oh well

looks like the sick fuck that caused me to leave here has returned...not sure what I am going to do...please let me know if any of you are having "weird" happenings from"strangers"...

the twisted mind of unstable assholes can be a bit much to deal with...I suppose I will have to go to "invite only" status....in that case, I will send out requests

I thank you all for your support and wish nothing but nightmarish Freddy Kruegeresque catastrophic events to permeate the life of the one responsible...for starters

Peace

p.s. if anyone would like more information on the party involved, I will gladly provide IP address(es), home and phone information upon request

also, any suggestions on protecting my site here would be appreciated...I realize that I will probably have to start a new site and lock it down...how much fun is that?

Susie and Dave

30 years since the facts 

became friction, I found myself

lost, more than most times before

sitting in my past, on a sofa

with Susie and Dave, they were friendly 

Susie liked to ingest cocaine

in a combustible format and was known

by many, to favor the barter system

some called her a crack whore

I called her my friend

Dave called her things, but mostly Q

He was ex-military, a misnomer for sure

for he insisted a lot from Susie

PUT MY LIGHTER BACK

LEAVE MY PIPE ALONE

GET ME A BEER

and she did, and sat right next to him

and they would collapse in each other 

after every hit, and hold on for the next 

it was Louisiana hot that night

I felt a coolness on my skin, my guard dropped

and flooded my sensibilities, 

we were talking and I let it all go, 

it was dramatic, 

to the point where they put down the pipe, 

the AC kicked off

and as sweat congealed with sadness, Susie touched me

not that way...more profoundly...

"you miss your Dad, don't ya'?"

I took her and looked in her eyes

deeper than oceans, and replied,

"no, I don't miss him...I missed him"

that was the moment in my life 

that saved me from sadness

the moment, when I knew what was wrong with me

all of the fractured windows and mirrors came back together

it was a moment never to be found, had I not made friends

with Susie and Dave, the crack whore and womanizer

rad062609

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http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/19/poetics-changes/

Thematic Photographic 170 "frosted"

http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2011/11/thematic-photographic-170-drink-up.html

defrosted

rd112408

how hip were we

the message died

in cloudy mornings, soiled sofas

group hugs explaining nothing

and beating drums went silent

...reinforcements never arrived

and we burned another notion

popped another dream

injected more concepts

swallowing the uncool aid

so we chanted Peace

while fucking our friends minds

why couldn't we believe ourselves

what if the loner stoner was heard

and the rallies didn't melt in our hands

ok, we were right

and now we're what...

wrong?

or simply victims of last night's party

look in the ashtrays

under the tables

perhaps the tea leaves can tell us

that bong water won't float hope

----

rd051811

fuck it list

bucket lists are bullshit

what a waste of time

living for dreams

you didn't believe in

chasing crippled notions and

following losers to the gray zone

of equality

in the waning moments

awareness sets in and now

you're ready?

for what,

a certain sunset

to share with yourself

a thirty minute meal

overpriced and consumed, reduced

to a golden crap

puking in some unpronounceable ocean

because you saw a movie and.....

how about a kick in your ass

for not

doing more when you were...alive

when the grind was eating your soul

so the kids could be

happy or

the endless evenings spent smiling

at the table set just so, like a Williams-Sonoma ad

the one your ex-wife swore the Wilson's did not have,

yet

just because Mr. Handcock drove a Jag

you bought the Bentley

showing neighbors how important

you think…you are 

the dust on your heels confirms,

dreamers die slower deaths

I say, let's speed up the process

.

.

.

I'm working on my list

my, fuck it list

going nowhere and melting

into myself, at peace with me

even as the red ants of fate dine on my bones,

constant comfort is near

fuck it allows me to breathe

to rejoice in loss

as heroic waves wash my tears away

fuck it to the controlled chaos

the purposeful ignorance that shelters so many

their dark caverns, where books rust

and imagery comes in bills and reruns

fuck it serves me freedom

to soar above the hatred of evening newscasts

the murderous rage so far from my door

one click turns me off, the next

takes me mountaintop high

I vote Fuck It for President

Fuck It for the New World Leader

my new favorite team,

The Fighting Fuck It's

never a concern for victory

as all are winners

so kick your bucket list

to the curb

and step up to say

“FUCK IT”

you'll be glad you did

rd060611

see more @ http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/12/poetics-what-did-you-call-me/

in her head

her aura is opaque

Spring green eyes, a trademark

the passive frown she holds

claims all takers

after three weeks in therapy

her answers are getting vague

apparently

or perhaps it's the questions

lulling her into lies

I saw her in the hall today

this corridor of shame

where a head held high threatens 

and somehow a smile, confesses truth

I asked if she felt like smoking with me

you know, outside

where light has a color

and sounds refute sterility

but she couldn't answer right then

as the first pill of the day had her

in my ignorance, I smiled and said

nothing, yet she had heard enough

from me

and I watched her pass

washing the walls with her palms

each tile an important tone

a texture only she could feel

I wanted her to turn back

but my role call was next

and I had a story to design

for the smiles that love to listen

between coffee breaks and paperwork

rd102410

it's everywhere

amidst the beauty

horror lurks, crawling

against defenseless skin

shredding the pristine glow

that masquerades the truth

urban realities exist

a purpose buried beneath the noise

screaming infants, deny us

wallowing sirens, accuse us

fading Sun's, forgive us

and an overgrown corner lot

holds tomorrow, a fledgling stalk

grasps for the sky, begging

to be used, to deliver a notion

to receive your gift of acceptance

in darkest morning's light,

revelation demands release

so we scream, unheard

and unheld, yet begging

for the beauty to save us

from the horror

of Life

rd010511

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http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/08/openlinknight-week-17/

Fort Pickens...ghosts of yesterday

Bluetiful

in a boys eyes

blue

nothing else

soft blue

eyes

turned blue

sad as life

blue

still blue

oceans wide

blue

in a man's eyes

blue

he is

blue

his life is...bluetiful

.

.

after looking at beige

I am certain

more so than ever

I was meant to be

Blue