Reality Bytes
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Guys

Lies

Plied and Wise

Heartbeats Rise

With Pseudo-Highs

Until …

Revealed Guise

Forces Many "Whys??"

More Lies

Unravels, Unties

Indignant Cries.

The End of Tries

No's and Sigh's

And Something Dies….

More Lies.

Too Weak?

Too Wise?

Hidden Cries.

G'Byes

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SHORT(?) AND SWEET(?) Penis statement
Current mood: amused
Category: Pets and Animals

"It's every man's dream to have a penis so large that he must hire a small boy to carry it."

Currently listening : Pump It By Black Eyed Peas Release date: 20 March, 2006

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SLEEPLESS
Current mood: awake
Category: Life

SLEEPLESS  

Nights turn to dawn.
I ponder through the darkness
and never once perceived a yawn.

Not stifled, there is no need.
Sleeplessness is the one I feed.
It gorges itself on pain and sorrow,
And taunts me with it till the morrow.

In darkness, yes , the words awake.
Not thirsty, but compelled to slake
I let the dam burst, unleash the flow
release the pressure - let the phrase go.

While reinforcements work to rebuild
Sleeplessness cannot be killed.

~jpk~2008

A prodigious poet on Myspace, "Sleepless in Chicago" wrote the poem that led to my own response about those hours of insomnia.  He said if his piece had inspired mine, I should post it.  Of course, I told him I would if I could also post his.  Following is his ( and those of you who know me well-lol- will know I wanted to correct a few spelling errors, but it is as was written)- he writes often and from the heart. Check him out.

"Nights Turn To Dawn"

Shadows play and darkness whines in narrow apathy,
though tired and weiry i feel the driery morning creep my way,

Splendor in  silent company kept ,
weeps a year then creeps by ,
where coldness shatters my heart from a night that break to lonliness.

then as i look;
im drawn by a muse in words,
that send my heart to pallet what is left to a night till dawn.


~Hanger~

Copyright © 1998 - 2008, Hanger, Hangtide, Hangtide Publications,

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CRUMBS
Current mood: catalyzed
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

One more "SLUG FEST"- these first words are part of a piece by the slime-muse:

 
No cross roads , no junctions,
no turns , no twists.
The trail of truth,
always in front
widest,
brightest lit
in the mindscape,
eternally leading
to a tranquil soul
and to you ,

 My Lord!

 (THIS IS THE LAST STANZA FROM A REPOST BY "CAUTIOUS" ENTITLED "BRIGHTEST TRAIL"). 

 
HE ONCE AGAIN STRUCK MY "POETIC BONE" AND HERE IS MY KNEE-JERK RESPONSE:

 I STILL

FORGE AHEAD

 All cross roads. All twists.
A junction: Mind-numbing.
Hit and Missed.

 Forge ahead, I
Passed my Youth
A while back:
A hard felt truth.

 The past trail
Was largely lit,
( All Tranquility
Shattered )
With his Eternal Fits.

 Lead me.
Feed me.
What YOU have.

 Sustain me.
Contain me.
Till I arrive.

On Your trail of crumbs
Shall I survive?

 
~jpk~2008

Currently listening : The Narada Wilderness Collection By Various Artists Release date: 13 August, 1990

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EXPOSED
Current mood: drained
Category: Life

 .
..> ..>

Naked I would stand:
And gladly pirouette, their eyes could not see me bare.
Naked I would stand:
A statue, a mannequin, and not move a hair.

Look all you want, your gaze cannot penetrate me.
For I have had my soul laid bare,
Stripped of all hope and probed
like so many entrails left for the scavengers.

 
Picked clean.

 
Protected Flesh plucked at: stretched and pecked into pieces.
Little by little, rivulets of red merging.
A river, Moses' Nile:
Naked I stood, held up by hope and prayers.
A smile
as each in turn stepped up
and tore hungrily into vital organs.

While letting me believe in redemption.

 
I gave without hesitation:  I had to believe.
Surely,Yes. This time. They would be different.
They were to be his Saviors.  They promised.
Sated, they sat back to view their work.
And amongst themselves they hissed....

 
Bare. Stripped Bare.

 
Not content to take my dignity-
strip by strip- they filleted it raw.
And picked the remains of my pride
from between their grinning teeth
after gouging all they could gnaw.

 
My Flesh.  My Blood.

MY FLESH AND BLOOD!
I gave all for My Son.
MY SUN!
What have I done?

 
Nothing.  Everything. Nothing. 
Bared.
Exposed.
To hope again.
To be stripped.
No win.

If only
If only
To see my son as he had been.

