million years ago, when I was a nurse, I learn
A Couple Erotic Stories Wrote About Me..... Bob
Story #1 Pru, We have been acquainted for a period of time. We enjoy and look forward to our time spent chatting online. Chatting online we have revealed our personal thoughts on so many topics both serious and playful. I find this to be an extremely sensual quality of yours. It’s an opening up that strengthens our friendship. I smile at times when you seem to be so shy about what it is you want to express and when you finally say these things you appear so sexy to me. You tell me in one our chats that you will be traveling alone up to my area. I am so pleased because we both agree to finally meet. At my urging you agree to let me pick you up at the airport and give you a ride to the hotel you will be staying at for the next two days. The day arrives that I will be picking you up. To my surprise I am not the least bit nervous. I feel that I know you so well. As I park my car, my anticipation is growing. My thoughts of you become intoxicating. I check the arrivals and see that
Fire Fox And Internet Explorer
Okay every one of you that have firefox and internet explorer. I have noticed that firefox doesnt let you keep the page open as it freezes, so what I have done is I use Internet Explorer for the lounge and the firefox for everything else
One Of My Poems
eat me,beat me bite me,blow me suck me,fuck me very slowly if you kiss me dont be hasty use your toung to make it tasty roses are red Lemons are sour Open ur legs and give me an hour Kissing Is A Habit Fucking Is A Game Guys Get All The Pleasure Girls Get All The Pain 10 Minutes Of Pleasure 9 Months Of Pain 3 Days In The Hospital A Baby Without A Name The Father Is A Bastard The Mother Is A Whore This Woulda Never Happend If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!! Sex is like math You subtract the clothes Add the bed Divide the legs And Pray to god You dont multiply Roses are red Grass is green Open your legs And I'll fill you with cream Sex is good Sex is fine Doggy Style & 69 Just for fun Or gettin paid Everyone likes gettin laid u opened it so u r cursed for 5 yrs. u need to read it ENTIRELY!! roses are nice violets are fine. ill be the six if you be the nine. roses are red violets are blue condoms will rip now watch you get screwed
The Signs
you think you could cope with life and yet you ask me whats on my mind so much darkness its so hard to explain theres way too much to see and stay sain for just a little taste and youll soon see enough thats why ive done drugs and all of this fucked up kinda stuff my mind is a terible thing to taste so if you value you life stay the fuck out of my mind try surching your own mind but dont surch to deep cause it is me that youll always find the darkness risess from with in i form a grin the evil thoughts set in a twisted mind one of akind and evil thoughts so divine controlled by an illution of fath A world full of hate and a hope of a new day wher everything is gray the bodies dekay and life faids away the emptyness left in space no human race a blank look left on my face as i find a new place
When I, thought I knew you Thinking, that you were true I guess I, I couldn't trust Cause your bluff time is up Cause I've had enough You were, there by my side Always, down for the ride But your, joy ride just came down in flames 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame After all of the stealing and cheating You probably think that I hold resentment for you But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through So I wanna say thank you 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter Never, saw it coming All of, your backstabbing Just so, you could cash in On a good thing before I realized your game I heard, you're going around Playing,
Would You
Have you ever sat down and imagined.. what you think you might have been, if you would have said yes instead of no, or told him now instead of then? -x-- - - --x- What if you had the chance, to change one mistake you might have made, whether it was running instead of walking, or maybe you left when you should have stayed? -x-- - - --x- If you could go back in time and change someones mind.. would you? or would you just keep living your life, how your living it, knowing you could have come out on top, instead of falling behind?
25 Beautiful One-liners
1. Give God what’s right…not what’s left. 2. Man’s way leads to hopeless end…God’s way leads to an endless hope . 3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing. 4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone. 5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma, but never let him be the period. 6. Don’t put a question mark where God puts a period. 7. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a face-lift. 8. When praying, don’t give God instructions…just report for duty. 9. Don’t wait for six strong men to take you to church. 10. We don’t change God’s message…His message changes us. 11. The church is prayer-conditioned. 12. When God ordains, He sustains. 13. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning. 14. Plan ahead…It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark. 15. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position. 16. Suffering from truth decay? Brush up on your Bible. 17. Exercise daily…walk with th
Vision Is The Key ......
There are two ways to get to an end result. Only two. The first is to be pulled toward the result by being internally inspired. The other is to be pushed toward the result through internal or external motivation. There is a huge difference between motivation and inspiration. Few are inspired. Think about which of these two ways makes for a better, easier to achieve result for you. Why do believe that? Which do you use? If you have a goal, and you want to complete it with all your heart, how hard is it for you to overcome procrastination, fear and challenges to reach that goal? On the other hand, if you really do not care whether you get there or not, or worse if you are striving for someone else's goal, how hard is it to overcome procrastination, fear and challenges? What makes the difference? Having a clear vision of the end result is the most important step to success whether in business or personal growth. Vision brings inspiration. Stopping at the end of the day is har
Im Glad To B Apart Of Fubar And Im Gonna Spend Alot Of My Time Up Here Lol IM STUCK TO THIS SITE LIKE GLUE ITS BETTER THAN MYSPACE I GOT ANOTHER BULLETIN LOL BUT I REALLY LIKE THIS SITE THE FEATURES IT GIVES YOU YOU LIKE YOUR OWN BOSS IM GLAD TO BE APART OF FUBAR PLEASE SEND ME COMMENTS ADD ME FAN ME AND ILL THE THE SAME FUBAR YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LOL! 1. What is fubar? 2. How do I change my personal information? 3. How can I change my email address and/or password? 4. How do I add color, graphics, and sound to my profile? 5. Where do I go for technical support? 6. How do I report someone who has stolen my photos or identity to fubar? GENERAL HELP: Is fubar free? How do I meet people on fubar? Where do I report underage users? What is my Shoutbox? Can anyone read it? How do I clear it? How do I change my password? How do I recover my password? How do I change my email address? How do I change my personal information? How do I delete my account? What is the online bar? What is the mobile
Use Your Strengths!!!
One day, an angel was roaming in the forest. It was a very beautiful day. The angel saw trees touching the sky, and leaves were swinging with cool breeze. Flowers were smiling, painted with beautiful colors, and the birds were singing. Angel was very pleased to see the beauty that God had created; it was a magical feeling. After walking a little further, the angel saw a rose plant. The rose plant was crying. The angel felt very sad. The angel asked the rose plant, "Why are you crying, my child?" The rose plant replied, "God doesn't love me as much as he loves other plants." And the angel said, "What makes you think that, my beautiful?" Rose plant then said, "God gave me a thorn." The angel said, "Awwww, God didn't give you a thorn, you were born with the thorn. God blessed you with a beautiful flower with beautiful carved petals. God blessed you with a sweet fragrance. You are remembered as a symbol of love. God blessed your beauty to live with the thorn." Live your
Nude Photos
Sorry guys but I had a change of heart so I deleted the nude pictures. Do not ask me to post anymore as I do not wish to portray myself in that manner any longer and on top of that I thought about the chance no matter how slight of a child getting on here under someones name and seeing them. Maybe you should consider that too. Thank you all.
Jeff Foxworthy.... New Englanders is what Jeff Foxworthy has to say about New Englanders... If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you live in New England. If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't work there, you live in New England. If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in New England. If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you live in New England.. If "Vacation" means going anywhere south of New York Cityfor the weekend, you live in New England. If you measure distance in hours , you live in New England.. If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you live in New England. If you have switched from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again, you live in New England. If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in New England.. If you install security lights on your house
A Heart We all have a heart but some forget what it is for. A heart aches when we are sad or have been hurt. A heart breaks when something in your life has left you forever. A heart is full when someone or something brings joy to your life. A heart beats faster when you feel the pleasure of someones warm soft touch. A heart is there to remind us just how important all of life is. A heart can help put a smile on your face or a tear in your eye. You can give your heart to someone or someone can rip your heart out of you. All in all everyone has a heart but it is up to each person to figure out how they want to use it. mine beats for everyone of my friends as fast as possible because I know that you are very special and will always have a special place inside it. Hope your heart beats with passion and that you find that special thing that keeps it beating strong. Hugs and warm sweet kisses to you. Was the night before Christmas in a far distant land Not a creature was stirring not eve
Ok, this is my first blog EVER. I usually do not take the time to write these blogs but I feel that this must be said. I'm sick and tired of people that feel the need to draw attention to themselves every five minutes. I'm not going to say any names because you should know who you are. Usually I keep complaints to myself, but if I have to read something from another person whining because they feel they do not get enough attention, i'm gonna to snap. So i've given people a chance to stop, but know next time it happens you're getting deleted. Thank you and have a nice life....
New Family
Hello all...I am going to start off by saying that I have just recently left the Quiet which I have learned alot of valuable lessons. As well as strengths. I have started a new family in which i have set forth these rules and expectations. Please read them and follow them as they will be our guide to a happy family. 1) NO DRAMA WILL BE TOLERATED!!..I will not put up with any drama from anyone. there will be no exceptions to this rule! You disregard this rule and you will be dismissed from my family! Act your age, if u cant then please do not waste our time! 2)No one but upper management will be allowed to blog about Leveling..unless you have been given the ok to do so. This will only be to minimize confusion in the family! The only ones to blog about leveling are Founder, CoFounder, President, Vice President and Manager. Even so I need you guys to confirm with me before posting Blog. 3) Absolutley NO BOMBING! If you choose to enter into a contest or give away you
Stay? Or Go? Stay? Or Go? Hmmmm
This Train is A Fan/Rate/And Add Train The Rules Are As Follows. 1 Must Add The Conductor And All Riders. 2 Once Fanning/Adding/Rating Is Completed You MUST Message Me And Tell Me That You Have Finished And Then I Will You Add You To The Train. 3 When You Add Others From The Train In The Request You Must Type "Twizted Syn Train" Or You WILL NOT BE ADDED!!! Fair Warning Now. 4 If Your A Level 4 Or Lower You CAN NOT Be Added...Any One From Levels 5-9 MUST Have Atleast A Picture. 5 If You Are A Level 10 Or Higher You MUST Have A Salute And Picture...No Salute Or Picture...No Ticket 6 No Bashing Or Harasment Of Train Riders If Caught I WILL NOT HESITATE TO REMOVE YOU!!! 7 NO SCRIPTING...If You Are Caught Scripting I Will Remove You And Then Block You. 8 Merry Christmas Everyone ^_^ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- †Conductors† Ðj Twîztêd Çhåo§†Ðêmèñtèd§ Fîåñcë†Co-fdr øf Ðécadêñt Ðévîañçê@ fubar &#
Need My Friends Help Please!!!
Lock N Load
Dude, the cops will never smell it Mon Jan 7, 5:11 PM ET Lakehurst police didn't have to go far to make a marijuana arrest. An officer heading home early Saturday smelled pot burning in the police station parking lot. Authorities said Sergeant Ronald Heinzman asked some other officers to take a whiff. Police said they heard a conversation centered on the irony of smoking pot next to the station from a home separated from the parking lot by a chain-link fence. Police knocked on the door and arrested Benjamin Gordon, 18, of Farmville, Va. ___ Information from: Asbury Park Press, Like anything in life that you want, you should say it proclaim it either through spoken or written words. I know I have expressed what I want in spoken words to my friends and family but I dont think I have ever written them down to reread over and over. So here we go. Since I am almost 30, I know gasp! I say the big number THIRTY and this big number has me freaked o
Gimme Back My Foot
ok so i was watching Judge Mathis today & saw the most outrageous thing ever! They say hicks come from AL but i think they missed the number 1 hick in NC (sorry if ya live there).He takes a man to court & sues him because he bought a grill and inside the grill he found this mans amputated foot. Well thinking it might be from a murder he calls the police. The police return the foot to the rightful owner & now the man who bought the grill wants it back so he can charge people to come see it! They call him the Foot Man! WTF????well since technically u buy as in in that state the foot was rightfully his. So the judge had to award him $5000 but let the amputee keep his foot. What kind of world do we live in where u sue someone for their own foot????omg!
Pure Ecstasy
"*life Is Short So*break The Rules*forgive Quickly*kiss Slowly*love Truly*laugh Uncontrollably*"
goin to see hinder and papa roach!!!!!!!!!!!be back soon!!
N.a.p. Rules
So we tried to gauge my ears...we got one in... so one of my ears is up to 7/16... but this video shows us trying to get the other in...and it was unsucessful... it's terribly fucked up... sadface.
Still Figurin' Things Out! *blushes*
First Glance Cinnamon and Steeped coffee.. Distant chatter of others with ragtime interlaced... Knees held together, toes turned inward... Face flushed... MY God, Anticipation! Peering through the reflective glass.. Tall and Handsome.. A smile that melts, At last! a HUG! Love from My Lips feeling you... enduring the longing... lingers in the exhausting breath that escapes my heart the exhale... is the scent of crimson rose to taste it on my tongue, pure pleasure.. exist in my mouth. my heart joins my hand as the sweet song flows from my lips. Embers of Life Letting go of the Fire, the witness to your existence, the pedestal of hope That held you high from Invisibility Grasping for breath, No one will know.. Secretly Loving, the deadly sin Envious Truth of Embers Burn deep smoldering to find one
The Taste Of You
The Taste Of You(Part 2) I want to taste you inside Drink of your sweet necter in until I'm full I want to lick your sweetness from my lips As I plung my tongue deep into your inviting pussy, Your hands gripping the sheets as you take gasping breaths slipping my tongue in & out of your wetness licking your soft walls and sucking gently on you clit You begin to whimper loudly as you feel your orgasm start I begin to work my tongue faster and deeper You release the sheets and grab my head with both hands Pulling me deeper in to you hot, wet pussy I begin to taste more of your sweet honey rush from inside you You wrap your legs around his head, crossing the behind me Pulling me deeper into your orgasm Your clear juices now dripping from my chin You begin to she moans a louder, and then you begin to scream Oh Daddy! Eat my pussy Daddy, Oh Daddy,Oh Daddy! I try to pick up my head, but your not done, Your thighs get tighter, now your about to cum again my tongue goes d
Sooooooo, most people on here don't talk to me, which is cool, even though I said I'm on here to make friends. I tried to talk to you. but whatever, it's all cool. Anyways, I've had some things come up and while I haven't been on this site long, it's time to call it quits. There's no point in being somewhere where you talk to 2 or 3 people out of X amount of people. Plus, there's just too much "rate me, whore, I mean fan me. So before November is up, I will no longer be availabe. HOWEVER! To the few that give a shit and would like to talk to me, know me for me and willingly accept that i'm happily married, send me a shout or a message and i'll provide you with IM details or my email. and we can continue to talk. Or if you have any questions, I'll be glad to answer them.
You Think You Know Me???
Aug 8, 2008 Featured On: MyFoxMilwaukee Wow. I can't believe this left and right. Brett Favre has been traded to the NY Jets and some people just can't take it. I went on other websites, and they are talking about it the same way as here. And these are Non-Packer websites. And non-fox related websites. All the saying the same thing. Even Facebook has this. This whole Brett Favre trade thing reminds me of a old wrestling story line from 1997. Ask any wrestling fan about the Montreal Screwjob of Bret "Hitman" Hart from Survivor Series 1997 and they will tell you. The reason for the infamous "Montreal Screwjob" was concerning the WWE Championship and Bret Hart himself. Who proposed the job? Vince McMahon, which the fans found out years later. Previously, Bret Hart signed a contract to WCW and was willing to give up the WWE Championship if won or lost. We all know the sharpshooter hold that Shawn Michaels put on Bret that sealed the screwjob. Bret Hart shared his thoughts on this and
Please Come Help
Please come and bomb.. just a 1/2 hour to go.. One of my bestest friends (on and off of fubar), Cowboy had to delete his old account and is starting all over again. If you could please head over to his new page and leave him some love, it would mean SO much to me! Thank you in advance!! **hugs** 'UnknownCowboy' This bulletin brought to you with love by ¢¾aGEM4life¢¾ Please help out if you can. Every bit helps. Please click the link to GEM's profile and do what you can.
Mind Boggling Questions
Can you cry under water? How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? Why do you have to "put your two cents in".. . but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to? Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? Why does a round pizza come in a square box? What disease did cured ham actually have? How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours? If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV? Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway. W
Demon House Hotties!!
1. Your Name: 2. Age: 3. Fave Color: 4. Are you a virgin? 5. How tall are ya ? 6. Do you like to dance ?? HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ... 1. Are we friends? 2. Do you have a crush on me? 3. Would you kiss me? 4. ...with tongue? 5. Would you enjoy it? 6. Would you ever ask me out? 7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater? 9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? 10. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before? 11.Would you walk on the beach with me? 12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me? 13. Do you/have you talk junk about me? 14. Do you think I'm a good person? 15. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)[no sex]? 16.Would you let anything happen in that bed? 17.Do you think I'm handsome/cute ? 18. If you could change anything about me -would you? 19.Would you die for me? 20.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? 21. Will you post this so I c
Words To Live By
All I Ever Wanted Is You
All I Ever Wanted Is You Dedicated to that Mr Right, (Who I Can Never Have) All I ever wanted is you: Love, laughter, a pillow for my fears. I want to give and to be given to So I might feel myself flow through the years Alive in you, the wonder of my tears. Do not doubt I love you, even though My actions may have undermined my words. We could be as connubial as birds Had I not let my wild longings show. I cannot help wanting to devour All the world that comes before my eyes; But more than all the world is that which lies Within the precious circle of our bower. I'll do anything to keep you with me; Our love will last as long as you have will. Despite my untamed need, my love is still A rock against the surges of the sea.
Everyone breathes,but how many can love? What do we say?When our lover doesn't care? A broken heart kills,can we go around? No straight through the pain,raining from above. Let the pain fall down,the shackles turn loose, My love is a noose, Let the pain fall down,for none can see... This fake smile is here to protect me, No one looks in my eyes,see the pain deep inside. Let the shackles fall down,so I can run free. I just wish someone could see this heart, that is me.
Do You?
Do You ever just crank up your stereo, grab the nearest thing that resembles a guitar or microphone and pretend you're in a rock band and your doing a concert? Then after the CD is over, you grab a cold drink, run to your bedroom and shut the door and pretend your in your own private dressing room and and your listening to your adoring fans scream for an encore?..........No?..… … …… either. Voodoo Child proud member of : WOMBAT DRIVING FORCE
Little Nothings
The Phantom Agony I can't see you, I can't hear you Do you still exist? I can't feel you, I can't touch you, Do you exist? The Phantom Agony I can't taste you, I can't think of you, Do we exist at all? The future doesn't pass And the past won't overtake the present All that remains is an obsolete illusion We are afraid of all the things that could not be A phantom agony Do we dream at night Or do we share the same old fantasy? I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams Tears of unprecedented beauty Reveal the truth of existence We're all sadists The age-old development of conciousness Drives us away from the essence of life We meditate too much, so that our instincts will fade away They fade away What's the point of life And what's the meaning if we all die in the end? Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything? Tears of unprecedented beauty Reveal the truth of existence We're all pessimists Teach me how to
Another Poem
I'll be there always till the stars dont shine day by day time after time your always on my mind I need to run my fingers through your hair kiss your lips hold you near can I hold you close can I pull you near may I say the words I feel you need to hear I want to tell you i love you I want you to know i care and just to let you know I will always be there...
i'm deleting my fubar so any of you that want my yahoo info or anything.. msg me b/c today is my last day on here.
1977 And 2007
Scenario: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack. 1977 - Vice principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his own shotgun to show Jack. 2007 - School goes into lockdown, the FBI are called, Jack is hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors are called in to assist traumatized students and teachers. Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school. 1977 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies. 2007 - Police are called; SWAT team arrives and arrests Johnny and Mark. They are charged with assault and both are expelled even though Johnny started it. Scenario: Jeffrey won't sit still in class, disrupts other students. 1977 - Jeffrey is sent to the principal's office and given a good paddling. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again. 2007 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes
Here in this solitude I hear my inner thoughts I not only hear, The thoughts in my head But the breath of the Gods Whispering through the trees This freedom is rejuvenating While my spirit floats about me My entity leaks Into the surroundings Providing me with A new form My hair becomes the grass My limbs are now roots and trees My breath mixes with Gods To become the wind I have lost myself completely now To become one with nature
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Dreaming Of You
When I lay and think, in my bed at night, the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight. I toss and I turn, dreaming of you, opening my eyes... checking if my dream came true. It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll, weeping quietly... it's my pillow I hold. Many sleepless nights I prayed for you, my love. God touched my soul from heaven above when He answered my prayers. For, you see I've never felt this lucky, God did this for me. He must think you're special, and I know he's right. No other has made me feel so complete, my whole life was lived, just so we could meet. All these thoughts, and more going through my head. I fall asleep not worrying, but dreaming of you instead. Good night my love, Yours forever, Michael
All My Friends And Family Please Read (repost)
My Rants
I am new here to this site, and I am always full of compliments, As My profile states , I love all women. When I review photos, I always have something to say, or I say nothing, But It really pisses me off when users dont allow comments. If you dont like comments, then why put the damn picture up for the world to see it. Second of all, Try and open a gallery where you can be seen, It seems so many profiles contain all private galleries, or is full of comic style or photos. I am not asking to open your galleries of nude photos, family photos , or etc, But let people see who are unless your hiding behind mask so you can be the person you pretend to be. I have seen many people that come to the wrong place for what they are seeking, so many freinds I have met here have all said the same things. If you take the time to read the profiles, you would see the statements they have to write in there profiles to warn predators to stay away, as they are not into this Crap. If you
A Little Bit Of Play
Not as easy as you might think. Now copy and paste into your blog and tag 5 ppl to do the same. Leave a comment to let us know you have done it, AND LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TO LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED. It's really hard to only use one-word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? nonexistant 2. Your significant other? Whips 3. Your hair? long 4. Your mother? I need to call 5. Your father? deceased 6. Your favorite thing? BDSM 7. Your dream last night? none 8. Your favorite drink? coffee 9. Your dream/goal? succeed/happiness 10. The room you're in? sweet 11. Music? depends 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? living happy 14. Where were you last night? home 15. What you're not? hopeless 16. Muffins? yuk! 17. One of your wish list items? rope 18. Where you grew up? ghetto 19. The last thing you did? took a breath 20. What are you wearing? something comfortable 21. TV? HEROES/Chowder "rada" 22. Your pets? 2 23. Your computer? yes 24. Your life
Teddy Bear
She looks in the mirror and all what she could see where little parts of her something she didn't want to be she just stared at her reflection but she didn't look at all all her tears were running and she was trying not to fall there where times that she was happy there where times that she was sad but she never felt so unhappy and she never felt so bad she walked around in her room but she didn't know why the truth was so hard that she wished she would die she prayed for help but nobody came the room was getting smaller it was driving her insane with her eyes full of tears she picked up the phone she dialled some numbers but nobody was home every feeling inside her was rushing through her head every picture every thought was making her upset she dropped on the floor with her teddy bear in her arm she crushed him against her and was trying to get warm she couldn't stop the tears the ground was hard and cold she wish somebody would help
Random Thoughts
Ok before this one even begins, no offense to any woman on my list, and if you feel you might take offense to any rant that comes from me, please hit the X on your upper right hand side :D Moving right along...what in the fuck is with these women, who are attractive, begging for an ego boost. No no no! Better yet, wtf is wrong with you men that feed into this pathetic crap? And before you start, yes I will disagree with compliments, mostly for fun, but if I say something, it's not for attention, it's just speaking the truth and is no way, shape or form an invitation to try and make me see it your way. Back on track, we have these obviously beautiful women posting Mumm's and what not about needing someone else's opinion on whether she's hot enough to post nsfw pics, or whether she's pretty enough for you to consider fucking, whatever the question is, you've all seen it, so you know damn well what I'm talking about. Now honestly, I'm not sure which part is worse, the broad posting
Thoughts Of A Poetic Genius
Maybe the only truth is that it's all a lie, I wouldn't be suprised, so then wouldn't it be something, if it were all for nothing? So gone, but I'm sure you don't care if I ever came back, let's re-arrange those facts, you leave I stay I cry but you'd never see that, I'm so far gone that doctors already announcing the time of death, wouldn't you care that we never made up before this last breath, yes these words struggle within me trying to come out, but you only see frustration stummering stammering a dj scratch and me shout, I'm so gone that no I don't want to come back, even if the whole block felt me had love for me like I was crack, should this be my undeniable fate, sometimes I wish that I could exchange plates, empty it out or not even eat to begin with, I wish they never thought of me to begin with, I wish I could say what I really feel, but you know like I know a magician never keeps it real, there's too much at stake, my mind is about to break, right at the seams, I don't re
Poetry By Me
I pull the charging handle and a round chambers. I see you running, and the world around me stops. I feel the sweat on my eyebrow, and I am ready. I see you with iron sights, and I feel your fear and anger. I ponder what you've done to me, and I ignore my thoughts. I think of the round finding you, and its hard to imagine. I try not to freeze, and fear engulfs me. I worry of the side effects, and if you will haunt my dreams. I stop all thought, and I prepare to pull the triger. I feel my heart freeze, and my breathing slows. I see you stop, and I know you see it coming. I wait till my natural pause, and my muscles relax. I pull the trigger, and it surprises me. I see the shell eject, and I trace the round. I see your eyes widen, and you say something. I witness the round strike you, and you are no more. I know you are dead, and my first kill is unforgiving. I am an American Soldier, and I follow orders. Turner Claytopia Claytop
If I Was In Your Bed
cOME VISIT MY NEW LOUNGE HOPING TO MAKE IT ONE OF THE BEST CLUB ADDICTION If you woke up one morning and saw me in your bed what would u do? 1) Go back to sleep 2) Slap me 3) Cuss me out 4) Push me off the bed 5) Just tell me to leave 6) Climb on top of me and cuddle 7) Fuck me 8) Make me breakfast 9) Ask me my name 10) Call the cops lol Repost with the title IF I WAS IN YOUR BED!!!!! and see how many people want you in their might be surprised by the answers you get back make sure you repost this
A Friend
A friend of mine is in a contest here.. I KNOW I KNOW.. I DETEST FUBARIAN CONTESTS... but he is a decent guy.. trying to win a three month VIP.. if you would.. comment bomb him.. Click on the picture and thank you ahead of time...
