Redlotus68

2012-02-06T17:05:00.001-08:00

I just switched to this for mobile blogging!

Betwixt

2012-01-31T19:53:00.000-08:00

At the juxtaposition of politics, art, and crime, we derive passionate nourishment whose voice resonates within and relieves the heavy sadness that drained my spirit when worship of love left my soul empty like a tattoo on my heart with its black ink indelibly impressing undesirable fate whose possession unnamed while moments are as smoke drifting away on the air like memories not retained since mourning cleansed the overburdened conscience...

Depths of Love

2012-01-31T07:46:00.001-08:00

Aaahhh...rapturous beast of beauty
Peer into my window thrice with lust
Your young, wild-eyed love leaves me ecstatic infinitely
Chained and impassioned, this transcends my austerity
Oh, send me over and over again into the deepest blue of your ocean that I might swim toward your open arms and be safe again.
Love me and leave me, but never let me go.

Forbidden Passion

2012-01-22T09:34:00.001-08:00

The sky was clear that day in L.A. In all of my 21 years of living, I had grown accustomed to this existence - one unmarred by worry or regret or a heavy sadness, since I was in my prime. Although my temperament was beginning to reveal a side where passion, angst, and naivete would soon clash and produce a madness within and without, it had not proven ambitious enough to overtake me, yet. So, I was relatively content.

I had just rented an apartment in a humble neighborhood not far from the middle class place I grew up in. All seemed satisfactory, and I was beginning to think my future secure. It began to change, though when a cacophonous sound came bellowing out of the apartment next door. It was accompanied by a distinctly Southern voice that was uttering words of hatred. Suddenly, the relative peace I thought I could maintain was being challenged. My body began to feel rushes of cold then hot. A fear gripped me the likes of which I had never been exposed to. I had just discovered I was living next door to Neo-Nazi's.

I wanted somehow to find a way to quell the anxiety, shame, fear, and pain I was experiencing. I needed solace. I wanted to run but felt I couldn't. I needed to hide but quickly became aware that I was like a mouse caught in her first trap. It was useless. The only way through was to face it. To deal with this insanity I had to do something or nothing or whatever I had to do, but I felt a bit unclear.

That's when I saw him. I peered outside my door for only a moment and saw a real live skinhead. He was standing right there in front of me. In all my years of being in Los Angeles, I had never seen anyone so amazing. I had no idea why, though but I found him beautiful. His skin was bright white. His arms were like layers of fine silk, and his veins were barely contained within. At once I was terrified, but at the same time, I was in love. I dared glance at him in what seemed like an instant, and I understood for the first time that I knew nothing of what it meant to love, hate, or feel anything at all. He looked back at me, though and I knew I had somehow offended him. I really had not said anything, though as my body stood there, frozen. To this day, I have never been so mesmerized by anyone.

He wore black pants and a small white shirt. His outfit looked like standard military issue that was slightly out of date meaning at some point he had been in, but he'd grown out of his pants, at least. Oh yeah, and he had patent leather shoes, too.

All I know is I wanted him. I needed to touch him, but I knew it was not my place. My head started to sink, but I fought it, because I'd never been this close to such danger, such sumptuous, tempting, but treacherous lust.

We stayed there for many moments looking at one another, and then I saw he'd been holding onto a ball. He bounced it hard on the concrete, and I shuddered, because his anger was right at the surface. There was no hesitation in him, which is why only seconds later, he decided to throw the ball at me forcefully. I reacted hesitantly, because I was in a trance having an awareness of what I was now in the middle of. The words that might instinctively come to my lips weren't there. My anger welled up, nonetheless. How dare anyone, even a gangster do this to me? Who did he think he was? He enjoyed my reaction. A reaction, surely he had planned on. I picked the ball up and threw it back. He caught it and threw it back just as hard. Unbelievably, I'd just learned that we were of like minds, but how could this be? I'd been adopted by my Jewish mother and had faithfully, proudly embraced a liberal, mainstream, culturally Jewish philosophy. Although I'd not grown up in Synagogue, I had fallen in love with Jewish men and had dated other men of color. My world view was shaped by visits to Museums of Tolerance, and I'd never imagined I could feel this way about any kind like his, yet I was fascinated. It was love at first sight.

Days went by, and we lived in this space together as I felt my mind slipping. I cried myself to sleep every night. My body was awash with a mix of shame and the amorous feelings I was having for this strange man. I lived there for a total of one very unusual year, and at the end of it, I finally got up the courage to see him again. He still intimidated me, but I realized I couldn't go on without showing him how I felt. So, I asked around for his address and went over to see him one night.

He opened the door, and I walked in. Before I knew it, we were lying side by side, and all night long he touched me. He moved his hand over all of my body for hours, and slowly this frightening yet beautiful man brought me to the edge of orgasm moment after moment after exquisite moment. I now know that he made love to me in the style of Tantra. It is one of the most elegant and elevated ways to make love. The only regret I have is that I did not reciprocate, but this simply suggests to me that someday, we will meet again, and I will give to him the same gift he gave me when I was young and in budding lust with the sexiest man I've ever met.

