Love Sucks

Underwater the sounds of the world are muffled

The sounds of my lacerated heart beat and blood flow augment

But for a moment a fish in a pond, for a moment I cease to remember

The cool water and tranquil buoyancy calms the rage within, this chiseled to a sharp edge

I feel like a bomb about to detonate, my heart crystallizing into a hard shell

There are some crimes fueled by passion, now I understand

I wish I could cut out my heart and replaced it with a mechanical one

It would be best to purge the rage, to scream out loud on a mountain top, and then cry my heart out

I drove this morning wedged between an 18 wheeler and an SUV

As the lanes closed to merge, I did not care what if...

When does one cease to hurt?

I can’t turn on the radio and listen to love songs

I have the look of a wounded animal -- haunted by memories

So small, so demoralized, I feel like begging for sex – to numb the pain

Or simply to be sheltered in someone’s arms and erase your memory

Don’t look at me that way and pity me, It’s my entire fault

Why, why, why won’t you learn it’s not smart to invest the heart?

Stupid that’s what you are; then again everyone is a fool when in love

Cherish every moment they say…that is because it will never last

Life will make sure you pay the price…eventually

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Played

Hooky today. That goes for posting too.


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R.I.P George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/paradox.asp 

Edmund sent me this web page clarifying the origins
of this essay. Thanks Edmund.

My Refuge

My Refuge



A slab of concrete, similar to the stone altars once used...
To make human sacrifices, sheltered me from the oppressive heat
After reading as much as I could for the night, I turned off the light
As I delighted my senses with the view from above

A colossal pine tree extends its branches offering an embrace
The expansive canvas of the night, tinted a peculiar shade of grey
Its palette a mix of light pollutants blended with brownish tinged air...
And moonlight beams -- covered the top layer of the starry night

I traced the stars, while listening to sounds of the night
This a symphony of crickets creating a sonorous electronic mix
Of vibrant sound waves, sizzling in its tempo, accompanied by
A sporadic and probably inebriated driver or two

Everything is awash in moonlight, like a potent reflector
I wish I could visit the moon in a dream. Is it made of cheese?
In the faltering stages between dream and awake
I distinctly felt a resounding kiss on my lips

Occasionally an unsolicited visitor came to call
I was careful to delicately brush away with the aid of my book
A spider or some other creature attempting...
To escalate the long columns of my bare legs

This reminded me of the next post, written some time ago:

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So Hot

I did not sleep last night...at all! I tossed and turned to no avail. Barely managed to catch some sleep about 6:45 am. Was awakened again to enjoy purgatory at 9:00 am. I am on fire you see. I am burning up! It's this old place, has no ac, just fans. Which was worst? The sizzling heat, or the gas prices? If you have the time could you help me install one today? How else to stay cool?

The short green satin teddy does nothing to keep me cool. I mean my thighs and ass stick to the faux leather office chair while I type here. Rivulets of perspiration running down my cleavage and legs. Last night, I did stay cool occasionally by dunking in the bathtub; water cooled even further with bag of ice cubes. I gathered some of these cubes to melt on my pulse, temples, down to my hardened nipples, and best of all, inserted inside my internal volcano. Without exaggeration if outside it is 96 degrees...inside I am 110 degrees Fahrenheit at least! Those ice cubes melted in minutes! Also felt good to lie on sofa with fan between thighs right after the bath.

Today to offset the oppressive heat, will go to gym's sauna room, or perhaps Jacuzzi; that will be refreshing in comparison. Later on, when sleep attempts to overtakes me, perhaps I will go to Griffith Park, and lie under shade of a big tree. Will nap under its warm, balmy shade. What then if....what if ants crawl inside my honey pot? You can't expect women to wear undies in this scorching heat wave! I would be completely mortified by having to scratch..(down there) while trying to oust these ants!

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Of course other option would be to run to nearest water sprinkler and squat there to get a thorough flush, all the while peasant skirt balloons into a wet tent. How refreshing! Imagine though, the incredulous looks of perplexity by witnesses in my frantic attempts to oust these ants from inside my hot pocket...all the while they were attempting to obliterate memories of drudgery of their work with endless consumption of beer cans, and grilling animal carcasses.

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I must do something to remedy this lack of sleep! Have a tool box? Perhaps you might be so kind as to let me sleep over tonight? (only if you have a/c at full blast!). Otherwise, the only sleep I will eventually succumb to, will be Monday morning 9:00am, at the office. Please forgive my feverish post, this heat is testing my precarious hold on sanity. Will come back to my sane self, tomorrow morning.

Ok...getting sleepy now...will sleep in bathtub full of ice cubes.

Happiness

Happiness

It’s said that happiness is elusive

Like a butterfly. One has to stop chasing it,

Sit still, and let it fall on your lap

Wrap yourself in love, tolerance, and hope

For its search can be a slippery slope

Who knows what destiny has in stored for us

One may have a strict set of paradigms of what

It’s that will bring this elusive happiness… And nothing else.

One fatal accident away

From death, or having those dreams wrecked

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Just close your eyes and let sweet whispers

Weave an intricate tapestry in your psyche

Allow your soul to listen, for it is wise

Let your heart be open to all, and know that

Just one will make an indelible impression on it

The one that holds the key will be then known

Not to everlasting happiness, for it is ephemeral

For construing little moments of joy which

Create a quilt of loving memories…
Those warm the heart, even in the afterglow

Give it time to cultivate and flourish

Perhaps allow your arms to embrace the unknown

Let it cradle you gently until it is better known

Why worry about being alone, in the rush to fill A void,

We make mistakes along the way

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Acronym

Acronym

For mediocre, ostentatious, crappy art?

I despair to think that bliss is found...

Looking at the bottom of an empty glass

At least take solace that it was a free entry pass

A perpetual frown marked my forehead

I looked around for something edible, the contents

Of a refrigerator full of unpalatable stuff

I was left famished, parched, and desolated

Through my peripheral vision

I noted a parallel drama unfolding

Men and women stoic and dignified

Surreptitiously bent their knees, tired of standing still

The sum of their days spent on guard adjacent to crap

If this is the ideal representation of contemporary art...

Then perhaps it's a reflection of the pervading indolence

Just get by -- why struggle for excellence?

It’s OK if your heart is not in it, simply get through the day

Come weekend numb the senses - quiet the mind

Sit comfortably and observe the parade, enraptured

Spectators one day to realize, that life just whizzed by

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