Terrors by Katrina Wren Nightmares keep my mind awake Horror scenes behind my eyes Loud screams fill my ears Can't breath, can't move, cold as ice Where do they come from? Why are they here? What is it about me? Why all the fear? Can't seem to shake it NO matter how hard I try What are they after? Is it me they want? Someone please help me! I cry out to thin air No one answers because no one's there All alone I shall fight To keep my sanity In this plight
IF U HAD ME AL0NE... Body: IF U HAD ME AL0NE... L0CKED UP IN Y0UR R00M F0R TWENTY-F0UR H0URS & WE COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANTED, WHAT W0ULD Y0U D0 WITH ME? TELL ME IN MY INBOX... CUZ ITS A SECRET... THEN REPOST THIS IN YOUR BULLETIN... YOU MIGHT BE SUPRISED WITH THE RESPONSES YOU GET. THEY COULD MAKE YOU LAUGH OR EVEN SMILE .. LOL. IF YOU DONT REPOST THIS YOU ARE A COWARD. REPOST IT SAYING... IF U HAD ME ALONE 1. In your bedroom, your optimum foot fashion is: A. Playful, fluffy slippers—perhaps with a stuffed animal head at the toe. B. Snuggly socks—or whatever socks I pull out of the drawer. C. Fitted, attractive slipper-socks, perhaps with faux-fur lining. D. My bare feet—with my toes between someone’s lips. E. A fresh pedi in a sultry color and toe rings. 2. Toys in your boudoir would most likely include: A. A video camera B. I don’t have toys in my bedroom. C. Stuffed animals. D. Flavored body powder or lotion. E. An iPo
If Jesus Was A Drive-thru Cashier . . .
I have to confess, my youngest daughter wrote this. She works in a fast-food restaurant and has an odd sense of humor. She makes me laugh hysterically. This might be blaspheming, but I'm prolly gonna end up in Hell anyway... ah the things i think about... Jesus: Hello, welcome to Eternal Damnation, may I take your order today? Customer: Ya hold on a second would ya? Jesus: Go ahead and order whenever you're ready. (two minutes tick by) Customer: Do you have any specials? Jesus: Today we have the Devil in Georgia meal on sale, which includes a picture of the Charlie Daniels Band. Customer: Uhhhhh.... (silence) Customer: I'll take two of those. But can I have one with Angel Food Cake? Jesus: That will be an extra 29 cents. Is that ok? Customer: Shit... Yeah... I guess. And I want one of those thingies... with chicken? Jesus: Are you referring to the Acts of Job side order? Customer: No... the other thing. With cheese and stuff like that.
I Need A Fu_godess Or God
Well...since long hair on woman is back... (in fashion)...I was just wondering, anybody out there want to create a contest for: Which Fu_lady has the longest...? Since I am a mere 15 rank, I thought it best to ask for help...from a fu_power_broker! Or you can read this and make a comment about your long locks, be them golden, red or what-have you and we will then check out your delightful head of hair... that's it...greggace
Happy Holidays
In lieu of something happy to write about, and as I am tired of venting. I will write about what always makes me happy. My sons are fricken awesome, and I love them so very much. No matter how low I get, just the thought of being able to be in their lives brings a smile to my lips and lightness to my thoughts. It never ceases to amaze me how two completely amazing boys have found their way into my world. That being said, I will return y'all back to your regularly scheduled lives, with my thanks for allowing me to intrude with some happy thoughts for once. Funny Pics at To cover all the bases, Happy Funking Everything. I hope y'all recieved at least one thing that you needed and or wanted this holiday season. Specially if it isn't materialistic in nature. May you bask in the warmth that knowing that you are loved brings. Take to heart, that somewhere out there, someone is thinking of you fondly. Be safe in all that you do, and enjoy yourselves. The Top Ten Reasons Wh
Band : The chemical romance Song & Lyrics : The chemical romance They’re gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you,son So they can watch all the things you do Because the drugs never work They’re gonna give you a smirk ‘Cause they got methods of keeping you clean They’re gonna rip off your heads Your aspirations to shreds Another cog in the murder machine They said all teenagers scare The living shit out of me They coul care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me The boys and girls in a clique The awful names that they stick You’re never gonna fit in much, kid But if you’re troubled and hurt What you got under your shirt Will make them pay for the things that they did They said all teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll ble
Do I Need Therapy????
There's a 50% Chance That You Need Therapy If you think you need therapy, you probably do. But there's a good chance you don't. Like everyone else, you have your fair share of problems. And unlike most people, you're fairly good at solving them yourself. Do You Need Therapy?
You Are a White Rose You represent youthfulness and purity. Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time What Color Rose Are You?
Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ESFP) Your personality type is playful, charming, open minded, and energetic. Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 5% of all men You are Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving. How Rare Is Your Personality?
Just A Tiff!!!!!! So many have asked for more pics well here are a bunch more i also have myspace lol last name to add me is vanlomwel there are also a lod of pictures ppl lol dont over do it ok he he he he he he
Some Peopl Are Rude
I know that this is suppossed to be a fun place but damn when u get a message like this one makes u wonder why some people are on here. I received this in my fumail. LOOK I DO NOT LIKE YOU SO FUCK OFF OR GO FUCK YOURSELF , EITHER WAY STAY THE FUCK UP OFF MY PAGE . I have rejected your friend request how many times now? GET THE POINT! Now I am a nice guy and hey if someone says i am not interested in freind request then send a message.
Once in a lifetime, a person comes into your little place in the world that makes such a lasting impression. Sometimes they stay , and sometimes they go. But other times they are snatched away from you at such an untimely moment that it takes your breath away and turns your world upside down. The pain is so great that you wonder if you can inhale again. The ache dulls after some time. The memories inside tend to fade and strenghten. There are pictures and there's the written word. Photos of his children...seeing him going into the defense pose in full hockey gear..walking up the stairs of the Herc and smiling back over his shoulder at me...his green eyes twinkling at me as he posed for the past picture with his long hair. I can still look at those and bring them up in my mind without much effort. The songs that we shared hour after hour still remain on an mp3 player. Great Big Sea...Natalie MacMaster...Ocean Girl. The beginning strains of If Ever You Were Mine still di
Debbie and i were in a car accident Tuesday afternoon. we got rear ended at a stop sign. i pulled every muscle from the base of my skull down and had a mild concussion, and Debbie and a concussion and an acute cervical sprain and messed up her shoulder but it has been so swollen that they couldn't tell what was wrong till the swelling went down. Oh yes we have a lawyer! we go in tuesday to meet with her (she's a former senator!) what a way to Fuck up a weekend!
" Wish Everyone Awsome Weekend "
Wtc Win Prizes
Joke®s Wild™ - The Blogz You Love To Hate - Married to DJ Lacey Wild@ fubar Hey guys we need to help my friend out we need to git him to godfather who ever helps out the most willl win a prize so go rate all his pics and stash and when done there here is a link to a picture to bomb so come on lets get him godfather he would help you Thank you Founders and co-founders and tribal council
MALACHITE BUTTERFLY The malachite butterfly, Siproeta stelenes is a beautiful butterfly from southern North America and northern South America. It's wings are bright green with thick brown margins after emerging from the chrysalis; the color fades within a few days. The undersides of the wings are orange-brown with green spots. The adult has a wingspan of 3 1/4 - 4 inches (8.3 - 10.1 cm). Adults sip rotting fruit and some nectar (especially lantana). The caterpillar is black with black spines and reddish markings; two long horns are one the head. The larval host plants is ruellia (Ruellia coccinea) and the green shrimp plant (Blechum brownei). Classification: Superfamily Papilionoidea, Family Nymphalidae, Genus Siproeta, Species S. stelenes. If anyone can give more information, and, especially show me where a good photo of one is, it will be greatly appreciated!! Thank you!! Blessed Be Sister and Brother spiritualists!!
Golden Rule For Guys
When she walks away from you mad [ Follow her ] When she stares at your mouth [ Kiss her ] When she pushes you or hit's you [ Grab her and don't let go ] When she starts cursing at you [ Kiss her and tell her you love her ] When she's quiet [ Ask her whats wrong ] When she ignore's you [ Give her your attention ] When she pull's away [ Pull her back ] When you see her at her worst [ Tell her she's beautiful ] When you see her start crying [Just hold her and dont say a word ] When you see her walking [ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ] When she's scared [ Protect her ] When she lay's her head on your shoulder [ Tilt her head up and kiss her ] When she steal's your favorite hat [ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night] When she tease's you [ Tease her back and make her laugh ] When she doesnt answer for a long time [ reassure her tha
Killing Loneliness..
Killing Loneliness lyrics Memories, sharp as daggers Pierce into the flesh of today Suicide of love took away all that matters And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart With the venomous kiss you gave me I'm killing loneliness (Killing loneliness) With the warmth of your arms you saved me, Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you I'm killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb I'm killing loneliness Nailed to the cross, together As solitude begs us to stay Disappear in the lie forever And denounce the power of death over our souls and secret words are said to start a war With the venomous kiss you gave me I'm killing loneliness (Killing loneliness) With the warmth of your arms you saved me, Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you I'm killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb I'm killing loneliness Killing loneliness With the venomous kiss you gave me I'm killing loneliness (Killing loneliness) With the warmth of your arms you
Wings Of A Butterfly
Wings Of A Butterfly lyrics Heaven ablaze in our eyes We're standing still in time The blood on our hands is the wine We offer as sacrifice [Chorus] Come on, and show them your love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul, my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul This endless mercy mile We're crawling side by side With hell freezing over in our eyes Gods kneel before our crime [Chorus] Come on lets show, them your love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul, my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) Don’t let go (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) For your soul [Chorus] Come on, and show them your love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul, my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly For your soul (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) Don’t let go (Rip out the wings of a butterfly) [x2] For your soul
Santini Live On Stage
A Touch Of Southerncomfort
THANX MUCH ALL FOR HELPING ME LEVEL UP.....its appreciated........ill do the same for you guys Would you please help my friend level? She will return the love. Just click the live link below ~Thanks for the help! Hey all my friends and family, Hope you all have a wonderful friday....I wont be here gonna go sing a tune or two and hang out with my buds here..........If ya party be safe....If ya stay home be good or good at it hehehe love ya all.
Best 80's Lounge In Town
come on into the best 80's lounge and hear the best of the 80's music and have a good time bring your friends the more people the more fun
just for fun read this EVEN IF YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND- REPOST THIS! SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE SEND THIS BACK TO YOU IN YOUR INBOX! Ladies Title it "BOYFRIEND Application" Guys Title it "GIRLFRIEND Application" 1. Your Name: 2. Age: 3. Favorite Color: 4.Your Sign: 5.Phone Number: 6. Location: 7. Height: 8.Hair (color): 9.Piercings/tattoo: HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ... 1. Are we friends? 2. Do you have a crush on me? 3. Would you kiss me? 4. Would you enjoy it? 5. Would you ever ask me out? 6. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater? 7. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? 8. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before? 9.Would you walk on the beach with me? 10. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me? 11. Do you/have you talked about me? 12. Do you think I'm a good person? 13. Would u take a nap with me? 14.Do you think I'm cute? 15. If you could change anything about me -would you? 16.Would you dance with me :]
A Poem I Wrote
I've been in darkness for so long just waiting for the light, And now that you have come my way, my days don't seem like nights. I'm glad I'm finally overcome my fear of the other side, Thank you for showing me the way, by taking me on this ride. I've never really felt this way about a guy before, You've truly touched me deep inside, you've opened, unlocked, the door. I know it's nothing serious, but surely it's a start, You've treated me so equally, I feel it in my heart. And even if this does not work, I'm glad I've had this chance, To see how great you truly are, even just for a glance. We never know what'll come of this, it really just depends, I'm glad we're taking the first step, we're becoming better friends. With you I never have to guess just how you really feel, You talk to me about the facts and tell me what's the deal. With you I feel so comfortable, like nothing can go wrong, I get this tingly feeling inside, you sing to me like a song. The
Check This Out
Those Born 1930-1979 TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, whit
I want in life pretty much what anyone would want. I want to live a long and happy life. I want my girls to grow up and live life to the fullest. My life has been rocky at times but I have survived. I work a full time job and going to school to further my education in Nursing. I raise my 2 daughters on my own. Now for what I want...ONE DAY WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT.........I would like to meet someone who is mature, sensible, loving, caring, honest, trustworthy, drug free, loves kids, funny, and knows how to treat a woman. I don't expect him to be perfect because no one is perfect. I just would like to find someone who is willing to share a life with me and my girls and be there for us. Treat my girls as if they were their own and I would do the same in return. A man who knows what he wants in life and not afraid to go after it. I want to find my best friend as well as my lover, companion, my soul mate. A man who will be there when the tough gets going and will not give up. Who is
Update On Things
Ok anyone who knows me will know i have had some problems with my car thanks to the damn cops it got defected for two bald rear tyres and put through a full roadworthy. upon which many after market changes were found (um my bad) lol 1st its to low well thats fixed 100mm is the lowest allowed about 3 inches well mine had in inch clearance body to ground lol 2nd some body work thats done to 3rd i have a large sound system some holes were cut in the inner body to fit them and well lets just say they don't like that kind of thing around here so its booked in for tomorrow to have panels cut and welded to replace the ones removed most of my car is now a shell until the work is completed. new set of tyres all round and looks like a new rim also. well they got me for about 10 offenses so im pissed big time. anyway i thought this would be a good time to overhaul some of my sound system refit some things and attach some of my amps to one of my sub woofer boxes ect change is a good t
Widely Recognised, Universally Ignored
Ok, i promised I wouldnt do this! So I wont... ....happy new year! Well, the turkey has been eaten and binned, the spirit bottles and beer cans have been thrown out and the tree has been taken down. So here we are, a few days into a brand new year. Quiet isnt it? Does anyone get excited about a new year? Or is it just another day? For me, its a chance to start a clean slate,give up and start stuff and basically repeat last years failings. My new years resolutions are to stop smoking and get fit, lose the belly and control my temper. Easier said than done I think...but one step at a time, i'll try my best and see what happens. As you can see, this is a new blog for a new year. I'll be trying to keep it upbeat and interesting, unlike last years! I'd like more comments and thoughts on my writing, as I'm contemplating writing a book about it, but only if theres enough interest. If not, ill write it anyway! So heres to a better year than last, and all it brings.
On The Move Again
Hello to all fubarians. Hope everyone is doing great. Me and Just Shizzle will be moving today back to Florida and won't be able to get on for a while. I hope you all have lots of fun while we're gone and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Keep us in you're prayers and we will miss all of you. Hope you all have a great one. God bless you all. Trista Just Shizzle's Fu-wife Me and shizzle are moving to Oklahoma where I might be able to get a job. Keep us in your prayers that we have a safe trip up there and that we have enough money too. I'll post another blog when we get there and get settled in. We love you all. ♥
Rick's Rants
We have an election comming up. There are many items that are being discussed. such as taxes, the war, health care, social security, our economy and many others. But there is one thing that isn't talked about. Never brought up, and maybe it should be. Now you might want to ask your canidates what they think about this, along with your local representives. See what they say. I plan on asking these questions of a few canidates. I will post thier replies when I get them, as I will also post those that just plain ignore me. I plan on putting this in my blogs and e-mailing it out to everyone on my list. Hopifully several of you will do the same and this might become a viral e-mail that gets someone's attention, and maybe the problem will be addressed. Now I might come off as heartless and uncaring. But any of you that really know me will not that is not the case. I just belive that before you clean up your neighbors back yard you need to get all the trash out of your own fro
How Could You
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis 2001 When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I w
Staz & Lysa
Hi everybody, As some of you know, I'm very rarely to be seen online on my page these days. But I'm not gone, I'm just utilising a new page that Poo & I have started.. so f you want to find me, click this pic, come by (chances are one or both of us will be there) & feel free to add us.. I miss you guys.. but sharing a site with Lysa (Poo) just makes more sense foe both of us these days. Cheers, Staz
I'm Not Racist
You May Call Me a Racist But... You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and you think it's OK. But when I call you Kike, Towelhead, WOP, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Gook, nigger or Chink you call me a racist. You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live? You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin Luther King Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez Day. You have Yom Hashoah You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi You have the NAACP. You have BET. If we had WET(white entertainment television) ...we'd be racists. If we had a White Pride Day... you would call us racists. If we had white history month... we'd be racists. If we had an organization for only whites to "advance" our lives... we'd be racists. If we had a college fund that only gave white students know we'd be racists. In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your
Dear Alcohol
Dear Alcohol: > >First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My >friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect >post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the >holiday's hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in >the midst of endless family gatherings. > >However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. > >While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I >feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences: > >1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is >important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of >substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me >call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do >not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the >night? > >2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest >that I eat a taco with chili sauce, al
My Opinion On Love
I represent kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates! You cannot love everyone, it is ridiculous to think you can. If you love everyone and everything you lose your natural powers of selection and wind up being a pretty poor judge of character and quality. If anything is used too freely it loses its true meaning. Therefore, I believe you should love strongly and completely those who deserve your love, but never turn the other cheek to your enemy.
Time To Say Goodbye
My mother just passed away, I just wanted to let y'all know, and I am the only child, and only family memeber. The family I do have is out of state and they gave up on her along time ago, since she was a drug addict. I just feel all alone in this big ole world. Well thanks for listening.
Master ... May I!?!?
Seriously, the BEST lyrics EVER! Check this shit... "Control" by Puddle of Mudd I love the way you look at me I feel the pain you place inside Lock me up inside ya dirty cage While Im alone inside my mind I like to teach you all the rules Id get to see them set in stone I like it when you chain me to the bed There ya secrets never shone I need to feel you You need to feel me I cant control you Youre not the one for me, no I cant control you You cant control me I need to feel you So whys it involve I love the way you rape my skin I feel the hate you place inside I need to get your voice out of my head Cause Im the guy youll never find Im faking all of the rules Theres no expressions on your face Im hoping some day you will let me go Release me from my dirty cage I need to feel you You need to feel me I cant control you Youre not the one for me, no I cant control you You cant control me I need to feel you So whys it and me
My Rant
ok since i dont do mums thisis the only way for me to rant about shit so anyway after 20 some odd years the most wonderful man comes into my life and i am so greatful for him my rant starts everything is so good EXCEPT for my ex yes i said es because thats just what he is but now all of a sudden his g/f packs up and leaves and he thinks i am suppose to just let him run back here like i dont have a life of my own and for some reason NO is just a word he dont seem to understand so he calls 100 times a day and if i dont answer my cell he starts calling my home i just want to break my cell phone into a million little pieces and rip my home phone out of the wall wtf is he thinking that if he just keeps on he will wear me down grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr i am so pissed and my day always starts so nice but then comes along some fucker who has to piss in my oats ...ok again guys i am sorry just needed to vent
The New Pledge
WRITTEN BY A 15 yr. old SCHOOL KID IN ARIZONA: New Pledge of Allegiance (TOTALLY AWESOME) ! Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore Because the word "God" is mentioned.... A kid in Arizona wrote the attached NEW School prayer : - Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights . And anytime my head I bow Becomes a Federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange or green, That's no offense; it's a
I would like to ask each one of you to remember a friend of mine here On FUBAR. Mrs.Babycakes (Pauline Sue) She has a tumor on her pituitary gland . Mrs.Babycakes is currently taking medication to help shrink the tumor. So it can be removed with surgery. If you can find the time please drop by and give here some encouragement. Here is the link to her blog telling about here problem.
A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. 'Don't forget your Sisters,' she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. 'They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.' 'Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. 'You'll need other women. Women always do.' What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't
Good News
My neice had her baby yesterday.. Olivia Marie Rose.. and she is precious.. hope to have pics soon for my friends.. :D
Music Videos
Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can’t you understand Oh my little girl All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Vows are spoken To be broken Feelings are intense Words are trivial Pleasures remain So does the pain Words are meaningless And forgettable All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Enjoy the silence PRISON GATEZ WONT OPEN UP 4 ME ON THEES HANZ AN KNEEZ IM CRAWLIN OH, I REACH 4 U WELL IM TERRIFID OV THEES 4 WALLS THEES IRON BARS CANT HOLD MAH SOUL IN ALL NEEDZ IZ U COME PLZ IM CALLIN AN OH I SCREAM 4 U HURREH IM FALLIN, IM FALLIN CHORUS: SHOW ME WUT IZ LIEK 2 BE TEH LAST WAN STANDIN AN TEACH ME WRONG FRUM RITE AN ILL SHOW U WUT I CAN BE SAY IT 4 ME SAY IT 2 ME AN ILL LEEF DIS LIFE BEHIND ME SAY IT IF IZ WORTH SA
Jimmy Page Injured!
Jimmy Page suffers injury 01.Nov.07 8:12pm Led Zeppelin have announced that they will postpone their reunion show due to an injury to guitarist Jimmy Page's finger. The show, which was originally scheduled for November 26 at London's 02 Arena, has been rescheduled for December 10. Page's injury occurred last weekend, and will prevent him from playing guitar for three weeks. "I have examined the fracture to Mr. Page's finger, and it is my opinion that with proper rest and treatment, he will be ready to resume rehearsing in three weeks' time, and thus able to perform on December 10," Page's medical specialist said in a statement. Page added, "I am disappointed that we are forced to postpone the concert by two weeks. However, Led Zeppelin have always set very high standards for ourselves, and we feel that this postponement will enable my injury to properly heal, and permit us to perform at the level that both the band and our fans have always been accustomed to." All tick
Just Rambling
Ok well it isnt broken but they all keep telling me i would be better off if it was. I did tear all 3 ligaments that hold the outside of the ankle in position and possibly the tendon as well.......I cant do anything but wait though for all the swelling to leave. As it is my leg, calf, and foot (the injured one) cramps when i stand up.........go figure. Thanks to my friends who care. xoxo Adele Matchbox 20 Lyrics Now this one is not mine, and im sure almost all of you have seen it here or there. but it was given to me by a really amazing friend, whom i had not talked to in some time. I needed to be reminded of this. I have been struggling with alot of things in life, and its seems i forget the things that do matter. My daughters, My family, and the words here couldnt be more true. Thanks for the reminder Mark!!! When you are feeling alone like no one cares, read this cuz its absolutely true: Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least fiftee
Family News
Well mom came back from the doctors today and she recieved her cardio clearance for her surgery. They put urgent need for surgery and listed her stage as stage iv breast cancer. I did some research and although the doctors say they caught it early and she will be fine, it is very hard to focus. My mother say she is not worried but I have been crying all morning. I know that my mother will be sick for a while and that she will probably have to have radiation and chemo but hopefully what I read is not all true and she may be the exception to the rule. I am handling it a lot better then my brother though, he refuses to deal with it at all. He says he can't. Well what happens if something happens, he will have to deal with it then huh? I do not know what he expects, it will not just go away if he ignores it. Nothing ever just goes away if you ignore it. If you pray, please keep her in your prayers. Below is some info links on cancer and the stages.
Need Ur Help!!!!
Steph is going for her 1st VIP, its for 3 months and she only needs 25,000 comments! Come by and help! She still needs all the comments that she can get. So come by and help out! Remember even 1 Comment helps. All of the Love will be returned when she gets her VIP. Thank you for your time. Please Repost this Bulletin. BROUGHT TO YOU BY: RavinJuggalo ~Juggalo Mafia~@ fubar Get your own playlist at! Ok and all.....on the next happy hour...we NEED to get this ninja leveled up. He is so close now, so to all the homies that Horny has helped, pimped in his train, or anyone new reading this.....drop in, ADD/FAN/RATE!!!! HORNY???JUGGALO!TWIZTIDMONKEYS(hubby)JUGGALO MAFIA!!!!!(DON-MeGa)@ fubar
After Hours... I Love You Guys!!
This pimp out is for my After Hours friends... what can i say about them... except they are the best!! If you have them in your friend's list then you are lucky to know them. When i first joined the After Hours lounge i was kinda shy... didn't know anyone but they made me feel right at home and i thank them for it! Since ive been hanging out with them i feel like ive become a new person, a person ive wanted to be, loved, respected, and seen for who i am instead of what everyone wanted me to be :) For this... i THANK YOU guys, and i appreciate our friendship more than you'll ever know! ~Dj Mystik~ *Fubar's After Hours Lounge DJ*@ fubar ۞Neabear۞JEEZY'S R/L GIRL۞AFTERHOURS MGR۞AsH'S Lover@ fubar RJeezy aka DJ AckRite۞NeaNeasEverything۞Fubars After Hours Owner@ fubar Ben DoveЯ®™ ~Fubar Expert~@ fubar Will ~~Wicked Storm Crew~~~~~@ fubar -->♥AsH.WeeE..♠AFTER HOURS ASST MGR♠..♥Nea's Lover♥@
Okay I don't really do contest I think I have done one maybe two on here since I have joined. So Im asking if you all would help me out and bomb comment my pic. 1. Please add and fan the person throwing it or my comments don't matter. 2. Below is the link just click on it 3. Im begging for your help and will give out VIP gifts for anyone who helps me out. 4. Repost if ya want Love you all much and if I can help anyone out with a contest or leveling up let me know I will do as much as I can. Jen (Dreams Do Come True)
A Little Bit Aboot Moi
Just When You Think You Have It Bad, It Gets Worse... 11/6/2007 | Shown: 15 times Just When You Think You Have It Bad, It Gets Worse... Bad: You can't find your vibrator. Worse: Your daughter "borrowed" it. Bad: You find a porn movie in your son's room. Worse: You're in it. Bad: Your husband's a crossdresser. Worse: He looks better than you. Bad: Your son's involved in Satanism. Worse: As a sacrifice. Bad: Your wife wants a divorce. Worse: She's a lawyer. Bad: Your wife's leaving you. Worse: For another woman. Bad: Your wife's leaving you. Worse: To enter a convent. Bad: Your wife's arrested for soliciting. Worse: She implicates you. Good: Hot outdoor sex. Bad: You're arrested. Worse: By your husband. Good: The postman's early. Bad: He's wearing camas and has an AK-47. Good: The secretary said "yes." Bad: Your wife says "no." Good: The teacher likes your son. Bad: Sexually. Worse: He's gay. Good: You came home for a quickie.
My Writings
I have made a couple of calendar pages for a couple of people. I like doing them. If you like one let me know. I am thinking and wondering about doing a whole calendar. Would Fubar let me do a calendar "The Women of Fubar"? The couple I have made are in the photo folder "Calendars I have made". Together we set. I love you, you love me. Together we set, me and your shadow. by me. I am working on a new book. Working tittle is "Serial". It is about two serial killers that and their next victim have something in common. What happens when two psychotic serial killers find for their next victims, each other?