Dark Flower

2012-01-19T11:59:00.000-08:00

Bold, brash, pain in the ass
Beautiful, big, black woman of hips and legs
and hair. Sweet sound emanate
resonate
scintillate
Lovely anger and defiance witness
Queen, mother, church, lover, problem solver.
Glory flow star of show of great Opera
and grandeur left held in sway and immersed
in this hot flower house that empty halls
echo dark blues sensual...eternal
Life's purpose...meaning...pleasure...pain
rapturous fill Earth by virtue - you.

Cruel Fates

2012-01-17T12:39:00.000-08:00

Ten years hence, he mouths regret in sunken, cloudy, and endless purgatory fixes vice clutched tight to memories beautiful and fascinate on lusty cave sat girl wide eyed lips glossed and plump...the King of Clubs seduce glittery sweat ecstatic diminutive deaths as fireworks flame out fast...gone...gone alone lonely wrecked as a ship on wave swept languid rocks waiting for a patient peace. Anxious and fearful, my heart embrace the soul once whole now lost in people places and whose distant appeal cuts through to injure that fragile
being. Allow grace to comfort and ease your battered bruised
constitution. Freely, a safe path lies ahead lit by candle mine. Its
incandescence serves the wiser more vulnerable man.

Gentrific Psych

2011-12-07T17:31:00.000-08:00

Set me apart from these plebes. I've grown tired of tolerance
of the slobbery bobbery of spit and bile and yesterday's filth
Hold tight the shame I've bound myself up with
The clothing fits so right on my perfect form
Let psychology prevail and cleanse the street of its muck and mire
That I might in my swank tank drive by without cringe
Push back the distaste my body does not desire to sweat and fear
I dislike the uneasy dearth of calm
that comes from having to gaze upon them
Despite the effort I attempt to divert my look
I am member of an elite that does not apologize for its superiority -
I claim I've earned it and as is right and proper, I will be as I am always -
Propriety Embodied

New Love

2011-11-11T13:43:00.000-08:00

When I am near you, my body's blood rushes quick and intense as I feel a warm sensation and start to blush red. My face so close to yours no longer desires to contain any measure of propriety and my vulnerability seems evident. I thought I might faint last night simply because of our close proximity. Your deep, sensual voice becomes a beautiful reminder of why I exist - simply to be near you. Hearing you speak draws my eyes to your throat as I see the tight skin surrounding the proof of your manhood - an apple, Adam slide up and down your neck. The flesh that holds your hand's veins tightly within is taut and tempting. I am lost in you - your eyes, your being, your presence. I cannot contain the emotion I feel for the love burgeoning for me, yet I am fearful of your feelings and that they may not be reciprocal. I try to allow how I feel for you to penetrate and take me over, though I know I may not survive if my life ends before we touch. I have always lived as a dying star whose fire is a fierce flame afraid of being snuffed out. This irresistible force has found me once again and will demand of us the response that will determine our destiny.

2011-11-01T21:45:00.000-07:00

As the chopper blades black and white cut the night sky, our voices like lovely sound waves overcome their hostile retort.

Occupy Oakland and Everywhere

Love's Dark Hell

2011-10-19T18:44:00.000-07:00

How cruel that fate dictates with whom we fall in love. That time quells no amount of pain and withstands the ages when evolution places a mask on my mind's wistful embrace and a kiss not indulged for fear of reprisal. That strength is weakened by tears as endless as the ocean is vast. Why does life offer no respite from a passion whose beauty was boundless yet lost? I'll go forth silently dark of center and black and brooding while my hurt and ceaseless pain endure. How so must I find that God's existence in question, for I'll never give myself to you. I, with my bounty claim nothing and prostrate to fear and the eyes of judgment as I wander into what appears to be eternity with head hung low. For, never shall we two be, and if death is no comfort, then she wraps her cloak around me, and enveloped in misery, I wait. A dungeon of snakes encircle the edge of my form as they nip at my heels and feet forever - hell is here.

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2011-10-12T18:43:00.001-07:00

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Ipso Facto Clowno

2011-09-30T20:41:00.000-07:00

Every Clown Has a Silver Lining

No Reason to Love You

2011-09-29T22:38:00.000-07:00

I thought of how I love you so many times
and as I quieted the voices that demanded response
I gave myself completely to you
as reason was lost

Compromise

2011-09-08T01:57:00.001-07:00

In humility, we reconcile bravery and fear.

Seductive Skin

2011-08-22T13:42:00.001-07:00

Oh distant schism jism when bags packed, my lucky stroke taken without care. No finer hands and arms felt heat and sweat mixed with lusty black pant legs of sinew, and chalk-like naked flesh...five am came too quick. Smooth sick sex and fevered drive home in mind's eye - wet lips. Flash of sight and sound from ball thrown at trembling form - that hard tough myth of a man. Sweet terror subside and reside from seeing through glass crazy with desire did inspire. Lavender and curse carry on. The day is done.

Complementary

2011-08-18T22:33:00.000-07:00

For every dance, there's a partner. For every glance, there's a smile. For every story, there's a context, and for every moment, there's a while.

