Hey everyone,
Thank you to everyone for your birthday wishes. I have never been one to broadcast my birthday, but I guess those little balloons gave it away. LOL. A very sincere thank you to all of you. My birthday was pretty laid back, I just had cake and coffee at my parents house and then I went out for a little bit with some of my friends. My parents gave me seasons 4 and 5 of "The Simpson's". I think that is so awesome! I want to collect all of them. I already have every season of "Family Guy", and I want to start collecting "South Park" too. As you can see, I am a cartoon nerd! lol I also got some cool gifts from my friends. The one that Kelly gave me was a bit naughty, and I will discuss that at a later date (wink!).
I spent the last 3 days in NYC visiting friends and doing a bit of networking. I had a blast! I looked at a few apartments in North Jersey and the Bronx. I think it is pretty definite that I will be moving back to the city soon. I have several job interviews lined up in a couple of weeks. I am hoping to make my move right after the holidays. I would love to move to Manhattan, maybe Chelsea, or the West Village, but that is a little bit out of my range right now.
Baseball season is pretty much over for me now. I was rooting for the Cubs after the Yankees and Mets were eliminated, but now the Cubs are out too. I am afraid to pick another team right now. It looks like every team I pick this year loses. I am leaning towards rooting for the Rays though. Football is going good so far though, The Jets and Giants are doing good.
I decided to post a few short poems today, along with some limericks. I was going to try and sound very intellectual today, but I will put that off for another week. I hope you like this weeks selections!

Limericks: Sometimes it is just fun to write stupid stuff.

Susie's Limericks

There once was a highborn Dauphine;
A cousin who lived with the Queen;
Till she met a young lass,
With a perfect round ass,
And lost her head in a court guillotine.

There once was a bigot named Bush,
Whose head lived its life in his tush;
His views were uptight,
Came out of hindsight,
Where Rove loved to give him a push.

There once was a doctor named Laura,
Who believed she was God's carnivora;
She roared don't be gay,
He hates you that way,
Then went home to her Mistress Clitora.

There once was a woman named Mary,
Who walked down the aisle with a fairy;
Their honeymoon night,
The fairy got tight,
And got off with a wild Canary.

There once was a woman named Lilith,
Who gave Adam's bed a cold chillith;
She offered quiet glib,
Go fuck your spare rib,
This chicky shall do who she willith.

There once was a country of people,
Who believed themselves to be equal;
Then they started to pray,
In only one way,
And hung liberty on a tall steeple.

There once was a woman named Bathory,
Whose beauty came from her staffery;
She'd drain them of blood,
Then soaked in a tub;
Seems her brain had more bats than a belfry.

There once was a climber named Betty,
Who thought shaving her body was petty;
she went to Nepal,
to climb Everest et al,
and fell head over heels for a Yeti.

With a Click

single and looking
trying to connect
on-line dating site
oh, what the heck
with a click
it's off to the races
my, oh my
so many faces
so many replies
what shall I do?
who do I pick?
I haven't a clue
this one sounds good
her name is Lou Ann
after I reply
find out she's a man

I Love My Job!!

I love my job. I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, he is the best!
I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location. I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray, and piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell, there's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers, I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its software; I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and every file, I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.
These friendly men who've come today, in clean white coats to take me away!!!!!!!!

Hiya all!
I hope everyone had a great week. Mine was a little weird. Nothing special happened, I just felt weird all week. It was kind of like stress, but not really. I just felt like I had drank too much coffee all week and I don't drink that much. Maybe 2 cups a day. My skin just felt tingly all the time and I felt really jumpy. Maybe I just have some things going on in my head. I have been doing a bit of reflecting lately, thinking about changing careers and junk like that. Hopefully, things will get better soon.
I did watch another old-time movie this week. It's called "Marihuana". It was made in 1936, just before "Reefer Madness". These old movies are hilarious! I think this one was very racy for it's time though. There was some nudity in it! Not much, just some breasts and hineys, but I think that was pretty daring during that time period.
It looks like it's going to be a dreary day out today. Another rainy day here. Maybe the Albany Grays are coming in early this year. Usually in early November the skies turn gray here and stay that way until April. I think it will be a TV day for me today. I will watch some football and baseball and then see if anyone wants to do something later.
Okay, I'm running out of things to say today. Sorry for being a little boring here today. Hopefully my poems will improve this blog a bit. I hope you like this weeks writings.

Susie

I'm not much too look at, there's not much to see,
just lil ole Susie, that's me!
I live for a dream world, where I'm meant to be,
a world without heartache and misery.
so come now and join me, set your soul free,
try to imagine this world that I see,
hold my hand tightly, don't ever let go!
believe it can happen and watch the love grow!


Wal-Mart, Glass, and Coffee

I saw my heart the other day
limping around in a cast
it said it lost the will to rhyme
and got a job at Wal-Mart
just to pass the time.

I bought my heart some coffee
and asked how things had been
my heart refused to talk about it
we discussed the election instead-
then I drove my heart home.

Do you remember my heart's old house
the one made out of glass?
Now my heart lives in a one-bedroom apartment
on the other side of town
where nothing trickles down.

