Rain In A Rusty Bucket
It's what makes the bucket Rusty... and by the way, if you see Rusty tell her to write.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Cute Break
you know, mother is trying to get this blogging thing set... and I'm musing around.
fyi, if you like, I write also at MyLeftWing, SwordsCrossed, and can be seen other places from time to time as well (dailykos, redstate)...
PS: this is a new species of Mouse Lemur discovered in Madagascar. I love it! I want to kiss it. Don't hate me cause I want to kiss it... it's not because of gay marriage it's cause it's fuzzy and cute.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Stand to see me succeed
A lot of people don't want to see me succeed.
I'm the blacksheep of five families.
Exactly how that came to be:
I wasn't there when the seed got planted
but I took it for granted,
and I handled it well, if I hadn't
I probably would have landed
in jail, and god damn it
I'm better off here in this whale
how I planned it.
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totally copyright by me, 2006, even though it's way older, so copyright back then too.
I'm the blacksheep of five families.
Exactly how that came to be:
I wasn't there when the seed got planted
but I took it for granted,
and I handled it well, if I hadn't
I probably would have landed
in jail, and god damn it
I'm better off here in this whale
how I planned it.
---
totally copyright by me, 2006, even though it's way older, so copyright back then too.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Two Pictures
Pictures right up my alley.
First, a cute fix.
and of course... in China, looks like hard work eh?
First, a cute fix.
and of course... in China, looks like hard work eh?
Why Poetry
Considering that poetry sucks
and lies
and tries
to paint with black and white and
colors pure
so sure
Why then, one thinks, poetry?
I dug deeply
Into my mind
not sure what I'd find
not sure what I found
dug deep underground
or, underhead.
Simple fact, I struck the bottom,
the floor of my sea of ideas,
and there, the sea bed
the mantle
the limen
It was fucking made of poetry.
I'm made of poetry.
Imagine my dismay.
and lies
and tries
to paint with black and white and
colors pure
so sure
Why then, one thinks, poetry?
I dug deeply
Into my mind
not sure what I'd find
not sure what I found
dug deep underground
or, underhead.
Simple fact, I struck the bottom,
the floor of my sea of ideas,
and there, the sea bed
the mantle
the limen
It was fucking made of poetry.
I'm made of poetry.
Imagine my dismay.
Friday, March 31, 2006
My New Poetry Blog
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Transitional with vision
Will your transmission
feel incisions? the affect
of its decisions? pretending
that the wisdom isn't real?
Stuck upon the out rocks
Quite beyond the old docks
Telling time with bullet clocks
And classing men as man.
Odd these friends we have gathered together.
Better their endings forever remembered.
True to their standards of family and tender,
Creator, Constructor, Builder, Inventer.
[sure to be edited as I've just made it up]
(each stanza has it's own metre)
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Transitional with vision
Will your transmission
feel incisions? the affect
of its decisions? pretending
that the wisdom isn't real?
Stuck upon the out rocks
Quite beyond the old docks
Telling time with bullet clocks
And classing men as man.
Odd these friends we have gathered together.
Better their endings forever remembered.
True to their standards of family and tender,
Creator, Constructor, Builder, Inventer.
[sure to be edited as I've just made it up]
(each stanza has it's own metre)
Blogibund Temporaris
You can see my lovely mother has posted an essay on AARP.
This blog is a bit slowed in order to get mother to blog, and cause I'm a sporadic bastard.
Actually, I'm not sporadic, so much as... all over. But that's another story (e.g. I post at many places... I type fact, and love our little citizen intellectual network we have gather here on our internets).
But this blog will rise again... into a mighty two headed beast....
This blog is a bit slowed in order to get mother to blog, and cause I'm a sporadic bastard.
Actually, I'm not sporadic, so much as... all over. But that's another story (e.g. I post at many places... I type fact, and love our little citizen intellectual network we have gather here on our internets).
But this blog will rise again... into a mighty two headed beast....