Love Endure

2011-07-09T12:21:00.000-07:00

While young, we discover limits
Unlike time-touched loves
Whose faces are familiar
and trust in movement
Becomes easy

I pluck a rose from its thorns
Its scent penetrates
All hope renewed
As we feel one body
As we become one mind

The maze and its confusion
Attempt to complicate
as Devotion is tested
Embrace this life
We continue our dance

Crash Crush

2011-06-23T18:49:00.000-07:00

He is vulnerability, softness, and warmth.
He is like a comfortable pair of shoes.
He is a warm stack of pancakes
with butter and maple syrup.

He is sunshine, boots, and vehemence.
He is glorious wonderment, pain, angst, and rain.
He is red, brown, and gold.

He is rancor, pith, fear, death, and bubbles.
His champagne drips worry and trouble
fame, infamy, writing, music, and danger.

His opus is naked and muscular
His legs are hair - blonde and bright
He is sacred, tremors, and dreams.
His soul is glass eyeballs, memories, dash
spice, coffee, and jam.

He exudes pleasure, pain, and dancing
on the moon.
He is my earth, sun, stars, Boston, guitars
shaving, nose, chin, and palate.

His palace is crazy, crash, bang, love, like
and ice cream on a hot day.
He is power........then calm..........
..........then easy.

A Distant God

2011-06-18T18:28:00.000-07:00

Air surrounds us as time goes by in a dayglow haze
Torpor oppresses the sun's expansive mood and
Reveals a blight of mind - senseless in purpose

I turn to look at you, but as I do, I am gripped by the feeling
That you have become black and cold inside

As enlightenment's long suffering cause chewed you up and spit you out
Tears came over me
I could only watch and wait
Poverty's curse proved to be the patient fallen angel
Whose beauty surpassed mine

A wealth of sorrow won't pay this debt as I hope
A distant God will

A Continuation of Faggot Dinosaur (poetry contest)

2011-06-11T22:45:00.001-07:00

Walking eyes turned upward under your phallic perversion

Skewer me, eat me, tear my limbs

Trampling choice to dominate tiny towns

Claws and drool the unfortunate victims unseen from such heights

Beneath you - barely there

On top of this insignificant form while teeth glint and glisten

Eating meat made them strong like your grip

My breath halts as you suffocate

No end to control...to smothering

Overwhelmed, submission has chosen me

Your massive pricks suffocate romance

Mysteriously oozing tears, juice, and pain

Held in your sway

Moving with you

Enmeshed together

Melding into mutant - monster, master, dictator, lover

Artichoke86

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2011-06-11T22:40:00.001-07:00

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Seduction

2011-04-19T20:06:00.001-07:00

Oh dark mysterious muse
Indulge me in your delicacy so rare
Send me rapturous
Seduce this broken body
Satisfy forbidden passions
Cleave me, devour hours of only you in thought

Naked before me - just out of reach
Art incarnate - lean, lank a dangerous beauty
Wistful for your embrace
A fear grips me, though
As madness taunts and teases
Its laughter a cackling witch and shrew

Do not abide their trickery
Fill this empty cup with visions
Continue the temptation
Keep watch over the years
Allow history’s lessons to repeat
Your center does not deceive

Red, violet, blue, black, and white
Inside me, inside you, mind’s eye renewed
Beholden to love’s emergence and purpose
New as a cherry plucked, bitten sweet and delightful
Requite comes when ripe and ready
This dance we’ll do and do until our bed ensconce

With Love……xxx

Burn On

2011-02-28T17:24:00.001-08:00

Breadth trips on flowing horizontal needle’s scratch
Top the touch toward comfort soothing sound sonorous
Switch gray to glow of mid day sun haze surrounds
bits of air tiny pieces of matter Spring’s guitar strum
Bum bounce slump slouch laughter lighter gone man
Burn the hours moving undulating
Oooh penetrate me this
Daze and spicy sway yummy taste tongue
Tantalize and scintillate mouth drips and honey lavender
Goo rich sweet coffee pedigree creamy lather sumptuous
Sticky heat brash cold air wrapped in wool wear nose
Seduction scent sick twist tousle strands through hands
Gaits gather blather pennies fall from above and slow swig

2011-01-04T20:27:00.001-08:00

Walker

Walk on talk on rock on
Strut your stuff at night
Feels so right
Frustration and angst and blittery blat
Glitter and all that
Glowing growing
Travel tits tats that's that
Taste gum ground gravel
Bare feet fumble under
Trundle dumble dare
Dark and air surround
Suck it up
Sweet sweat sure foot

Shame

2010-10-23T20:39:00.000-07:00

Hot heat insidious thoughts abusive taunts
Green jaundiced incestuous and ugly
Terror God manipulation games
Violate me and perpetuate hatred
Denial anger forced and coerced
Pain and falling against a breath
Lost endless tortured blame fault guilt
Lies distortions death incoming wounds
Eternal purgatory and no promise of respite
Dangerous killing me killing you over and over
Perseverating persevere pressure bruised beaten
Flat lines lines lines lines lined up lined up lineage

