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Three eras

Three eras or oo errors! Me.
(From xanga three account names ago – I got kitty bit, saw a publication deal fail and soon enough would have 2 years volunteering to become reemployable. That era is two complete years past – that job mentioned. Now two states plus half a country away from that time, this is this then 😉 do I sound like me now?)

Saturday, 25 December 2010
seppuku by cylinders

gold-eyed goddess storms
judgment day’s sinister turn
our love now for worms

cold, this hand pressing
caressing this thread and its truth
click. chances progressing

wednesday night whiskey
fiery courage torch-lit truth
click. this life’s risky.

whiskeyed words hang
damning one in the balance
believe, I love you

daggered truths be known
I shiver replaying ghosts
our love on rocks shown

click. echoes return
time soon sums up sentiment
salvation ‘s deferred

March 12th, 2010. js (a different way to rhyme)((selected for publication, Christmas Eve contract pulled yes contract. Merrrrrrry xmas))(((neither mad at the how and either of the’whos’ But it did stink)))

Wednesday, 22 December 2010
bhadddd lines
Onan ‘s Broken
I can’t use my right hand
cat fight gone wrong
and I’m the loser, DAMN!
I almost would have preferred
sand in the Vaseline
oh sure that ain’t keen
but imagine this pain’s scream
I have work
a rare enough feat
to carry about an old sheltie
and I’m dripping tears
I get to await but jeers
what moron risk’s himself
to avoid one mess
only to incur fate
no one handed heroing
Wanh! for goodness sake!
and I more Christmas misery
oh us big brained humans?
just guess who wants to be loved
that hateful furry loser
lost to a kitten half his size
oh he ain’t powerless
shake hands with me
I’ll literally cry.
defeat
no sour cream soloing
that little bastard
chewed not just me
but my week.
he even tried to swallow his frustration
oh these thoughts of his upcoming castration
I lost to a feline
let me hear those laughs
-those crimes
that little fuzzball weeny
done in my dignity
laugh- seriously!
it isn’t you
that earned hisself
a wrist full of teeth
yes, a “boo boo”

Onan’s broken
laugh at my twice “withouts”
no deed however good
goes unpunished
but seriously, it’s more like
like good deeds pave the way to hell
um, two cliches in a row-shhh
I’d tell on myself!
yes, good deeds made it certain
my week of shambles
searing pain
one more
yes, as if I haven’t enough
one more disability
no, not jerking off
boo hoo to a little enforced restraint
but
you try drawing insulin through ampules
through needle to the syringe
cringe
I have to do it one handed
and it ain’t no sinch
yeah, merry Christmas crunch’n’munch
the fuzzball thought me the dinner of his sorrows
I lost, I was lunch

Blue

Think triangles (all the boys chuckle)
imagine now the triangle called harmony.
but the straight line of contrast?

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Do you believe in the color blue
at it’s other end is orange.
nature has it’s opposites
oranges sweet become
fuzzy penicillin in the end time true

Violet to yellow
Michelangelo
contrast within creation
violet purples to yellowish gold
beginning to end.

it took until last century
cars to need traffic lights
simple again is
red to green
stop or go

but do you believe in the power of blue
the ocean leaving room for contrasting sand
the loss blue leading to bright sweet
can you include the true collection of opposites
or is it either/or for you?
(((If you can not follow the symbolism, google or other search ‘ color wheel’ )))

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Expect

Domino effect expects consequence
Piquantly perky hopeful exigence
Within a smile blushingly teasing
Wheezed Fantasy wrong! stop! start my pleasing!

Sauvely, movie star, you dolt, get a grip!
Slip like oil drips crash bang boom, oh shit!
Sit back kick the keds sip some coffee black
Cracking a smile lazy yawning cat

Cackle at the joke it’s rather funny
Paradox purrrfect lightest touch heavy.
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Aglow in love’s ruins
An unsaid please wails upward
Just what am I doing!?

A bright color wound
Best laid plans sticky noted
Ideals exhumed

// note neither am *i* sad scrubbed dumped ruined or and particular sadness – I do write and the exact context 😉 be a good reader and invent yours!//

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Scrubbed clean

Desire ‘s this shine, believing grimes gone
Singing out scrubbing – the truth ‘s found e’ore long
Go ahead, sit back, let surprise find you
Yeah, instead of that… yester-you lived truth.

Sure is such the shame time never stands still
Chaos comes again, new adventure’s thrill
Maybe you’ll join in – lean back in a hug
Give yourself when… when it’s time for fun

It’s interesting – oh and authentic
Or some surprising scheme fantastic?

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Watch with coins leaden
Dullness now golden sparkle
What hope is tradin’

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Cross-promotion

This character writes. But soooommmmmmetimes it not ready for prime time. In the spirit of SNL,

A fine offering here

Now the hook…
I mention I can’t see so use a phone til my glasses arrive it’s been a month – sooon!
Adventure

And perhaps I write a good sonnet and or haiku ?
Muses music was it?

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Facing wrong

What is it joy when it achieve no aim? Art? For the moving of the soul? It serves no aim? Just is. Possible. Uh oh, balance! We all must aim and move or simple thing food and care disappear as will we! But isn’t the possible beheld the magic of days? It seemingly is pointless but means about meaning is.

Tenuous a bond that responsible it isn’t but hmn that’s easy about. The purpose then is joy but within contentment. Or a few chores then fly to living! It’s not a mission but all life is oddly and pride of other things achieved also can be. Day. We must day heh it’s careening between chances bright and chore those necessary blights ;). We all know we joy too in a drudgery done to fulfillment but chasing the lights living seem tenuous it doesn’t do anything but bring a smile. But I like happiness! The rest is a challenge a game to be competed well thus a spirit free sings.

Fortunes mountains climbed or the landslide of them scooting out of town change. Did you laugh? Much of the day is grand when things can go wrong and laughter and joy abound? I mean don’t you laugh and cry in life and laugh while crying? At how much a mess it looks? Or do you cry conversely that it well! But could and should’ve been! It’s living alive in truth moved by life

Anchor. It’s achieved it matters in a plan made come by drive? Meaning. Hahahaha! What would a seven mountain complex matter or if it’s an easy wigwam of snow sky walls with carpet lining? If there is warmth comfort contentment – can happiness be enjoyed achieving? The achievement is meaningless the anchor only the weight of fears. Heh chaos cackles don’t you come alive in powerful possibilities? Anchor? All are a weight to a rope to station keep rutted. Free yet an eye on the sneaky of life tripping utter fools but heh balance