To those who say Fox News is biased, slanted, and/or reports things taken out of context . I submit the following 'true' statements.
1] Fox news is fair and balanced.
2] The check is in the mail.
3] Don't worry, baby, I wouldn't take advantage of you if you drink too much.
4] Officer, that's not my weed, I don't know how that baggie got under my carseat////in my coat pocket ////in my glovebox!
5] I don't need to ask directions, I know exactly where we are /// where we are going.
6] Oh, just throw that away, I won't need the assembly instructions.
7] I don't have any idea where that dent in the car came from.
8] You don't need to read the contract, just sign here, don't worry, I took care of everything.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Faith
The Mountains and Sea can become as one.
But the travelers journey is not yet done.
His soul sails on , he trusts his heart, tis his fate.
To sail and hope to reach the one, his mate.
She waits, watches, and prays that tiny sail.
Will hold together through wind, wave and travail.
She stands with faith that cannot bend.
For She knows each journey has an end.
The wind, the waves, conspire to make her fall
But heaven knows a Womans love can save us all
But the travelers journey is not yet done.
His soul sails on , he trusts his heart, tis his fate.
To sail and hope to reach the one, his mate.
She waits, watches, and prays that tiny sail.
Will hold together through wind, wave and travail.
She stands with faith that cannot bend.
For She knows each journey has an end.
The wind, the waves, conspire to make her fall
But heaven knows a Womans love can save us all
Small Sonnets
A Future
As one looks forward to the rest of this life.
Asking of the powers that be, a place free of strife.
It need not be Mansion, nor Kubla Khans Dome.
For where love is found is forever a home.
No subservience or dominance on either part.
Two making One, that comes only from the heart.
I am her equal, friend, lover, and partner for life.
She is my equal, my partner, my lover, my wife.
Oh, there are diamonds and gold, all sorts of material things.
They compare not to the sound of joy when a lady sings.
She sings because her soul is content, her heart set free.
If you have never heard this, my friend, I pity thee.
Then when the Black Camel kneels, and I pass thru death's door.
She can say, "I loved and was loved", why need there be more?
_______________________________________________________________________________
Worship.
She has some fear, her heart a wounded dove.
But still she doth wish to be loved and to love.
The men she has known, none called her a beauty.
She now thinks of sex, as naught but woman’s duty.
But as she lay enclosed in his arms , in that private place.
She sees what she never thought to see in any man’s face.
She sees the caring and worship of her in his eyes.
A trembling begins, from her heart to her thighs.
He has his own fears too , he feels from love he is barred.
By this face and body he wears, so hideously scarred.
She cups her hands on his cheeks, that half-melted visage.
Within him something heals he now has the courage.
He moves down beside her, he will not falter.
As he begins to worship at her body’s altar.
Every peak and hollow of her body, neck down to hips.
He worships and blesses with hands, tongue, and lips.
She arches her hips, opens as on no other occasion.
As her souls flame is kindled by that gentle invasion.
He takes her up and thru that orgasmic door.
Twas new to her, had never been there before.
He enters her, in the soft combat free from strife.
And they begin anew, that dance ancient as life.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Summer Night
You called out over and over, his name, to all above
Lying there, you two, as one, in the throes of love
Gazing deep into your eyes, he says your name.
Spoken only at a whisper, a scream, just the same.
Your body explodes in release, so great it gives you fright
Approaching Nirvana, unbridled passion, in the sultry night.
He rises with you, together, joins you at that you both did seek
The two come back to this world, having acheived that peak.
Full moon above, shining white diamonds off drops of dew.
The heated silence of the night, seems to envy the two of you.
The stars are fixed in place, you know that it is always so.
Yet they seemed to spin and dance, but a few moments ago.
The night breezes cool the sweat, earlier seeming so molten.
As you lie in each others arms, in those moments so golden.
He gently trails his hands over your bodys' curves.
You see that male part of him, as it again stirs.
