Thanks. We have both been
praying for things to work out
if it is God's will.

what we wear on the
surface doesn't show the whole
picture of the soul

good luck to you snail
may it be for real in the
new year, go with God

footsteps on the ground
in the evening stumbles
from a few bock beers

risks for nothing bears
fruits to fibers consequence
mockery and grind

in the news madmen
bear the fruits when joy should be
the state of the norm

old school hipsters with
the tragedy of the lost
frozen in book times

He thinks I may be
his soulmate. From what I've seen,
the boy may be right.

Oh cheesus I'm sorry
I have not been a good girl
My ass is unwashed

I can fight and win
against clouds
but with an eclipse
hopes destroyed

12 years
42 days
I've waited

new moon
new night
still waited

come out
return
I can wait no longer

red water
cloudy waves
who knows?

there we are
there he is
come back

he knows
you know
so tell me

waves crashing
thunder clapping
rain falling

blue sky
fly high
rainbow bloom

return home
back again
no game

in fact I truly
am a loser and he is better
at everything, and

I deserve to do
this and that and snicker
and sound danged silly

i agree, but pride is
weakness magnified to
sit on a couch and

say get me another
beer...to lie, cheat steal...
child of the devil

so what if you're right?
I shouldn't do this, what then is
the answer provided?

tell me...

I have had a whole
parade of cowards that were
a distraction from...

I would like to see
such people face to face and
I'll bet I do at

times... the stinger keeps
going...keeps stinging, till the cow
is a victim of it's own charge

my purpose is to
keep fighting and then wait for
a tormentor to

end up on the obit
page, with a caption that says
who they were and what

those who grow up might
fare a bit better in the long
run...keep fighting

so when one gains true
dominance over the self
then he is not blind

criminal minds like
to control everyone and
blame everyone for

their own failures in
life, and then control others
to forget their own

M. Scott Peck's People of the Lie, behind the bluster, there is great fear, and great self hatred

my purpose in life
is my own to consume those
who challenge me in

internet forums
what I should and should not do
beware telling those

you try to push, down
intimidate for your plans
and Satan's will flop up

moving the candle
from this room to another
the moths are confused

Hey moo

Yet one more failure
Dominance over "What"? "Who"?
You must be simple?

"In the Head"

wrapping the presents
putting up decorations
christmas is much work

So have you found your
Purpose in life yet, bs?
It sure ain't writing

and people like to
be hecklers and all that like
little man syndrome

sometimes when he's mad
my cat thinks outside the box
what can I say then

I come to this site
To establish dominance
Which isn't too hard

anais nin is
a name on a journal and
she's famous for it

oh, henri miller?

sun rose in my heart
if just for an illusion
the warmth..beautiful

Page loads quite quickly
The title says 'sumbit', oops;
I think that's 'submit.'

Echoing whispers
Fragmented memories fade
Immortality.

Once true, once secure,
What was mutual now lies-
Unrequited; dead.

Drops of moisture fall
Eloquent in their silence;
Their presence says all.

Images flash 'round,
Leathery wings flutter off;
Bats in cinemas.

When comes the morning?
This canopy of darkness
No longer my path

Swords flash, blood sprays wide,
His armor gleams in moonlight;
The Templar of Steel.

we all fall down...common
not all of us get back up
that is a warrior

they said they knew rite
what they knew they did not know
to know what they didnt

There's a fly in this...
Soup, if you can call it that.
I want a refund.

blackness out above
waiting for the light to show here
before we all fade...gone

She watches the shore
Emblazoned fury; Lust; Love
Midnight solitude.

Beautiful in grace:
The movement of a swan's neck-
Irrevocable.

A soft breeze lingers
Reminiscent of lost dreams
Free; Ecstatic peace.

"Fetch me a drink" So!!
Zabadooey is back here
Using the name moo

Whistling, a man walks,
His footfalls are soft yet firm;
Then the arrow hits.

Tonight the waves crash
Incomprehensible; Blue
Made of diamonds

In the green of fields
Small birds peck at smaller grain;
The scarecrow looks on.

Where sound meets no ear,
Days gather 'round the lost scroll;
Which is quite silly.

I would rather read
Anais Nin than Ayn Rand;
Any day-ve the week.