Fly in Spider's Web

2010-10-19T21:50:00.000-07:00

Spin spun twist turn entwine
Sticky stuck no mercy
Fight and find no end in sight
As your limbs go numb
As time ticks toward some hope
Flitters in and out as if
Teasing you and taunting
Stomach grows weak with wont
Your legs and heart are old
Turn to your God but to no avail
Listen to your breath getting weaker
Onward time comes without respite
Ease the pain of death with comfort
Come from delusion of all is well
Feel faint from poison's sting
Spider taste my blood will all be over soon

Thank You

2010-09-26T18:05:00.000-07:00

Thank you for your patience
Thank you for your love
Thank you for giving me
More than I deserve

Thank you for forgiving
Thank you for your trust
I know it has been difficult
To see me as a friend

I know that I have hurt some
For that I am ashamed
For loving you too much, though
Felt like a lovely pain

I want to persevere
For I long to stay awhile
My obsequiousness suggests, though
I need to reconcile

Oh head that lies and distorts
I try to disagree
With voices that tell me
None sure should love me

Oh love and strife endure
I know I have for sure
I'll place a single rose
In mind's eye you did cure

Easy When She Walks

2010-04-27T23:15:00.000-07:00

A bass guitar fingering my lady
Blue from days of dying and flying high
Trips trace tragedy thumbing through
My dance and trance

Strolling fog is rolling and the jazz
juice into my gait keeps on
Beats push plunge into the night kept
Cold rush of wind and over a hill there
This is best with neon and benches
Bare feet hair neat

Thought I'd come crush craze
Rubber shoes and black and bruised
Chains hold back tears of washed
Rain and pain of brain drain

Easy when she walks on and on and on
No taxi to travel in DiY'n it on the road again
Strummin he's gone now ya know it daddy oh
Type tricks all of it astonishin

Let the flow take you to where you wanna travel and trip
Tonight the dream drops you off in a land of white
Snow and old movie with soundtrack tape
Land's end is Florida again?

Do you pretend? Is it good? Is losing your mind
Like drinkin wine?
I'll take on this foodie challenge
Rush and burned out, man

Let the men sweat sex up the street
Oh how they move so sweet
With their slick hair and bulging bodies
Smile from dares and doing it man
Do it like you should
Live and live and live

Singin in my head still.....
My head's in your occupy...burn me man

Just Because

2010-04-02T21:26:00.000-07:00

I saw you there
Your cool stare
Your words of wisdom
Your humor and hair

Your dark poetry danced
In my mind I had a chance
A distant voice to encourage
He showed me the way

I can't believe we're here
It is only a few years
Our love will endure
Of this I'm sure

I love you, my dear
You've such a kind ear
Bad poetry's end
Is near...

Pleasant Pond

2010-02-19T14:59:00.000-08:00

Still rock worn tumble
of algae shore with
bench and yellow green
plant bug skim across
serene scene and
soft breeze turns calm
into an easy afternoon
patience purpose pause

Jelly Ad

2010-02-19T14:52:00.000-08:00

"If you like jelly beans, you'll love jelly fish!"

2010-02-10T22:24:00.001-08:00

RIDING THE ASPHALT.......Riding the asphalt forward pause a bit retail denizens bags plethora rustle plastic shoes worn dazed and forelorn from sweat oppressors' watch pitching thrust hold tight racing past cars parked on right on left screeching brakes oil master death from day upon day of street crunch and crush with wheels carry them all - feat modern machinery's halcyon days' inventions progress impenetrable trees smack whack but on time? It's a possiblity that commuters resign themselves to - that. Oh...stilted thoughts ease your power with a book or zine or symph serene. Unlike a mechanical bird you are closer to the earth to remind you of where you are from. Friend of mine, can you tell me the time? Our hasty progress made to wait for a diseased and pissed nightmare all mangled jangled and locks barbed wire from windowless cacophony wisdom drifts in and out the world surrounds mind blown up the lines noises overpower senses sung like calm and pastoral last chances map dances thrice lust bust bus jaundice smile chains and chains...ellipses poem won the heart of one. Why? It is tree trunks you're after ay wild thing?

Clatter and Chatter

2010-02-10T22:20:00.000-08:00

TALK...Chat patterns obtuse obscure extrapolations and connotations tripoly word play scatalogical bull categorically emphatically bushwhacking attack knack it kat snappy comeback rat-a-tat conundrums hum drum banter bald plentiful meanings meaningless walawala blathering tittering chitter neither either eyes there tormented treasuring Babylon and back and forth front and back analagous religions stopping raps starting trapped in lecturns spun webs and pedagogy pedantic antics taut meanings tendrils trenchant witicisms outside the box taunt me with visions vainglorious out sermonous serpent slithering tongue oozing eeking pleasure pulse devouring genteel golden tales surfing the jagged gardens of concrete and steel riding high from brain beats eternal diurnal moons rushing by with light speed away from being right ceasing early trains to expertise takes no time perfunctory perfection erection building silent promises of passion's purple play yesterday - a dream metal fibers string together a pearl distant head trip out of lips electric blue symphony said so what so this so that so so politic brick, I'm sick of death soon tomorrow none seems trite. Abandonment of the soul from chemical lobotomy. You ought to comprehend from all loose end and what not step over that pot and a Chinese lover freeze up when confronted because you are never to let the sweat drip from your brow without feeling for me again. Our eyes have cried together, haven't they? Just drive the car forward thrust and press the panic button if you must but never take a long journey home. You face the danger alone as always without looking backward into the abyss for wiser to let go of past shame and find a new home for prosperity and a pot to piss in...a god? A man? A woman? Anarchic spirits pushing the crate forward time stand still or heaven ahead.........................................................................................................................