Then, before the rising of the summer sun
That time comes again, when two become one
As one looks forward to the rest of this life.
Asking of the powers that be, a place free of strife.
It need not be Mansion, nor Kubla Khans Dome.
For where love is found is forever a home.
No subservience or dominance on either part.
Two making One, that comes only from the heart.
I am her equal, friend, lover, and partner for life.
She is my equal, my partner, my lover, my wife.
Oh, there are diamonds and gold, all sorts of material things.
They compare not to the sound of joy when a lady sings.
She sings because her soul is content, her heart set free.
If you have never heard this, my friend, I pity thee.
Then when the Black Camel kneels, and I pass thru death's door.
She can say, "I loved and was loved", why need there be more?
_______________________________________________________________________________
Worship.
She has some fear, her heart a wounded dove.
But still she doth wish to be loved and to love.
The men she has known, none called her a beauty.
She now thinks of sex, as naught but woman’s duty.
But as she lay enclosed in his arms , in that private place.
She sees what she never thought to see in any man’s face.
She sees the caring and worship of her in his eyes.
A trembling begins, from her heart to her thighs.
He has his own fears too , he feels from love he is barred.
By this face and body he wears, so hideously scarred.
She cups her hands on his cheeks, that half-melted visage.
Within him something heals he now has the courage.
He moves down beside her, he will not falter.
As he begins to worship at her body’s altar.
Every peak and hollow of her body, neck down to hips.
He worships and blesses with hands, tongue, and lips.
She arches her hips, opens as on no other occasion.
As her souls flame is kindled by that gentle invasion.
He takes her up and thru that orgasmic door.
Twas new to her, had never been there before.
He enters her, in the soft combat free from strife.
And they begin anew, that dance ancient as life.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Summer Night
You called out over and over, his name, to all above
Lying there, you two, as one, in the throes of love
Gazing deep into your eyes, he says your name.
Spoken only at a whisper, a scream, just the same.
Your body explodes in release, so great it gives you fright
Approaching Nirvana, unbridled passion, in the sultry night.
He rises with you, together, joins you at that you both did seek
The two come back to this world, having acheived that peak.
Full moon above, shining white diamonds off drops of dew.
The heated silence of the night, seems to envy the two of you.
The stars are fixed in place, you know that it is always so.
Yet they seemed to spin and dance, but a few moments ago.
The night breezes cool the sweat, earlier seeming so molten.
As you lie in each others arms, in those moments so golden.
He gently trails his hands over your bodys' curves.
You see that male part of him, as it again stirs.
Then, before the rising of the summer sun
That time comes again, when two become one
Friday, July 23, 2010
Just FYI: One of my poems mentions Kubera. He is a god in the India pantheon . He is the Lord of Hidden treasure. Some think that means he knows the location of all lost riches. I believe that means he is the lord of the hidden treasures of the soul and spirit of mankind and womankind.
I use that name in my s/n not because I think I have any of those powers, but if I could have, those are the ones I would want
I use that name in my s/n not because I think I have any of those powers, but if I could have, those are the ones I would want
For my Daughter
MY CHILD, and her child
Once I held you, newborn, cupped within my hands.
You hold your own child now, in a distant land.
I would pick you up, and hold you at every chance.
And sing to you, as around the room we would dance
Watched you play and grow, outside the shelter of my arms.
Tried to keep you forever safe from danger and all harms.
There were times you hated me, this I know,
because I was the one who always had to say no.
Nights and days, I missed any chance of sleep.
Knew not where you were, and in safety did keep.
Just want to let you know, for me, you stand above the crowd
My Baby girl, you have made this old man very proud
Once I held you, newborn, cupped within my hands.
You hold your own child now, in a distant land.
I would pick you up, and hold you at every chance.
And sing to you, as around the room we would dance
Watched you play and grow, outside the shelter of my arms.
Tried to keep you forever safe from danger and all harms.
