Autumn’s Embrace - It felt like a good time to bring this one back around
Current mood: discontent
Category: Writing and Poetry

Autumn's Embrace

Shadows grow long and I grow cold,
While leaves wither, relenting to the season
Yellow and brown, they fall like teardrops,
Foreboding days to come

Windows closed tight keep the voices and damp chill
From invading, for awhile
Shades drawn adumbrate my view of dark desolation,
Where once marigolds mingled with lilies,
And bees, conveyed their love,
And birds flitted about, spreading their gossip

Now barren trees lurk like wraiths,
And stab at me in the night.
Icy winds creep under the door,
Ripping shade from window
I am diminished and my soul weeps,
As my fortress of lies crumbles within me
I feel the chill of halls left empty,
No chorus to sing; only your echoes remain

No light to guide me
No fool's charade to comfort me
I am naked; exposed to truth
I am forsaken; silence prevails
I am afraid; my soul empty and unguarded
I have fallen, into autumn's embrace

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Friend of Memory
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Friend of Memory

Together we rode that was the rule,

In a purple car, you kissed me cool.

When we were eight, and I was your fool,

You kissed me again, in front of the whole school

Your long hair blonde and eyes so blue,

I kept you close and stayed next to you.

I was your boy and you were mine true,

Inseparable were we as everyone knew.

We dreamed and laughed while we played,

And got into trouble, on many a day.

Running and jumping into the hay,

You kissed me thrice and went on your way.

One day men in big trucks came and took you from me,

I was confused.  How could this be?

I couldn't watch you go.  I didn't want to see,

Your house was packed and you were gone by quarter to three.

Many years have passed since that sad event,

To this day I wonder where it is you went.

I reminisce fondly on the time we spent,

Never seeing you again is my heart's lament.

I hope you have seen things near and far,

I hope you sometimes remember that day in the car.

I wish I could tell you that you were my star,

And I wish for you happiness wherever you are

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Creation - A Villanelle
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry

Creation

Your gentle touch breathes life anew

Reflection of love in your gaze,

Fills my heart with sunset's autumn hue.

Masterfully carve away shades of blue,

Bring light to the world, add rhyme to phrase,

Your gentle touch breathes life anew.

Mold me, shape me, melt my soul true,

Building my spirit with dreams ablaze,

Fills my heart with the sunset's autumn hue.

A builder of life of which that is you,

Living among us keeping secret your ways,

Your gentle touch breathes life anew.

Steady is the hand of the artisan through,

Life's trying nights and troubling days,

Fills my heart with sunset's autumn hue

Beauty in your world is never askew,

While the night's old friend applauds in silvery rays,

Your gentle touch breathes life anew,

Fills my heart with the sunset's Autumn Hue.

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Dosed
Current mood: pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dosed

Locked away, where no one can see,

Dosed again, to relieve the burden of days.

Isolation is not so bad, when the walls close in and wrap me tight.

Deprivation drives me, deep into the confines of my existence.

Self inflicted sacrifice, no love, no family, no will, no happiness.

No way out, lost between comforting nightmare and terrifying reality.

The train will not stop, to let me try to live with myself.

Crash and Burn, sleep wins the round.

Pain of clarity, the agony of remembering the world forgotten.

Disdain of self, the faces of salvation, and the faces of sin.

It begins again, no comfort without, no sanity within,

Let me go home,

Let me go home.

Currently listening : The Wall By Pink Floyd Release date: 1987-07-07

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I Am No Hero - An Etheree
Current mood: ashamed
Category: Writing and Poetry

I

Am no

Hero this

Sorrowful day.

Dreams fall to the floor,

When my eyes do not see.

I cannot keep the pieces,

From slipping through invisible,

Cracks in my glistening armored shell.

I wear this mask to hide my childlike eyes,

From the pains that beseech your fragile heart.

I have lost the greatest of battles,

Through diminishing hope that bleeds,

Out of my old wounded heart.

My armor will not save

Me from my self-

Destructive

Fear of

Love

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One Word
Current mood: chill
Category: Writing and Poetry

What one word would you use to describe me?   Only one...and the first word that comes to mind.        

And blog this yourself, could be interesting!

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Mobsters, Mafia Wars and the Death of MySpace
Current mood: disappointed
Category: MySpace

Mobsters, Mafia Wars and the death of MySpace

Like so many of us here on MySpace, I found my self enticed and consumed with these online games.  In the beginning, they were fun and provided a modicum of entertainment for those of us that like to step out of reality and imagine.  Then, as the popularity grew, so did the eventual and ugly return of harsh demonstrations of reality and the human nature.  I'm not sure when exactly this game turned inflammatory and vulgar, but it certainly turned a game experience into a reminder of an undercurrent in our society that brings forth ill will toward others.