Drummer Boy

2010-02-10T22:16:00.000-08:00

Fluorescent blue stare ecstasy hands and arms with veins bulging pure poetry one with skins holds stick lightly and hummingbird-like speeds gravity-less movement while lips contorted twists the orgasmic electric-charged taps treble punk boy with blackest locks strip away the hesitations of less dynamic all and nothing of power and force on waves of lusty indulgence at the studio in a drug haze drunk beats onward Rock N Roll's puissance sits before me...beautiful and exotic pumping the steps trilling ticking seizing filling the air esoteric to me gazing upon you - oh holy metal visage rarefied moments enfolding swiftly popping over and over again and again closer heart beats jumping travel in mind's eye upstairs in suspended bliss - this....classical abandon....those were moments singular...memory serves my dark, sacred lip gloss stains canvas red blur painting auras out of reverberations bass man gone into rebel sounds feeling all crazed illusions when a greater source penetrates body, soul, beings...one and many takes mic in hand to contribute high moans in complement taken in viscera's smile inside out of broken homes finds peace when desires sensibilities art drifts magically thrown from and back like a flying dream soaring do a holiday up like this again, and I will not contain my joy...oh lovely insanity has a place.............................Hyde Street Blues

Color Burst!

2010-01-29T20:57:00.000-08:00

Red yellow blue gold cyan orange purple crush flow forth like a thousand threads of vibrant surprise! Cool and hot machines with music dancing in minds' eyes rich or poor taste the sound and smell the touch of independence and unique feelings ensconced in all light and dark and deep dreams and drama play and ruminate and yearn a wist of lovers and friends......we transcend the politic rhetoric and book it to work and school. Talk it up and down and around through forest and mead and lack of greed on bus and foot and train all light speed human feet and shoes. Made to order online arts convenience. Stop and watch. Have we all survived another year, day, month, week to soak it up. Quiet and hush to breathe suck air faith in humanity restored.

Pulse and Sweat

2010-01-28T20:07:00.000-08:00

Angst ouch old new loud burst sun up down numbers and cool peeps
Happy fast gash gush ghost good girl lick up suck the pump and pulse
Push meat feet fall fresh teach tolerance cup of coffee take sleep
Can come type tricks trolley and whoosh flow go go go freaky fish
Blonde bull ego out curls lift lips lush lost walk it off smoke
Ooooh lovely haze and daze and dishes blue plate special cook clean
Wash and baste the phone over and over and over again she sang once
A time gone by heroin lies and dance dip drip frog prince bitch bust
Stroll leap laugh breathe worry wait date calender hesitate too late
Rush rush rush rush vacation days horizon sunk under another toil
Getting giving receiving leaving future beyond and all take heed
So leave it alone and be..........be......being.....been anxious

Empty

2009-10-27T19:20:00.000-07:00

Blank thoughts and pages disintegrate into fleeting moments.
I wander through my mind in a frustration of breaths and yearning.
Obsessions and yesterdays and years stultify.
Old friends and books or philosophies dismissed.
Lack of inspiration confines me in its cold cell.
Walls all gray and stark.
A fountain of knowledge dries up.
Its purview limited.
The empty screen waits for a futile exercise.
Suicide is too painful to endure for a moment.
Wisdom teases and humiliates.
This damage done. I wait and wait for more.
Depression and anger conjures hatred for the living.
Who are they that can withstand Earth's clock?
Eternity waits patiently.
All hope occupies a boat adrift on a black sea.
Memories of films - black and white.
Holding you close to me to chat them up.
Illusions they all are. Lies comfort the lonely.
Yet pain is still sweet.
Satiety forever at arms length.
Death taunts but delivers no fatal blow this night.

I Don't Want You

2009-10-25T22:00:00.000-07:00

I don't want you to love me, because I'll break your heart.
I don't want you to need me, because I'll let you down.
I don't want your money, because I won't pay you back.
I don't want you to hold me, because I won't let go.
I don't want your attention, because you don't have the time.
I don't want your pity, because I don't deserve it.
I don't want you to leave me, because I will be alone.
I don't want time to pass, because I might die without telling you how I really feel.
I don't want to feel hurt, because I might never stop crying.
I don't want you to love me, because you'll break my heart.
I don't want you to see this, because truth is painful.
I don't want you to hate me for loving you so much.

Shame

2009-09-21T20:32:00.000-07:00

Forgive yourself.............no one is stopping you....it's all in your head.

Amazon Joke

2009-09-08T21:48:00.000-07:00

So, I'm watching a PBS Special about the Amazon River in South America, and there is this part where a long necked bird is standing on the banks trying to catch some prey. The problem is that there is a hawk coming from behind, so this long necked bird (in order to scare this other bird away so he or she won't steal the long necked bird's catch) swings around and unfolds its wings and reveals this pattern that makes the hawk think there are scary eyes watching it, and so the hawk flies away.