There were times you hated me, this I know,
because I was the one who always had to say no.
Nights and days, I missed any chance of sleep.
Knew not where you were, and in safety did keep.
Just want to let you know, for me, you stand above the crowd
My Baby girl, you have made this old man very proud
A Random Rant
Am I the only one who, when in a hurry or running late for something important, gets stuck behind some yutz going 15 MPH under the speed limit. Understand, I am not speeding to get to my destination, merely doing the speed limit. So the opportunity presents to pass this idiot, you change lanes, and he/she speeds up to the point that 10 mph OVER the speed limit won't pass them. So you swing back in the lane and - - - yep, they slow back down.
Times like that, you have no idea how much I miss my old 74 International, it had big steel plow blade on the front of it. And if you are on the freeway, this 'genius' is always in the high speed passing lane.
Times like that, you have no idea how much I miss my old 74 International, it had big steel plow blade on the front of it. And if you are on the freeway, this 'genius' is always in the high speed passing lane.
The Old Gods
DANCER
When she was but a child, she began to dance
Any music or song, gave her that chance.
All blessed to see her, knew they were given a gift
Watching her move, your heart and spirit would lift
Twas as if she was Dance itself, given function and form
She could drive out your heartaches, push back a storm
This tiny waif of a girl, if you saw her you could but know
As she got older, that power would do nothing but grow
She grew to a young woman, dancing lighter than air
With a sweet gamin face, and long flowing hair
She never did think of leaving her small town
For people came to see her , from all cities around.
Till came one day a man of evil, a man filled with greed
Who saw her dance and thought. "she's is just what I need'
I can sell tickets, I will call her "Natures own flower"
I will get wealth, and I know , money will give me power
So he walked to the dancer, and took her by the hands
Said , Come little one, You should be seen in all Lands"
To the great city , he took the dancer , that young girl
Made up signs,"See the best dancer of this World"
They came and watched, felt a freedom of sense
AS they were all awed by her magnificence
The cheering rose up, making such a great sound
That Ra's sun chariot slowed in its daily round.
Ra loooked down to see what could give his horses pause
'Saw a small woman, thought surely this can't be the cause
The greedy one came on the stage, commited a great crime
Saying."She dances better than the Gods of any and all time"
When Ra heard this, he became somber and sadden
He knew the old Gods, these words would not gladden
With the mans fateful words ,. upon the stage there appeared
A Blazing shape , away you must look ere your vision be seared
It faded down to a woman, of beauty and inhuman grace
Clothing of gold, daughter of the Nile showing in her fac e
"I heard the words of that greedy hearted,evil little man,
Tho not your fault, You will have to make a stand
I am Hathor, Goddess of Beauty Music and Dance
You need not best me, you will be given the chance
To follow my movements , thoughout my long dance
If you do so, then I give my promise to give duty
To bestow you long life, and never fading beauty"
To the music of spheres, Hathor twirled, danced and leapt
Beside her, the dancer matched her, movement and step.
The dance left the stage, thru the city. place to place
None dreamed mere mortal woman could keep up that pace
As Hathor stopped, Said, You have done your part
You have matched my dance, yours is a pure heart
Hathor raised her arms amd gave the dancer the spell
The dancer's tiredness vanished, she suddenly felt well
AS she started to sit, They heard a sound from the sky
The wings of a great bird, far to huge to possibly fly
Twas Garuda, t he Bird of Hindu Gods, and up on its Back.
One Burning, One Red Robed, one whose face was black
First walked Agni, God of fire, and none hoped to learn
One gesture from him, the very stones of the city would burn
Robed in Red, Yama , God of Death, from him, none can flee
One touch, one glance of his takes the soul and life from thee.
Kali, many armed, black face, To whom all Chaos is sweet
Death and destruction , to her , are like fruit and meat
AS they approached the dancer, she bowed her head.
