WAR!!!

My neighbor did this...



So I did this?



I refuse to let his voice be the only one heard! Remember if John McCain becomes president Sara Palin will be just one 72 year old's heart beat away from the most powerful position in the world!

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VOTE OBAMA/BIDEN!

Sarah Palin Remixed

I hate her so much.

I can't even begin to resolve how hurt I am by this.

Why are people so evil?

Blind Secret

I let someone get left on the side of the road alone at 12am on a Sunday night with no money and noway to get home... To write an apology would be disingenuous. As she should not have brought her ass out without any if those things, but it was just more vicious than I'm used to. I hate when things like that happen to people because I know that it could easily happen to me at any moment. I am always on the rim of the IN crowd teetering until a conflict forces me out or I find a way to weasel myself in.

Quote

"How the fuck am i ever gonna meet new people if i don't throw myself out there? Then i think, if i do go out I'll just have to get so fucked up to handle being around people, that I'm not gonna meet anyone new if the first place cause I'll just be the fucked up porn star in the corner that people look at and point at and don't want anything to do with. Thanks but no thanks. The discomfort of being alone is much easier to manage than that."
-Erik Rhodes

Crash

My hands are frozen
Trying to string together two words, has never been as frigid as this
Something is amiss
My body feels like it been spoiled in piss
Like I’m a willing partner in an S&M flick

This is bullshit that I have to feel this way
This is bullshit that she always does this to me
I thought the flame was smothered
The embers lay emboldened
Emblazoned and brazen waiting for a spark

What it got was a match
Though a time bomb it was not
Every word still hurt
Every work unspoken leaves our relation tattered and broken
And frayed and dismayed in ways repairs could take days

Weeks, months, years this continues
I think I’m going to need the wine menu
‘Cause this ain’t it
It’s not getting it
It’s not working

I’m hungry for a revolution
A resolution a grievances
‘Cause my resolve is waning
And my endurance is tanking

And I got to deal
With this raw deal I’ve been dealt
I can’t keep waiting for the for the googolplex clock to stop
I can’t keep wait for the second ball to drop

A Guy

Is it wrong for me to love his eyes

To wish I was the dust that swirls through the air at the bat of his lashes

To want to be that bead of sweat the the sun spotlights as it unsteadily crawls down the back of his neck

I don't thin that anyone but me could look at him and see the poetry the way I do

I wonder what is hiding beneath that hat that always seems to be glued to  his dark brown raven's nest of hair

I sit as far from him as possible but as close as I can and in my mind I smell his skin and can see the every willow wisp of hair that breaks his perfectly tanned skin.

Did I mention that he smells like orange blossoms but taste sweet and bitter like a honey suckle spray

I wish I was those stings of denim holding close the his old scarred knee...

I wonder, and wonder and wish as he walks, he walks away from me

Crash

My hands are frozen

Trying to string together two words, has never been as frigid as this

Something is amiss

My body feels like it been spoiled in piss

Like I’m a willing partner in an S&M flick

This is bullshit that I have to feel this way

This is bullshit that she always does this to me

I thought the flame was smothered

The embers lay emboldened

Emblazoned and brazen waiting for a spark

What it got was a match

Though a time bomb it was not

Every word still hurt

Every work unspoken leaves our relation tattered and broken

And frayed and dismayed in ways repairs could take days

Weeks, months, years this continues

I think I’m going to need the wine menu

‘Cause this ain’t it

It’s not getting it

It’s not working

I’m hungry for a revolution

A resolution a grievances

‘Cause my resolve is waning

And my endurance is tanking

And I got to deal

With this raw deal I’ve been dealt

I can’t keep waiting for the for the googolplex clock to stop

I can’t keep wait for the second ball to drop

Rapture.

Why would such a woman exist?

Why would such a merciful god place blame and curse for blasphemies not yet relieved from my skin?