What I want to know is this: Doesn't the hawk at some point go, "oh crap! I fell for that one again...damn, I feel so dumb (you know...as it's flying away or something)?"

Anyway: It's a little joke.....

Stephanie

2009-09-02T18:49:00.000-07:00

I am here today to talk about a subject that for many years has been ignored by the authorities and considered a "dirty little secret" among the performing arts community but nonetheless has made several of us or many of us or actually millions or well......me cry for endless stretches at a time. The victims of this senseless crime are Fabricated Americans who do not seem to possess a voice of their own due to the often manipulative nature of the profession with which they associate themselves. Next to the victims of prostitution, this society of underground.....(sniff) well......heroes..(sniff).....needs to be recognized. You see folks, the crime I am (sniff...) trying to make people aware of is Puppet Rape (sniff.....)

I know you love little Timmy and Jenny, but when they put their arms "up in that" there are those of us who take it too seriou uuh...I mean very seriously. Imagine someone putting their arms "up in your that." Can you feel me? I mean, you wouldn't like it, either I suspect. Letting them watch Sesame Street really can traumatize those of us who have no lif...uhh I mean those of us who have nothing bett....uh I mean...those of us who smoke crac....uh I mean...it makes some of us want to throw up.

So, I ask you today folks not to say, "up in that" or "hey...what's up" just for a few days, and try to put yourself in their sock...uh I mean shoe....uh I mean...their uuuuuuummmmm places.

Thank you (sniff sniff)

Manic Passion

2009-08-27T23:27:00.000-07:00

Through a land of possibilities, you became my certainty

Ooooh...sweet lyrics and design

Admiration nation crumbles of blue beans and noblesse oblige spirit supple sway flying through the air of cellular clams

Daisy dripper funk me hippie punk rose water for junk and veins pure with love swimming in my mind cool as cream

Trouble trippers try teasing the television

Candy crash crush crazy countenance

Racing thoughts do away with your pulse problems

Voyeur verify verily voluptuously

Twitter and twaddle titter and taste tattered tales together twisted truly tempts today

Poetry and prose confuse the hatred that infiltrates my mind

The death of a writer occurs early and often

Stephanie

Hurt

2009-08-05T00:44:00.001-07:00

I am homesick for a home that doesn't exist....

The Oppressive Set

2009-07-08T14:50:00.000-07:00

Red coat with black trim
Tight skirt against soft skin
Sweat drips on leather bound
Flesh sticks under summer swelter

Cool breezes comfort's content
A moment thrown in front
The walk is my possession
I dread a step critic

Vetting as we do to a cruel dance
Dusts off memories taunt
Teasing angers priggish notions
Shoes will pain me

Posting and postures opine
It abides this odor mine
Reveals angst pleasure revenge
Up boot straps tight muscle

Fashion enslaves from outside
And no anti-psychology method
Dark arts painted on alcohol
Stung tight wire - she comes

Your Brand New Family!

2009-07-08T13:36:00.000-07:00

(phone rings............you answer: "hello....")

"Hello sir or madam. This is American Family Unlimited. We would like to offer you a fabulous deal! You won't find anything like it anywhere else. Yes, folks, here at American Family Unlimited we take your old family and replace them with a new one! Tired of those same old arguments about Timmy's homework or Jenny's boy troubles? Here at American Family Unlimited we're tired of them too! That's why we have such a valuable service. For only $19.95 per month including a 6 month trial period, we will come in and remove your old family replacing them with a brand new state of the art family! Ethical problems? Don't worry. Once we remove your old family, we take them to a tropical paradise where they can learn all of the exciting ways to survive. They'll be able to discover new ways to treat deadly snake bites. They'll "have each other." They'll cry, but no one (especially you) will hear them. More importantly, they'll be out of your hair. Sound impossible? It is, but you wanted this. We know you've been suffering through "conversations" about this or that. It's been hard for you trying to make sense of therapy. You shouldn't have to go, if you don't want to. You're the man. You're not some sissy guy with feelings. Why are you cowing to their every desire? So they give you backrubs once in a while. So they love you. It's not about them. It's about you. Don't you think? So, stop the endless nights of worry about paying doctor's bills and ballet lessons and school uniforms. With your new replacement family, you'll have the family you really want. Our state of the art new family never argues, comes equipped with 200+ I.Q.'s, and they move easily through every stage of growth. They won't need you to tuck them in. They know how to do it themselves! Kids smoking pot? Not these guys. They never do anything wrong. They'll never run away, fight back, or get pregnant at 16. Yes. You asked for it, and we know it. So, sit back, relax and get ready for 100% satisfaction with your brand spankin new family!"

