An ode to my Blog!!
Bleh!!
I write, I read, I think she is neat,
We laugh ,we cry, she sings me a lullaby
More than she will ever know …my friend my instinct,
Of the homeless me she is my home.
My space in space, my virtual shoulder (to cry on)
My bomb shelter, my inspiration…
Keeper of a thousand me
Unquestioned devotion…for no charge or fee!!
My heart, my art, my all…
Yeeeehhhaaaa!!
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If Reality bites, are my dogs not real ? is mom the only reality I feel ?
The bites don’t scar , just hurt in the moment, and taint for life.
If reality bites, then does it explain the pain I feel , when I feel nothing?
When I know its right and no ones else does?
When I see it blurred and all clear?
When thoughts I see like words forming in clouds, in my head?
When disgust I feel, at a theme so mean
-At a heart so clean, a face with stubble and a being so large, with a mind so little!!I guess! Yes!!
If Reality Bites!!
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a butterfly , a paper weight, a champion at solitaire
Loves to bake, stay up late, and gossip about the neighbor’s babe
To take a walk, to share a book …a ear to speak to , a shoulder to cry on .
cash crunch to easy, no liquor too cheap, why not get a earring together??
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A nose ring, a pony tail , and a flutter in the stomach
A conversation worth its weight in gold, and another with nothing to hold
Pouring my self into a wine glass, slowly, and steadily,
Not wanting to burst the bubbles, not wanting to make new ones…
The words like rhymes were spoken in riddles, twisted and wound, and yet spoken so clearly!!
A fear, a joy and a desire to feel
Of words not spelt, and much more spelt wrong!
Of raw nerves, exposed wires and bad connections…a story to build
To write it as it is , is to sin, cause nothing is ordinary, and nothing more complex!!
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Glass shelves –
shatter and fall
After they hold it all.
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this is some of the stuff i had written on my old blog...needed to relocate them as that one is to be renovated ... new stuff willhave to wait a while!!
Bleh!!
I write, I read, I think she is neat,
We laugh ,we cry, she sings me a lullaby
More than she will ever know …my friend my instinct,
Of the homeless me she is my home.
My space in space, my virtual shoulder (to cry on)
My bomb shelter, my inspiration…
Keeper of a thousand me
Unquestioned devotion…for no charge or fee!!
My heart, my art, my all…
Yeeeehhhaaaa!!
---------------------------------------
If Reality bites, are my dogs not real ? is mom the only reality I feel ?
The bites don’t scar , just hurt in the moment, and taint for life.
If reality bites, then does it explain the pain I feel , when I feel nothing?
When I know its right and no ones else does?
When I see it blurred and all clear?
When thoughts I see like words forming in clouds, in my head?
When disgust I feel, at a theme so mean
-At a heart so clean, a face with stubble and a being so large, with a mind so little!!I guess! Yes!!
If Reality Bites!!
---------------------------------------
a butterfly , a paper weight, a champion at solitaire
Loves to bake, stay up late, and gossip about the neighbor’s babe
To take a walk, to share a book …a ear to speak to , a shoulder to cry on .
cash crunch to easy, no liquor too cheap, why not get a earring together??
---------------------------------------
A nose ring, a pony tail , and a flutter in the stomach
A conversation worth its weight in gold, and another with nothing to hold
Pouring my self into a wine glass, slowly, and steadily,
Not wanting to burst the bubbles, not wanting to make new ones…
The words like rhymes were spoken in riddles, twisted and wound, and yet spoken so clearly!!
A fear, a joy and a desire to feel
Of words not spelt, and much more spelt wrong!
Of raw nerves, exposed wires and bad connections…a story to build
To write it as it is , is to sin, cause nothing is ordinary, and nothing more complex!!
---------------------------------------
Glass shelves –
shatter and fall
After they hold it all.
---------------------------------------
this is some of the stuff i had written on my old blog...needed to relocate them as that one is to be renovated ... new stuff willhave to wait a while!!
posted by succubus at 4:00 PM
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