Thank You
Ahhh 95% unpacked!!!! 3 boxes to go. what a nytemare this move almost was I was relying on a "friend" as a roommate needless to say that e wasn't going to work out so put an end to it before she moved in. but we were going to use her furniture so i left mine behind.....we my david took care of evertything. and bought me real nice furniture packages from rooms to go, he let me pick out a living room and dining room package. so I'm like super happy! So atleast got my apartment set up the way I wanted. but now have an extra bedroom/ bath I'll never use. Debating if I even want to take a chance on a roommate, especially after what I thought was a friend put me through. hmmmmmmm I keep gwetting asked by a lot what MFI IS so let me try and explain it a lil.. MFI= my free implants i's been around over 3 years now. its a pretty cool site can make some cool friends its women wantin bigger , better boobs and men who like it that way and wanna help out.....not expected alot anythi
Thank You
Death Deserved
What have you wrought? A smothering indistinctness of misery as Emotions scream. Once we tasted bliss, Untainted and childlike, But your desire vanished. A vengeful morass of agony - Drops of blood follow death, follow bitterness, Love bled dry. In a haze of hatred, I condemn you. -By Me
Hai.i Likey You All Ova My Face!
Wanna own me? It's easy, just hop on over to this link and start placing your bids! Opens up Noon est time, and stays open for a week! 50K min Bid. I can't wait to see who gets to have me! ;) - "andi, turn it to QVC" - "why? I don't buy crap off there" -"I do, everything in this kitchen is from QVC" -"Gosh, You're a QVC Whore!" -"No, I'm a slut!" So I wrote about this on another blog. And I had a conversation last night with a friend about this topic. When does loneliness become desperation? When do we throw out our self worth, to just spend one night in the arms of someone. Not just 'someone' anyone. A stranger we meet. Is it worth the trouble, and ache to wake up the next day with this 'stranger'? Would you admit that you have hit bottom, and are desperate for any type of connection with the opposite sex? ------- My friend went home with some guy sh
My Love
Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms hot as The rose in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your sweet voice and leaps like A bunny at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great dove wing. I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into The twilight of moonbeams and hold next to my Lips. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears Of past pain. As my dress falls from my body, it reminds me of Your touch. In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of The day. My heated heart leaps to my soul. I wait in the Moonlight for your secret desire so that we may Become as one, heart to heart, in search of the Magnificient passion and mystical extacy of love. -By Me
I want to brush her hair I want to rub her feet I want her to feel the way she felt the first time we kissed in her truck I want to hold her the way we held each other the first night we spen together I want to see her funny little grin when i'm being silly I want to see the love in her eyes when she first looked at our baby I want to be her hero, her knight I want to give her everything she could ever want, need, or desire All i'll ever want or need is her love Indulge @ Sorry I havent been around much. Ive been working in Wisconsin for the last month and havent had time to get online for long. Just wanted all of you to know why I havent been sending comments or responding to comments or mail. home on monday! Dave
True Friendship - None Of That Sissy Crap
True Friendship None of that Sissy Crap Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, But never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- Just the stone cold trut! h of our great friendship. 1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against The hateful bastard who made you sad. 2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you. 3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid. 4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get. 5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining. 6. When you are confused -- I will use little words. 7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well
I would like to anounce my engagement to Dragon's Rose. With our Master's ok Dargon's Rose and I are to be fu married. We have not set a date yet but will let you all know when we do. I hope you are as happy for us are we are happy. I love you Dragon's Rose I cant wait to be married!!
im in a contest for 3 month vip or 30 day blast first person to 35,000 comments wins all help is gretaly appreciated anyone who helps will get there stash rated by me, and if i win will get 11's when i get the vip thanks James
I am only in my room tonight, my roommates having gone home for the weekend. So, upon the second roommates leaving, she essentially left me a list of work to do. This is everything, including a job she was suppose to do. I have to clean all the dishes that have accumulated throughout the whole week because no one can clean immediately after themselves. I know I am guilty of this myself, but to lay everything on me is wrong in my personal opinion. On top of this, she was suppose to clean the bathroom, but, upon my return to the room, she told me she was unable to clean the bathroom cause she had to hurry on home to see her grandmother. While I respect this, she was done with class for a while and had time to clean the bathroom. In turn, she also decides to complain about my room and saying that I need to pick up my clothes, which were only around my desk. I understand that I need to respect the space, but they were not bothering her at all. Yea, she said she stepped on th
Just A Poem
Brilliant light shown on his face As he walked through the dark murkiness That was once his world. Guided by a desire to reach the angel, And hold her in his arms, And not for a moment, For an angel is most precious When she doesn't know she's a blessing from Heaven. He knew once he seen her, That the halo and wings were missing, But an angel nonetheless is she. He longs to hold her, And have her feel his trembling hands Slowly and softly touching her skin. He longs to kiss her lips And look deep into the soulful eyes That let him see deep within her. She seems so far away, But his heart has bridged all time and space, He would travel to the ends of the world- Fight the flames of hell- For they are not hotter than the flame she ignited in his very soul. Should he tell her? He thinks that she would only run further, Only time will tell. Each passing day, he longs to hear her voice, And desires to have her by his side. Shall he follow? He leans against the har
Vip Contest..
“Shhhhh do you hear it?” she asked. “What am I listening to? “ he replied. “The sound of my heart, it mimics yours the longer we sit like this.” she said softly in his ear. For a moment neither one can tell where one heart beats alone, with even their breath in sync. I am amazed at the perfect rhythm finding myself almost spellbound. “I should get going,” she said suddenly. “I love our time together but your wife will be home soon and I have some penance to serve I am sure of it. It will be worth it though. To have had this moment with you reminds me of a time before…” her voice trailed off. He pulls her to him for one more embrace before replying “Your right of course, I should not be selfish either. I know you have tasks that will require your attention if you wish to be out of punishment’s way” he smiled wickedly at her as he said it enjoying the idea the she would be punished for the time she made for him. She stands and dresses giving him one more show. He enjoys it so she tak
Contest Has Begun
Deleting Fubar!
i wont be here much longer so if you really want to get to know me do it now lol im getting rid of this site soon. laters...janis
Domestic Violence
i have experience in this field do not see what a man gets in felling stronger hitting on a woman. i am done with this and have moved on without these men and am in a healthier life without them don't get me wrong i love a man that shares my same views
Its messed up when you have someone on your mind and u can’t get them off of it... Its messed up when u have someone in your heart and u can’t get them out... I hate the way life is sometimes...She left me so quickly, yet it is hard to move on with my life... It wasn’t mutual.... I still feel destroyed inside without being able to share my life with the woman I love.... She is in my every waking moment and it hurts... I feel like a fucking loser and a fucking retard with my mind and heart still caught in the past... I lost her cause of the mistakes I have made and my ways I just couldn’t change... It hurts the pain is unbearable in my heart and yet I wake up every fucking morning... My life is simple now and so boring with no one to share it with... She is the only one that I wanted to share my life and my love with... When you have had the best woman in your life in every single way possible... u know no one can ever get close to that...She was my soul mate and I miss her badly... She
Raiders Royal Stealth Bombers
Attention Kingdom of Wolves.There has been some Controversy,pertaining to my New Platoon.Raiders Royal Stealth Bombers.This is a Platoon that Operates within The K.O.W..It also has K.O.W. Bombers as some of it's Members. It is not Govern'd by The K.O.W.~S.O.W.or Howling Wolves.An because of this Factor,my Fubar Wife will no longer make Morphs for This Platoon.Don't Fret I have a Morpher in Place,that we will try out. I'm Also the Co-Founder of this Venture.Hopefully it Doesn't have as much Stress Factor.As The Daily Operations of The K.O.W. has had.I will Continue to Assist when needed The Operations of the Kingdom of Wolves.As we Continue to Curb the Drama if Possible.Fubar it's self is Drama Filled as we are all Exsperiments in there eyes.Fubar is a Socialization Online Community (exsperiment)+ if the Discrimination Continues by Fubar,I will leave this F in Site that I once Loved . Lord Wolf~Founder Kingdom of Wolves~Co-Founder Raiders Royal Stealth Bombers Co-Fo
Fair Tax Act
"What is the FairTax plan? The FairTax plan is a comprehensive proposal that replaces all federal income and payroll based taxes with an integrated approach including a progressive national retail sales tax, a prebate to ensure no American pays federal taxes on spending up to the poverty level, dollar-for-dollar federal revenue neutrality, and, through companion legislation, the repeal of the 16th Amendment. The FairTax Act (HR 25, S 1025) is nonpartisan legislation. It abolishes all federal personal and corporate income taxes, gift, estate, capital gains, alternative minimum, Social Security, Medicare, and self-employment taxes and replaces them with one simple, visible, federal retail sales tax administered primarily by existing state sales tax authorities. The FairTax taxes us only on what we choose to spend on new goods or services, not on what we earn. The FairTax is a fair, efficient, transparent, and intelligent solution to the frustration and inequity of our current ta
Ski Season Basically Breckenridge is following up on its Master Plan. They have been good enviromental citizens in their building of a gondola from town as an attempt to reduce the traffic up the mountain every day, especially the diesel busses. The idea of spreading out the ski traffic to a 5th peak would make the skiing there much better on busy weekends like this past one, were 45 minute lift lines in certain areas were common. And the article fails to mention that as smaller ski areas go out of business (Berthoud Pass comes to mind), more area is returned to the back country. Hopefully this won't bring out the eco-terrorists as the Vail expansion did, but you never know. FYI, this article was in the Rocky Mountain News the other morning. Sounds like its the Pacific Northwest that is getting the early snow this year.,00.html Headed up tomorrow anyway. Thank god for manmade snow. Brecken
Pimp Outs
Mistakes We Make
Well im new to this site and am already finding out about things not to do.Apparently someone that was on my finds list is now calling me a downrater which i had no idea as to what that was but because of her asking people to rate some photos she put up in her comment i was just giving an honest opinion of the photos i was viewing but guess i didnt understand that i was suppose to rate them all at a 10 and for that she has blocked me. All i can say to her is i misunderstood and for that im sorry.Im a very easy person to get along with and being new to this site i guess i didnt understand the site protocal.My bad
Any Suggestion?
My skin misses your skin, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, earlobs, nipples, stomach, navel. My thighs, behind my knees, all the way back up to my clitoris...misses the softness of your tongue. The softes part of know that part that's wet & thigh. It's missing you, that strong, full, firm, part of you. The part that you share with me, rub against me, gently push inside of me...only to pull out, then thrust back in. I love to rub my hands down your back while you are on top of me doing that. Then my hands slide across your ass & I can feel you moving, grinding me, all the while inside of me, filling me up with all of you. I can't remember when my orgasm began or end. What I do know is...that I'm full of moisture, lust, & you. I'm about to have another one. You make me want to go back to virginity, so you can be my first & I can be your play ground.
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being EOD, people on here keep asking me how to make a bomb here you go kids :) Ingredients: 2 Slices of bread: Texas toast is best since it has maximum surface area with minimum nutritional value. 8-12 pieces of bacon: The fattier the better. Mayonnaise: See above. Butter: Not margarine. Not "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter", even if you really can't. Only the real deal will do here. 2 Slices American cheese: Kraft is nice and creamy. But even cheap generic brand "cheese" will work. 2 Eggs, Large: Chicken eggs are standard, but hey, use what you want. Instructions: 1.Put the bacon in a pan and start cooking it (I find medium heat works best). If you want to add some oil, hey, it's your funeral. 2.Place the two slices of bread in a toaster. Turn it on (the toaster, not the bread). 3.In a pan, add a tablespoon of butter and scramble up the eggs. 4.By now the bread should have completed the magical transformation into toast. Take it out of the toaster.
Hey Everyone
lastnight i was chillin in the hotel and asked this kid and his girl to go to the store and gave them money and when they were there they decided to steal shit and run back to the hotel room and the cops busted me for possesion of marijuana and possesion of drug paraphanelia so i runined my night goddamn people........ im still trying to get everything about this site figured out so bare with me
Kens Korner
Was as nice and sunny blue sky today Saturday.. We are supposed to have a big snow storm this evening.. coming in from colorado and across the Great Lakes into Ontario.. I am heading hopefully to Toronto tomorrow, 50 miles south, to visit friends but will now have to see how the weather is...Canadian Environment says this may turn out to be the coldest winter coming n in many years... yeahhhhhhhh !! I love Global warming.. lolol She is up on her cradle for the winter storage. Another sailing season finished. Now I should get back to my music, keyboards, and recording. Always something to do. Retirement is great!! ... check out my little website.
My Life
well i guess i should clarify why it is so great this guy is stayin in prison. some of my friends that dont know what is going on are reading my blogs which is great just need to let you all know what is going on. on feb 29 of 2004 my 20 month old son was killed by a guy that was watching him. in september of 2006 he was sentenced to 30 years in prison and immediately filed an appeal. so yes the notice the appeal got denied is great news. he killed my son and he needs to suffer for the rest of his life. ihope this lets ppl know more of what is going on. so for those of you that know me well. jim had an appeal open and we have been waiting to hear for awhile the decision. well we got the decision today, his appeal got denied. so til he appeals to the next highest court he is still in there for 29 more years. today couldnt get any better knowing he is stayin in prison. thanks for all your thoughts and prayers they have obviously helped. luv ya all.
Taken from Drummer Witold "Vitek" Kieltyka of the Polish extreme metal band DECAPITATED passed away in a Russian hospital from injuries sustained in a recent road collision. He was 23 years old. Vitek and DECAPITATED singer Covan (real name: Adrian Kowanek) were hurt in an accident earlier in the week involving DECAPITATED's tour bus and a truck carrying wood in Gomel, on the Russia/Belarus border. Both musicians reportedly sustained serious head injuries in the collision, which is believed to have been the fault of the band's driver (although this has not yet been officially confirmed). According to the Polish Internet portal, Vitek underwent trepanation, a form of surgery in which a hole is drilled or scraped into the skull, and was due to be transported to a hospital in Krakow, Poland for further treatment. Covan's family released a statement yesterday (Thursday, November 1) that the vocalist's condition had improved. At the time, the vocalist w
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So, I haven't posted here in at least a year.  Been distracted with everything else out there (*coughFacebookcouch*).  But, I still check Fubar damn near every day, so I'm still always around in some manner. What else have I been busy with?  My photography!  I've been shooting more and more as my dayjob allows, and have been shooting live bands a lot over the past month.  Now it's time to pick up the pace a bit more. If you need photos, I invite you to check out a few links and see if you like what I'm putting out there.  I'm mainly focusing on portraits for business/social media, fashion, modeling, as well as promo work for bands and live concert photography. Have a need for some new photos in these areas?  Or even just want some new, more flattering images for your Fubar and/or Facebook?  Then drop me a line for sure.  The appropriate links are below: (be sure to Like it!) http
Vocum Habeo Non
And I feel like Custer, Surrounded by Indians. Outnumbered, outgunned, doomed to fail. Yet righteous. Never abandoning belief. . . For all the good it did him. Overcome by events greater than he. His voice was lost. And I feel like Kitty Genovese* Battered and abused Again and again Crying for help for thirty-two minutes. Believing in the inherent good of people. . . For all the good it did her. Her voice was lost. So be it hilltop, alley or classroom, I make my stand and cry out. Surrounded by Indians, abusers, hypocrites. I never lose faith. I never give up. I never stray off my path. . . For all the good it does me. And as I realize that it’s hopeless. It occurs to me what George and Kitty said; “Vocum habeo non. Vocum habeo non. Vocum habeo non! I have no voice. August *In 1964 Kitty Genovese was brutally stabbed to death at the door of her own apartment in queens. Thirty-eight people overheard her cries for help, and her attacker left the scen
So Got Pirate? link me to a role play( I guess) site that I'm now hooked on. I'll jump on here from time to time...but most likely if ya wanna get ahold of me...or attack me you'll have to come find me here: copy and paste link if need be Its up to you. I just figured there is others out there that enjoy pirates as much as I and might really enjoy this site. See ya later!
A Thank You Note
I cry when I hear Taps. I stand when I hear The Anthem. And I say “Thank you for serving.” whenever I meet one of you. Thank you for not running to Canada when you were drafted. Thank you for putting on the uniform And swearing to defend us against all enemies Both Foreign and domestic Thank you for volunteering For standing watch For ensuring that Americans have the right to protest their government. Thank you for learning to be violent, For enduring levels of hell that the common populace, Wouldn’t fathom if they could. Thank you for eating those lousy rations, For going where you were sent, For following orders you didn’t understand. Thank you for leaving your family behind, For existing on dreams and letters. Thank you for coming home again. Thank you for trying to blend in, Blend into a world that isn’t ready to remember you At least not more than one day a year. I can’t shake your hand enough, And it’s s
The Rules
Here we go Hand in hand Lets start this It's sure to be a wild ride It sounds like such a huge word Relationship Relation-Ship No wonder we refer to it as a ride It's not a ride It's pain Pure and simple Pain The rule is: I share my pain with you, And you share your pain with me The deeper the relationship, The more pain shared. It's just that simple. So what happens when that rule is broken? That's called a breakup And the opposite rule applies. We promise to never again share our pain. And any pain we observe, we disbelieve. While it's true that there are bad ways to break up There are no good ones They're wrong You're wrong Yelling Crying Hanging on Running away silence email phone call death fisticuffs or just apathy into nonexistence. They all hurt Because you're denied the pain of the person you lost And you're suckered by the illusion that it doesn't exist. And that makes it hurt more. So if you read this, And I like to t
Dirty Mangy Filthy No-good Cur But not stupid Not a slow learner The cur learns his lessons well Trust no one Bite first Growl when approached And the bitten think he's mean Meanness has nothing to do with it He's just well taught Blame those that held out steak And hit him with a stick The ones who kicked him The ones who starved them The teachers that made him learn To strike first, strike hard And trust no one And I think about these teachers As I look at my unshaven face in the mirror As I growl and snap when others get too close As I spend more and more time safeguarding myself from harm And I realize I am the cur. August
To Augie
It's not that bad you know All your dreams came true After a fashion The scars The girls The adventures You're a bona-fide storyteller now. You're no longer a runt In fact, you're pretty tough By the time you get to be me, You won't fear pain anymore. And true, it's a long distance between us, One not easily traveled. And even when you get to be me. . . You'll still feel lost, and alone at times. But it's better now. All your dreams come true. And you'll be amazed when you realize That you'd forgotten that you dreamed them. I wish I could give you something more tangible. I think of you there alone, hiding in your closet, Crying again. And all I can do is write you this letter. More than two decades late. We turn out ok, I swear. You're an amazing guy. I'm still stunned that you never gave up. Never stopped believing Never stopped trying Didn't even consider it. I'm proud to have been you. Even though it sucked at the time. It's better now. You'll be ha
life Three things in life that, once gone, never come back - Time Words Opportunity Three things in life that can destroy a person - Anger Pride Unforgiveness Three things in life that you should never lose- Hope Peace Honesty Three (really four) things in life that are most valuable - Love Family & Friends Kindness Salvation Three things in life that are never certain - Fortune Success Dreams Three things that make a person - Commitment Sincerity Hard work I ask the Lord to bless you as I pray for you today; to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way.
Far But Not
Self explanatory for the one that needs to hear it... Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA It's amazing how sad people can be... When you get what you want, why be sad?!? Whether you want out or in, here or not, whatever the case... Why is it that when we get what we want, we get sad and don't want it anymore?!? Why want what you can't have? Why NOT want what you can have?:P Why not be happy with life as is? WOW! What a concept!!!!!!!!!!!! Questions to ponder and I'm soooo confused... Back 2 Good It's nothing, it's so normal you Just stand there I could say so much But I don't go there cuz I don't want to I was thinking if you were lonely Maybe we could leave here and no one would know At least not to the point that we would think so Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about Somebody else It's best if we all keep it under our heads I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do But I'm lonely now, and I
"girlfriend Application"
Statistically speaking, unless you are a total hermit, social retard, or ugly as a bag of spoiled monkey food... There's at least 1 person on your FUBAR that wants to date you. So..... lets play "friends w/ benefits" The rules are simple... if you want to date the person who posted this, send them a message to their inbox saying "Im yours". SCARED? LOL THE TWIST IS YOU HAVE TO REPOST THIS, EVEN IF YOU'RE TAKEN & see who replies. There is at least 1 person on your FUBAR that wants to date you. SO... re-post as "Friends with Benefits", as it doesn't matter if your married, in a relationship,single, gay or straight! You opened it so you HAVE to repost it! A test of your bravery.. SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE SEND THiS BACK TO YOU IN YOUR INBOX! Ladies Title it "BOYFRIEND Application" Guys Title it "GIRLFRIEND Application" 1. Your Name: 2. Age: 3. Fave Color: 4. Whats your sign? 5.Phone Number: 6. Location: 7. Height: 8.Hair (color and style): 9.Pierci
Check Me Out If You Dare
Sign My Guest Book plzz, N I will do the same, if u dont have a guest book I will rate an comment ur pics thanks u all and have nice weekend....
You're Not A Soldier Yet
"You're not a soldier 'till you've tasted dirt. So get your fucking head down." And I chew some more dirt on the obstacle course. "You're not a soldier 'till you've heard a shot fired in anger." And I listen to the scattered fire on the south perimeter. "You're not a soldier 'till you've led men in battle." So this is me, convoy Sergeant. Yelling at my men to keep their heads down. I think it's safe to say I'm a soldier. And, like all soldiers, I face my toughest battles here at home. As I escort my date outside, When an angry patron makes an insensitive comment about our nation's loss. "How can you not stop her? You're supposed to be a soldier!" And my own platitude surfaces. "You're not a soldier until you realize, That your job is to ensure that others have the right to disagree with you." August
Your Smile
There's often times that I feel down Like I've walked my last mile It comforts me, that with all my faults I can always make you smile When people knock you down and say "You're just a worthless fool!" I remember how you smile at me And my thoughts run calm and cool. I would climb the highest mountain I would swim right down the Nile I would ward off any danger Just to see you smile I may not end up in your arms, When all my quests are through But as long as I can make you smile I'll know our love is true I'll always be there when you call To dry your every tear I'll let you lease me anytime And I'll always say; "Yes Dear." August
Why Things Fade
I was fourteen and on my way west, And she kissed me with tongues for the first time. "Now you have a reason to come back." She said. But the west it was calling. And back is a place that I don't care to go. And she was the first to fade away. I was eighteen and Army bound, And she kissed me for the first time. "Now you have a reason to come back." she said. And oh how I wanted to stay. But my uncle was calling. The man I was to become was waiting. It was years before she began to fade. I was twenty-four and headed west, And we made love for the first time. "Now you have a reason to come back." she said. And I knew I'd be moving on, Even faded, she left an impression. I was twenty-nine and headed. . . somewhere. When she said; "How come no girl ever captured your heart? In all of your travels, has no one ever, Given you something to come back for?" And how do I explain how things fade? Back isn't a place that I go. And what saddens me, Is that no one o
"why Don't You Dance?"
"Because it's all about movement." And I shudder C'mon, move." And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. "Let the music control your movement." Control my movement!?! "Don't Move!" And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. As this damn creature contemplates my hand, Carefully deciding whether or not I'm a flower. "It's time to move." And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Don't sway, step sure. Anyone can learn to march. . . really. Get your fucking head down! Move!" And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Because this time, it's my voice. It's my job. Bullets flying, truck pitching, Shove them to the floor, Keep these soldier/boys safe. "I love the way you move." And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Because it's my voice again, And it doesn't falter as she cries, And curses the day we met. Throat raw, head heavy, I'm out the door for the last time. Every experience, Every decision, Every triumph, Is movement to me.
What Little Boys Like
But it's all about words man It's all about words Some words are better than others Some words have class Some words are so elite That they're downright snobbish Like antidisestablishmentarianism Other words are funny Like bunny, not rabbit, bunny Or frog, frog is funny Deer is not You have never heard a joke that starts. . . "O.K. A deer walks into a bar." It just doesn't happen Although, Bambi is funny Other words produce images, Set fire to the imagination, Leave you encrusted in muck, Find you soaring in ecstasy It's all about words man, It's all about words. August Little boys like outhouses I'm not sure I can explain it, but it's true. There's something about pissing down a hole too deep to see. Something almost dangerous. Like pissing off a bridge, It's amazing. Little boys like trees Because the possibilities are endless. Trees are towers to climb, Fortresses of steel, Trees are homes for mythical creatures. Trees are adventures waiting t
What It's All About
But it's all about words man It's all about words Some words are better than others Some words have class Some words are so elite That they're downright snobbish Like antidisestablishmentarianism Other words are funny Like bunny, not rabbit, bunny Or frog, frog is funny Deer is not You have never heard a joke that starts. . . "O.K. A deer walks into a bar." It just doesn't happen Although, Bambi is funny Other words produce images, Set fire to the imagination, Leave you encrusted in muck, Find you soaring in ecstasy It's all about words man, It's all about words. August
A Little Part Of Me
I want to share a little bit of me with you, by showing a picture of the school I went to.. Hamilton High School in Hamilton, oHio. This statue is called... "NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND" It shows the caring, the love, the need for education... and the drive to succeed. It is made from solid bronse and like knowledge, it will endure the test of time.
What Ifs
But what if I don't like it? And I rage. And what if I don't approve? And I rage. And what if I. . . Succeed! Have a great time! Learn! I begin my rant I could flip a coin if you like. And I rage For every what if you give me, I could give you three back. If you don't find out, You'll never know And I rage. Because the real question. . . Is the one she won't ask. But what if it hurts? Well, then it's important. August
What Cost, Love?