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Stream of Consciousness Poem

2009-06-27T13:35:00.000-07:00

Jam bands tranny fans dapper dan dressed up with a tan....tip cup up tons of glitter sons on crack dick trip.....car of jars on Mars and shiny pennies over the moons abound.....ding-a-ling sing tingling fingers stinging books and papers underwear silent card tables paired together bound a gluttony.....zippered up jackets rained on from mists an answer flits of flutters butterflies farms rows of concrete dirts junk jipped juniper flower bushes and barretts........blogs flowing rivers thoughts captured medications danced sends a card with words of feelings tasted on fleece found flirting without burnt orange skirts come out pastels dresses cursed cure........dirt dong daffodils drifted feets first skins cold fur patty onward and upward tune trap trees of green and white kites flying flown flounced flakes....cells ether ring-a-ling reports of crushed paper crumpled and stumped red wagon couples dragons dipped dripped sipped sugar sweet sweat curve of back and jack rabbit flown high above transcending waves pockets......heir air apparent bent blood blip on a computer screen dream drop stop pap pup cakes mistake rakish black purse leather-bound tragedies trampled grass grappled gripped scene torn scenery painted bright canvas cord board braids torsion curling crowns downward spiral........towns rushing by without descent celerity trickling traps trampled picked couples cramped loving loved lovers life likes looks cooks books.............pretty locks of hair where wear question tattered touch trance slamming shuttles butter blown beer bottles bumping blame blammer glammer canister cook........................................................................CRACK! THWACK!

Free form Poetry

2009-06-05T16:23:00.000-07:00

Manipulation..........cold.....brain freeze. Anger melts into sadness, sweat beads burn brain boredom waiting inside my head feels criminal but isn't...the minutes pass slowly as reality plays games with common sense that left behind from food memories and issues of trust that control lost consciousness and angst-filled eyes filled with tears buried deep within what is real or not...the line is far now out of reach...like the ellipses are time and space that seems hard to contain now...an empty room save for me...just sleep and slumber from the intervention of a shot in the ass......under restraint to deal with demons unfathomable...no window, no bars, no stars. Restraints on...later off. The anger had magically dispersed through my body...I earned my stay in seclusion. I got mad one time, so they pulled me through my anxiety into the room...the heavy, thick door shut close. Onward through space and time......breathing better now.....eyes less large.....Fargo on t.v. screen...chest is sighing less...

Copyright 2008 Stephanie J. Golden

Come together

Nice girls pour drinks into the sink so wine stains abound until closing time...armpit smells at a bar or cafe make people come to imbibe one another parting ways brings yearning for another and a day when moons spill beams of yellow onto pavements cool with street sweepers' steam cleaning streets - an exercise in futility...spells real life on the outside at night when what we've earned turns back to the land in dripping sweat from living life on tenterhooks of crime and affairs and black and white and crimson for a kiss good night...people pulsing with vitality on trips of green and blue and yellow and red and brains beating hard aching for one another’s communions and commentary - for smart conversations of making sense and impacting history from where we stand and sit to where they are to forever to eternity...equalizing differences to marriage and divorce and sustenance and beauty and love and sex and transcendence .....hail a cab for posterity's sake, because us and them - American...lovers loving and hating and forgiving and forgetting. Movie night - outright stay in go out......alone...ruminating ont isolation...fearless, feared, afar...

Copyright 2008 Stephanie J. Golden

Lip smack

Floss pick...lip smack...in a crowd...out loud...sipping T coffee...rip the paper part off the equal...drips and stains side white now impure...bitter bite...sugar white...curdle not cuz there's good milk.....cigar, cigarette, lipstick stains and losing trains......think again...hair in the drain...bathtub stains.....freckles from sun on skin makes me feel carefree...

Copyright 2008 Stephanie J. Golden

BlueEyes burn....

...tears from yesterday's pain of wanting out of touch too much a hug and kiss would relieve my sorrow of wanting something just out of reach being unable to discern the loneliness and purpose of it....I burn...onward, I am plodding to drudge and drear.......