I do not believe that such a man would create such a woman

I do not believe that a man would set a series of situations solely meant to siphon the sensibility that he has so sanctimoniously sanctioned upon thee

I know that I am right; even if I am wrong I am right

There is no man above sightseeing in the clouds

Crying tear to create floods

Clapping jovially to move mountains

Striking in anger at what his own hands have created

I do not know…

Better yet I don’t want…

I need to know why such a woman would breathe

Why such a woman would have the ovarian fortitude as to impose such regulations that regular people can not see through the red tape

Why won’t she let me in?

How the did the imaginary man?

Where did this journey begin?

Where did I lose her?

Who cut the cables?

Why are we not able to see past the prior inquisitions to see to a less tumultuous future.

To see to a movement,

Cooperation

Restitution

The imaginary man gave us lips to speak but we not use them but for treachery

He gave us hearts but not to use them, rather keep them empty to filter the fantasies and poison seeds

Rival memories of black books

Murderous penguins

Lifeless angels.

I can say that I hope for the best but that would be a lie

It’s not right for the night imaginary inflammatory impostor to take credit for the beginning of this being if he not willing to take the solder of his own smoldering brimstone.

Dr. Kill-Joy (Why Won’t You Help Me)

If you hold in your hands everything I need why do you refuse to help me? Why do you dangle the cure a half an inch beyond my reach. Why would you put me under a magnifying glass in the hottest July sun? How dare you be so cruel? Do you not remember all that I have done for you? Had me thinking I was one of you, should have seen straight through that lie. I don’t understand how you could look me in the eyes see me cry and still leave me to die. How could you so badly lack a conscience, when I don’t and we are on the same wave of consciousness? I somehow feel connected to the visitors of Hotel Rwanda. I am obviously sick why, so why, why won’t you help me.

Comprehension

I spend hours exploring the plethora of emotions that encrypt the words from my mouth, and yet with this quill I can find myself in piece. And I can find peace in places where I can’t even think.

Why is it that I can tell the world everything that I haven't admitted to myself?

Why is it that with a lie of my hand on pad my non-coherent conscience suddenly comprehends the complexity of the human cohabitant condition?

Why do I write this?

Why is it that as I write this my mind enters nirvana and I reach a level calm Ghandi would gawk at?

Why is this?

Intentions

I never meant for her to go

But frankly I’m glad she did

I’m glad she’s dead

I’m glad that she got hers

I never meant for her to die

But things tend to happen that way

I never meant to laugh

But I was truly rejoicing

Her demise meant tyranny’s end

The heartless bitch is gone

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

Ding dong

CNN

We live our lives pumped with fear

Constantly haunted

Constantly troubled

Death

Constant intrusions

Our minds are constantly intruded

John Doe is a black male

Six foot one

One hundred sixty five pounds

About twenty years of age

Suspect is armed and dangerous

The unknown face of fear

Brings constant certain uncertainty

Terrorism

Assassination

Y2K

“Imminent danger”

Your own children are murderers

Fear all fear everything

You don’t know

Fear it all

Fear yourselves

Cause it makes me happy

Well it makes my pockets happy

The more horrified you are of some invisible danger

The more you spend in my stores

The more you spend in my stores

The more I make

The poorer you become

And when you have nothing left to spend

I’m gonna take away everything

And leave you with nothing

Except fear

Self Portraits

MiniVacay

So here's the thing, I haven't left the house in five days so obviously I have nothing to show you. I have a few thing going on this weekend and I will overload you when I get all that in and processed... Latta