One look , One gesture of theirs and she would be dead
Kali said "It is good to that the other one left you fresh and alive,
It will make your death sweeter , you cannot hope to survive"
"You cannot outdance me, Mine and the other two Powers
Will bring an end to this city and you in just a few hours
But , come now,tho your effort is doomed you must try
To turn us away, win, and then none in this place will die
The Hindu music began, sounds the dancer never before heard
She stood there frozen in shock saying never a word
Kali began her dance, With her many arms and black of face
that dance she gave before Shiva, In the Destoyers Palace
The little dancer watched and in fear she did cower
To match or beat that dance she had not the power
As Kali danced, the crowd divided, it did split apart
And what looked like a man, came forth from its heart
Blue-skinned and smiling, all his rainment was gleaming
Strength, hope, and love from him seemed to be streaming
I am Kubera, no great power, Just Lord of all hidden treasure
I say unto you, Not even those three can take my full measure
Powers of Death, Chaos,and Fire are no part of my list
But I can grant thee this power, those fears to resist.
She felt an upwelling of spirit, and suddenly she knew
How to answer Kali's dance , what she had to try to do
She moved up by Kali but d id not challenge her Dance
She had but one way, on that she took her chance
The dancer did not compete, did not enter that strife
She began her own dance , one of hope,a Paen to LIFE'
She danced of the Love, Of Parent for Child
Love of Man and Woman, both tender and wild.
She danced of the love that encompasses all
Emboldened and daring to answer each call
She danced of the life, so simple yet deep
Of lovers holding each other while deeply in sleep
She danced of the truth, that all on the earth
Whether poor or King, each has true worth
Kali's dance faltered and stopped, The three lost their will
They knew before them danced something no Power could kill
They went back to Garuda, That great messenger bird
They left her there dancing and said not one word
She ceased her dance, looked round, walks down to the crowd.
Asks, "Where went the God who gave hope and made me so proud?
The people were confused i n whole, said "No God did we see"
Only one old blind begger came anywhere close to thee
Where is he, she asked, and all looked around
no begger was seen nor ever was found
When she was but a child, she began to dance
Any music or song, gave her that chance.
All blessed to see her, knew they were given a gift
Watching her move, your heart and spirit would lift
Twas as if she was Dance itself, given function and form
She could drive out your heartaches, push back a storm
This tiny waif of a girl, if you saw her you could but know
As she got older, that power would do nothing but grow
She grew to a young woman, dancing lighter than air
With a sweet gamin face, and long flowing hair
She never did think of leaving her small town
For people came to see her , from all cities around.
Till came one day a man of evil, a man filled with greed
Who saw her dance and thought. "she's is just what I need'
I can sell tickets, I will call her "Natures own flower"
I will get wealth, and I know , money will give me power
So he walked to the dancer, and took her by the hands
Said , Come little one, You should be seen in all Lands"
To the great city , he took the dancer , that young girl
Made up signs,"See the best dancer of this World"
They came and watched, felt a freedom of sense
AS they were all awed by her magnificence
The cheering rose up, making such a great sound
That Ra's sun chariot slowed in its daily round.
Ra loooked down to see what could give his horses pause
'Saw a small woman, thought surely this can't be the cause
The greedy one came on the stage, commited a great crime
Saying."She dances better than the Gods of any and all time"
When Ra heard this, he became somber and sadden
He knew the old Gods, these words would not gladden
With the mans fateful words ,. upon the stage there appeared
A Blazing shape , away you must look ere your vision be seared
It faded down to a woman, of beauty and inhuman grace
Clothing of gold, daughter of the Nile showing in her fac e
"I heard the words of that greedy hearted,evil little man,
Tho not your fault, You will have to make a stand
I am Hathor, Goddess of Beauty Music and Dance
You need not best me, you will be given the chance
To follow my movements , thoughout my long dance
If you do so, then I give my promise to give duty
To bestow you long life, and never fading beauty"
To the music of spheres, Hathor twirled, danced and leapt
Beside her, the dancer matched her, movement and step.