Currently reading : Asperger Syndrome And Difficult Moments: Practical Solutions For Tantrums, Rage And Meltdowns By Brenda Smith Myles Release date: 29 March, 2005

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when is it my turn?
Current mood: blank
Category: Life

okay, I wrote this in response to another wonderful poet, who writes with such passion and pain it leaves you weak.  I believe he writes for himself, so I am not including his aching words of love and passion.  I only wish someone felt that way for me.  So I siphoned off some of that which his one love does see, nor take as offered by him. ( I am a lazy bitch- I admit )




~~I AM NOT YOUR SPERMBANK~~

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SLIP, FALL. PICK YOURSELF UP AGAIN
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Religion and Philosophy

once again, CAUTIOUS, writer of the prose which unlatches my mind , has caused me to post his poetry, along with my (different) take on it... Slipped  (by Cautious) I slipped many a times your hands lifted me every time.... My tongue, my nostrils flared at spreads on table I slipped in sauces of gluttonous glee... my teeth entrenching in everlasting succulence of cooked tissue. I slipped many a times......   My hands felt the greed of paper material blurred my vision I slipped in an endless whirl pool, chasing mirages of mental peace... I slipped many a times......   My glance fell at her gorgeous unblemished innocence and I slipped trapping her in my endless vicious lust, treacherously........ devouring heated sweaty flesh, again and again.. This time let me slip fall to the ground hard, hurt myself beyond cure lift me then don't let me go! hug me tight as tight as can be! Let me dissolve unto you forever..... never to fall again.... CAUTIOUS `2007 And as ususual.....I had to respond....... ~~I AM NOT YOUR SPERMBANK~~ © Fall to your Strength I let you slip. I oiled the path of your life and led you to your lusts. I pushed you, yet you fell into my arms Rather than hitting the ground and learning how to pick yourself up. Do not use me as a crutch. I gave you the push to let you feel. I tripped you with gluttony and glee and shoved you with a lustful taste of all that is me. How can you resist the sin you have never known? How can you gain inner strength If never shown? I will be there: Witness to greed, and gluttony and lust. I will watch you as you gain In strength and in trust. And you will learn to be light of foot and limber of mind,   So next time you fall, you will lift yourself up, blind. And I shall watch with pride, Knowing I helped you develop. Taught you the Stride to side-step the traps and trips. Avoid the universal tears and rips. Fall into my arms THEN, but they are always open to wrap around you in praise or hurt- To hug, to heal, for no reason at all: But to let you love and be loved. Fall. Hard. Onto me jpk 2007©

Currently listening : Paint the Sky with Stars: The Best of Enya By Enya Release date: 11 November, 1997

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I AM VERY TIRED : collaboration
Current mood: calm
Category: Religion and Philosophy

ONCE AGAIN, MY GIFTED FRIEND, "CAUTIOUS", WHOM I WOULD DESCRIBE AS A VERY "SPIRITUAL" POET HAS WRITTEN A POEM WHICH ACTS AS A CATALYST.  He writes.  I read. I spontaneously respond in comments with prose that is not pre-thought, nor revised.  He calls me his cosmic twin. I tell him it is more as he is my spiritual mentor.  For when he writes, it saturates the soul, and the words in my comment are immediately there.  I am merely the medium who has the pleasure of continuing where he has left off. He has requested I post the two together, to better expose our ultimate Mentor.

So, once again, let me introduce you to his touching poetry, followed by my response.

Cautious

I AM VERY TIRED

I AM VERY TIRED
SEARCHING

SEEKING YOU,

HERE, THERE,

YOUR SCENT TODAY

 IS EVERY WHERE!

 

CATARACTED,

HAZY EYES

WATER ,

BLURRED

 IN YOUR LOVE,

I SEE A FUZZY YOU

HERE, THERE,

 EVERY WHERE

 

TOES CURLED

DEFORMED

BONES BENT,

TOUCHING YOU,

IS THAT YOU?

HERE, THERE

EVERY WHERE.

 

TAKE ME IN YOUR LAP

LET MOONBEAMS

PLAY,

ON MY WRINKLED BROW

MY FOREHEAD CARESSED

MY MIND SOOTHED,

MY HEART BEATS

COMFORTED,

IN YOUR AURA

HERE, THERE

EVERYWHERE

I  SENSE YOU

NEAREST NOW,

PUT ME TO SLEEP

GENTLY

LOVINGLY

IN YOUR LAP.

LET MY BODY

REST

LET MY SOUL

FLOAT AWAY

TO DISTANT LANDS

UNKNOWN.

HERE, THERE

EVERY WHERE.

 

I AM VERY TIRED

GRANT MY ONLY WISH,

PUT ME TO SLEEP

IN YOUR LAP

TODAY.....
 







I AM NOT YOUR SPERMBANK~~

SLEEP

No longer young,
Sight fails My Love.
Rheumy eyes look lovingly
yet blindly, upon me.

I feel your mind.
It seeks mine.
I feel your Spirit.
It still feeds mine.

I reach and intercept
Your touch, Your withered hands-
Nothing could be more
comforting, as you smile and tilt your head,
eyes upon me.

Through fogged lenses
and weary lids
I know I am still beautiful to You.
As You shall always be to me.