5:00am

5:00am make me anxious

The subtle subconscious anticipation

It’s overwhelming

To know that I have no idea where time will take me

Encourages courage

Impressions of dreams

Cut with worry

I’m not in control

Nothing changes

5:01am

Blue Thursday

I think the sky can feel our sorrows

It seems to rain down harder

Adding a flood to the waters

I don’t know what to think

I was nearly done grieving

It all is happening at once

I’m lost one hundred miles from where I want to be

The stories they tell cause my ears to bleed

I have been drained empty

Too many changes

Not nearly enough chances

I just got here and the fires are burning

She’s fighting to leave but I won’t let her go

The rain I harder this time

Now it has stopped

It never stays away for long

The world never seems to stop

Never giving my pain a chance to ebb

A Loosing Game

Each drop of sweat seeping from my pores is loosening my grip

I am loosing control

In truth I am falling

I am falling back into the hole that I just climbed out of

I am falling back into the criminal abyss

The handle bar to which I grasp is rusted

My emotional void is fading to black

This bedroom is my asylum

I do not want to leave

I awake to sunrise begging for it to set

In truth I am ready, I am ready to let go

55 pt5

On love, in sadness, in love… a brittle madness

Dusk.

I squeeze my last taste of life from his lips and pour it into a glass. I sipped it slow to make it last. Away the winds carried him in a silk thunder alone. I sat alone cradling the glass careful not to let a single drop drip. I had already shared too much of the man that I love with the grounds that are completely in different about his existence.

5

A full orbital revolution around the light I set eyes upon my bull, again. There he lay on the sand and it cuddled him. The water and sky put on a show meant only for his eyes. My eyes followed the sharp lines of my sand covered god. The air was light and had a familiar taste. With an upward tilt of his head he sent lightning through my soul. His smile reverberated through the very bones of humanity and for a moment… what I was feeling was shared by every human on earth. His eyes smiled as they noticed me.

We lay on the beach with the golden sun playing the soundtrack to our passions. We stayed that way from the dawn of night and the dusk of day. The waves became my alarm clock; I sprung to life and was greeted by his eyes staring into mine… his hands playing a symphony on my skin. I whispered in his ear and told him the circumstances under which this second meeting was arranged. I told him of the chains that kept us apart for so long and he smiled wider. His smile calmed my fear and strengthened me. I love him and he loves me. He bounces to his feet and begins to jump and dance fancy free. How it was that I went my whole life without noticing this man I cannot possibly understand. He is everything I want. I jump up and join with him to bask in the essence of life. Free. Running and playing and jumping and rolling like children, but better.

55 pt4

3

“I am not afraid”

On the beach we exist. In nirvana is where we live.

Starring into the sky in silence.

His heart beat like a loud alarm piercing through the sanctuary of dream.

I dream of him. I breathe of him. I exist only of him.

I am not afraid. Exorbitant strength he epitomizes. How could fear dare find me? I kill any fear that comes looking for me. How dare they!

I'm not afraid to be your lady
I'm not afraid to be your whore
I'm not afraid to be your future
I'm not afraid to be your soil
In which you plant your seed
Flowers, they sprout for me
My fragrance in the breeze
You must nurture me please
I'm not afraid to be your baby
I'm not afraid to be your strength
I'm not afraid to be open wide
I'm not afraid to be glutinous
The essence of glue
I will stick to you
Through earthquakes and moods
If ever one thing was true
I'm not afraid to wind it, wind it
I'm not afraid to keep your pace
I'm not afraid to create my queendom
I'm not afraid to take my place
I'm not afraid

jill scott

4

"We have to escape."

Appiration. Steam sliding down throat. Ice slipping down my spine. Girating, vibrating stimulation. Instant bliss.

Ribbons of fire red, royal lavender, overly ecstatic yellow and heavenly white played on our hearts a mellow melody of a blue day filled with the reddest of red… molten crimson hot lust.

The clock upon the tower cried for us as it burned away our last hours. Into space we went to escape the consequences of the changing date.

We have to escape. Get away from this. Find some place new. Too much.

I’ll go anywhere. Just lead the way. Just go. Damn you fear. Damn you circumstance. Damn you life.

This just isn’t right. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

We ran. We ran away. God speed beneath us.

We could be living how we wanted to
Instead of doing things we're forced to do
With no one to tell us that we should be going through What they went through
There has to be some place that nobody knows, Somewhere we can only go
There has to be some place that we can be all alone....”

- Hoobastank

“Escape” (2003)