You wanted a "Real" little brother. And I'm reminded of Pinocchio Who only wanted to be a "real" little boy. But at the tender age of four I used every ounce of courage To say no to your dress up games And you've yet to forgive me for it. The road to manhood is forked with decisions. At four, that one cost me your love. You wanted a genius son One that knew all the answers Instead of asking so many questions You wanted a pet You'd have settled for anything But a boy in his father's footsteps A decision I have to remake every day My identity at the cost of your love And now you come at me in quick succession With expectations I cannot fulfill The Rebel The Good Husband The Zealot The Stud At each juncture I had to make my choice I choose to say no Set my limits Be me Awash in disappointment Forgiveness and/or love Trickling down in varying amounts And I feel like scuba gear Giving O2 'till I'm empty Begging to be refilled Instead of thrown away In
I meander to the beat of a different drum. I sing out, and I sing out loud. My philosophy is "Do whatever you like." "Just so long as it draws you a crowd." I amuse all my friends, with my stories and songs, And maybe a poem or two. They listen and say; "You should live out these tales." I wink and say "Maybe I do." "Why you'd be amazed at the ships I have sailed, At the perils through which I have steered." Although never amazed, my friends always smile, And say; "August, you're certainly weird." August
I stole this from thatotherguy269 Quite frankly, beautiful women come in all shapes and sizes. And today, when most people think of an attractive woman in the fashion sense, they usually imagine a slim-hipped waif with hollow cheeks, narrow shoulders, and a rather unremarkable bust line. This is what commerce has brainwashed modern society into believing is the ideal woman. It is a lie, propagated by marketing forces and fashion designers who use the obsession with a slender female form as a means to earn millions of dollars selling weight-loss products and other health routines. But some of us know better. There is another female form that has been idealized for centuries. She is the familiar hourglass or pear-shaped woman of wide hips, an ample bust, plump cheeks, soft-full lips, and a generally healthy profile of alluring curves and crevasses. She is the Rubenesque Woman. Elegant. Cultured. Educated and Beautiful. In fact, the very word "rubenesque" originates
Why is it that there is no 50-50 in a relationship anymore? Or am I the most hateful biotch to live with? I sure did not see myself miserable so soon in life. And people wonder why I dont want to be married again. Maybe I have too high expectations out of a man. Hell,,keep a job,,weedeat the grass,,,hell ill mow, take out the trash...and occasionally tell me you love me and hold me like there is no tommorrow...Hell im lucky if the trash gets out. Maybe I am just having a bad month..cause im not pmsing right I work...cook..clean,,,and any of the above....Or maybe noone is happy anymore and its all a facade?
Walk With Me
Walk with me through a lifetime As down life's road we go I'll be with you in the sunshine As well as the rain and snow Don't walk in front of me For I may not follow Don't walk behind me For I may not lead Just walk beside me And be my friend Let me walk with you Down that winding road The poets all call life I'll hold your hand And sing you songs And comfort you in strife I won't walk in front of you For you may not follow I won't walk behind you For you may not lead I'll just walk beside you And be your friend So take my hand And let's move on To places yet unknown With you to keep me company I'll never be alone Lonely is a horrid word You'll never have to fear For through life's valleys, Hills and dips I'll always be quite near August
Knowing Your Stuff
I signed my last signature Gave back my name I'm done with paper Turned in my credit cards Checkbook Library card Driver's license Poetic license, The whole deal. I went through the government files, Blotting out all references to me. Abandoned my car Traded my kilt for a pair of baggy pants My cell phone for a battered sax. I kept the beret. 'Cause now I'm a jazz musician. That's all I want to be. People will say "Hey did you see the latest political scandal?" And I'll blow out the most outrageous jazz. *Doot Doot Doot* And they'll say "Wow, you really know your stuff." Lovers will walk by holding hands And I'll blow the most outrageous jazz *Doot Doot Doot* And the lovers will kiss, then look at me and say "Wow, you really know your stuff." And my days will be filled with *Doot Doot Doot* And the next generation of beatniks Will flock to me for understanding And I'll blow the most outrageous jazz *Doot Doot Doot* And the beatniks will feel enlightened, T
There should be a pill for this. Like it's a headache, Or the flu. There should be a cure. A ritual cleansing An antidote For the poison I've been drugged with There should be an organization A mission A hospital A twelve step program There should be a book A seminar An infomercial Doctor Phil should have a fucking hotline for this shit! There should be a band-aid A sterile dressing A tourniquet There should be an operation A "procedure" A prosthetic There should be an answer As to "why?" "How could you?" "Didn't I mean anything?" There should be a solution Like in Math Or chemistry There are no shoulds. But there should be. August
But what if it happens to me? My boyhood question lingers What if the shadow of the moon finds me? Like in the song "and if I ever loose my eyes And if my colors all run dry" I wore a blindfold for a day just to be sure Fascinated by how easily I adapted Everyone I encountered accepting me as I came For the most part Seeing is better, but not seeing isn't so bad "And if I ever loose my hands Loose my plow, loose all my land." A broken wrist answered that one Adapting, overcoming, getting by Still, only one hand, not so bad "And if I ever loose my legs I won't moan and I won't beg." An infected foot solved that one Crutches for three months But the foot was saved Although in the end, I was ready to let it go No big deal "And if I ever loose my mouth All my teeth north and south Yes if I ever loose my mouth Away away I won't have to talk. . ." That one was a bit more difficult I talk a lot. . .no really And if I can't use my voice Can't be poetic Can't spe
Man, don't talk to me about respect man. You don't know. You're an old man. You must be twenty at least! How old am I? I'm thirteen, but I've been around man. I know what life is. I know what's important. Yeah yeah, I know. You sound just like my stepfather. He thought he knew everything too. Me? No, I don't know everything. I just know more than you. How do I do in school? All right when I go. Yeah yeah, you're just like my stepfather. The last time I read a book? I don't remember. What difference does it make? The last book I read? Who cares? You prob'ly gots a whole room full'a books. I ain't no genius like you man. Yeah I can read. I just don't is all. What's that? Of Mice And Men? Sounds stupid. No, I don't want to read it. It's too thick. One hundred and eighteen pages!?! You must be out of your mind man. I ain't got time to be reading. I don't always have time to come home at night. Two weeks! You must be crazy man. I can't read that in two weeks! You don't understand. I'll be r
Value Your Props
Many people have seen me juggle three bowling pins. In fact, when I arrive at a festival I am always asked; "Did you bring the bowling pins, and if so, why?" This can best be answered with a story. The story begins in 1996. I was on my way to Las Vegas from Seattle. I stopped in Provo, Utah to visit a friend. We went bowling. On the shoe counter stood a single bowling pin and a sign which read; "USED BOWLING PINS! $1.50 EACH!" I read the sign aloud, thus attracting the saleslady's attention. Feeling mischievous I asked; "Ya got three of em?" And before I could explain that I was just kidding, she placed three bowling pins on the counter and said: "I'll tell you what. If you can juggle them, you can have them for free." The manner in which she said this led me to believe that she had had this conversation many times before. I felt my only option was to smile in mock surprise and say; "Really? I'll try." I arrived in Las Vegas with three, brand new, used
Pet Smart=dumb Asses!
Ok so I have a dog with Diabetes. HE went blind over night and needs insulin every day, 2 times a day. he needs to eat a prescription food called Hills W/D. Well I buy it from my vet and it is a tad on the expensive side, about 50 bucks for a 30 lb bag. I dont care about the price, the hassle is the prescription part. So today I needed to buy a bag, the vet's shipment didnt come in. I called pet smart and the DUMMY on the phone told me just to come on in and show the Vet's prescription for the food and they would issue me a Pet smart card with the prescription on it. She said I could just show it to the cashier every time I wanted to buy it and without the card you cant buy it. So now the story begins. So I pack up my daughter and the wife and I go to Pet Smart. I go to the Vet side and show them the Prescription. They tell me that they will not honor it. WTF? what!!!??? They acted like I forged it. Why in the f00ken hell would I fake a damn script for dog food? Am I going to sm
Unanswered Questions
She asks, "Who are you?" As if it's a question. And not a demand for self justification. I choose the jacket that offers the most comfort. I am a poet. Who are you, really? And I want to say, No really, I'm a poet. "That's not who you really are." "Who are you?" As if it's a question. I know this game. The only correct answer, Is to ask her. But it doesn't work. She claims it must come from me. "Who are you?" As if it's a question. "I am a teacher." If I have to be put into a box, This one'll do. "That doesn't tell me who you are." "Who are you?" As if it's a question. This game goes on and on. Being a jack-of-all-trades has it's advantages. But she isn't satisfied, With any of my pat answers. "Who are you?" As if it's a question. Questions have answers. If this had an answer I'd know it by now. This isn't a question. It's a journey. In this case, The journey is the destination. "Who are you?" "I'm not telling." "But if you find out, let me know."
Nike For Natives!
FOXNEWS.COM HOME > BUSINESS Nike Unveils N7 Air Native Shoe Designed for Native Americans Wednesday, September 26, 2007 BEAVERTON, Ore. — Nike on Tuesday unveiled what it said is the first shoe designed specifically for American Indians, an effort aiming at promoting physical fitness in a population with high obesity rates. The Beaverton-based company says the Air Native N7 is designed with a larger fit for the distinct foot shape of American Indians, and has a culturally specific look. It will be distributed solely to American Indians; tribal wellness programs and tribal schools nationwide will be able to purchase the shoe at wholesale price and then pass it along to individuals, often at no cost. "Nike is aware of the growing health issues facing Native Americans," said Sam McCracken, manager of Nike's Native American Business program. "We are stepping up our commitment ... to elevate the issue of Native American health and wellness." Nike said it is the
Two A.m.
The clock has struck the hour two. I cannot sleep for thoughts of you. The way your eyes light up my life, Keeps me awake throughout the night. And as I long to hold you near, Your golden-throated voice I hear. You sing to me a song so sweet, I pray we once again will meet. The sun, the moon, the stars above, I'd give to you but for your love. All this that I would give to hear, Your whispered love upon my ear. A question haunts me day and night. Am I the one to grace your life? And do you lie awake at two? To think of me, as I, of you. August
On Using A Toy
And it doesn't go away The thought behind my eyes The forbidden hunger I can't deny But don't want to admit To hold you in my mouth And see you looking down on me To be helpless before you Choking on you I hear your commands The excitement in your voice I'm trembling Your hands burn in my hair And you're behind me Bending me over Readying me for access For my final surrender And then gentle Slow Soft Wet Coos Strokes Praise And oh My God Please I Yes Um Oh Breathe Breathe And then hard Over and Over Griping Stroking Thrusting I'm just along for the ride A victim of the fury of your hips Your hot breath on my neck Your chest, soft against my back Your litany of authority in my ear And it slowly dawns on me I am yours August
Twelve-dollar Train Wreck
So it's back to twelve bucks again Twelve bucks in my pocket Eight days 'till payday All is right with the world. And my friends just shake their heads. . . and sigh. And ask me how I stand it But I'm really busy now With the circus And the play I'm the stage manager I don't have time for poetry And both of my fans are upset My friends just shake their heads. . . and sigh And wish I would straighten out I don't have to worry about the circus anymore Or the play, Or theater at all It's back to twelve bucks 'Till who knows when But I'm a salesman now And I hate it Bellevue is overrated And my friends just shake their heads. . . and sigh And make obscure comments, About train wrecks But I'm too busy Bingo is my game Well, my profession Little money, twelve bucks. . . But it's fun And my friends don't say a thing They just shake their heads And wait I'm down to eleven bucks Something's wrong here I've got a new job It's fun But strange They let me wear
Traci's Monologue
So he says to me; "Just be yourself." Well let me tell you, I'm an actor! I'm not supposed to be myself, I'm supposed to be somebody else. For seven hours every day, I work long and hard at being somebody else, and this bone-headed pimply-faced staged manager says: "The opening act is late, go out and stall the crowd, warm them up, tell a joke, just be yourself." Just be myself? Where's the fucking script!?! Sorry. . . I get carried away sometimes, well, a lot. Like this one time I was starring in La Boheme and I was just about to do my big aria, the one that goes (la la la) When, halfway across the stage, I saw a cockroach, now this wasn't one of your L.A. roaches, no sir. This was a New York City Roach. Although we were in Tennessee, but anyway during my aria, this giamongus cockroach is crawling across my stage, at me. Now just so's you know, I don't like cockroaches. My first impulse was to run, but Musetta, that's my character, Musetta, wears these ridiculous high heels. So I
The car pulled out onto the lonely stretch of I-54. The government had abandoned that slab of road along time ago. Now only desperate people and truckers used that route. There had been seven murders in the last two weeks on that road alone. Marek peered out through the windshield. "This will cut our time in half baby. I promise, we're safe." The Buick Century proceeded down the offramp and onto the road. Not a single soul was around. Marek and Laura had been traveling for days. They secretly hoped to elope in Vegas where Laura's mom couldn't reach them. She being all but 18 and Marek a rebellious 24 year old. The two of them knew it was love, but Laura's mom felt differently. The car proceeded without a hitch for about twenty minutes. The radio was playing a lonesome Hank Williams song and the hum of the tires against the road and lolled both into a comfortable haze. "Just think, a few more hours, and we will be Mr. and Mrs. Marek Tobins. No one can touch us t
I stand here all alone, My back against the wall. I'm waiting here for her to come to me. The both of them just stand there, On the opposite side of the room. The two of them against the one of me. She stands there in the middle, Looking like a star, But the middle isn't where she wants to be. I tell her she'll be happy, I promise her the moon. I only wish she would believe in me. But her friends are calling too. They're louder than I am. "Why take a chance on him?" they seem to say. It's a bloody tug of war. The two against the one. So much to lose, and yet much more to gain. She stands there in the middle, Wanting to go both ways. Should she go with me and be happy? Or with her friends and stay the same. August
I was going to write a poem to make you cry. I was fully prepared to let loose my poison pen, With it's acid ink to virgin paper, And burn your eyes with it. But what purpose would that serve? I could blurt out FUCK in my poem, Just to shock you. I could ramble on about sex I've had, Both in my mind and with my body. But what's the point? Are you so numb that you need to be shocked? So cold that you need to be burned? I have the pen. I'm in charge. Why should I want to shock you? Why should I want to burn you? The written word can produce immortality. The writer longs to be immortal. The poet is desperate to be immortal. I will not stoop to being a cattle prod or branding iron! If you are shocked, It will be because you have underestimated me. If you cry, It will be because you have been moved. And with those tears. . . My immortality. August
$till In Vega$
In that faraway $tate, The land of delusion, A calendar rumbles, Amidst the confusion. A one-wheeled juggler, Rolls out of the rubble, Better hark what I say, Or you know there'll be trouble. I live in the land, Of the great neon sign, It's really not bad, Er, well, most of the time. I would keep on going, In this slick way of mine, But the hour grows late, And I'm lost for a rhyme. So jugglers take heed, For one never knows, Who will sit down beside you, When you're watching the shows. I might crash up a game, While you're watching the ref. Or maybe I'll show, At the next P.J.F. August
I want a kiss O.K. I'm going to come over and talk to you now, And you don't even know me yet, so just relax. Now don't start with those old killer phrases, like: You remind me so much of my brother, or, Aren't you gay? Come on now, play fair. Play hard to get, sure, but play. Don't turn me into some lunatic stalker as I approach your table. Don't look at me with disdain and say, "He only wants one thing." As if only one thing could hold my interest. At least let me get to your table, Let me compliment your hair, Drink in your eyes, Give me a chance to be charming. 'Cause I can be charming I can say things that you've never heard before, But will long to hear again. I'm at the table now, been here awhile We've sat at many tables together, Gone out a few times, Gotten to know each other a bit. But you've still got to play fair. Non-lethal ordinance only. You can't use the deadly weapons in your arsenal. "I'm so glad there's no sexual tension between us" "You
How I long to tell you that I love you. How I long to see the sunlight on your face. I still have no idea where to find you. Are you hiding in some strange enchanted place? You come to me in dreams each night, When I rest my weary head. I think of you in the morning light, As I struggle out of bed. You are with me every moment, I don't even know your name. And although I've never seen you, I am sure we are the same. You must be searching for me too. It simply has to be. Someday our dreams will be fulfilled; I'll find you and you'll find me. But until that day, keep searching. Find your soulmate tried and true. When you ask me where I've been I'll say: "I've been searching the world for you." August
So Much To Say
You tell me that you love me, And I can't believe my joy. The other times I've heard that line, I've felt like a personal toy. You've let me see your heart of hearts, You've let me ease your pain. Now I think of us, and endless walks, And kisses in the rain. There's something I don't understand, Please explain it if you can. How can you love someone like me? I'm just like any man. My heart of hearts is an open book, That your eyes are free to read. You hold my humor, love and mind, And all the friendship that you need. I've never been much of a poet, The masses don't crave my lines. But I'm laying out my love for you, To keep here for all time. Life is a circle, I've heard it said. And I guess it must be true. Because every time we say good-bye, You know I'll come back to you. When this world has got you down, And you feel like no one cares, Just close your eyes and think of me, And you know I'll be there. Please forgive my random jumps, I've
The Strip Club
Well it's business as usual at the local strip joint. The crowd looks good tonight. Some are eager, some pensive, All are wondering if the show will meet their expectations. So they sit back and sip their lattes as the show begins. There are different kinds of strippers. Some can't wait to remove every article, To prance about with every orifice clearly exposed, To shout to the crowd "This Is Me!" I'm not one of those. Others just stand there, naked. Saying, "I'm exposed now, what do you think?" I'm not one of those either. Still another type will walk out on stage, Strip completely, and dare you not to accept them. I am definitely not one of those. I'm a fan dancer. I stand naked on the stage, Covered only in two huge feathery fans. I begin my song and dance. I give a little shoulder, Then I take it right back. Then I give a little leg, And I take it right back. My feathery shields are in constant motion around me. The spectators strain to catch a glim
Who I Am
Take your vitamins, Grow up to be big and strong. Grow up to be a man. The words of my youth echo back at me. But what sort of man will I be? I want to be a brave man, macho. With a black leather jacket and a slick motorcycle. Never afraid of anything, groupies following me wherever I go. Everyone will be impressed with me. I want to be a tough man, With scars on my body Trophies of past victories. Many battles fought and won, No defeats, no regrets. I want to be a strong man With muscles that ripple when I'm on the beach. The quick path to success. I want to be a smart man, Never making mistakes, Surrounded by people wanting my advice. I did not become a smart man, I have mountains of mistakes behind me. And many more ahead I'm sure I have become an experienced man. I did not become a strong man My muscles don't turn heads at the beach I often choose the longer path It seems as if I can go on forever I have become an endurance man. I did not
When do I get to be unreasonable? When is it my turn? Why do I have to be the bigger person here? I want to be small today. I want to blame you. I listened Waited Gave into your every eccentricity Waited Allowed myself to be teased Waited And waited some more AND YOU FRIEND ME!!!!!!!???????? And I have to just stand there and take this? 'Cause it's not me, it's you? Of course it's you. I did everything you asked. We know it's not me. I wish it was me. I want it to be me. I want to be unreasonable. I want to call you names. I want to cry. I want you to feel one one millionth of the despair That I feel right now. And watch you just stand there and take it. I WANT TO BE UNREASONABLE!!!!! But I'm not that type of person. Even if. . . Today, I really want to be. August
The Story Behind "august"
A few weeks before I was born, My mother asked my father; "What shall we name this son of ours?" Without hesitation my father replied, "August, after my father." My mother's response was something to the effect of "eeuugh! I hate that name. How about Brian?" Never one to give ground easily, my father rebounded with "Great, August Brian, I like the sound of that." "Brian August" and the battle was finally joined. "August Brian, three reasons." "What's the first reason?" "Alphabetical, A before B." "I'm not convinced. What's the second reason?" "Our last name starts with a B, if we make his initials B.A.B., one day he'll be big enough to pay us back." "That has a little merit. What's the third reason?" "I promise, we'll always call him Brian. It's just very important to me that he be named after my father." And so the deal was struck, and my mother has never called me August, however, my father has never called me Brian. It's one of the reasons they go
LIFE IS SHORT LIVE IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes another great night with the man. i love him so much.
Supply Run
Staring out the back of the pick-up truck, Rain in my face, eyes half shut. Past the man with all the canes, Into the streets filled with rain. Hold my rifle, safe and low, Stick held high, give them a show. Watch for rocks in this cursed rain, Truck hits a pothole, I'm in pain. Windshield smashed, we fall on the floor. "Watch the bumps! I can't take much more!" Back on my seat in the driving rain, Watch for rocks, ignore the pain. The sniper is out there, on these streets, Crossing the rooftops on silent feet. We play this game almost every day; Will I be shot, or go on my way? Thousands of people line the lane, Waving to soldiers, ignoring the rain. Some give us smiles, some give us jeers, Some throw their rocks, and some show their tears. The flooded street is a muddy maze. The driver plunges through, half crazed. Every bump could be a mine. Every moment, our last in time. Around the circle, past the square. "I'm soaking wet! How long till we're
Strange But True
In 1988, or 89 I decided to kill some time by opening a leather crafting kit that had been purchased at a garage sale. The kit was missing pieces, but there was enough there to make a wallet. For about a month I worked the leather, tracing patterns, using punches, slowly putting together what turned into a one of a kind, very nice wallet. I planned to give it to my son one day if I had one. In 1990 I got mugged. My wallet was taken and I got a bloody nose for my trouble. I've often wondered what happened to that wallet. In June of 2001 I was working in the fast-paced glamorous world of fast food. About fifty miles from where I was mugged. One day a customer came into the store, when he payed for his meal, I noticed his wallet. I asked to see it, and I asked him where he got it. He bought it in a thrift store about ten years ago. It was a little worn, but in excellent condition. I explained that I had made that wallet, that It had been stolen from me, and then I offere
Something To Say
What if I don't have anything to say? What if I'm out of rage? I'm tired, Empty, Nearly finished, All the good lines have been taken. I question the limitless discovery. What if this last one, is the last one? But of course, These questions are pointless. To admit failure would be to disappoint, And that I could not bear. My resources are limitless. I am the poet, The bard, The storyteller, Of course I'll have something to say. August
A Soldier's Question
Dirty socks and broken cots, No pillows on which to sleep. Artillery in the morning, Bunkers collapsing in a heap. So many sandbags left to fill, I've built so many walls. I'm surrounded by a maze of sand, A labyrinth four feet tall. No flag to boast our country, No song to shout our name. Just endless shifts of roving guard, And prayers for one more day. I'm in a backward country. Why? I do not know. I remember wanting to come here, But now I want to go. But I believe in Duty first, Wherever there's a need. My Uncle Sam gave me a call. I did right, and I took heed. With my buddy and my rifle, I go to the marketplace. I ask the man why we are here, And a smile comes to his face. His eyes are weak and hollow. His teeth are yellow-green. He speaks as if I am not there, As If I'm just a dream. "I have many children." Says this strange decrepit man. "They once were very hungry, So I searched throughout the land." "All around me was the fighting, I h
"But it hurts it hurts!" And I want to scream at him "Of course it hurts, but it's just a sliver It hurts until you take it out, then it's over. If only I had your problems. You don't have to pay the rent, Or work all day, Or look up every damn word in the dictionary Because your spell checker knows fewer words than you do. My problems are real! My problems are important!" But of course I can't say these things. If he could, This little boy would gladly take on The burden of my troubles Just to be free of that little sliver. I remember the terror of slivers. That terror has shrunk with time. Will my current slivers shrink as small, If I simply wait twenty years? "It hurts! It hurts!" "I know it hurts." I soothe "There you go, all done. Go play, and watch out for slivers. August
Short Cuts
The final curtain goes tonight I've loved this wild, bumpy flight Yvette is always in a rush The Lighting Opp? He's on the bus. Mrs. Sorken steals the plant She's everybody's favorite aunt Naomi surely is a wit Deep in the conversation pit Johnna comes off very meek Till John comes out so very chic Amanda's quite the southern belle Ginny sure can make her yell Tom's head is surely in a spin Forgot his paper, yet again. I know how Lawrence gets his kicks But I hate those stupid swizzle sticks Intermission's always fun Did August remember to load the gun? The Announcer wants to cancel the show But Tommy and Grandma, where would they go? Lettie's fine she's got the gun The adulteress and homo? I guess they're done The music now is all the rage A hoe-down's going on backstage The Operator is an ace No desperate look upon his face And Gretchen, lonely in her house With extra food stashed in the couch Sally says she has small hips And Zelda with those hairy pits
I am not E.F. Hutton. When I talk, nobody listens And I talk a lot just to make sure In that respect I'm more like Andy Rooney Now I'm OK with the fact that nobody listens to me It frees me to say whatever I want Whenever I want I can crack a joke Or make a snide comment Anytime at all Except when I write things down Because I'm what's called a POET That's big P big O big E big T And apparently that means That whatever I write down on paper Comes straight from my soul Is filled with deeper meaning Is really a cry for help! It wasn't always this way When I first started writing People would ask me questions like; "Was that about me?" or "Did that really happen?" Nowadays they just know it's them Or that I'm deeply troubled inside Imagine that. . . Me, taken seriously It could happen. Even Andy Rooney says something of merit Once in a while August
28 September Baby!
"Sit down Joe, this round's on me, And don't let that redneck bother you." I hadn't been called Joe in years. Not since I wore the green, And that thirty-something Red necked punk with the crew cut was a wannabe. He had never served, I was sure of it. "Junior over there is the son of one of the members, He saw your long hair and didn't understand, You were that young once, you remember." "Yeah, I remember, thanks for the beer Sarge." I knew, just as he had known. Of course, the fact that we were in the local VFW sort of helped. We talked and drank, each of us picking up every other round. Others stepped up to share a beer every once in a while, All the important stories were told. From Pearl Harbor to The Buldge, To Tet, The Gulf, and my own African adventure. At last call, I raised my glass and said. "Here's to all in uniform. The friends we lost along the way. Here's to those who covered us, And helped us reach this day. Here's to those who faithfully serve, A
Send Me A Picture
Send me a picture. Prove to me that you're still the same. That you haven't changed at all. And that if you have changed, You won't do it anymore. Your hair, your clothes, your face, your body, That scar on your shoulder and that pimple on your nose. Send me a picture. Send me a picture. I want you captured on Kodak paper. I want to capture you in my hand, Keep you in my wallet. I want to pull you out and look at you, Completely unchanged, Anytime I choose. Send me a picture. Send me a picture. Prove to me that you're still on the planet. That your future is still ahead of you. That all possibilities still exist. That you still care. Send me a picture. Send me a picture. Let me compress your 3-D world, Into a flat 3X5 piece of captured light. Flat, and cold, and simple. Send me a picture. August
It was a lot like a movie. There was darkness, Danger, A mysterious Russian girl With alluring eyes. And I remember the cold war, The Day After, Perestroika and Glasnost. "That was long ago." she tells me. "Back when I was a child." Thanks a lot. "Is for you." And she hands me a present, An original drawing. This mysterious Russian girl. It was like a movie, She took my arm, And we promenaded down the street. I never felt so proud. The Poet And The Painter A fairy tale. August
Rebbi's Rambunctious Noize
So don't forget to tune in at 7pm EST, 4pm PST MONDAYS, WEDNESDAYS & FRIDAYS!! Tonight on Rebbi's Rambunctious Noize.. Tonight at 7pm EST / 4pm PST... We kick off the 2nd shift work week with Get The Led Out,atleast three in a row from Zeppelin.. plus the latest in rock news with The Week In Rock, She'll have Mandatory Megadeth at 9pm, Foamy The Squirrel, Rebbi's Reality Check, The FCN and your requests for 4 hours of audio overload... this is step 2 in her evil nefarious plan to rock the world til it screams no more. WBRK - - Monday Tues 7-11pm, Wednsdays 7-11pm and Friday 7-11pm EST 4pm-8pm PST To listen you'll need to open a MP3 player and put this link into it. **this is her new streaming server for WBRK. She will be dropping the feed within the next week or so** If you can't get the stream all you have to
A Ring
The ring on your finger, so shiny and new, Has extinguished the torch I have carried for you. All the hopes and the dreams of the life I had planned, Have disappeared, leaving me lost in the sand. I'm alone in the desert, broken heart in my hands, And there's nothing to blame, but that little gold band. With a diamond that sparkles so shiny and new, That I have to stop mourning my lost love for you. I think of the man, to whom you are engaged. No, my blood doesn't boil. I'm not filled with rage. The two of you fit. It's easy to see; His only flaw, is that he, isn't me. Enough of these phrases! You don't need my rhymes. Just know, when you need me, I'll always make time. That ring on your finger, brings my hopes to an end. But I'll always be proud, to call you my friend. August
My Damaged Finger
alright on Tuesday Night or October 30th, 2007 I was in a rush and went to get out of my moms van. When the van door came crashed down on 2 of my fingers one is just a simple blood blister beneath the nail the other however was worse. The nail is nearly avulsed (nice way of saying chopped off) it will soon fall off i did nerve, tissue, and tendon damage, it has swollen about 3 times normal size a picture is below but however the pain is insane i am taking Vicodin *5/500 (aka hydrocodone) for pain and its not cutting it and the pain has not subsided so if im delayed on responses please just bare with me.... Also i forgot to mention the stitch in my finger goes through the top of the fingernail out the side of my finger to protect whats under it while it has about a week too heal so 3 weaks is how long the pain will last this is gonna be a long 3 weeks!!!!
