Poem of the Day: Travelers

These naked breasts wait eagerly
For soft mouths, for your return
My Love
The moon is full,
Shall we dance beneath her shine?
I am yours, as you are mine.

We are explorers of this well-trod ground yet
Still travelers upon a path
An end we cannot see...
I, a part of you, you a part of me

We travel toward some sacred space
Make our tabernacle, our shrine
I shall ready the sacraments,
My Love
With blood, and breath, and wine.

6/29/07 5:19pm

Desperation

Living a life of quiet desperation, yearning to break free.
Wavings are crashing overhead. Life is never what it seems to be.
I am drowning in a sea of discontent. Wanting more, getting less -
never enough - everything is second-rate,
less than best.

I am trapped between tomorrow and yesterday
Too many called in debts, but too poor to pay
Heaven beckons, hell awaits
The world watches while it falls apart

Like atoms seperating
Leaving destruction in the wake
I am Destruction's Bride
Heaven I want - but hell I'll take

Gnashing my teeth, I claw my way -
Not quite free, but treading water in this sea
Swimming, Drowning, Living
Malcontentedly.

- cmt 5:14pm 11/08/2006

Some People Will Read Anything...

I am rather amused at the moment
I haven't stopped by the blog in quite a while. Yet, I just noticed that some of my posts have comments. Actual comments from what I can only assume are actual people. I find this interesting.

I assumed that noone would ever stop by to read these ramblings.
That's probably mainly due to my tragically low self-esteem and the fact that I believe that noone really cares. Yes, I know that it's public and in fact anyone can read it - but I never anticipated that anyone really would.

So...thanks to my readers. Whether one or many...maybe this will inspire me to at least write more than a couple times a year.

Forbidden Fruits

"Snow White ate the poisoned apple, Eve ate the 'forbidden fruit', pick your fairytale"~Bill Maher

History always makes women out to be either bad or stupid. It's bothersome really. I'm not saying that there aren't stupid sluts and tarty tramps out there. I just have trouble believing that all the bad shit in this world is the result of some wench munching on an "apple".

Cranial Compulsions

I read an article that states Prozac is being taken in such large quantities in Britain that it has entered water supplies.

I find this more than mildly amusing. I have to wonder if it isn't some conspiracy by the government. I can almost imagine a bunch of stody Englishmen sitting around having cigars and scotch thinking of a way to help the people of Mother England.

"I know...let's add Prozac to the drinking water. It'll go great with the flouride."

Healthy teeth and "shiny happy people holding hands"! What a thought.

Down in the Frumps

I'm feeling frumpy today. Tired and frumpy.
I guess I could throw in fat as well, but that's a little too obvious.

But as Marilyn Wann says, life is too short for self-hate and celery sticks.

I guess I feel better now.

Where Did the Time Go?

I just realized that it's been 2.5 weeks since I last posted anything even remotely newsworthy.

I'm feeling somewhat inadequate. I can't even keep up with my own journal.
Gee...how pathetic! :)

What have I been doing anyway?
I'm been workingbitchingeatingsleepingfuckingcomplainingstressingworkingbitchingeatingsleeping
fuckingcomplainingstressing, etc. and etc.

Yep, that about sums it up.
Hehe.

Poetry Electric

Posting that poem reminds me...

Of a time when I would create wonderful, deep poems and post them on an "Open Mike" poetry site belonging to a friend. Because I created and posted the moment inspiration struck, I thought that they were somehow permanent. It happened so fast and I neglected to make copies or write them in my journal.

And so...I lost them all to the churning wasteland of the great recycle bin of cyberspace

Lesson learned...write them down. Makes copies. Whatever so it doesn't happen again.

Poem of the Day

Here's a little poem for you. I wrote it 4 years ago. I think that it encompasses how I feel today. Somehow - sad and caged within a moment, but wishing to be washed clean of the stress and heavy frustration - and thus break free. Or maybe it's that I'm just thinking about the rain that we've had for a couple of days now. Who knows. :)

So Like Rain...

so like rain wash me away
through gutters and drains
down storm pipes
away from the middles
to the very edge

like streaks across your
glass let me settle and cloud
the world from your view

let me conduct
the melodious drama
of the chorus of wipers
chanting to some deity
prayers that our ears
cannot hear

let me wash
over you as you
run to avoid each drop

you did not see me anyway
so like rain wash me away too

6/27/00 4:59PM CMT