Come, lie your head upon my lap.
Let me run my fingers gently through your wispy hair
and tell you stories to soothe you, massage away your tension.
Lay your weary head down, I am here. There. Everywhere.

Like rocking a baby to sleep,
I am comforted in your comfort:
Hearing your breathing even out,
Feeling the weight of your head increase,
Knowing you have dozed off, I continue to hum gently.  
 
The sun sets. The moon rises.
The moonbeams play with the light across your face
Making your relaxed expression turn you young again.
Sleep my child, sleep.
 
Your head upon my lap
your soul upon my heart.
I will be here. There. Everywhere.
Where ever and when ever you need.

Always.  

 


 


Cautious
Your poem leaves me speechless! such beautiful and gifted writing! My friend may I request you to blog it too so that many more read it and enrich their thoughts ! You have uplifted my poem to new heights in the quest of HIM, like only you can! may HE always bless you! And I am blessed to have you as my friend
     

SO I DID……

(I am not a poet, I am not a poet, I am not a poet…..)   

Currently listening : Passion: Music For The Last Temptation Of Christ By Peter Gabriel Release date: 01 June, 1989

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MEN. MEN??? HOW TO MAKE MYSPACE WOO..
Current mood: amused
Category: Pets and Animals

Okay…I am in my housecleaning mode, trying desperately to delete all the messages I get- I try to keep up... (ONLY 7000 MORE TO GO…).But in addition to corresponding with many of you on a frequent basis, (okay, my bad…not-so-frequent basis lately, but of course mylife comes before myspace, and you have been quite understanding and supportive of that) I also *GASP*get random mail from fools which I usually just delete, unanswered.  However, sometimes a girl has to have a little fun (and I said I had a bit of a devious sense of humor...).  I just can't help myself and have to test how TRULY STUPID some men (if you can call them that- I have other words-lol) are.  Are they even aware when someone is kind of, maybe, in a good humor sort of way, MOCKING them? I even put this .gif with my response to him, and the boy couldn't buy a clue!!  So before I delete it, I will share with you one of Jeanette's "HOW NOT TO IMPRESS A WOMAN WITH AN IQ ABOVE 50….."   However, as always, I am a kind person and will not reveal his sad identity. 

It began as too many messages I recieve do - from assholes that do not bother to read my profile.  They are my pet peeve…..

From: David
Date: Mar 14, 2007 8:55 PM

NICE BODY!!!!
got anymore pics?

(Wow! Blow me away with your witty repartee.  This one sounds like a keeper.  Especially the profile picture- you can always tell quality when they think some big ol' truck is going to make me want to get naked and drape myself across the hood of it!!)

From:
~~I AM NOT YOUR SPERMBANK~~
Date: Mar 14, 2007 8:09 PM

lots and lots

(Okay……I can tell he is an observant one, HE DID NOT EVEN NOTICE THE BLACK AND WHITE GIF I SENT HIM..I really like these guys with visual acuity….)

 
From: David
Date: Mar 14, 2007 9:34 PM

can i see maybe trade nude pic

(I confess, as I do with everyone, I looked at his profile.  When I was done laughing/gagging, I had to really give this some thought. [NO! NOT BECAUSE I WOULD EVER TRADE NUDE PIC!!!  Everyone knows I am my own sneaky delusional, illusion-inducing photographer, and there ARE NO TRUE NUDES of me. So HA!]  No.  I had to think, "Whatever gave this Buford the idea that anyone would WANT a nude of him?"  Was his mother widowed early and had she believed in building her son's self esteem in "unorthodox"- perhaps Mormon ways {Yes, Bobby , I threw ya a bone- she was probably a cheerleader, too!} And to expect anyone to offer anything in return besides perhaps some well meant grooming and dieting tips....well!  And noooo, I didn't. I told you I am kind.  However, I did try to help him, none-the-less.)

 From:
~~I AM NOT YOUR SPERMBANK~~
Date: Mar 14, 2007 10:04 PM

you are aware that there are many porn sites on the web??

 (See, I am just trying to help him…and direct him toward more gratifying "ego-stroking" material- i.e.:  IMPLANTS.)

 
From:

.-->Block User

.. D..

Date: Mar 15, 2007 5:03

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: No Subject

Body: i want to see an every day womans body. not one up there posing for that.

So, there you have it-LMAO- Just as I always suspected, and tried to tell you all:  I am "an everyday woman".  However, he wants  a nude, so long as they aren't posing for nude….(???)  Maybe an everyday picture where I fill in my body outline with a flesh colored crayon.

Sadly, or maybe happily I have way too many like this.  I began to feel bad at this point, as he clearly did not even know what a nude was, and I stopped yanking his chain.  In addition, I sent him one of George's "Happy Hump Day Photos"……..

So, shall I share more ways to win a woman over???

Currently watching : Dumb and Dumber Release date: 21 May, 1997

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