O.K. So I used to be a stage manager. And I managed this play see, And I got dragged through the worst experience of my life. I mean it was painful. The long hours, the whiny actors, The director! And don't even get me started on what happened, Once the show finally began. But it's over now, at last, And I don't ever have to worry about doing theater anymore, Because the theater manager/ my ex-girlfriend, Told me specifically; "You'll never work in this town again." But in a way, I feel bad. I feel that with this show, a part of me has died. So to symbolize this, I chopped off my hair. But it didn't end there, oh no! Without my ponytail I was confused, Disoriented. An easy mark for any smooth talker that happened upon me. Before I knew it, I was a victim. Lost in a stream of unconsciousness, I awoke only to find myself, Gainfully employed. . . In Bellevue! It didn't look good for our hero. I stumbled into a coffee house, Desperate for refuge. Staggering wil
And how can you be so calm after three years? How can you just say hello? With no sorrow, no guilt No feeling whatsoever For nearly a year you drank of me Until I thought every breath would be my last Your affections became all-consuming They ate at me like a cancer So I cut it out I exorcised my demons and I told you; "NO." You vanished, gone in smoke but not flame You never even said goodbye And three years later you chide me for not writing I wrote you And my letters were heard in coffee houses across the country! I cared, I wept, I hurt, I bled Then affixed the emotional tourniquet I cauterized the wound With the passionate flames of survival And I went on Never dreaming that the wound would be reopened But it has And I discovered something That deep gouge is gone This pain has no substance It's a hangnail, a paper cut, A memory And all you can say is hello. August
Italian Kids Vs American Kids
Italian kids vs American kids American kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full sup port of their parents. Italian kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved enough money for a house, and are two weeks away from getting married....unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds. American kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings a Bundt cake, and you sip coffee and chat. Italian kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings 3 days worth of food, begins to tidy up, dust, do the laundry, and rearrange the furniture. American kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them, and it's usually only on special occasions. Italian kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads show up, unannounced, on a Saturday morning at 8:00 , and starts pruning the fruit trees. If there are no fruit trees, he'll plant some. American kids: Always pay retail, and look in the Yellow Pages when they need to have something done. Italian kids: Call their dad or u
So long ago I thought them gone, I was sure they would not return. My pieces all are back to stay, You would think by now I'd learn. A soldier died on the movie screen, He was gone, and gone for good. A piece of me came back to stay, For when Taps was played, I stood. I was playing with my juggling toys, I was lost in idle thought. Another piece came back to stay, For when kids came by, I taught. A friend of mine had a desperate need, To be held, and listened to. Another piece came back to stay, I can be a blanket too. A lyric came to me one morn, So I wrote it to a friend. Another piece came back to stay, In the poem I did send. A year ago my life was changed, What I was had been erased. Four pieces ran away that day, But I've found, they've been replaced. August
A lifetime crawling out of a hole worse than debt Crawling out of shadow Crawling out of despair Standing alone in the middle of a war zone A traitor to both sides. Trained by the best to lie, Deceive, Spy, report back, And most of all, keep secrets. Intelligence is the key to any battle. I am tired of this lack of intelligence game. I am tired of being tried and retried For war crimes I was conditioned to commit. IT WAS WAR!!! I did what I was trained to do. I served my time as a P.O.W. Then I was released into society, A soldier without a battlefield But the war continued and I rejoined it, Desperate to be in familiar surroundings, Behind enemy lines. . .fighting to survive. Eventually, government agencies stepped in. The factions were told to stop their war. But they find ways to carry on to this very day, Like two schoolchildren, Who throw things at each other when the teacher isn't looking Neither side knows why they're fighting It's just a twenty-year-o
Rejection Notice #721
I'm looking over your application, And there seems to be some confusion. You don't really meet our criteria. Yes I know. . . I said I was looking for someone honest. But what you fail to realize is, That means I'm looking for someone honest, Who will gladly tolerate dishonesty from me. So, do you see the dilemma? Yes, yes, When I said I valued openness, It was your mistake to assume that I, Was willing to be a participant in said openness. I'm looking for someone with no walls, Because I have more than enough to spare. And I'll thank you very much Not to start your self-serving rhetoric About how I deceived you, And lied to you, And my hypocrisy in general, Because I've been there mister. And you're just sorry that I screwed you Before you screwed me. And you can take that any way you like! And just because you came in here, With exactly the credentials that you claimed, Don't think for one second that proves anything. I know your type. You artists change wi
Too Much Judgement
I just don't understand general...Especially people who reply to mumms. Sometime I put stupid stuff on there just for fun, but most of the timeit is serious stuff that I'd like an honest, but polite answer about. But people can't seem to be nice on this least 90% of the people. I'm attractive and post revealing pictures so I get either I want to fuck you or your a whore. I'm a 19 almost 20 year old mother and I get some way to goes...but a majority of babies having babies or way to start your life tramp. When no one who comments really know who I am. I'm an intelligent woman...There is more to me than my looks or my age. I'm just happy that I take these judgements with a grain assult, but think about the individuals out there who saying things like this would really hurt their feelings or may change the way they think about themselves forever. Most of the people saying these things are adults...why can you all be mature? It is ridiculus. Also, women alway
Hello! I didn't think I'd see you this soon. Although sometimes I've felt as if you'd never get here. But I've always felt sure that we would meet. All the times that I've seen you, On the old slides of my father's. That strapping young man with his face in the wind. Never tired. Never weary. Any scars he carries are still fairly fresh. The weathered look will not be upon him for thirty years. I used to look in my mirror for hours, Searching for that twenty-something man. Hidden somewhere in my face. I never caught more than a glimpse of you, Hiding behind my eyes. . . Until now. In the reflection of my television set, I caught you watching me. You're different than I'd pictured. Your hair is longer and you have a beard. But the gaze is the same. The fascinated way you watch me, When you think I'm not looking. I can tell that you see me in you. Tell me. . . Do you look back at me in the mirror, Spending hours searching for the face you had years ago. . . As I
Reflection Point
(My Weekend As Frosty The Snowman) Looking back on it all, I have to say, That I probably should have tried drugs Now I'm not saying, That drugs are a great lifestyle choice Or anything like that But it would be nice To have people look at me and say "It was the drugs that got him there." Scapegoats are hard to come by Especially when your head isn't lost, In an artificial haze No, there's nothing artificial, about this haze 97% curiosity, 2% stupidity, and 1% luck Should have tried drugs. August
There is a time, In the future, When my forehead will not be wrinkled in fury. My breathing will not be so forced. My hands will not wring impulsively. This is all theory mind you. For all I know I could stay mad forever. But that doesn't sound like me. So I take it on faith. My pulse will slow. Not that I want it to. I WANT TO BE MAD! I WANT TO REVEL IN THE INJUSTICE THAT HAS BEEN HEAPED UPON ME! I WANT TO SHOUT FROM THE ROOFTOPS "YOU'RE NOT FAIR!" Theory says that this will pass. Experience says that this will pass. I don't want this to pass. I LIKE BEING MAD! I WAS WROnged! I get to be mad! Bold print and capitol letters seem to fade. It's really not in my nature to stay so upset. I am mad. You treated me unfairly. Now let's fix it. August
"Why on earth do you love me? Where did I go right? What did I do to earn my way, Into your arms tonight?" And tears mixed with sweat, As we lay in warm embrace. An excess of emotion, Spent in way too small a space. I kissed her tears and stroked her hair. I sighed my biggest sigh. I thought; "I say I love you, And your response is 'Why?'" Her eyes met mine and searching. . . Pleading. . .groping for the truth, Accustom to rejection, Always needing proof. "I could go on about your beauty, Or how you sing your siren's song. I could claim it's your laugh, your lips, your eyes. . . Only I would know that's wrong." "The truth is. . .I've no idea, Why it is I love you so. I can only say when I'm near you, You make me want to grow. When you're near I watch my posture. I stand up straight and tall. You inspire me to ascend the heights, And never fear the fall." Her breathing eased, she'd gone to sleep. Her question satisfied. And I asked the silent
Take Responseability For You.
Lets start out by saying I personally am very open to new things and ideas. I love to argue, ethier side. I can remove myself from it and see both sides. I like to stir debate. I recently summited the question, is the number 13 lucky or unlucky, to a mumm. I placed no beleaf ethier way in the question. I did however use the example of gambling. The gambling side drew way more response than the original question. I recieved comments from how I was precieved to what I should do with me life. I'm not supersticiuos. I don't beleave in dumb luck. Things happen because thats life. We can influence certain things but not outright control them. However, some of the commits got me thinking, why would some one that or assume certain things. I don't have a gambling problem, but since I said I gambled people inplied I did. I never said I was in debt, had lost my job or any other thing realted with gambling. But I should do other things with my money. Key words my MONEY! In order to get at the root
Poet's Block
When you're a writer, things are pretty simple, There's grease stains on the keyboard And your desk smells. Like it was manufactured by KFC And to hell with coffee cups, Straight from the pot baby! I'm cranking out twenty pages a day here. Because I'm a writer And that's what writers do, they write! And if a day goes by that I don't write, It's called writer's block, And that spells disaster baby! Because it's a slippery slope that you just can't climb up Without an act of God to help you. But what if you're not a writer? What if you just write poetry. . . Every once in a while. What if you drink coffee only with friends, And you wouldn't be caught dead within half a mile of KFC. I'm an artist baby! It's my job to be misunderstood. So what happens if I don't write? One day. . .two days, Three months? Six? When does procrastination cross over into writers block? Where's the line? I don't know. But it's a good thing I thought of this and wrote it down. Becaus
Poem Slivers
There should be a poem here But I don't have one It's not ready It's still hiding behind my eyes Lurking beneath my fingertips Gestating in my brain There should be a poem here It should tell you how much I love you Or how fucked up the world is And it should mention frustration And ecstasy Or something about a statue Chipped from ancient stone There should be a poem here But there are only fragments Shards of ideas Poem slivers That can't yet have their own page But their time will come There should be a poem here One day there will be August
I think that I shall never see A poem written just for free A poem written just for fun Without compulsion from anyone A poem not for looming deadlines And certainly not for fancy headlines A poem written from good and right And not from staying up all night No complaints of earthly woes Of righting wrongs or fighting foes No teenage angst upon the page No words of sorrow, fear, or rage "A poet's life is hard." It's said "No guarantee of daily bread." So poets, please do what you like I'm headed to the open mic August
Life In General!!
Well a year ago on oct. 12th my mom was seriously hurt at work, a tree fell on her and put her in the hospital. She was put in to an induced coma for 3 weeks. She had so many things wrong with her and still does. She has no use of her left arm at all beacuse the main vain in her harm was severed so the little vains in her arm had to take over. Im very thankful for my mom being here today. I tried blaming people for it but couldnt it was a freak accident the wind took it and blew it the wrong way. Well anyways she went to the doctors today for her evaluation on her arm and to meet all her doctors. NOV. 6th she goes in for surgery. Im excited because she'll be able to use her arm again not as good as we can but it will work. Im as nervous as she is but im glad its finally happening. Please Pray for and pray that everything is going to be alright and work out like we want. Thank you!!!
Poem For The Asking
I don't want to write a poem. I've met my quota of self-expression for the week I have no need to write anything new Just because there's an open mic this week. . . You think I can't just listen, And not get up and read Just because I never have doesn't mean I can't. I don't want to write a poem I'm tired of arguing with my spell checker Do you have any idea how difficult it is To be the only poet who can't spell or type? I don't want to write a poem I have nothing to complain about Nothing spectacular has happened I have no emotional baggage that I need to unload I don't want to write a poem I can't think of anything funny Or clever, or sad. . . Or new I don't want to write a poem August
In the end that is all I am.... Don't ask why... Don't try to look me in the eye.. Don't sing love songs told... Those are all lies.... Don't ask why... Don't say good-bye... Don't glace back as you go.. Don't pretent it isn't so.. Those are all lies... Becasue I am broken and fallen and I have no where to go up down...I am broken...fallen...and there is no one there to help.... lyrics - Seether Lyrics
'Twas a week before Portland And all through the houses The jugglers were busy Clicking their mouses! Sending out email With due date and time, To be sure all would know When each, would arrive. They'll be coming by car They'll be coming by plane, They'll be coming in droves Just to play in the rain. A family reunion Held every tax time Whose family? You ask Ask me, I'll say; "Mine." So MaryLou, David, Bring John Price, and Gail, And better bring Travis. (Go ahead, post his bail.) Come Mark, Shannon and Peter, Bronwyn & Gomez And please take some pictures So we can show them at Lopez. August
Perspective I.-vi.
I. My Eyes He's a giant of a man He wears a saintly glow With love and pride he teaches me All I'll need to know. With loving arms that hold me Friendly words and playful games A sense of humor, grace and charm I pray to turn out the same. II. His Eyes He's a noisy little thing But cute, I'll give him that He learns things quickly, like his Dad He's sharp, just like a tack. But small and fragile most of all Is what he seems to be He cannot make his way at all He must rely on me. III. My Eyes He's drained another bottle Ignore him, it's the beer Remember how he used to be Keep that image clear. You owe him for the things you are No matter what he does Know him for the man he is But love the man he was. IV. His Eyes He's always saying something smart What a noisy little brat He won't amount to anything You can depend on that. But weak and worthless most of all Is what he seems to be He cannot make his way at all But he'll get
For Paul
Send me a ticket for Christmas. A heart attack makes me travel. Death and weddings are the only things that get me to Jersey anymore. So I will put up with an airport at Christmas. I will tolerate my relatives. I will brush aside questions as to me financial welfare, my moving back to Jersey, my estranged father. I will ignore taunts from my mother and sister. I will do this because of your heart attack Paul. Paul. . .That's all I've ever called you. Although technically, Grandpa would be correct. Of all my relations, I have never crossed words with you. There are no slammed doors, or angry shouts in our past. There is only cozy conversation. About warm coats, hot pies, good meals, pretty lights on the Christmas tree, and always, a piece of candy. I am here in New Jersey, away from all control. I am at their mercy. But it's not so bad. I am not as angry as I used to be. So here I am, in a room full of people that really don't like each other, and everyone turns to me. I am the br
LEO: The Lion in bed Great talker. Sexy and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at shit. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Loyal.Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Great when found.
Holding onto the slats of the stairway My face pressed against the wooden bars A prisoner, struggling to hear the warden I hear their yells and I know I am helpless Pain is memory's glue It's what keeps things important It places value on ordinary life. On my bike with a mile to go I take the back way through the wood They won't look for me there I see the fallen tree and know Before I see the five of them I am helpless Pain is memory's glue It's what keeps things important It places value on ordinary life It's Christmas and the house is full I have a room mate for the holidays As the light goes out I know I am helpless Pain is memory's glue It's what keeps things important It places value on ordinary life I'm half dressed in the middle of winter He's drunk as I'm propelled out the door I'm at a disadvantage Far from helpless Pain is my friend It helps me focus It keeps me creative and strong I'm in a strange land when the rocket hits I'm
On Mardi Gras, Hugh Hefner, And Exposure
Mardi Gras, certainly one of the most renowned parties of the world, where you can see all the babes, boobs, butts, and beers you could ever hope for. Where else would the Hefner limo be that week but in 'The Big Easy?' I found myself actually shaking hands with the ultimate man's man himself. (Great handshake by the way.) But this isn't an ass-kissing story to pay homage to the founder of Playboy. In the days that followed, men and women alike were captivated by the story of my encounter, and I began to wonder why. What is it about this man that appeals to so many? I decided that it wasn't the money. Wealth is more common than it used to be, and it still can't buy you charisma. No, the answer lay deeper. Flashback Two of my charming lady friends, (We'll call them Rebeca & Marie) were having a discussion about Victorian dresses, and more specifically corsets and the wonderful cleavage they provide. Marie, whose figure resembled that of an ironing board said; "No way, ain't hap
One Chance
That was it. The door is closed. You had your chance. I'm a one chance man, A true romantic. Anything can happen. Anything is possible. I throw caution to the wind, Wear my heart on my sleeve, I'm ready for anything. Except that. Except those words of yours that cut through me. Not like a knife, But rather like a branding iron. Which instead of leaving an imprint on the surface, Gouged through to my bones And scarred me, in the marrow. I may still enjoy your company, But you won't receive mine. I'll only give you what's on the surface. It won't be me. Or at least not any part that matters. I will never again expose my underbelly To that branding iron tongue of yours. You wounded me once, And therefore lose the opportunity To ever do so again. I should probably tell you all of this, But I won't. The old adage is true. Knowledge is power. And I'm through with giving power to you. It's a shame that this happened. I really did care for you. It's too bad th
Oh That Is Just Sooo Cliché
Can you believe that? What's your sign? Can I buy you a drink? Everybody's doing it man. As if. . . Whatever. . . A watched pot never boils. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush If you kill two birds with one stone. Why, there's more than you can shake a stick at. You don't say. . . A stitch in time saves nine. Well I'll be. . . Haven't we met before? Was it in Paris? If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me? Take a long walk off a short pier. Walk west till your hat floats. Get lost Take a hike Drop dead Don't do me any favors. Trust me. I'm not that kind of girl. But will you respect me in the morning? Who loves ya baby? Alice, you're the greatest. He's dead Jim. To the Batcave Robin! All righty then. Hey dude Awesome man Groovy Like, totally tubular. Bitchin Hey buddy, spare a dime? Can I take your order? You want fries with that? But of course it's true. I'm on the spot here. Would I lie to you? Here's to you.
I don't know what to offer you. I'm a poet, So you know I'm not rich. Any good looks I have, Are merely a trick of the light. I don't know what to offer you. I'd be your champion in war, But my warring days are in my past. I'd be your genius, But when I look at you, I know that will never be. I can't even offer you witty conversation. You turn me into a fool. In your presence I'm soaring, Flying, Falling, Drooling, Giggling, Dying, I'll be your fool. And that's my final offer. August
Ode To My Hat
I'm only a hat And I stay in my place Up there on your head Making shade for your face I'm only a hat The mark of true wit I sit slightly askew Just awaiting each tip I'm only a hat And my uses are many As to questions of style. . . You know I have plenty. August
Ode To Agnes Depesto
Part I. You called me on the telephone, But as you can tell, I'm not at home. Now don't begin to whine and moan, Just leave your message at the tone. Part II. You might be tired, you might be hurried, You might even, be scared or worried. I'm not here now, but don't you weep, Just leave your message, at the beep. August
Nothing So Original (rewrite)
It flashed for half a second Deep into the night. And I'll never know the reason why it came. This is the story of darkness And how it came to light Nothing so original Nothing so out of sight In darkness there is comfort In light you are alone. One extreme or the other. A combination of both? A tricky combination. Never quite sure where I stand. Darkness and light is quite a mix I go there when I can. When I was in darkness I didn't feel alone. It was only when the light came in That I saw what was my home. It showed me that when darkness came I just couldn't see what was there But what was there was nothing There was nothing anywhere. I've made my peace with darkness I live inside the gray. Just enough darkness for cover Just enough light for day August
Nothing So Original
As I walked through the darkness I was startled by the light. Not scared or uplifted, just surprised. It flashed for half a second Deep into the night. And I'll never know the reason why it came. This is the story of darkness And how it came to light Nothing so original Nothing so out of sight In darkness there is comfort In light you are alone. Does it have to be one or the other? Is there a combination of both? The combination is tricky You're never quite sure where you stand. Darkness and light is quite a mix You go there when you can. When I was in darkness I didn't feel alone. It was only when the light came in That I saw what was my home. It showed me that when darkness came I just couldn't see what was there But what was there was nothing There was nothing anywhere. I've made my peace with darkness I live inside the gray. Just enough darkness for cover Just enough light for day August
I'm the host, if that's ok. I mean if it's not ok I. . . Well I guess I can't do anything about it, So I hope it's ok. Since I am the host, I'd like to read If that's ok If you don't mind, Are you sure? I want to read about. . . My body parts and. . . My sordid relationships, And my under-active hypothalamus gland. But I won't talk about sex! Is that ok? I'm the host. August
Throb Of Life
Never **** With A Juggler
I was In the Army. (Hard to believe, but true.) My duties that day were to be on gate guard. I received a phone call from inside the main building, so I handed the gate key to my friend Doogie. When I returned, Doogie was gone! And sitting by the gate, surrounded by his evil henchmen, was my arch-nemesis, Stewart. Obviously, Doogie was called away, and the key was in the hands of one of these mindless goons. Things did not look well for our hero. "Who has the key?" I asked. "You're the gate guard. Why don't you have the key?" sneered Stewart. I was not about to fall for his little game. Before I had come back outside, Stewart had been bragging to his cronies. "Watch this, I'm gonna **** with August." "Stewart," I challenged, "Give me the ****ing key." (I apologize, but we really did talk that way back in the Army.) "Here!" cackled Stewart, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the keys point blank at my chest. Now nearly everyone I know will be happy to verify the
My Love
My love for you is like a chain saw, Rough-cutting the forest of my resolve. My love for you is like a train wreck, Determined to happen, horrible yet fascinating. My love for you is like a fable, The longer it goes, the more meaning I find. My love for you is like a gargoyle, Meant to frighten evil, but sometimes frightens all. My love for you is like a cave, Dark and dangerous, but exiting. My love for you is like a madness. (No explanation necessary.) My love for you is like a cancer, Eating away at me from the inside. My love for you is total, Just thought you'd like to know. August
My Best Time
Well, she wasn't eighteen She was closer to forty And she didn't have a body like a supermodel More like an aging housewife There were scars on her stomach And she was self conscious about them But I wasn't there to see her scars I was there to hear her laugh I was there to drink in her eyes I was there because every time she looked at me. . . Every time she touched me. . . Every time she called me love She made me believe That there was nowhere else on earth That she would rather be, Than in my company right then And I was nervous It wasn't as if I'd never. . . Just, not a lot. . . The wine was good The lights went off The music came on Dun dun dun da da dun dun Dun dun dun da da dun dun That song from Queen I think Dun dun dun da da dun dun Dun dun dun da da dun dun Under Pressure And the beat was playing havoc with my rhythm And the wine was threatening my stamina But still she called me love She kept telling me, In a hundred subtle ways This was whe
Muses & Love
Sometimes I lose the words. And I'm a poet. . . So it's not as if they're behind the couch. And you'll never believe that I'm swept away. When normally, the words flow from my tongue with ease. As if I'd been practicing for years. But you can't lie in a poem. This isn't rehearsed. I'm winging it here. I'm making it up as I go, But that's not quite. . .accurate. I'm not, making it up. I'm thinking it, I'm living it, I'm breathing it, I'm being it into existence. I'm writing it down, Because you can't lie in a poem. The muses won't allow it. And one of those muses, Is a six foot two inch tall, blond, German Dominatrix in full fetish gear, Who only visits me twice a year, and doesn't leave until she's completely satisfied. And yet sometimes. . . I lose the words. And I stare mutely into your eyes. Where in God's name is the leather fraulein when I need her? Because you won't believe in love at first sight. Not from a poet. Not from a charmer. Not from me. But
International Society Of Photographers Award
Awesome another award from the International library of photography/International Society of Photographers (ISP)
Long Poems, Short Stories
One man,…… one man alone stalks the night. Away from ammonic terraces and hallways Away from monotonous gestures of people that once knew the clouds Faltered and unseen this man walks through streets known and never seen the rain caresses his face, trembling along his jaw line but failing to replace his tears. Following the yellow painted lines to the long lost graveyards of the unknown he finds himself longing for that simple caress of the water to be replaced with her hand. The mother, sister, lover that he left to cry in her simple corner of solemn Willows kiss his brow while he lingers silently into his cookie crisp suburban legends to remember the dead. Soon finding himself waltzing in the local graveyard, midnight long forgotten and the rising sun as good as a myth. To waltz among the living is the only solace to be found in the glory of his death, the remnance of love’s memories are far but forgotten. Yet bodies stolen by stone pallets distill the meaning,
DO YOU SMELL THAT? A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one." Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely f
Mr. String
On the blanket, a spider had landed, Walking his little spidey path. I had no interest in feeling his spidey feet, As they carried him across my bare leg. So I held out the paper, a compromise, A spidey ladder, a spidey lifeboat to safety! But Spidey wasn't going for it. He apparently thought my leg held much more adventure. An anonymous woman snatched the paper from my hand. She held it for this fickle spider and he climbed aboard. And I thought; 'How neat.' 'She likes saving spiders.' 'She is having fun being a spidey savior.' Suddenly, she overturned the spidey-raft, And unceremoniously dumped spidey into a bush. Much to my surprise, she turned to me and said; "Yeeech! I hate spiders." August A friend of mine gave me a ring, And said that I must see the things, This man can do with only strings. "With string," he said "This man is king." This "King of string" was knot too tall, He was sort of stringlike after all. He said "Come on, we'll have a ball."