Anonymity affords us many freedoms that personal contact does not, such as outright disrespect of others.  This began when the makers added the ability to comment to other members playing the game.  I understand the gamesmanship in taunting you opponent, but many have retorted to finding out what they can about an individual and choose to attack their opponents on a personal level beyond that of game play.  Many of the attacks come in the form of racial slurs and flat out racism.  Microcosms of like minded mobsters have formed and they attack in force, a single person or a group.  All of which would seem okay, if the attacks were not personal.

On the other hand, there are also mobs that choose to take out the more vulgar of the cliques. They are defenders so to speak.  But what is happening in this instance is that many are being dragged down to the same level and fight with much the same tactics.  Okay, I understand an eye for an eye.  I just wasn't raised that way.  Even with some anonymity, I do not see the logic in verbally lambasting someone with words most of us would never use in the real world.  Fine, beat them down, but don't give them the ammunition to keep running their mouths.

It is a made up world filled with drama, and it seems there are many who are losing themselves to this fantasy.  There are members within my mob who cry out that they need help because they are being attacked for no reason, only to find out that this is a repeated pattern and the attacks are not as unprovoked as they would like everyone to believe.  Attention addicts have found a home here, playing the victim simply as a ruse to have people charge in to the rescue. 

There is much to like about games like Mobster.  It is a continuing real-time game that affords the player the ability to play without being actively involved.  This works well for those of us that don't have the time to hang out and get involved in the drama that seems to become ever-so-real to some players.  You can pop in, take care of business and pop out. It's perfect for someone on the go.  The reality of the game could be far more damaging to those that are hard-core, dramatic, or otherwise happier in cyberspace than the real world.

Mobsters seems to be successfully dividing the MySpace populous by race, creed, religion, or whatever other reason you can think of to possibly hate someone.  It is ugly.  And we as a society choose to ignore our two-faced existence; the one we show the world and the one we use in private, proffered by the secure confines of anonymity afforded to us by games like Mobsters within the MySpace world.  We understand there are differences and the morality of one is not the morality of all.  When is it okay to abandon the ideals that our society is trying to maintain?  Is it okay to let out the ugliness when no one is looking, or do we attempt to maintain that respect in all things we do?  When did it become acceptable to curse more talk?  I could attempt to take the high road and say that it shows ignorance on behalf of those who find themselves wrapped up in this drama, but the reality is that it is also coming from people who we would consider forthright under ordinary circumstances.  Thus, the division of MySpace begins.  Mobsters stirs hate and reinforces stereotypes for those with the propensity to make quick assumptions and judgments upon others.

Mobsters and all of the other games like it may turn out to be destructive and I would no longer recommend that we continue to play it based on the lunacy that I have seen in others.  Perhaps it is the few that ruin it for the many, but it seems to be secretly dividing its players based on levels of hatred.  This is not a place for children or those without a strong sense of reality.

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Always And Never - just a little something "off-the-cuff"
Current mood: resigned
Category: resigned Writing and Poetry

Always And Never

Within my mind you dance,

To a song no one else hears

Slow and soft you ebb and flow,

To the rhythm of my soul.

Soft smile on your lips,

Eyes closed,

You dreamily float away,

With your prince.

Never, to know what you see,

Never to know how you feel,

Only an image in my head,

Calls to my heart,

Beckons my love.

Never far apart are we,

A smile and a song,

Tell me things of life and love,

Play for me the music of pain.

My shoulder strong,

My embrace enduring,

My sway unending.

See through my eyes,

Feel the warmth in my blood,

It is you that feeds my fire.

I will forever be,

Always in your sight,

Never in your heart

Currently listening : Samba Pa Ti Release date: 2007-07-24

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The Lizard and the Monkey (repost)
Current mood: froggy
Category: Writing and Poetry

In my younger years, I might have done many of the things that a fair majority might have also done during the same period of their lives.  Some things were fun, some were crazy.  Some may not have been entirely legal, and others?  Well let's just not repeat what you might have heard.  Among some of the questionable things I might have done in my life, I might have learned a story or two, or I might have learned a valuable life lesson.  The following short story is one that I heard during one of those questionable excursions.  Allow me to share the story with you.  Then, you can tell me if you can come up with a moral.  I sure couldn't!  Attitude adjustments may be required to enjoy the tale.  Without further ado, I present a retelling of The Lizard And The Monkey.