The dance left the stage, thru the city. place to place
None dreamed mere mortal woman could keep up that pace
As Hathor stopped, Said, You have done your part
You have matched my dance, yours is a pure heart
Hathor raised her arms amd gave the dancer the spell
The dancer's tiredness vanished, she suddenly felt well
AS she started to sit, They heard a sound from the sky
The wings of a great bird, far to huge to possibly fly
Twas Garuda, t he Bird of Hindu Gods, and up on its Back.
One Burning, One Red Robed, one whose face was black
First walked Agni, God of fire, and none hoped to learn
One gesture from him, the very stones of the city would burn
Robed in Red, Yama , God of Death, from him, none can flee
One touch, one glance of his takes the soul and life from thee.
Kali, many armed, black face, To whom all Chaos is sweet
Death and destruction , to her , are like fruit and meat
AS they approached the dancer, she bowed her head.
One look , One gesture of theirs and she would be dead
Kali said "It is good to that the other one left you fresh and alive,
It will make your death sweeter , you cannot hope to survive"
"You cannot outdance me, Mine and the other two Powers
Will bring an end to this city and you in just a few hours
But , come now,tho your effort is doomed you must try
To turn us away, win, and then none in this place will die
The Hindu music began, sounds the dancer never before heard
She stood there frozen in shock saying never a word
Kali began her dance, With her many arms and black of face
that dance she gave before Shiva, In the Destoyers Palace
The little dancer watched and in fear she did cower
To match or beat that dance she had not the power
As Kali danced, the crowd divided, it did split apart
And what looked like a man, came forth from its heart
Blue-skinned and smiling, all his rainment was gleaming
Strength, hope, and love from him seemed to be streaming
I am Kubera, no great power, Just Lord of all hidden treasure
I say unto you, Not even those three can take my full measure
Powers of Death, Chaos,and Fire are no part of my list
But I can grant thee this power, those fears to resist.
She felt an upwelling of spirit, and suddenly she knew
How to answer Kali's dance , what she had to try to do
She moved up by Kali but d id not challenge her Dance
She had but one way, on that she took her chance
The dancer did not compete, did not enter that strife
She began her own dance , one of hope,a Paen to LIFE'
She danced of the Love, Of Parent for Child
Love of Man and Woman, both tender and wild.
She danced of the love that encompasses all
Emboldened and daring to answer each call
She danced of the life, so simple yet deep
Of lovers holding each other while deeply in sleep
She danced of the truth, that all on the earth
Whether poor or King, each has true worth
Kali's dance faltered and stopped, The three lost their will
They knew before them danced something no Power could kill
They went back to Garuda, That great messenger bird
They left her there dancing and said not one word
She ceased her dance, looked round, walks down to the crowd.
Asks, "Where went the God who gave hope and made me so proud?
The people were confused i n whole, said "No God did we see"
Only one old blind begger came anywhere close to thee
Where is he, she asked, and all looked around
no begger was seen nor ever was found
The Darkside
Dementia
Dementia has never been a state of mind,
it is an ever and always place.
Where things creep up from behind,
black bloody talons, and no face.
Where ziggurats of dark lightless stone,
Pierce like screams the moonless sky.
Rising above fields of moldering bone,
of those who came here, only to die.
Stone demons and devils have no life,
Tell yourself this , as back to wall you shove.
As the fear cuts thru you like a knife,
At the sound of their hellborne wings above.
"I am a rational person, none of this is real,
Tis but a nightmare from which I will awake."
Keep saying this, e'en though you feel.
They are coming just for you, your soul to take.
Dementia has never been a state of mind,
it is an ever and always place.
Where fear and horror is but one step behind,
No matter how hard you increase your pace
__________________________________________________________________
Demons
Within us each, ever seeing,
There exists another being.
Ever dreaming, ever scheming.
Even tho it's never seeming
We carry each, our own demon.