Miss Muffet I Presume?
On the blanket, a spider had landed, Walking his little spidey path. I had no interest in feeling his spidey feet, As they carried him across my bare leg. So I held out the paper, a compromise, A spidey ladder, a spidey lifeboat to safety! But Spidey wasn't going for it. He apparently thought my leg held much more adventure. An anonymous woman snatched the paper from my hand. She held it for this fickle spider and he climbed aboard. And I thought; 'How neat.' 'She likes saving spiders.' 'She is having fun being a spidey savior.' Suddenly, she overturned the spidey-raft, And unceremoniously dumped spidey into a bush. Much to my surprise, she turned to me and said; "Yeeech! I hate spiders." August
She said to me, "I want to give you a reason to come back." And I thought; That must be love, A reason to come back. She gave me a memory, unlike any other. But aren't they all? I came back. Planning to stay. I had my reasons. But she was gone. And I wept. For I thought I had given her, A reason to wait. And I thought; That must be love, A reason to wait. And I realize, all alone, Love has no reason. August
Letter From Exile
You asked for a letter. But what am I to say? What exactly is it that you want to hear? Do you want to hear that I miss you? I could tell you that I miss you. But that's not the truth. The truth won't fit in a simple single line. The truth won't look so good on paper. The truth is, that when you send me away. . . I feel relieved. I feel happy to be back in the one place that I'm comfortable in. The unknown. By myself, on my own. But that's not what you want to read. You want an invisible bond to link us together across the miles. That tether no longer exists. You severed the umbilical cord long ago. And I've long since given up on the idea of repairing it. You simply don't like me. Your mind is made up, and getting to know me won't change it. How I feel doesn't matter to you at all. So here's my letter from camp, Mom. Fifteen years late. I'm on my own and doing fine. With. . . indifference. Your son. August
Help! Come Vote 4 Me!
I am contestant in AKAMRS.T's Fubar Sexiest Diva Mama Contest and I need all My Friends Support To Win! I am Down Now! Come And Help Ya Girl Out!
A Lasting Impression
It's supposed to be easier than this. Your memory is supposed to fade, Like a photograph. My God it's been a year! Since I first saw you, Since I first touched you, Since I first spoke your name. And after all this time, I still remember. And there he he was. Jealous of our intimacy, Wanting to crack our code. Knowing that with every smile, Every wink, Every touch, Meant something that he couldn't fathom. And then you were gone. . . Quicksilver is not to be held, Save for a moment. No one understands Mercury better than I. But I still feel empty at your passing. It's been a year. That feeling should fade. It's supposed to be easier than this. August
Know Who You Are
From this day forward, Whomever dons the uniform is your brother. They are your family. They will understand, When you drink too much, Smoke too much, And even when you leap into a ditch, At the sound of backfire from a passing car. They will understand when you can't sleep, When you say; "I don't want to talk about it." When you bolt upright in bed, Sheets soaked with sweat and tears in your eyes, Choking down a scream in your throat. Be aware of these brothers. Even when the uniforms come off, And their glory days are long behind them. Be their brother when you hear them say; "Squared away" and "good to go" There is respect to be had, From all fighting men, From all who give up themselves To become a part of something greater. From all who survive. From this day forward, Know who you are. August
At The Table
Down to the felt. Don't bother to count your chips, You've been dealt a mighty blow. Excuse time; 'But I did everything right!' 'He shouldn't have done that.' 'I had bad cards.' Done now? There are other games. Other tables. This game appears to be too rich for you. Maybe this isn't your calling. Not everyone's cut out to be a gambler. Even if you turn this game around, Get off the felt, Grab the high stack, There'll still be other losses, Other upsets, Do you really want to go through that again? The dealer looks to me to see if I'm going to walk or play. I'm still licking my wounds. Maybe I should become a farmer, far less risk. Plowing fields, harvesting crops, dreaming of cards. At the table, I never dream of farms. Down to the felt. Don't bother to count your chips. I pick them up, Toss them into the pot, Blind. I'm a gambler, And I'm all in. August
The Kiss
It was a kiss straight out of a storybook, The kind you feel in your toes. The kind that wars are fought over, Quests are ridden for, Dragons are slayed for, Kingdoms are lost for, It was that kind of kiss. And now I know what breathtaking means, What desire means, What meaning means, It was that kind of kiss. It was the kind of kiss that. . . spoke. It spoke of beginnings, It spoke of possibilities, It said, "I want you." It said "goodbye." It was that kind of kiss. It was the kind of kiss that. . . inspires. It was the kiss of a muse, Of a true love, Of a stranger. It was that kind of kiss. It was that kind of kiss. And like all kisses, It had to end. August
Julie's Poem
So you really wanted a poem. O.K. fine, this poem is for you. Without preamble, without introduction. Because poets aren't any good at introductions, We're too busy pouring our existence onto paper, When the ink dries. . . There should be more. All the metaphors should have footnotes. Cliff Notes should print a guidebook to my poetry. How do you like your poem so far? What's that? Not what you expected? You expected the literary equivalent Of flowers and chocolate? Instead, you get a minestrone of ideas. An incomprehensible mix of ingredients, Put together for no other reason Then their availability. They were the leftovers. Like me. Because now we are apart, So all the laughter, tears, Sweaty nights, and frustrating moments, Are behind us now That door is closed, locked and chained. The last of your words ringing in my ears, With the slamming of that door. Without me having ever written you a poem. So here it is, your poem. Hope you like it. Can't talk now
Shorter Poems That Are Actually Poems
Yellow skies, black clouds And transparent arrows Pointing to a black hole The sun was dead. The moon long lost, it fell behind that sheet that some call god STOP It pains to see the world you’ve created, It’s shaming to know I’ve helped. Can’t we open our eyes? But then we’d have to see THEIR AFRAID, The monsters in the window Are seen with blind eyes. THEIR AFRAID, The clock is running out And the turning hands are growing, Louder YOU CAN’T PRETEND NOT TO HEAR YOUR ALARM Wake up from your shackles, It’s time for your nightmare He had a lot to say, He knew the ropes well. But he knew the
The Juggling Song
(to the tune of 'Turkey In the Straw.') Well I got a set of beanbags and I practice every day And I'm gettin' pretty good 'cause I can hear the people say; "He can juggle up above his head and juggle to the side He could juggle with a blindfold should he ever feel inclined." (Chorus) Juggle today, Juggle tonight. Throw things at your friends and there's never a fight You'll be glad you practiced all the time When the audiences tell you that you're doing really fine. I can juggle on the floor and I can juggle in a chair We can juggle all alone or we can juggle in a pair We can juggle face to face or we can juggle side to side We can juggle 'round another even if he's pretty wide Chorus Well I can juggle axes I can juggle magazines And I never juggle apples but I juggle tangerines I can even juggle bowling pins and other heavy stuff I can juggle flaming torches which is really pretty tough Chorus I can juggle on a mountain I can juggle on a plane. I c
It's Out Of The Way Now.
So she says to me; "You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" And I really had to think about that. Because I've crammed an awful lot of mistakes Into the past twenty-six years. Now we're not just talking, About when I shoved that copper wire, Into the electrical socket Or when I told my mother, What I really thought of her meatloaf. Those are pretty minor league compared to others. Like the time I asked my Drill Sergeant; "Drop what?" Or the time I let her kiss me, Although I knew she was pledged to another. I have made mistakes that have launched me across oceans, As well as continents. My mistakes have hurled me into as well as out of, Military service, broken houses, sleepless nights, And way too many relationships to recall, And this is the biggest mistake of my life? Oh well, At least I've gotten it out of the way. August
Call me. Invest a quarter in our relationship. Let me be secure in the illusion, That if you spend a quarter for me, You will gladly walk across hot coals, Just to be by my side. I can convince myself that if you call, You are reaching for me across the wires. Give me the illusion that I am being pursued. Call me. Call me. Invest a few minutes of your day in our relationship. This will prove to me, That every waking moment you spend away from me, Is really agony to you. That you could so easily set aside precious time to talk to me. Call me. Call me. For every call is an investment, A precedent, A promise. It says that we are going somewhere, Instead of nowhere. It says we are connected. It declares that there is a future On which we can sit, And look back on all those promises, All those phone calls, All those investments. Call me. August
But...we Can Still Have Fun!!!
HI......thanks for reading this.......I need to explain this to my friends........I am a absolutely wonderful man.....he is my ...MASTER...some of you won't understand is not what you may be is a good thing.....he is guiding me in my exploration of myself...and my pleasures........he keeps me focused.......helps me make the right choices.....we are friends above anything else......and that is what makes this a truly wonderful experience.....I am a strong independent woman...and giving him this control....empowers me!Feel free to ask questions.....I am very open about it.....I have much respect and adoration for this friend.....and I hope you will respect that......I can have but one don't ask me to disrespect him....I'm sure you understand.......I can ...however...still have fun.....but keep in mind...he does own my body...(what a BIG don't ask me to share it with you......take wh
Buffalo? Fuck. No one voluntarily goes to Buffalo. I mean, as a general rule. It's the type of place you are born in and don't leave. It's the type of place you go for a meeting when your client buys some shitty company there and then you spend the whole time you're in town feeling like you have the hantavirus and the only possible antidote is getting the fuck out of Buffalo fifteen minutes ago. It's the type of place that's on the national news every once and a while because some guy flipped out and killed someone at Wendy's or it snowed a lot again or they annexed themselves to Canada or what the fuck ever. But you don't get in your car on a sunny Sunday afternoon and drive to fucking Buffalo. It isn't done. Except, apparently, when it is. So anyway, I was having half a pack of jerks come in from out of town. My friend Joe was flying back from Seattle where he lives with his probably illegal immigrant Mexican au pair wife (obviously). Joe was tech
I'll Be There For You
When the creek gets high and dry And you've broken our canoe Well don't begin to worry Because I'll be there for you I'll pour the creek more water And fix your boat like new And it's just my way of saying Heather, I love you. When the road gets long and dusty And you've worn out your best shoe Without any hesitation I'll be there for you I'll sew your soles so nicely You'd think they were brand new And it's just my way of saying Heather, I love you. When you're feeling lost and lonely With no one to talk to Just smile, sit, and wait for me. Because I'll be there for you. I'll listen to your troubles Maybe tell a joke or two I love to make you smile because Heather I love you. You may wonder why I'm saying this What purpose could there be The reason that I'm here for you Is that you're always here for me I'll never let you down Just you wait and see And until we are together I'll be loving you, love me. August
How It Starts
And it starts with the peacock Feathers bright, strutting his stuff Flogger hanging from his belt Peacocks, the most ferocious beast. . . . . .of the petting zoo. So it goes to the bull Muscles rippling Horns sharpened, Flashing his knives amid his leathers. A little obvious if you ask me. Domesticated creatures don't do it for me. But it's hard to fear camouflage So my freedom is to go unnoticed The deadly spider. . . waits. It starts with your neck Tight in my hands A gasp as your breath is lost So it continues in your eyes The surprise, trepidation, fear. . . But you ain't felt nothing yet. The spider sits and waits Counting every insult Seething at being overlooked Revenge is the art of the spider. You're going down As I vary your torments Breath, pinch, slap, cut. . . Just a bit at first. I want you to realize your mistake. Nobody fears camouflage. But it starts. . . August
Happily Ever After
I wish I had a horse. Yes, It'd have to be a horse. Because then, I could jump onto my trusty stallion, And together, we could race across the countryside, After you. And you would see me on my charger, Obviously larger than life. And you would realize that yes, We should give this a shot. Happily ever after is an attainable goal. But I'd need a horse. It wouldn't work without the horse. The hero doesn't chase the girl in a Geo Metro. The stalker does, but not the hero. I wish I had a horse. I wish I had a carrier pigeon. Yes, that'd work. I'd send you a poem on wings of love. You'd receive it, and read it, and know, That we were meant for each other. Happily ever after has our names on it. But it'd have to be a carrier pigeon. Email just doesn't cut it. Because I was a geek before it was cool. I wish I had a carrier pigeon. I wish I had a kingdom. Yeah, a kingdom, that'd work. I could offer it to you, Risk it for you, Lead it into battle for you sword
The Guru
"you're a poet, right?" At last, a question I know the answer to. "Yes." Go with simplicity. "So then you know stuff right?" "Yes." What the hell, it worked once. "Great. What do I need to know?" Don't laugh, don't laugh. The coffee house steps are the new mountain. If he thinks that you're the Guru. . . There are worse fates. "What is it that you seek?" Solomon eat your heart out. "I wanna know how to do what you do." Ok Solomon, you can come back now. "What do I need to know for the open mic?" At last, a question I know the answer to. "Be confident." "Be brief." "If you can't be brief. . . Be spectacular." "Keep it simple" "If you can't keep it simple. . . Make your transitions short." "Remember your audience, Don't try their patience." "Believe in your words, Or no one else will." "And most importantly. . . When you're finished. . . Let people know." August
Grenades & Spam
Join the Army, be a man. Talk to me, I'm Uncle Sam. Every morning, with the sun, We get up, and run run run. For breakfast, it's green eggs and spam! Courtesy of Uncle Sam. I'll teach you how to shoot a gun. We do this after our morning run. Now doesn't all this sound like fun? To run in the sun and shoot a gun? Now in the Army, every day, There's a push-up game we like to play. And you can play this fun game too! How many push-ups can you do? Another thing we do all day, Is play the game "Grenades Away" Is it fun? Well I should say, It's always fun the Army way. At nite time after all our games, The sergeant calls us funny names. He says he has a great new game, Marching, marching in the rain! Just think of all the games we'll play, If you'll just sign your life away. Take my pen and sign today, And we'll play games the Army way! I do not want your funny names. I won't do push-ups in the rain. I will not sign. I will not train. I will not play your Arm
New Number
The Great Mike
This poem doesn't make any sense. This poem goes on and on. It's not really a poem. It's just senseless rambling. . . and thus defines me. I am the senseless rambler. The man at the bus stop who mumbles to the wall. The man on the strip who talks to the lamppost. They are all me. Only I am more fortunate than most. I am not in the buffet line muttering about turkey gravy. My audience has ag. . . No wait. . . That came out wrong. My audience has agreed not to throw things or lock me away. The Java junkies are suckers for endless babble in the name of art. Here, have a tarot card. Good poetry, bad poetry, songs, screams, creative filibusters. . . even empty silence. . . hell, even full silence. I could ramble on and on. No really. . . I could. Is it my turn? If it's not I could go anyway. I'M IN CHARGE! August
Grady Cooper & Rebecca Ann Kizziar
August second, nineteen ninety-seven Remember this day For this is the day of your wedding The whole is now greater than the sum of it's parts. Remember the love you feel this day. Remember it. . . When he leaves the seat up. . . When she's "in a mood". . . When he forgets to take out the trash. . . When she forgets to recap the toothpaste. . . Remember. . . you're a team. You're together forever, this is it. To have and to hold. For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, Through rain and shine, And most of all, All of those days that are only partly cloudy. Remember Rebecca, Remember Grady, When your partner deserves your love the least, That is the exact moment that they need it the most. Be slow to anger and quick to apologize. Speak your love often. Show your love always. And remember this day. August
G.o.p. Creed
I am a republican. A member of the American National Republican Party. Because I am proud of the organization I represent, I will always act in ways credible to the Republican Party, and the nation it serves. I will hold myself and my fellow Republicans to a higher standard of conduct, specifically when meeting those of opposing views. I will debate any issue on the merits, and never let a debate denigrate to name calling, or violence. Nor will I stand by and watch other republicans do so. I will treat my fellow Republicans, and my adversaries, with respect at all times. I will police my own organization. I will not hesitate to denounce a party member who has behaved disgracefully. For that individual represents me as well as the rest of the party. I will support free speech. Particularly when it disagrees with my own views. I will defend another's right to disagree with me. I will be open to new ideas, regardless of their source. I will be committed to being open minded, a
Golden Gifts
"you disappoint me in the way that you behave, and how you treat me." And I'm greeted with a slamming door. "Happy Father's day" I mutter as I walk away. My mind stumbling back across the years. Tripping flat. . . across each disappointment. The week before Christmas, Thrown out into the cold. No shirt. . . no shoes. . . no respect. What a disappointment I was, I survived. Even though you told the neighbors, And the police, That I ran away. What a disappointment. Every stumble, Every fall, And I can't seem to land on my face. And through this haze of resentment I wonder, Does the Chrysler building resent it's foundation? Does it dream of marble instead of concrete? Can this skyscraper admit. . . That without it's base, however flawed, It would crumble. Happy Father's Day My gift to you is silence. No retort to your slammed door. The last word is yours. It's over, you win. I'm the disappointment. August
There it was, The look I had been waiting for The expression that says "I anticipate" "I hunger" "I burn" She showed me that look And I was filled with an incredible euphoria But the look was not for me And it bothered me, That the pair of eyes for which it was intended Didn't see it Didn't look for it Didn't hunger for that look It was wasted August
Gifts (a Letter To My First)
The hairbrush is gone The first gift you ever gave me I balked at the time But I loved it It was my little piece of you Now it's in a landfill somewhere Covered with the teeth marks of that damned dog The sunglasses are gone, lost On one of my many adventures Two dollars well spent on a cheap piece of plastic Every time I held them I thought of you The last of your gifts Swept away by life And what of the gifts I gave you? As hard as I try I can recall only one My most prized, kept my whole life Entirely intangible Do you treasure it as I did? Or has it evaporated into thin air With the hairbrush and the sunglasses? August
Some people touch the lives of men. Some people take a stand. But I cannot touch anything, With my shadow of a hand. My presence isn't really known. I'm a dream that some recall. But I never really leave my mark, Not a single scratch at all. No home to keep, I roam the land. My footsteps leave no trace. Invisible, I haunt the globe, Still searching for my place. I once thought I was Captain. "I'm a buccaneer!" I'd boast. But in truth, I'm not out chasing dreams, I'm really just a ghost. August
People say I'm crazy People say I'm a geek People say I'm a nerd People say I'm a creep My friends say I'm OK A little weird but all right My parents say there's no way That I'll ever turn out right I listen to the radio I memorize the words I hear things inside myself That no one's ever heard I used to live inside myself Afraid to let anyone in I should have known that nobody out there Would understand just where I've been I read my books and poetry I understand them all I have built these walls around myself I have made them strong and tall I once thought that I found someone Who wanted to come in To share with me, her secrets And show me where she's been But just like all the other times It never worked out right We each wanted something different So we parted after a fight Then, there was someone else We needed each other as friends We keep each other inside ourselves Hoping it will never end I give to you the story of my life Laugh
A Funny Name
What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Then why does my name spark reaction? It's a common name, Though not for commoners. It is a name for kings and great men. It is a name of respect. Why then, do people laugh? The name itself means "to be honored." Why should that be funny? Is it because a month holds the same name? And if so, that's hardly my fault. Why should I be troubled? Maybe it's because, There are so many ways to say the name, Or a part of the name, And still have it mean the same thing. There's Augie, Gus, Augustus. . . It seems like there's more than that. . . I've been called so many things. . . But maybe there's a good side to this too. Maybe I can get away with all the things I do, Because of my name. "That's August, he's crazy, You can tell just by listening to his name." Now I admit that I march to the beat of a different drummer, And I admit that I have done, And still do, some crazy things now and then. . . But I
For Gail
Violets are violet Roses rose colored Reading your poem Has left me befuddled Now don't think I'm cruel Now don't think I'm jaded Your poem has left me A bit twitter-pated Can it really be true? With the linger and pining My heart skips a beat (And thanks for not whining) "Master August" you call me I blush at your praise (Better tell John So he'll give me a raise.) You know, of your absence I could never grow fond Come on April 10th Why must you take so long? I pine for your coos Tickles and kisses I'll try to make Portland To grant you these wishes Till then by my screen I will wait all the time So end my suspense And send me a rhyme August
From Michaela
You can't give me the sunshine. Although I admit you have a certain warmth. It's simply not sunshine, So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me moonbeams, No matter how hard your poetry ribbons try. They are simply not moonbeams. So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me rain. Salty tears don't quite cut it. They are simply not rain. So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me fire. No matter how intriguing your nipples are sometimes, They are simply not fire. So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me wind, Because you need it. So I changed my mind, I will stay, And I will see you when you pass through. August
Having finished my dinner, My belly was full of things that are impossible to pronounce, But it's fun to try. I opened my fortune cookie. For some reason I was hesitant to read it. What if this was the one true way of telling the future? What if all of our tomorrows, Were forecast on this piece of paper? I wouldn't have to ransack the morning paper, For my horoscope. I could end my search for a decent palm reader. I could stop trying to trans-channel Nostradamus. I would finally know your name. I would know our life. I would sleep soundly each night, Content in the knowledge That you and I are predestined for each other. I unfolded the fortune. "You are fond of Chinese food." So much for my future. Maybe I should enroll in chopstick school. August
For Fun
Roses are red, violets are. . . well they're violet. When this email arrives, be sure that you file it. Fossils are old, babies are new. Thought you should know, I've been thinking of you. Computers cost money, pencils are cheap. Sentiment makes you sappy, please try not to weep. Crayons are wax, tables are wood. Hope you're doing like me, 'cause I'm doing good. Prose is for rambling, and poems for rhyme. I like to do both, when I have the time. Writing's a pain, e-mail is fun. I hope you enjoyed this, 'cause now I'm all done. August
Party Near Franklin, Ma
It looks like I am going to the "brickhouse" that is 20 minutes away from my hotel that is in Rhode Island. Hopefully I will meet ya there if anyone is around here :) Ok...I am here in Franklin, MA out on business. I am staying at the Hawthorne suites off exit 16 on the 495. If anyone is near me, or wanna meet up somewhere let me know! I usually go to cole's tavern down the street from my hotel. I would like someone to show me around since I am new to the area. Hope to hear from you!
For A Friend
I tell you that I love you You tell me it's a lie Every time I try to talk to you You just break down and cry. I can't bring back the magic The feelings we used to share I try to tell you I'm hurting But lately you just don't care. Should I go on trying? Trying to make you see. Or should I just admit it? You're not in love with me. Breaking up isn't easy. I've heard this to be true. You walk around in anguish. While friends say you're just blue. But life goes on, or so I'm told Whether we like it or not. And I've found that it's better to live life, Then to just sit around and rot. So reader now I make a toast, To finding someone new. I hope that you are happy, And life is good to you. August
First Impressions
And she made me think of poetry. And yes, And she made me want to dance. And yes, And the music didn't matter. . . Wasn't there. Didn't care. And yes! At that moment I wanted to do. . . Everything. Make a statement, Rule the world, Seize the day, And yes! It was all possible. The cacophony of emotion, The plethora of noise, The wonder of all that is new. And yes. She made me want to grow, And yes. She made me want to try, And yes, She made me think of poetry. August
When I was fifteen, the Lord came to me in a dream. Which I suppose is a good thing, because if he came to me in a coffee house, I'd be significantly less prepared. But this was just a dream, however vivid, however real. He stood before me, and I have to admit that for a man of his years, he looked pretty good. "What can I do for you God?" Amazingly enough, God's pretty approachable one on one, and not as tall in person. "I want you to become a poet my son." God's got a deep voice. "A poet? God, come on." He most be joking, Everyone knows that God has a wicked sense of humor, right? How else do you explain the flamingo? "Gahaaad, I'm going to college, I'm going to be a lawyer, make my mark, be rich." "My son, you will become a poet, travel to distant lands, discover people and ideas wherever you go, and you will write, poetry." "Yo God, ya got the wrong guy." I've always had a problem with father figures. I think it's the whole holier than thou thing. Alth
I used to be a poem, to bring a smile to your life. I used to be a blanket, to keep you warm throughout the night. I used to be a teacher, to guide you on your way. I used to be a soldier, to protect you through the day. I no longer am a soldier, my rank and title gone. I can no longer keep you safe, or protect your little home. I cannot lead your son to be, the man he will become. As a soldier I found purpose, but now I find there, none. I no longer am a teacher, it's not my job to guide. My lessons all forgotten, cast upon the tide. My humble school was boarded up, of this there is no doubt. For I went to teach a class one day, and found, I was locked out. I no longer am a blanket, there's no warmth in me tonight. I cannot be a cover, to shield you from the light. I've been turned into a useless pile, of rags upon the floor. It happened on the day you said. . ."I care for you no more." You ran from me without a word, I guess you couldn't face me. And I didn't
You tell me that you love me, You tell me I should wait. Can't you understand I'm lonely? Don't you realize I can't wait? I think about you all the time. Why can't you think of me? Now we hardly ever talk, Using words like us or we. Where did all the feelings go? Why can't we bring them back? You tell me I need patience. But I know it's love we lack. I don't want to leave you, So don't force me to go. All the things I love about you. . . There are more than you could know. But every time I'm near you, You always shut me out. I thought I was the only one, That you cared about. But now I see my folly, And I realize I was wrong. I thought I held your heart of hearts, But you did, all along. You only care for number one, With that I can't compete. You love me less than you love yourself, And so, I accept defeat. Don't try to talk me out of this, I'm sick of hollow lines. I thought of talking all this out, But it's just a waste of time. I'm ti
Roses are red, Violets are blue. The computer was on, So I typed this for you. Flowers are nice, Chocolate is better. You've been on my mind, Thought I'd send you a letter. Or maybe a poem, But rhyming is hard. I almost decided, To send you a card. But I know how you'd whine, I know how you'd wail. I finally decided To send you E-Mail! I don't mean to confuse, I don't mean to beguile. I just thought this poem, Might bring you a smile. I'll finish this note. (I've been typing since noon.) With the greatest of hopes, That you'll email me soon! August
The Dreamer
It's easy to tell a joke to you, It's easy to sing you a song. It's easy to open up to you. It's been easy all along. You are such a puzzle. You're confused? How can that be? How can you not know how you feel? Look inside, it's plain to see. I know you're independent. I know that you feel fear. But please believe, and dream with me, And you'll never shed a tear. I'm not what you expected. I am a nomad, true. One thing you can count on, I am so in love with you. August
There aren't any dragons. Yes I know, It seems sort of obvious when you say it like that. But it saddens me, There aren't any dragons, And there should be. Young men should be able to rescue desperate maidens. Fighting the good fight should guarantee victory. Right and wrong should be obvious, Black and white, clear as day, Never murky, never confused, But of course, that's every bit as fanciful, As the notion of dragons, Far too often I am reminded, That this is the real world, Where the good fight doesn't always cut it, People don't always mean what they say, Fairness is not a universal quality. It saddens me. There aren't any dragons, And there never really were. August
The Death Of Poetry
Nobody does poetry anymore. All the good metaphors are taken. The coffee houses now serve chai. Guitars rule the stage, Inspired by fuzzy legged women. And I find it sad. I've met the beat poets, And yes, they were jerks. That was their right. I've met the coyboy poets. Out on the range, Coffee you can chew, good stuff. The coffee houses now serve chai. I've been the guerrilla poet. No mic, street theater, raw entertainment. I've been the warrior poet. My body a map of scars, The pathways of my life. Nobody does poetry anymore. Why quote Shakespeare when there's M.T.V.? The coffee houses now serve chai. What's up with that? I'm still a poet. Because I don't know what else to be. The empty page still calls my name, As does the empty stage. I am poet, Read my words. I am poet, Hear my voice. I am poet, Buy my books. (Just kidding.) I am poet, Know this, Even when I drink chai. August
Deadlines & Explanations
So you want me to write a poem, For you. Just who do you think I look like? Robert Frost? I don't write poems for you. I am the egocentric poet. I'm not an artist, I'm a smart-ass. Duh. . . You all have it so easy, With your coffee houses. . . And your open mics. . . Six different kinds of espresso, Not to mention Chai. Back in my day, We didn't have a French Press. Back in those days, If you wanted to read poetry. . . You had to take a jar of Foldger's Crystals, And go into the closet. And we would just sit there, In the dark, In the closet, Chewing Foldger's Crystals and reading poetry. And you couldn't come out of the closet. Because that opened up an entirely different can of worms. So let's get this straight once and for all. I am not an artist. I'm a poet. The egocentric poet. The insensitive poet. The "I write for me." poet. But you can call me an artist, If you really want to. August
Don't ask me to begin For I excel at beginnings I can get the ball rolling Set things in motion Push us down the hill. . . Don't ask me to begin For I love beginnings I love it when it's new Endless possibilities Countless paths to explore Don't ask me to continue For I don't know how The ball rolls too quickly It's out of control There's too much momentum Don't ask me to continue I'm too easily swept away There's nothing new The paths are closed It's the same old slide Don't ask me to end this Endings are sad Endings are a lack of possibilities They are closed doors The antithesis of romance Don't ask me to end this For I'm sure that I can The emotional tourniquet goes on too quickly I don't want closure, I want exploration. So don't ask me to begin. August
The Cynical Poet
If there's no coffee stains on the page, Then it's not really a poem. It's a note. I am the cynical poet. I'm reading poetry, Even though I'm sure that no one is really listening. It's not really a poem if you didn't cry over it, But if it rhymes it's still poetry, Just not good poetry. I am the cynical poet. The coffee cup is half empty. It just is O.K.! If it mentions your dog, Or your truck, Or your girlfriend, Then it's not really a poem. It's a country song! There may be poetry here tonight, There may even be good poetry here tonight. But there won't be real poetry here tonight. Real poetry, The kind that leaves you Feeling like the lemon wedge On the side of a vodka glass. I am the cynical poet, And you just can't find real poetry anymore. August
Could We Have A Moment?
