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June 14, 2009
I have hosted the show
I have pulled
the strings, that
control the extended
never considering the puppets
attached to, but
controlled by me and my
dubious intentions
for
the ignorant dummies they
hang from
the palms of my hands and
do what I want they
dance when I grasp and
by or by ten
they
fall

 

Pretty Wings

May 20, 2009
We recant seeking closure of the relationship with ourselves that was left behind. We become "Mrs." sometimes unknowingly or knowing so with reservation, only to feel a loss of self and the ability to fully spread our Pretty wings.
 

To...

May 20, 2009
A player of chess
so
intrigued by
me
feeling the wind in the hair of
a head so high too
smart, too savvy too
young to properly surrender I
play my game, to...
pick my surprise and I
make my moves to pick
the time and manor of which
given it is
with my hands pulling strings to...
land ten steps ahead for
the spin of a web I tangled
so
I am
left alone to, think of
the strings
of
the game
the surprise to me
left prize-less
to...?

Dedicated to: Bettaman
 

Get off me!

May 17, 2009
Is it just me, or does it seem like the 3 feet rule no longer exists? Why do people get so close? Is the earth that crowded, or have we gotten that friendly? Everywhere I go, it seems like people are either stepping on my heels, breathing down my neck, or looking over my shoulder while I'm entering my pen number on the charge pad at the grocery store! Get off me!
 

TWENTYTEEN

May 15, 2009
My single mother died when I was 19. I am the eldest of 3 children. My sister, Tanecia, was 16. My brother, Travis, was 14, and my father was gone. It was the first week of my sophomore year of college; a fact that mother never hesitated to boast about. Though I had nowhere near graduated, the fact that I was there, was reason enough for her admiration. I planned the funeral; with the help of my grandparents, who had flown in from California. The funeral was very sad and the very existence of it was puzzling, considering the fact that she was 40 years old and was relatively healthy, all things considered. Still, we made it through and the subject seemed more approachable with each passing day. My sister, who appeared to take it the hardest, was...better and I, who always appeared strong and beyond my years in wisdom, appeared stronger and wiser than ever before, but how do you ask a fourteen year old boy to instantly become a man? How do you ask him to flourish without the nourishment of his mother's love? How do you expect someone to lose the one that broke their fall, to stand without her with a broken heart? (What does it mean...?)

He never cried aloud, but his life now screams despair. Wherever he went, trouble found him and now has a lease on his life. He used illegal drugs, abused prescription drugs, drunk himself unconscious and finally overdosed. He's hinted at suicide, no doubtingly, to get to her. So how do you ask a, now,  20 year old, to go "be a man", when he stopped growing at age 14? You can't. So, you just pray. (What does it mean...?)
 

JUDGMENTAL

May 15, 2009
Lately, I've been pissed off! Well, not actually. Due to the growing support of the theory that I am judgmental, I have come to, at least consider the validity of the accusation. However, I can not forsake the opportunity to bring attention to the fact that by calling me judgmental, my accusers are in fact judging me and therefor judgmental in their own right. Furthermore, are we not all judgmental to one extent or another? Judging people, and the things around us have essential benefits in life. ("What does it mean...?")

Consider. If we did not "judge" people, we may never learn who to trust. If we failed to judge situations, we would not know which ones to avoid? How would we know who to befriend, 'boyfriend' or leave friendless? How would we know when to remove ourselves from situations and when to "live a little"? Hint: We judge them! ("What does it mean...?")

Judge not, less ye be judged! Ye are judged and ye judge others. It's okay. I think the important thing is to judge out of necessity and not out of jealousy, or out of anger and just plain nastiness. Judgment is not a weapon its a tool to be used carefully and in consideration of the subject.  ("What does it mean...?")
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