We cannot blame another.
Not friend, enemy, or lover.
Behind, beneath, it does hover
Madness comes, and few recover.
Ever dreaming ever scheming
You can't escape this evil being
Nor can you hide on any level
For YOU created your own devil.
Forged of fate, lost love, not taken chances.
Tempered by hate, heartbroken romances.
When that demon blade is gripped.
And your soul from you is stripped
Do not bemoan your fate
You created it from hate
Laying in the nights, dreaming.
We each create our own demon
_____________________________________________________________
[ by momlico]
Succubus. Dark Lust
You want depravity, you want lust.
The freakier the better, a must.
Then you need to see me, I'm your dream.
I tantalize, I please, I'll make you scream.
The price for my services is very high.
The last thing you'll remember is your sated sigh.
I'll be anything and everything you want.
You have me - day and night, I will haunt .
I'll love you till you twist,writhe, and bend.
Holding you tight till your life does end.
You whisper words of love - you pretend.
Your body shrivels as you, to hell I send.
I'm the lure, your drug, the bait. your evil I sate.
Watch me strip, your only thought, for us to mate.
If only you knew, you think you take from me?
As your life force leaves your body, you'll see.
For every depraved, lustful act you to me give.
The pain, the pleasure - I take into me and live.
I will t watch your body dry out and die.
As I wring from you that last sated sigh.
I am every fantasy, I make all dreams come true.
Wish for me, call me, conjure me to you.
You want a sex kitten, a love toy?
Call me, it's your death I will enjoy!
Dementia has never been a state of mind,
it is an ever and always place.
Where things creep up from behind,
black bloody talons, and no face.
Where ziggurats of dark lightless stone,
Pierce like screams the moonless sky.
Rising above fields of moldering bone,
of those who came here, only to die.
Stone demons and devils have no life,
Tell yourself this , as back to wall you shove.
As the fear cuts thru you like a knife,
At the sound of their hellborne wings above.
"I am a rational person, none of this is real,
Tis but a nightmare from which I will awake."
Keep saying this, e'en though you feel.
They are coming just for you, your soul to take.
Dementia has never been a state of mind,
it is an ever and always place.
Where fear and horror is but one step behind,
No matter how hard you increase your pace
__________________________________________________________________
Demons
Within us each, ever seeing,
There exists another being.
Ever dreaming, ever scheming.
Even tho it's never seeming
We carry each, our own demon.
We cannot blame another.
Not friend, enemy, or lover.
Behind, beneath, it does hover
Madness comes, and few recover.
Ever dreaming ever scheming
You can't escape this evil being
Nor can you hide on any level
For YOU created your own devil.
Forged of fate, lost love, not taken chances.
Tempered by hate, heartbroken romances.
When that demon blade is gripped.
And your soul from you is stripped
Do not bemoan your fate
You created it from hate
Laying in the nights, dreaming.
We each create our own demon
_____________________________________________________________
[ by momlico]
Succubus. Dark Lust
You want depravity, you want lust.
The freakier the better, a must.
Then you need to see me, I'm your dream.
I tantalize, I please, I'll make you scream.
The price for my services is very high.
The last thing you'll remember is your sated sigh.
I'll be anything and everything you want.
You have me - day and night, I will haunt .
I'll love you till you twist,writhe, and bend.
Holding you tight till your life does end.
You whisper words of love - you pretend.
Your body shrivels as you, to hell I send.
I'm the lure, your drug, the bait. your evil I sate.
Watch me strip, your only thought, for us to mate.
If only you knew, you think you take from me?
As your life force leaves your body, you'll see.
For every depraved, lustful act you to me give.
The pain, the pleasure - I take into me and live.
I will t watch your body dry out and die.
As I wring from you that last sated sigh.
I am every fantasy, I make all dreams come true.
Wish for me, call me, conjure me to you.
You want a sex kitten, a love toy?
Call me, it's your death I will enjoy!
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