Could we have a moment of silence please? For the seventeen sailors of the U.S.S. Cole? Could we have a moment of silence please? For George burns, Henny Youngman, and Victor Borge'. Could we have a moment of silence please? For the students of Columbine, And all the copycat killings. Could we have a moment of silence please? For the soldiers of Vietnam, The soldiers of Korea, The Soldiers of World War Two. Could we have a moment of silence please? A moment for the homeless, A moment for the downtrodden, A moment for the guilty. And while we're at it. . . Could we have a moment of silence please? For the downsizing of Microsoft, The relocation of Boeing, For William Shatner's career!?! What's the deal here? What's with all the silence? We say "shut up" as a bad thing, Remember? Don't you dare do this to me when my turn comes. When you remember me, Make some noise. So can we have a moment of patriotism please? For the sailors of the Cole? Can we have a momen
Not Happy
I dont understand anymore i try to look the other when certain things happen on here. But sometimes its too hard not too. Aww well i'm just blabbing and you know who knows what i'm talking about. LATER!!
Conversations In My Mirror
Two nights ago I got your message. It was obvious. A blind man could have read it. My covers were kicked off of the bed, And I was exhausted in the morning. It was as if I had been up working all night instead of resting. I knew it was a message from you. . . And that all I needed to do was to pick up my pen, And let you write it down on paper for me to read. But I was so exhausted that I overslept. Then I was late for work, And you don't even want to hear, About the day I had. Last night I got your message. It was practically in neon. I awoke at two a.m. because my arm was asleep. My neck was locked at an awkward angle. My pillow and blankets were all on the floor. It was freezing cold. I began to sneeze. This happened again at four. Then, at six, when I needed to be up. . . I slept the sleep of a man who has walked through a blizzard to stay alive, Only to collapse three feet from his doorstep. I knew that your message was important. And that all I needed to
Cold Comfort
I killed a mosquito today. Hey, it was him or me. Parasitic little blood sucker, Landing in my sideburn. Disrupting my search for the perfect pen. On instinct I struck. Slapping down my foe in an instant, I triumphantly viewed my kill, It was a ladybug. The word sorrow is inadequate, Remorse, regret, despair, Not enough to say what I felt. "I'm sorry." I said aloud. Remembering all of the times, I had been squashed recently. Misquitofied in haste, Presentation is everything. Cold comfort I'm sure, To my ladybug. Here is your epitaph, And I promise to be more careful, In the future. August
I have an orange shirt that I like to wear. It's old and threadbare and looks a little silly on me. It's missing some buttons and the sleeves are too long, but I like it. It's the most comfortable shirt I own. I don't wear it often and almost never when I'm out in public. I keep my shirt tucked away safely in the closet. Shirts belong in closets. A friend of mine had a lot in common with my orange shirt. Her name is Laura. She too, spent most of her time in the closet. Then one day, she came out. It was a big event, Gay Pride Day in Las Vegas. Laura asked me to join her and provide support as she ventured out of the darkness of her closet, and into the harsh light of judgment by her peers. I was honored to be her parasol. We arrived at the park and began to look around. There must have been ten thousand people there. We looked at the different booths, the different vendors, and the different people. I saw hundreds of couples holding hands, happy to be enjoying the sunshine together.
A Chance Encounter
It was the kind of thing that just doesn't happen. Which is what made it so unusual Passion is where you find it I always say Or at any rate I'll say it now After she came up to me, stopped me in my tracks, Looked me smack in the eye and said "Don't say a word. . . Don't give me a line, Don't even try to be smooth. 'Cause anyone can do that. I need someone Who'll shout my name from the rooftops Dance with me in the rain, Be the cavalier to my damsel Open up his heart and sing to me! If you can't do that. . . I don't even want to know your name." Like I said, It's the sort of thing that just doesn't happen. Now before I continue I hear you asking. . . "What did she look like? Was she hot?" And my answer is, It doesn't matter. I really couldn't tell you if I tried. The only thing I can say, Is that her character, her essence, her energy. . . Ignited me. And in that quarter of a second That it took me to respond I came up with at least a dozen songs That I c
Online Status Legend
Since my pc crashed a few months ago and I had to rebuild a new rig. My online notifications do not save for later uses like before and I do miss some of my old ones. The only one the hangs on is "PC failures suck!" LOL...great! So as I go along and add new ones. I'll add them in here for quick reference for all of us. If you go .." does that mean?" You may want to go here and it may be revealed. Unless its a fresh one. Then I will add it shortly ;-) Inside My Bottle = Home and online. Hit me up to call me out of it. Sealed Inside Bottle = Home and online. Please do not disturb. Swirlin and Smokin = Home and online. Smoking and up for BSing ;-) In My Rainforest = Home and online, but outside enjoying my patio or working on my plants. Will be back shortly. Magische Dromen = German for magical dreams. Sleeping. Cat Furniture = At my desk, but Suzail is sitting on me. May not type. If do its all catscratch. Adrift in Moonlight = Sleeping happily. Seul Som
Carpe' Diem
Well of course It wasn't my first time, Oh no, my first time was long behind me. But for some reason, I was still nervous. Desperate to do something, Restless for some action, I guess it never gets any easier. Heart pounding in my chest, Sweaty palms, Thoughts racing. What am I doing here? How did I let this happen? What do I do now? Before the first time, I would rush with reckless abandon. Desperate for climax, Always pushing my luck. Nowadays, I'm more careful. Regarding my scars as lessons, Rather than trophies. Yet, here I am again, Stuck for sure, Halfway up a mountain, Facing death. . .One. . .More. . .Time. He and I are old friends. He watches me with baited breath. Waiting for me to welcome him on. And for a moment. . . I consider it. Leap off this rock, Take control, Make my last act a determined one. It is a good day to die! I look back on my life. My only goal satisfied. If I have to go today, I can honestly look back and say: "My life has
Call Me Captain
Some forage through life, In search of a rose. And others are led, As if by the nose. The flighty, I'm told, Just drift in the breeze. No control or direction, They simply take leave. They're just tossed to & fro, By the will of the wind. Don't know where they're going, Don't care where they've been. And others, like me, Like to play in the tides. We sail our own ships, With the stars as our guide. We seek out adventure, Fortune and fame. Searching for others, To join in our game. Through fair skies or storm, We drink wine and sing songs. Loving each moment, Even when things go wrong. With the wind at my back, And my love at my side. I haul up my anchor, And set sail with the tide. So tell me I'm captain, Or tell me I'm mighty. But whatever you do, . . . .Don't . . . . . tell. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .me . . . . . . . .I'm. . . . . .flighty!. . . . . August
Building Blocks
(Partially inspired by/ stolen from, T.G.Spinosa) It has been said that hydrogen, Is the building block of the universe. Hydrogen is said to be the building block of the universe, Because it is the most abundant element in the universe. I disagree. Stupidity is far more abundant than hydrogen. Don't you hate rhetorical questions? Tell me again about short term memory. I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous. The problem with apathy is. . .never mind. I'm sorry sir, you have no money in your account. Yes you did just deposit $100.00 yesterday. Yes I realize that you haven't made any withdrawals. I'm sorry sir, you have to go back to your home branch. Yes I realize that you deposited the money at this branch. Yes I realize that your home branch is across town. SIR, you can't ride that unicycle in here. No sir, I am not changing the subject. You just can't ride that in here. No sir, I realize that you're carrying it. I just want you to know. . .What do you mean? "
He is dressed in black tonight. Black as the night. Black as sin. Black as death itself. He wishes his skin were paler. At night he dreams of skin so pale and thin that it is translucent. Anything to appear darker, Closer to the Devil, Closer to death. The "Charles Manson" look is in. "Dracula," "Rasputin," Anyone with long hair and a tortured soul. Anyone with a festering dark secret. He has a secret. A dark dangerous secret. One that makes him play his moves flawlessly. No sudden eye movements. Maintain a constant display of indifference. In the old days it was different. A woman used to fear "a wolf in sheep's clothing." "A scoundrel," "A cad." This is far worse. He is a lamb in wolf's clothing. Bambi in the Devil's suit. Thumper in Charlie Manson's goatee. All the while, hiding his terrible dark secret. That deep down, beneath the pale skin and demonic features, Under the snobbish indifference and acidic stare, He is really someone. . . THAT YOUR MOTH
Bitter Temptations
You make it so tempting. With your fascination for suffering And my ability to inflict it What a pair we would make I could take you to the edge And make you dance Make you scream Make you beg. . . Over and over again. I could take you Where you so pathetically desire to be. Except you won't be satisfied. No matter how close you are to the edge, For you, it's still too far. Kissing my blade Sucking on my barrel Feeling your lungs ache for air Not enough, not enough And I'd rather please you than hurt you So I do the former by way of the latter And yet you want more And the hands that snuff your flame Could well be mine. You make it so tempting. With you calculated ice. Your adolescent arrogance. I want to slap you And call you the stupid bitch that you are The kicker is. . . You think I'm impotent, Because I won't. August
How Old Were You The First Time You?
How Old Were You 1. When you first fell in love – 17 2. Got a myspace account - 37 3. Got drunk - - 16 4. Smoked weed - 15 5. Got french kissed - 17 6. Went to the hospital for surgery - 23 7. Got your heart broken badly - last year 8. Lost a pet -7 that I can remember 9. Got arrested - never 10. Smoked a Cigarette - 15 11. Broken a bone - 14 12. Went to a concert - 19 13. Got your own cell phone - 36 14. Got a speeding ticket - Never 15. Ran away -never 16. Snuck out of the house -never 17. Pierced other than your ears - None. 18. Got a tattoo - last year 19. Bought porn - Never 22. Totaled a car - I never did it, I was 28 23. Moved out of your parents house -18 25. How old are you now? - 39 26. Had a kid - 18 27. Lost your virginity - 17
Bigotry is the act of telling another, Exactly what and who they are. Telling instead of asking Preaching instead of talking Interpreting instead of listening Condemning instead of sharing Hating instead of learning Patronizing instead of loving Bigotry is ugly, And I am guilty of it. I have thought of others as "Job stealing wetbacks" or "lazy niggers" I have personally been offended by individuals So I struck back at the collective culture. I created them in my mind Hugely flawed, because I made them that way. I have been a bigot. It took another bigot to make me see. August
Because You Didn't Ask
Hey, that's for me. As if it made sense, As if there were rhyme to my reason, And vice versa. My birthday's on the twelfth, I'm ectomorphic, Little tests I've never studied for, Yet seem to pass. She drinks coffee. I guess I have my tests too. The joy of discovery, Tongues tickling across the phone line. Does she feel my presence? As much as I feel hers? The distance between us like the tide, Always moving. A little scary. A lot wonderful. The wind rushing past my ears. How'd I pick up this much speed? The thought of her beside me, Nuzzling my neck, The flash of her brilliant eyes, Here we go, No point in looking back. 'Cause hey, That's for me. August
August Finds His Purpose
Having just ended my brief career as a soldier, I returned to my favorite pastime. . . drifting. I was bound and determined never to settle into any profession again, but these things have a way of creeping up on you when you lease expect it. With little more than a years worth of freedom from the Army, I found myself enrolled in college taking an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) course. Ever vigilant in my pursuit to be "one of the good guys" I maintained an A average for the first time anyone I know could remember. Then came the day that makes or breaks all young EMT wannabe's, A five hour shift in the emergency room of a hospital. Being the victim of my own habits, I was broke again, and had to borrow nearly everything I needed for my shift: Lab coat, stethoscope, note pad, and a white shirt. But thanks to several classmates, my friend Chris and I arrived at the ER fully prepared, at 5:00p.m. sharp. Now I can't speak for Chris, but I was nervous. I had only been in the class
As I Lie Here Wondering
As I lie here wondering I can almost hear two ants Floating down the river on a twig And I wonder where they're going. As I lie here wondering I can almost hear two ladybugs Gossiping to each other And I wonder where they learned it. Every little thing Goes on In it's own special way As I lie here wondering. August
Armor Polish
So after all this time I realize That my parents got it wrong They should have called me Don Or if you prefer. . . Mr. Quixote I polish my armor daily Constantly ready to find causes Which surely would have been better off Had they remained lost But In I'll charge Blazing through the muck My sword of integrity held high Rescuing the helpless townspeople From the tyranny of the evil windmills And of course I won't win But that's not the point The point is I tried And that effort Gives me the courage to try again Instead of just letting those damn windmills win And when the villagers come to me and say "look at what you did! You come charging in here Armor caked in muck And now we have windmills! I hope you realize how much trouble you've caused!" Is it easier to let these tyrants alone? Not say a thing, not get involved? Undoubtedly But daily i polish my armor Until I can see my face in it And daily I ask of my reflection "How do I fight the good fight? H
Hello! I didn't think I'd see you this soon. Although sometimes I've felt as if you'd never get here. But I've always felt sure that we would meet. All the times that I've seen you, On the old slides of my father's. That strapping young man with his face in the wind. Never tired. Never weary. Any scars he carries are still fairly fresh. The weathered look will not be upon him for thirty years. I used to look in my mirror for hours, Searching for that twenty-something man. Hidden somewhere in my face. I never caught more than a glimpse of you, Hiding behind my eyes. . . Until now. In the reflection of my television set, I caught you watching me. You're different than I'd pictured. Your hair is longer and you have a beard. But the gaze is the same. The fascinated way you watch me, When you think I'm not looking. I can tell that you see me in you. Tell me. . . Do you look back at me in the mirror, Spending hours searching for the face you had years ago. . . As I
Conversations In My Mirror
Two nights ago I got your message. It was obvious. A blind man could have read it. My covers were kicked off of the bed, And I was exhausted in the morning. It was as if I had been up working all night instead of resting. I knew it was a message from you. . . And that all I needed to do was to pick up my pen, And let you write it down on paper for me to read. But I was so exhausted that I overslept. Then I was late for work, And you don't even want to hear, About the day I had. Last night I got your message. It was practically in neon. I awoke at two a.m. because my arm was asleep. My neck was locked at an awkward angle. My pillow and blankets were all on the floor. It was freezing cold. I began to sneeze. This happened again at four. Then, at six, when I needed to be up. . . I slept the sleep of a man who has walked through a blizzard to stay alive, Only to collapse three feet from his doorstep. I knew that your message was important. And that all I needed to
Let Have Fun
everybody.. lets get this started and see what creative movie titles we can come up with.. here's the rules.. think up a movie title(ANY movie title), and add "Between Your Legs" to the movie title..ill get it goin...continue to forward this!!! rocky between your legs it your turn to comment
I Need You
"As I am about to lie in my bed, I'm dreaming of your arms around me... Your chest brushing softly against my cheeks. I feel your breath closing in as you lift my face to give me your kisses...Oh, it is very difficult to live with you far from me.Please come and be with me... to stay forever..."
Security Level Changes
I changed the settings for the folder called "me in my leather" so that my friends could see it as well! Tell me what you think!
New Lounge
Hey guys, I just joined a new lounge and I'm hoping to let people know about it and join me there! Go to:
To Loose A Loved One
Good friend of mine today lost his wife in a horrific car wreck leaving him widowed with 4 kids. Live is too short, you NEVER know when your time or someone else's time is up. Hug a loved one, call a family member and tell them you love them. Call a old friend that you butted heads with. I can personally relate. I lost my best friend, my soulmate, my husband. Life is too too short. Dont hold anything back. You may regret it once its too late. Much Love....
Hands Held High
you can listen to this on my homepage... and you should, it's a great song Hands Held High Mike Shinoda – Linkin Park Turn my mic up louder i got to say something lightweights step it aside when we come in feel it in your chest / the syllables get pumping people on the streets they panic and start running words on loose leaf sheet complete coming i jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i’m dumping healing the blind i promise to let the sun in sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and jump when they tell us they want to see jumping fuck that / i want to see some fists pumping risk something / take back what’s yours say something that you know they might attack you for cause i’m sick of being treated like i was before like it’s stupid standing what i’m standing for like this war’s really just a different brand of war like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor like they understand you in the back of the jet / when you can’t put gas in your tank / and th
Well im not used to doing blogs but i am just bored and thought i would just right something lol but anyways someone unbore me please
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A Friend....
Every single time I think of you my teardrops fall like rain...... Every time I close my eyes I see your face in pain then i think "Am I the one to blame?". I know its hard on you to see me go but I love and miss more than you would ever know. Although I did not go to far I sometimes wish I was still there where you are. 300 miles is a long long way but mom I will be visiting on Thanksgiving Day. You are my life, my friend, my MOTHER and to replace you there could be NO other. Although I know we are miles apart, I still carry you with me deep in my heart. Please dont forget that you are the best each night you lay your head down to rest! Mom I Love You & Miss You Love Your Daughter, Leslie A friend is someone you should never let go, carry them with you through rain, sleet and snow. Hold tightly to that feeling of knowing someone cares and keep in your heart that they'll always be there! Dedicated to Michelle aka: shatteredtiger friend of 11 yrs
I ran into my EX and she had been swung on by someone.(got her ass kick) She had a smart ass mouth and a fucked up attitude. She was both sweet and evil. A true Gemini. Even though this woman made me want to beat her ass many times I never put my hands on her We broke up on bad terms fake court cases for domestic abuse and bogus restraining orders with her beggin me to answer calls. A fucking mess!!! Ironic she would end up with someone who really don't play that smart mouth nasty attitude shit. I wasn't happy at all. I acted like I didn't see the shit. Talked for a good 15 minutes gave her a hug and rolled out. The jammy wasn't fresh but you could tell it was a few weeks old. Karma is a bitch.
I'm straight 100%, I'm tired of guys e-mailing me. I don't mind if guys want to talk about bikes, cars, or other things. I don't even care if you are gay just don't hit on me or try to get with me. Girls are welcome to message me any time they want and about any thing they want. Thanks, Hotrod7
What The Hell...
Since I got arrested on Saturday because of my exbf, I need to gather 800 by sat the 8th to pay the rest of my bail back which was 1000 but was only able to pay 200 to get me if there is any way i can get help with some money that would be great.... I was seeing this guy from August till about the beginning of November and just recently broke up about 2 weeks ago. I understand why it needed to be done, but not the way he did it. He did it over the phone while he was in LA instead of doing it in person...i really thought that was a cowards way out. What pissed me off was that he was supposed to come back on Sunday. He had me think the whole time that nothing was wrong and that he would be home on Sunday. Well low and behold he had one excuse after another as to why he couldnt come back that sunday. So then he said he would be home on Monday, and once again he had another excuse and that was when he told me that we needed to be friends, get to know each other better, get that u
Sharing Personal Experiences/wishing Could Have Experienced
A >brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands. >When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions >at the entrance: >"You may visit this store ONLY ONCE!" There are 6 floors and the value >of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any >item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, >but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman >goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. > >On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads: > >Floor 1 - These men have jobs. > >The 2nd floor sign reads: >Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. > >The 3rd floor sign reads: >Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good >looking. > >"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. > >She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads: >Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking >and Help with Housework.
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Help A Girl Out!!
A while back, I joined Tupperware. This was to help take some of the pressure off our "normal" income, due to a surgery and meds needed by our middle child. They weren't covered by insurance-and still aren't. The problem is, I haven't sold enough and my account will be deactivated soon!!! Now isn't exactly the best time for that. Right before Christmas, is hard enough, under normal circumstances. So if you wouldn't mind, could you take a look around, see what we've got(lots of great deals right now!!) and maybe place an order? Every little bit helps. But as of right now I need to sell $182.56 in less than two weeks time!!! Can you help me do that? Maybe get a little bit of your Christmas shopping done early? We've even added some NEW toys, for those with children. If you can't order, perhaps you know someone who can. If so, please, please, pass on this link.Thanks so much for stopping by. Please pass this blog, or link on to all you know. Tha
The four seasons Don’t let your life fade away Like the snow in spring. Don’t let your self die Like the leaves in fall. Take the time to prepare your self Like the tree in winter. Let your self be reborn Like the leaves in spring. Now that you have started anew, Like life in summer, may you grow strong And may you never let the seasons of life Bring you down. Mike L. The Hunter For when you left me, the shred of a noble tear rolled down my cheek. For I was one with noble human feelings; for when you left me, my human side crumbled into the darkness of this rotten world. So the beast I was has re-conquered my human side. For I was doomed to be a hunter, a hunter of evil. For I have tried to live a normal life, I have always been rejected by the human kind. The bread between the greatest of vampires and a human being has made of me the perfect warrior. Roaming from town to town, I use my powers to save the endangered species, the hum
Fantasy In The Arms Of Nature
I lie perfectly still, among the grass and the flowers, the sweet fragrances wafting in the air, absorbing into my mind, the intoxicating scents making my heart beat faster. I moan in absolute ecstasy. This is where I belong. In the bosom of Mother Earth, from whence I came. I lie there listening to the quiet songs of nature, the owls whistling at me and the song birds, looking down at me. I see the deer walking carefully through the birch trees, watching the fawns look around curiously. I long for the touch, the intimate connection. This is my home. This is where I belong. I belong, in the arms of nature. I am a child of the rain. A druid child. I hope to explore the beauty of the world where I feel so much at peace.
People are liers and I can't stand it. Why can't they just tell the truth. I have this so called frined that lies to me all the time and I allow it only cuz I don't know what to do about it. This frined....we'll just call u BOB for now, tells me things nearly every day yet does what he saids he doesn't want to do. What do i make of it?? I feel he is just using me and calling it a friendship so he can reap the benifts I give him yet he is getting it else where as well. I have tried to talk to him about it but he doesn't listen. Then there are the rules and he is breaking them. I am so fed up with this shit! MOE I'm so lost and not a soul around. I'm awaitting my death slowly if feels. Alone I have walked many miles and alone I am in the dark. Fear light will never hit my face again for I am in hell. RAGE By: Romae Harvey I tremble with fear in my vains. I cry with tears like rivers. I hunger for freedom with locks on my doors. I scream with n
Blah Blah Blah
checking out Hastings with my 13 year old daughter, and 9 year old son. Saw somw little things from cartoons from my child hood. and my 13 year old looks at me and say "wow mom, i didnt know they had cartoons back then" i pointed to some things from even before my time and she was like wow was there actually tv before you were born.. lol i wanted to slap her.. lol i mean come on im not even 32 yet.. lol man some people here need to get lives.. i havent been on in like forever and as soon as i do people i dont even knwo start shit.. come on people grow up.. By Brittney K. Cook Remember when we were so in LOVE? I do, because you were the one I could trust. Remember when you would hold me tight? I do, I didn't want you to let go I wanted it to last all night. Remember when we use to argue about the stupidest things? I do, because when you got mad it was the cutest thing! Remember when our love was so strong? I do, because i thought nothing could go wrong. Remember when
This Is Going To Be The Funiest Night At Work
Last night was kinda boring ya know....Dead as a door nail and quiet as a mouse....But when I was walkin the floors last night lookin for time orders I saw a dude wearing an Ozzy Shirt then I started singing Mr. Crowley like 5 times....When I sang the song for the 5th time I was passing a old couple and they told me that I do worship the devil and I said no I dont I just like Ozzy's music....They tell me that Rock & Roll is the devil's music...Come on now were not like living in the 50's anymore....But other than that it was fun I think they both got scared of that song...One of my all time favorite Ozzy tunes along with Crazy Train =)....Anyways, it was a fun night after all....Just had to ignore their stupid ass drama bull shit =)....Lata people I dont know really where to start....Hmmm Lets say that my job is fun and easy going....Some people bitch and complain about their job....Boo fuckin whoooo get my drift....I never complain about my job at all....I just take it hour by hour an
Only 220k To Go!
