Can you see my grin?

I'm sure you can! I'm typing from my brand new iPad mini..... And it is awesome. I think I'm in love!!!


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No Matter

I want to go back to my younger self, and talk some sense into her... ya know, tell her the way it is.  How so much time can be and is wasted on what could have been, or on what should have been... or even, what is.  There's a harsh truth to face, there's no way you can make it alone.  But, how do you trust another when you're afraid...?  When it seems people are only interested in their own agenda's... and nothing you can ever do, will make a difference.  But then, I always remember that pesky thing, that thing that screws me and saves me all in one... Hope....a good thing, the best of things... and no good thing ever dies. ----- I hope.

over. it.

Overwhelmed doesn't even begin to describe where I am.  My response?  I'm gonna get shitfaced! It doesn't happen very often... document this one folks!  See ya on the other side!

Second Hand

.....Tiny thoughts spin with the force of a web;
incredibly -- unavoidably -- secretly.....

When I sway to crazy

The clock ticks, like tooth decay

Over the course of a year, yet...

That ain't the worst of it;

                                          In her arms, I am home.

music in the storm

Saturday Night Special

Beer, Eminem, and Poetry  I'm approaching the anniversary of the day my life came to a screeching halt. Life is a weird sort of thing... (I'm getting ready to start my second semester of school... because of this I've let go of the notion that my job screwed me over)... But the norm... just cruising along, hiding out... just maintainin'.  THEN, suddenly... destiny takes a hand, if it's meant to.  At least, that's what I'm tellin myself.  What's meant to be, will.  My will hasn't been that good anyway, for most of my life.... so what the hell????

although.... on second thought.... my little perverted mind has to go here.  A good screw will have a fantastic ending, right??? Sooooo.... perhaps the asswipes at my prior job did screw me, and good...  HA! (at least I amuse myself!)

Steps

! Ya know...
!  I could accept it...
!  if you didn't except it first:
                                              .....................

The Poem That Never Was

The first of June blast through
the thoughts lost, or just
the moment that never was
or ever will be, more than a few

smiles of smokey dreams
of dandelion wishes,
where the well turned into,
"Oh Well!"  A wasted scheme

from a moment or two
of words shaken free
on the whim of the wind,
dead upon the beautiful hue

                                    of a new day . . .

A winter's summer day

This is what you do when it's 70 in January.


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Licking the Sun

It's amazing what a warm day of sun can do!  I literally felt the depression, seated deep in my bones moving toward the surface, and out of my pores... vaporizing into thin air!  In a matter of hours I've gone from feeling the "nothing matters anymore, fuck you" blues, to "LIFE IS GREAT and everything little thing is gonna be alright" bliss!  Today, I am grateful for sunny days!!!! (Hope it's enough to get me through the next 3 rainy ones!)

More tattoos

VERY rough sketches of my ideas... Which idea is best????








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Passing Afternoons

This song has been dancing through my thoughts A LOT lately....

Thank you

Thank you Real Girl! (for everything, my feelings are less intense)  and... I am ready! --  I can't wait!!!!  :)

New tattoo

This is a rough sketch of an idea for a new tat. Thoughts?


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The State of Affairs

I miss the ol' 7-Eleven
that stood down the road
despite the crap it sold
--or simply just because;

The slurpee without warning
would freeze the brain
when gulped like dope.

 And 

the cigarette smokers
clogged my senses
as they gossiped about the latest offenses.

The fresh brewed coffee
sometimes overdone, but taste like candy

when


filled with cream and sugar 
warming my soul like jingling gold.
The doors are now locked, like a prison
from the inside out, where its lovers

remain trapped; But --without the crap. . .

or

the possibility of parole,

ever.

tired

the warmth of the spirit
from yesterday's memory
runs down the thoughts,
numbing the pain
chasing the shame
to the corner of the room
where the light switch
is turned down, like sheets
waiting for the weary to rest.



(a drunken poem)

Lies

When the storm comes, she spits and pisses

if one single drop falls upon her delicate flesh

like a Kim Kardashian who believes the hype

of a million lies, simply because her spoon is bigger,
                                                                      
                           than most.

My lasts...

One of many lasts I've documented for 2012... My last shower.  I'm not sure why I feel compelled to document so many different things today.  I guess, because 2012 brought so many changes to my life... and 2013 seems to be bringing many more.  Change is hard!!!

My Life

My entire life is about to be turned upside down... and I have no one to talk to about it.  Kind of sucks, but it is what it is... and that's kinda really the way it has always been.  So, life goes on: like it or not.  I am strong, and I WILL endure!!! ---- Luckily, there are good things to come...

InUnDate

Funny thing about days--
they bleed into the night, and repeat
with a vicious symphony of endless
chords that breaks then betrays;

never before, only after

a grand introduction, reduced to a clatter

filled with promises, not fulfilled: 

can't or won't, I don't know which, and

what the hell does that matter?

it hurts, just the same

where the winters grass or the leafless trees
lay naked, shivering in the night
where the light had once been,
dying in the midst of the deep freeze

where the nights bleed into the days

with a vicious symphony of endless

chords that breaks then betrays

as the sound of the frost falls across

my soul; like the sound of glass

falling from careless hands.