Things that Suck

2009-06-01T19:27:00.000-07:00

Things that suck: Stalkers Solution: Tell them to leave you alone! .................................................
Things that suck: officious people Solution: Ask them, "What's it to ya?"................................
Things that suck: Know-It-All's Solution: Ask them to ponder the existence of a dog...........................
Things that suck: Gossip Hounds Solution: It's really none of their business .................................
Things that suck: Being blamed for other people's problems Solution: Own your own side of the street.....
Things that suck: Head Cheese Solution: Don't eat it ...
Things that suck: plastic bags Solution: bring other bags yourself...for the ones you still have around...damn it! I really don't know what to do with those....
Things that suck: Feng Shui Solution: In order to trick your obnoxious roommate...move the furniture slightly...for example: take the coffee table, and move it just out of reach of his feet he likes to rest on it....end table: move it just slightly, so his drink falls on the floor...make him clean the mess ........................................
Things that suck: The "gun" that Javier Bardem used in "No Country for Old Men" Solution: Don't make and then use one
Things that suck: people Solution: Get a dog or cat....
Things that suck: Red Staplers Solution: Quit your job....
Things that suck: Waiting in Line Solution: This is the question of the ages....I don't know what to do but read or listen to music, and somehow that still doesn't quite get it...try not to get too upset about it, though...it's not worth it ................................................
Things that suck: women's farts.....especially in public Ladies.....I would say, "would you guys just get over it," but I know we won't. I have this to say, though, it makes us all a little more uptight than I suspect we actually are, so let's try to just call a truce on this, because s#@t happens..............................................
Things that suck: Snobbery Solution: Well, these days, a lot of people don't have enough, so we should try to be sensitive to one another, but we will probably still get upset with each other. Try not to overreact, because we are dealing with people who just lost some money, so chill...ya'll..............................................
Things that suck: Life Solution: uuuuuuummmmmm.....don't kill yourself over it.....everybody's sucks at one time or another, but it is not worth you deciding to end it before it should.....plus...suicide is illegal, and if you survive an attempt, it's gonna suck even worse...don't think it doesn't happen.....it does. You don't want me to get detailed, either...........................................
Things that suck: Internet problems Solution: It ain't perfect, yet....it may never be. Don't throw your computer at anyone, though. That's assault with a computer, and although that would be one for the books, just trust me, and don't f@#*in do it ...............................
Things that suck: Being Clueless Solution: I like to know who my enemies are and all, but otherwise, you either have some smarts or you don't. Listen, though, if you sense that someone doesn't know how clueless they are, don't tell them, it might cause problems of the undifferentiated type.....................................................
Things that suck: Secrets Solution: Get over it, girls! We need secrets, and you don't need to tell them to anyone. If you do tell them to someone who wasn't supposed to know, you will get burned. It turns into an ugly mess...........and by the way, A GENERAL RULE OF THUMB: IF YOU DON'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW, DON'T TELL ANYONE. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF! I AM NOT KIDDING. IF YOU HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE, TELL A PRIEST, NOT WHO YOU THINK YOUR BEST FRIEND IS AT THE MOMENT. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. DON'T ASK ME AGAIN.....................................................
Things that suck: No Gay Marriage in California 2009 Solution: Keep fighting for Gay Rights! Don't back down! Hug your gay friends. They never quit! You go gays!......
Things that suck: Bigotry Solution: Visit some Museums of Tolerance, and "Stop the Hate."...........................
Things that suck: Betrayal Solution: Leave the people who betrayed you alone and never speak to them again. You don't need people who betray you in your life...................
Things that suck: The sneaky people who cannot read my stuff and comment about it, because they are too afraid to show their faces Solution: Shame on you...................
Things that suck: People who torture other people Solution: Shame on you guys, too..........................
Things that suck: Slippery People Solution: Dry yourselves off.......................................................
Things that suck: Shame Solution: Forgive yourself.......
Things that suck: Republicans Solution: Lighten Up.......
Things that suck: Mind f#@*ers Solution: Get a life!.......
Things that suck: Consistency Solution: "A Foolish Consistency is the Hobgoblin of little Minds." By Ralph Waldo Emerson: Take what he said to heart and do what I recommended Republicans do and lighten up.................
Things that suck: Proselytizing Solution: You really don't know what I need. Knock on someone else's door and stop being so presumptuous to think you need to worry about me. You probably are missing some glaring problems in your own life. I think there's even something burning on the stove..........
Things that suck: People who are no longer your friends who think you want to be theirs. Solution: It's over. I am not going to say it again...............you know who you are.............................
Things that suck: Family Solution: Duh. It's because they are still around. I try to ignore them and hope their mean ass voices go away........................................
Things that suck: Work Solution: To the guy who is thinking, "I love my job!" Stop lying. Everyone's job sucks. I don't care what you do. For some it just sucks less of the time, but it is right up there with life. There will never be anything any of us can do, because we cannot all work for Google.......................................
Things that suck: The 80's Solution: For those of you who have not yet noticed, they are over...there is nothing more you can do about all of that cocaine, those hideous shoulder pads, or bad dance music. I don't know why you would be worried about it. If you need to ceremoniously do away with them...you weirdo, then, stop listening to that crappy music and stop doing cocaine...lol.................
Things that suck: Sucking Solution: literally..it does...all the time.....try not to worry about it putz.
Things that suck: Overly moralistic people Solution: Don't believe them when they tell you they have never done anything wrong. They are lying. After you realize this, tell them they are doing it wrong. You all know what I mean....................................................

And that was my list of things that suck. Thank you.

Oh, and by the way, manipulative people: be direct or go to therapy to learn how.

Pain Poem

2009-06-01T11:37:00.000-07:00

Eyes like two open wounds encased in sockets that feel about to excrete themselves. Sores of jaundiced and neglected insides feel like death is at her door. Putrifaction and old malady. Waiting and waiting and waiting is torture. No bench to rest my weary bones on. Floor is cold and hard. We sat inside once. We were away from them. We were no us and no them. Confusion makes the pain worsen while my head throbs. I sniff, and even the dry air holds no respite for life's poisonous thrills of passersby laughing at something new and young and pain free. No boundries. The pain has no ameliorating intent. Pain molests the innocent and does not answer to anyone. It is the devil and a despot and a dictator without compassion. It will make me lose my joy and all that is good still. I dream of drugs day in and day out. Too much sorrow prevents me from holding tears at bay. They persist. Only the days pass. There will be no end. No end until the day I die. Pain is lording over me like a thousand fists beating at my body. Purgatory is ahead......again..................no mercy.