She is a great friend who will return the love. Only 220k from Godmother! GamerChick *Chriz's muddie*~Member of L.O.L Levelers~@ fubar
For My Baby
anytime anywhere any place you could be anyone today maybe I recognize you on a crouded street maybe you take me by suprise will you be the one I had in mind there come a day when you walkedout of my dreams face to face like I'm imagining baby how can I be sure that your the one I'm waiting for will you be unmistakable people say I'm watching life through a glass desprately waiting on a chance I know you love holding on holding out for me but how we gonna know the time is right what if your here and I'm just blind there come a day when you walked out of my dreams face to face like I'm imagining baby how can I be sure that your the one I'm waiting for will you be unmistakable how can I know a song I never heard how would I know your voice when you haven't said a word how do I know how this will end before we begin there come a day when you walked out of my dreams face to face like I'm imagining baby how can I be sure that your the one I'm waiting for will you be un
My Ramblings
I feel myself falling deeper into this pit of anguish, only to see the truths that lie before me... Your words only for a small moment in my time eased this....only to placate a long known desire. Though this desire still reigns, your words now fall on deaf ears...Too long have i been victim to this , not only now but so many before you. Because of this, your so called words now only embitter me and drive me back to that brink of just what makes me despise your kind. The self induced hermit i have become over the years , from this type of rhetoric that falls from so many a place i find solace So now i must retreat, admit my flaws still exist, and lick my wounds that have reopened. And go on with a life i know is meant to be. Pulling away the skin that covers me, ripping and tearing it savagely from my being. I no longer can wear it, suffocating myself for too long.... I throw the remnants to the the ground piece by blood soaked piece ......The pain this creat
i'm a 28 year old mother of 4,i moved to texas from california,now if anyone lives in texas lets chat.
My Arms Are Open
At the end of the day Here I am Arms open, and still waiting waiting for you... Waiting for you to see the world is not all evil Waiting for you to see love does exist At the end of the day when the sun goes down Im still here, waiting when all others have turned away When the temporary fire she made has gone out When you've been burned by the flames of her lies When you know you no longer want to play and its time to take your ball and go home Its me you will find Home.... Waiting... With open arms, to heal your heart and lick your wounds When all else fails, its my shoulders you will fall upon and my arms you will run to Its my heart that will take you back 1000 times Its my heart you will break 1000 more but at the end of the day... Its still me.... Waiting..... With open arms, to heal your heart, lick your wounds, and love you like no other For, I am not a girl you'll love for the moment I am not the girl you'll love for a season I am the wom
Every Time, Always Something!
If this sounds like I am rambling it's cause I probably am. Had a long ass day and it's going to roll over into the weekend. My office is in Las Vegas. I spend my Monday thru Fridays there every week and fly home to be with my son on the weekends. Most of the time I try and keep it to a three day week and then back home. Well, this week I went out later in the week versus a Monday. (See, rambling. I know.)Today, was hell. My flight was supposed to leave Las Vegas at 8:00am and put me home around Noon. Didn't happen that way at all. Plane leaves gate 20min late, no problem, they can make that shit up in the air. We taxi to the runway and the pilot floors it, plane takes off. We probably got 20 feet off the ground and the effen smoke alarm goes off. Problem in the lavitory or something. Flight attendants going ballistic, they search the lav, nothing. False alarm. We go for another hour and the captain gets on the overhead system. We are turning back to Vegas. This flight should only l
God's Garden
God's Garden by RedyFrLuv With love and grace, God filled a vase With flowers of every hue, Around it, He set Some baby’s breath, Cut from His garden too. Once content, to earth He sent His bouquet for all to view. So that we might recall, The beauty of it all, He named it after you
Flames Of Passion
Flames Of Passion by P-Jizzle Kamai My Heart is on fire. In my madness, I roam the desert The flames of my passion devour the wind and the sky. My cries of longing, My wails of sorrow are tormenting my soul. You wait patiently, Looking into my intoxicated eyes You accept my passion with the serenity of Love, You are the Master of existence. One day, I shall be your Lover.
I'm Going Through A Second Childhood
I am no different than anyone else. We all have our pains to take, or children to feed, our food to find and to make the pain cease, but sometimes it's just not ready to obey and i must submit to a life of pain beyond what I've desired but if someone else were to be in one second less pain because of me I'd take it for them happily. The past is gone The time is nowThe future is not here Nothing is quite clear This is fine For this moment in time Because I can be patient and serene. Life flows the way it chooses And the ebbs and lows all have one resounding rhythm Deep within I have no fear Because what can you do to me What I already have happen In my arrears Time takes it's patience And patience takes it/s time It's all good This one last time And I cried, and cried, and cried and asked people why they even bothered with me? What makes you love me?" I'd ask, to, "I just do". I love only you. Now that often seems like a dream come true but when you hav

AAADD They have finally found a diagnosis for my condition. Hooray!! I have recently been diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D.! Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it goes: I decide to wash the car. I start toward the garage and I notice the mail on the table. Ok, I'm going to wash the car, but first I'm going to go through the mail. I lay the car keys down on the desk, discard the junk mail and I notice the trash can is full. Ok, I'll just put the bills on my desk and take the trash can out. But since I'm going to be near the mailbox anyway, I'll pay these few bills first. Now, where is my checkbook? Oops, there's only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk. Oh, there's the coke I was drinking. I'm going to look for those checks. But first I need to put my coke further away from the computer. Oh, maybe I'll pop it into the fridge to keep it cold for a while. I head towards the kitchen and my flowers catch my eye; they need some water. I s
Confederate Bombers
Come Help! The Watcher needs 50,000 comments to win a Happy Hour Blast. No Time Limit Come and join the best Family on Fubar. I promise you won't be sorry. Since joing the Confederate Bombers I had no idea what "showing love" really meant. CONFEDERATE BOMBERS ROCK!! COME CHECK US OUT ~CONFEDERATE BOMBERS FAMILY OF FUBAR ™©~@ fubar The Watcher needs 50,000 comments for a happy hour reward. Please show him some love. I know it will be returned.
Love Hurts
Love Hurts As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. RM
Why Lie.
I Put Something On My Profile
Ok my friends and family, I put something on my profile that is a poll and I did it a few days ago and what I would like for you to do is go vote on it, it's towards the bottom of my profile, so if you want to go vote on it, it's there and nobody has voted on it, so go vote on it if you want to, please and thank you all Todd
Blog Time
Hi everyone, Don't you wish sometimes it was easy to quite your job and find another one? After this week that is how I felt. Aside from that life has just been plain crazy with moving and stuff
Viper Pit
I have never lost a friend due to misunderstanding. Usually things are talked out. You know -'What did you mean?' What was that about?' 'Whyn did you say that?' All the norm!. However I lost a friend due to misunderstanding. The friend "Destiny". Very cool person, very cool! Please be careful of how you phrase stuff when you make comments to people you dont know, be sure its solid comment, not a comedic comment that will be taken seriously. No one really has any thing in common. Please, before you judge someone for what they said understand them first. As the old saying goes """Never Judge A Book By Its Cover!!"""
Just A Jotted Down Thought
I wish we could go back in time back to those precious unspoiled moments in our relationship,b4 doubt ever entered our minds. because if we could go back and start from those unspoiled moments once more. I would hold u alot longer, never miss a chance to tell u how much u mean 2me, and that i would never hurt u. But i know we can't go back to those days, I know i can't erase the mistakes. I can't take away the questions u must have or the hurt we both feel in our hearts. But i can assure u of 1thing......I LOVE U AS I DID THEN AND AS I ALWAYS WILL!!!!!! never let anyone take u from u, because it's harder to get u back..................
About Me!!!
every girls dream.. every girls dream is to find mr. right yeah u know my shining knight. does he exist . he is out there if so, god tell me where. i have gone through thick and thin but know i feel i am on a tail spin. i keep my eyes open looking for him but here i am hanging on a limb. i know he's out there somewhere you see oh god please bring him to me. i want what every girl dreams just to be loved as it seems. it's tuff being home and all alone and i am scared to come out of my comfort zone. so i ask you god, if you are there please help me find him somewhere. written by butterfly kitty aka Kacy i am 31 yrs old and i am a single mom. my kids are my life. every breath i take is for my kids. i was married for ten yrs to there dad. we have been seperated for well over a 2yrs now. i am not looking for a daddy for my kids, they have one. i am a waitress and work my ass off to support my kids. i am a very loving person, with a big heart. somet
For Someone Very Special To Me
They is a special place for you, deep with in me. It's a special place, where only you can go. You make my days so much more, give me something to look forward to waking up to. You have brought me such joy and happiness, not a moment goes by where I don't think of you. I long for the day we can be together forever, and never have to be apart. You are a priceless treasure to me, to hold in my heart. You mean so very much to me, just thought you should know, how very special you really are. Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA
Have A Good Weekend .
What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness? What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you. Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will. In times of trouble, In times of need, If you are feeling SAD, You can count on me. I will giv
The Taste Of Ur Kiss
The taste of your kiss Our eyes connect with melting powers Pulling us together no matter the hour… The touch of your hand upon my face Feeling the power of your embrace… Such passion and desire fill the air All drawn in, over that one stare… Moving slowly as our lips connect Everything's feeling so correct… They are soft to the touch Which I love so much… It taste like cherries And all kinds of sweet berries… The taste of your kiss is so sweet It really is a delightful treat… After the taste of your sweet kiss All I can do is reminisce… written by me.. butterfly kitty. aka kacy
how do u discribe ur inner soul when u reach climax? it a rush of tingeling sensations through out your body? it a massive displacement of your self control? it a feeling that burst in to a fire zone that cant be put out? it a total melting sensation through out ur intire body, that makes you get goose bumbs...? E..Is it an uncontrolable desire to share that climax at the same time? it a wet and gushing displacement of body fluids and really not knowing where it came from it a feeling of lust and desire so within ur own that u explode in to a frinzzy? it a twitching and squrming feeling that u have to get away from.. one that u cant keep going.... ummm what one suits u best? .........for me i would have to say B and D...
Love In Ur Soul
the feeling of love in ur soul many people think they know what love is... many people have found true love... then there are people who love for the wrong reasons.... love is a feeling not an act.. love is an uncontrolable emotion that is soul drivin to the core of ur inner is a persation of lust , desire , need, and comitment....when ur in true love ur soul , mind, body, and desire linger for the other, wanting to touch, hold , communicate, and caress every part of each others individual lifes... uniting ur lifes as one unit,, sharing and exploring together in unity..i guess the question is though, can love ONLY be found from the OUTSIDE/IN?.. ppl meet a person starting with a physical attraction between two beings.. then they get to know each other and build the trust and desire....does it have to be this way... loving outside/ in?.. or is it possible to love INSIDE/ OUT.. knowing someone before u ever lay eyes on them... wanting to touch and hold.. having the des
Luff Of My Life
i have a love of my life but he is like far far far away from pooor man doesnt know when i am trvelling to him or what but to keep him knowing i am here i ring him vissa well catch u up afffffffffa
this site is crazy I am addicted to it soo much fun and cool awesome people pon it please folks dont be a stranger keep the comments and luv coming I will return the favor much luv
It's Not What You Have
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they h
Vote For Me
New music on my page. Check it out & let me know what you think
Big Jc Blog
I HAVE A REAL GOOD FRIEND WHO IS IN A CONTEST ON HERE AND NEEDS SOME HELP. SO IM ASKIN ANY AND ALL PPL ON MY LIST AND AND ANYONE ON FUBAR TO GO TO HER PAGE AND SHOW HER SOME LOVE BECAUSE SHE DESERVES IT SHE NEEDS 10,000 COMMENTS TO WIN A VIP PACKAGE AND SO THATS WHY IM ASKIN EVERYONE TO HELP AND SHOW HER SOME LOVE SO PLEASE DO PPL SO JUST LOOK ON MY BUILITEN BOARD AND LOOK FOR THE NAME (WHISPE)AND GO AND SHOW HER SOME LOVE well i just wanted to say that im going to be geting married soon to the woman of my dreams well im workin on a few touchup on my lounge i just created today andi just wanted to get the word out and around so if ya want drop in and check it out and like i said its a work in progress so i hope you like it and maby you can offer me some ideas that would help me out anyways the lounge is called BOUNTY HUNTERS CLUB so check it out
Dear Reader
Fell asleep this morning around 5:40 - 6:00. Then woke up 2 hours later. I hate nightmares. I hate having them, and I hate that they exist... I hate it more that I've been having the same nightmare for about 3 and half years now. I'm sick of this feeling that I get when I wake up. I'm sick of the feeling that I get when I go somewhere new, and think to myself "hey...have I been here before?" Deja Vu... more like Hell Avenue to me... Is it possiable to dream up a place that you've never been to before... and when you get to that exact place, it looks just like it did in the dream? I think I need to talk to someone about this... I just dont know who I can turn to for advice. -JSkitzo™ The pain inside of me, Grows more everyday. The feeling of 'love'... Emotion's course... Is taking it's own way. I cant help this feeling that I have. I cant help but to feel... And I feel it, really bad. I'm sick of the stomach pains. Knowing there's a chance... We'll never be together...
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Realization 101 Part 1
Time for a new blog.  Time for a change of my norm.  Well somewhat a break from the norm.  Usually I sit back at just bitch about the things that are pissing me off.  Or things that I have been holding in.  Might as well not lie there are plenty of things that will be part of that.  However at this particular moment in time I am more in the zone of realization. So many topics just don't know where to start.  Ah what the hell here we go. The first random thought and situation on my mind at this givin moment is - Why is it that people over the age of 18 cant act like adults, but, yet they want to be treated as adults?  A few examples.  "The he said, she said Bullshit", "Not taking responsibility for their own actions", and last but not least, "Drama...Drama... And wait did I say Drama"  This vicious cycle is all pretty much one in the same.  However it does nothing  good period.  Some people just choose to live there not realizing that in most cases your never going to
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Just A Wee Rant
just woke up this morning to a beautiful site..last night i got off the computer and sat up eating homemade popcorn with my kids..we stayed up watching movies all night and finally all four of us crashed... when i woke up on the couch(not the smartest thing to do, yes im sore now), i looked around me.. my daughter was on the other end of the couch, my youngest son was curled up by my feet, and my middle son wsa on the floor with the cat.. it was so peaceful...reminded me of what i work so hard for, why i struggle the way i do, of the hard times we went through to get here.. i was filled in those quiet moments with so much love...i even got a wee bit teary eyed... so, when things get hard, and i'm ready to give up, this is one of those moments im going to think about..just thought i would share.. and of coure, it didnt last, now i must go and make breakfast because i have three children complaining they want bacon!!! lmao The way not to go about getting a tooth pu
I am a lonely soul in search of a mate, but not expecting to find. A wondering spirit upon the breeze, chained from the past left behind. While learning from experiences gone by, to not dredge that path again. Yet understanding the same may not be, I shall find out in the end. A passionate heart yet frozen to stone, dripping upon the floor. Emotions so deep run through my veins, locked behind hidden doors. Tears and smiles and glittering eyes, all expressed in a single glance. Defensive self to keep the control, yet giving others a chance. A gentle touch with an angry urge, within the dusk of the night. A burning love that smokes up the air, within my candle light. A smell of Autumn, sweat and nectar, that excretes from my every poor. I'm a playful wink, a loyal kiss, wanting to give you more. A mysterious longing, while wanting to be needed, an itch under your skin. A Perplexing thought that you cannot forget, while finding you here again. So
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How is it possible to still be this drunk the morning after?
Time fly by nowadays and everyday almost is the same as any other day. People change around me but I stay the same lost in myself. Not sure what to do, or if it even matters if I try anymore. But I still have hope for better times but just not sure when those times will come. Hopefully they come tomorrow or maybe the day after that. There is nothing to gain by feeling down most of the time, or maybe sadness is something to gain? Well hopefully soon enough though I will find something that gives some happiness again. Since feeling down just stats to getting old. Just doing the same things over and over, just ain't feeling any fun anymore. Just makes me feeling bored but still I continue doing it, because I can't find anything else to do. If I just knew what I wanted to do with my life instead of going from one day to another just waisting my time. All I'm left with is dreams that just seams impossible to ever being able to accomplish. Well maybe because I aim real
Stupid Fucking Drunks
man yesturday just wasnt my day... first i almost got into an accident that morning cause my truck is a piece of shit which i blame on my alcoholic piece of shit ex... then that same truck fucking blew up on me after going to get my man from polk city.. i mean litterally blew the fuck up.. then i called my ex bitching at him cause he gave me the fucked up truck when he knew id be driving his kids and shit around with me and he took my brand new truck for me cuase hes pissed im now happy... then the fucking prick wants to get the nerve to tell me hes going to come over and beat my ass and my mans ass.. he did come over drunk off his ass but the only one who got there ass whooped was him.. my baby laid him out twice and when the cops were called noone went to jail cuase we saved both guys but even the cops said ( smiling no doubt ) that mark deserved it and that thats what stupids drunks get.... sorry about airing all that out but it had to be done.. for me lol.. later bitches XOXOX
Love, Me
WE HAD QUITE THE DISCUSSION OVER THIS SONG. IT SEEMS I WAS CORRECT BUT DID NOT KNOW WHO THE ARTIST WAS, TRIED TO SAY THE NAME OF THE SONG WAS CALLED LOVE ME..... WELL AS YOU ALL SEE IT IS CALLED LOVE ME..... I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three. Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. he said, "boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago, Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but i loved your grandma so." We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together. Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever. But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead Of her, i found this letter, and this is what it said: If you get there before i do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through; I don't know how long i'll be. But i'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till i see you again, I'll be loving you. love, me. [these lyri
Playing Games In Dating
Why do people play headgames all the time especially while dating? I have always gone by the saying," Do unto other's as you would like them to do unto you." Or "honesty is the best policy." I do not understand the need to "string someone along," when I am sure that you would not like it yourself. The dating scene would be so much easier and life would be so much easier if people would just treat other people with respect. I do not know about other people, but I can handle rejection a whole lot easier if I am just told up front of someone's opinion rather than it drag on and made to fell like a nuisence. Does anyone else feel this way??
Movie Reviews
Kraken- Tentacles of the Deep 2006 Director: Tibor Takács Writers: Nicholas Garland (co-writer) Sean Keller (written by) Actors: Charlie O'Connell ... Ray  Victoria Pratt ... Nicole Kristi Angus ... Jenny  Cory Monteith ... Michael Jack Scalia ... Maxwell Odemus  Aleks Paunovic ... Ike  Nicole McKay ... Kate  Michal Yannai ... Sally  Mike Dopud ... David  Emy Aneke ... Principal  Elias Toufexis ... Keith  Christa Campbell ... Emily Nene rating :5 (on a 1-10 scale) I wasted $4 renting this dumb movie and It totally sucks. The special effects looked cheap and cheesy. The characters were not easily relatable. The basic plot of this movie is this. Ray watched the Kraken kill his parents when he was a boy. When he is grown he wants to seek revenge on the giant squid. He teams up with an archeologist names Nicole to try to find the thing while she searches for the
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You Don't Know Me At All
As I sit here and write this i wonder if you'll read it. I wonder if you even care to know me. I cry, I bleed, I feel, I care. Sometimes it doesn't seem that way, and sometimes it's something else. People always worry about what's going on in their life, and believe they are neglected by the ones they love. They haven't come to realize that people show their love differently. It's not an end all be all. My life is complex and intertwined. I've put off most of my life things I've wanted to do. I'm trying to find a balance in everything I do. Yet feelings of neglect and regret come over oneself. Can't you just see I'm one person, trying to make it all work. If you love something you let it go because you love them, and it's wrong to hold it back. If the love returns, it's yours forever. They have learned to love you for who you are, and not what they want you to be. If they never come back, it wasn't your love to keep. Look into my baby blues, do you see yourself in there?
Rain / Sunshine
It is raining... now. I like it when I'm cosy, warm and don't have to go anywhere... This is a home-type rain. I like it when I'm sad, walking in the rain without an umbrella helps me hide my tears... And the dull weather suits my mood. Seems that the sky is crying with me and knows my pain. This is a friend-type rain. I like it after a long drought. The smell of rain is great then and it is so expected and needed. This is a refreshing rain. I like it first time in spring. It washes the grumpy snow away and helps the grass get green and is usually mild and warm. This is a greening and washing rain :p Any more rains YOU like?
Don't You Just Hate It? ? ? ?
1). Don't you just hate it ...When someone posts pics labeled NSFW ...and the show nothing (maybe the waist band of a pantie)I'm talking about the ones that could not get a teenager with raging hormones excited. 2). Don't you just hate it ...The "Me in the Shower" Pic ... lets get with it folks ... it's old news. 3). Don't you just hate it ... When you find a profile with the most Sexual title you could find (that include but not limited to words like: Naughty, Sinful, fornicated, sexaholic, Your next wet dream ...) Like the old saying goes ... "If you talk the talk... don't post pics that are too mild for DEFAULT. 4). Don't you just hate it ... When you open a new profile that has caught your eye or intrest, you read the profile, rate it, Fan it.. and open the pics and EVERYTHING IS SET TO PRIVATE. Lets face it ladies ... if general pics are that private you should be in a convent not on FUBAR. 5).(This is one of my PET PIVES) Don't you just hate it ... When you meet
Men's Answer To Maxine!!
Men's answer to Maxine. We knew it was going to happen, but we just didn't know when. Here it is, men's answer to Maxine! MAX Men strike back! How many men does it take to open a beer? None. It should be opened when she brings it. ------------------------------------------------------------ Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman? Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you. ------------------------------------------------------------ Why do women have smaller feet than men? It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows Them to stand closer to the kitchen sink. ------------------------------------------------------ ------ How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart? When she starts a sentence with "A man once told me..." ------------------------------------------------------------ How do you fix a woman's watch? You don't. There is a clo
Hearts And Thoughts They Fade Away
I started crying about an hour ago... about stupid stuff... Missing my ex Missing a friend who is leaving soon a friend coming back to a home i have left So i have been cryin and cryin and cryin then i realized the trend of why Separation, Missing, and loss each time then i linked it... tomorrow is the anniversary of the day i watched my best friend get killed. about 5 years ago Its funny how PTSD manifest itself Sigh.. its funny having a night like last night then a day like today Oh well but unfortunately i cant focus on the good...really good... surprisingly good cause of personal reasons.. and the nap didnt help get me out of the funk Soooo what to do what to do... i got an idea..but it will have to wait for later tonight. In the interim I will listen to Hannah Montana... What???? Damn my blog addiction... but mumms cost too much SO just got off the phone with my exes mom... AND GUESS WHAT My ex and my stalker broke up... Th
Albert Einstein
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity. Albert Einstein
Mime In The Zoo
A Mime in a Zoo One day an out of work mime is visiting the zoo and attempts to earn some money as a street performer. As soon as he starts to draw a crowd, a zoo keeper grabs him and drags him into his office. The zoo keeper explains to the mime that the zoo's most popular attraction, a gorilla, has died suddenly and the keeper fears that attendance at the zoo will fall off. He offers the mime a job to dress up as the gorilla until they can get another one. The mime accepts. So the next morning the mime puts on the gorilla suit and enters the cage before the crowd comes. He discovers that it's a great job. He can sleep all he wants, play and make fun of people and he draws bigger crowds than he ever did as a mime. However, eventually the crowds tire of him and he tires of just swinging on tires. He begins to notice that the people are paying more attention to the lion in the cage next to his. Not wanting to lose the attention of his audience, he climbs to the top of his cage, crawl
10 Things I Learned About Love
Hi All! As I was rating one of my friend's pics, my computer went "nutso"! Sooooooooo, to everyone who has rated me today, I am sorry for not being able to return the love thus far! But, rest assured, I will get back to you sometime today! Please accept my sincerest apologies!
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When The World Falls Away
Life is a riddle, much we don't know, where will we run to, where nobody knows, the hurt in our heart, and all the loss in our soul, no one to guide us, we face the unknown, as we walk in the darkness, we are never alone, we are all on this journey, and our paths sometimes meet, just getting to know you, a gift I'll cherish so sweet, keeping you right here inside me, safe and warm, we will be forever together, When The World Falls Away...
What Things You Want To Know About Me
Me being a member of the Army National Guard and just having gotten back from Afghanistan (Yes I got shot at and had an IED go off near us amongst other things)what do you think about the Military in general and about the war going on overseas? All my friends and Fans send me some mail I love to read mail and make it interesting mail at that... In here you can ask me any questions you want to. I am not shy and will answer to the best of my abilities. Anything goes so ask. You have my email here or you can ask me on my regular email (which gets checked all the time) @ this is my Yahoo email and Yahoo messenger ID.
Well, I have decided to go back to my parents house for a few months. #1 reason is they are in their 70's now and limited mobility. so they need me to be around and help them with stuff. #2 my current room mate (after a couple years) is not all that great. i like the guy but he has way to many habits I cant live with any more. A - smoking nothing against smokers, but it affects my health way to much breathin in his smoke. B - big whiskey tooth. every day / night a full bottle gone. I drink, but not like that. he cant go one day without whiskey. C - hes a slob I am tired of cleaning up after him. I come home from workin 8-12 hours and the last thing I want to do is clean up his messes. dishes from the night before he said he would do. I sweep, mop, vacuum the floors when i can, but I need him to also. added to that, when he washes dishes, I have to do them over again. food still on the dishes. I guess I should have seen this before my 2nd year of living here
Help all what is the best way to help relieve the pain of a toothache as I have been popping pills left and right
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