The Lizard and the Monkey

Once upon a time there was a happy lizard.  He always woke up happy and enjoyed his trips through the jungle on nice warm days.  On one particularly nice day, the lizard decided to go for a stroll.  He left the cover of his home and began exploring.  He saw frogs and mice and conversed with them as he went by.  The lizard happened to look up into a tree to see a monkey sitting there doing something peculiar.  The lizard moved closer to get a better look, but just couldn't figure out what the monkey was doing, so finally the lizard shouted up to him.

"Hey Monkey, what are you doing up there in that tree?" Queried Lizard.

"Huh, what?  Oh, hey, Lizard, I'm just sitting here in this tree smoking joints," replied Monkey.

"You're doing what?

"I'm smoking joints.  Why don't you come on up and join me, Lizard?"

"Oh, joints, I'll be right up!"

So Lizard climbed the tree and sat next to Monkey where they smoked joints.  They talked about the jungle and the politics with that lion and they laughed and laughed.  After their fifth or sixth joint, (they really didn't know how many they smoked) Lizard said to Monkey," Dude, my mouth is really majorly dried out.  I think I'm going to just motor on down to the river and get some water to drink."

"Right on, Lizard, I'm going to just sit here in this tree and smoke these joints," replied Monkey, "C'mon back when you get done."

"Cool, Monkey, I'll come back after I get a drink to help you finish smoking these joints."

So Lizard climbed out of the tree and headed to the river.  He was so thirsty that he didn't pay attention to his footing and ended up falling in the river.  Being a land lizard he was struggling to swim back to shore and the current was starting to win the battle.  All of a sudden, an alligator swam up underneath Lizard and gave him a lift back to the shore.

"Oh thanks, Dude," said Lizard to Alligator.

"Don't mention it, Lizard, but you should be more careful when you come down here to the river.  What brings you here, anyway?" Asked Alligator

"Oh man, I was just up in a tree with Monkey smoking a bunch of joints.  I got thirsty and came down to the river to get a drink.  You should come up with us, it's bitchin'."

"Joints you say?  That sounds awesome.  Where's Monkey?"

"Just follow the trail up a little way.  You'll see him up in the tree smoking joints!  I'm going to get my drink and I'll be along shortly."

"Cool, I'll head there now!"

With that, Alligator headed off to find Monkey.  After a short distance, Alligator spotted Monkey sitting in the tree smoking joints.  Alligator looked around for a way to climb up that tree but saw nothing.  Alligator yelled up to Monkey, "Hey Monkey, how do I climb up?"

Monkey looks down at Alligator and says, "Dude, how much water did you drink?"

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Poet’s Round Table Number 70 - sKeLeToNs In ThE CLoSeT
Current mood: working
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sorry for the small text and inconsistencies, Folks!  The Blog editor is BEHAVING LIKE A FREAKING CHAMPION today.  Hence, there will be no picture to go with it.  Enjoy!

Poet's Round Table Number 70
~sKeLeToNs in the cLoSeT~

At the end of a hall stands a casket of truth, frail moments that darkness lurks in.
Trials in time, from life's valley of pain, rotting bones, once wrapped in s(k)in.
Leeches expose hidden secrets contained, that bleed as they creep out on display.
Behind the door a looking glass hangs, my fogged reflection mirrors yesterday.

Among these truths growing faster with guilt, in the casket at the end of the hall,
lies the body of secrets a person has built, getting stronger, standing longer and tall...
These truths are of secrets that kill us in game, from the casket, and the world they've walked in,
as their power gets stronger, we're eaten by shame and surrounded by guilt's walls, and locked in...

Haunted by the knowledge, the casket secrets will escape into the world we live in,
I try desperately to contain them, hiding my darkest thoughts and most grievous sin.
Hammers and nails I drive into the rotting casket, and still the filth leaks from this cell.
Get back, get back in! I so desperately shout! To no avail, as this is my hell...

The shame hangs like dark mist over the bones so carefully hidden away behind chains and locks
Pulled forth from the dust of hell, the privacy of purgatory, lying cold, still, there in the box...
Come forth, bones, dance now in this dark hour, for I am all alone here.
Pirouette like the mad marionette you were last summer, share my sense of dread and fear

Recall to me my ages of sinister delight, bring to me the err of my conviction,
Rip me from my lofty place, my soul cauterized by my demons affliction.
Away with you my hallowed friend, I have received your bane deposit,
You cannot stay for the world to see, I will keep you safe as a Skeleton in the closet.


Players:

Lainey: http://www.myspace.com/laineyshome

TimmyTim: http://www.myspace.com/smellyassfarmlama
Mel: http://www.myspace.com/paddocksmedleys
DevilMachine: http://www.myspace.com/rikthepirate

Matt: http://www.myspace.com/matt0770

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