My heart invited me in-
not wanting me to leave
we could play scrabble, talk
or just watch T.V.
but I was tired
and the neighborhood was dark
I made empty promises to visit
and said goodbye to my heart.

Hi everybody!
That was my imitation of Dr. Nick Riviera from The Simpsons. Hope you liked it! lol
I'm having a great weekend so far. Friday night I had a few friends over and we watched some old time movies. We watched "Reefer Madness" and "Cocaine Fiends". We had such a blast! I bought them off of Ebay for about 6 bucks total. My dad recommended them to me. Both were hilarious.
Yesterday I went to the Adirondack Balloon Festival in Glens Falls. It was awesome! All of the hot air balloons were gorgeous! And to see the sky filled with them was incredible. I was a bonehead though. I never checked the batteries in my camera before I left home. Needless to say, they were dead and there wasn't anywhere near to buy new ones once we got to the field. My friends took some pictures, so I hope that they will share with me.
I will be going over to my parents house in a little bit to watch the Ryder Cup with my dad. It's a little tradition I have with him. We both enjoy it a lot. And yes, I am a golf geek! lol. I have played some and I will admit I am really bad at it. I do enjoy it though.
After golf we will watch the last game ever at Yankee Stadium. It will be sad and I really wish it wasn't the last game, but I am being realistic. We aren't going to the playoffs this year. Well maybe football will be good to me this year. Go Jets! lol
Now it's time for the dreaded poems! If you have made it this far in my blog I am hoping you can last just a little longer and read my weekly attempts at poetry. I promised someone earlier in the week that I would have a theme for the week. This weeks them is masturbation, lol. Hey now!!! We all do it, I'm just the dork that wrote poems about it!


hands off

I'm sitting on a child's swing
but there're things I know my hands
would rather be doing
to make myself high
like putting them between my thighs
don't really want to masturbate
out of desperation
but it's all my body's had of late
now I'm tired of always knowing
where these fingers are going
and something about this auto-eroticism
just seems wrong anyway
like another form of narcissism
tired of the fumblings of inept lovers
my fingers have become illicit rovers
I strip naked
and give myself what I want
but somehow my body knows I faked it
so I lie on my bed
and let the darkness take me instead...


My Handy Hand

Being single is lonely, as lonely as can be
But it's not as lonely as people seem to see
Because I have something that helps me out
It will be there every time without a doubt
My hand is my friend and what a friend it is
This friend you can be with without being given a quiz
It's because you don't have to talk about it
It also won't get bored of being around and quit
At anytime it will give you a hand
Whenever you want and on demand
Tell it how you want things done
Tell it how you like having your fun
No talking back, no arguments at all
This handy hand is always on call.

Hey all!
I hope everyone is doing great. I am totally psyched. Autumn is almost here! My two favorite seasons are Spring and Fall. I just love the coolness at night, and the very comfortable temperatures during the day. During the Summer I long for winter and during the Winter I long for Summer. But during the Spring and Fall I always wish it would stay this way.
I do have a favor to ask of you guys. I do enjoy your emails tremendously. I really do! They really make me feel great and boost my ego like you don't know! But I do need to ask this favor. Could you guys be a bit less graphic in them? I realize that this is a nude site (I refuse to call it porn), and that I post photos of myself nude in the photos section, but given my orientation (for those that don't know, I am gay) could you please keep the graphical descriptions to a minimum. Believe me, I do quite enjoy that you like my pictures. It is a big turn on. But in the future can you please refrain from using the C word and saying that you can change my mind. I do appreciate all of the emails that I do get, but please try to put yourself in my place before hitting send. Thanks!
Okay, I am off of my soapbox now.
Football season is back and I am totally psyched. My team, the Jets, won last week! Woohoo! Not so sure if they can keep it up this week. They play the Patriots this week, and even without Tom Brady the Patriots are still an awesome team. The Giants are looking good too. Hopefully, I will hear from Frankus later and he can bring me some more luck this week with the Jets.
I will be posting 2 more poems today. I didn't realize that my last few were really gay, so I will try to post some of my "not-gay" poems for the next couple of weeks. In the future I will try to spread them out a bit more. You do have to realize that I write about what I know and feel, so a lot of my writings tend to lean towards the queer side. lol

SUGAR DONUTS ON A SLEEPY SUNDAY

Sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday aren't complete without a triple latte.
For when caffeine and sugar are combined, sleep becomes the last thing on my mind.
The confectionery rush is so intense, while the caffeine jolt is equally immense.
But when these two delights converge, I get a most delicious, energetic surge.
A donut with a cup, opens wide my eyes and then, as if electrified, I rise.

Toothpaste on my hairbrush,
Oops, I can't forget to flush…
To the shower I must rush
Rush, rush, rush.
Take the cat out for his walk
Bewildered dogs bark and gawk
Then a minute for the news
There's no time to just peruse
Reply to email, skip the detail
Zigzag, zigzag, no time to lag
So much to do, so much to do!
Mow the garden, weed the grass
I love it when I move this fast!
Wash the house and paint the car
Neighbors stare like I'm bizarre!
I get my chores done in a flash
(for I know that soon I'll crash)
But for now I'll ride this high
Oh my God, my cup's run dry!
Yeah, two donut holes remain
"How did they ever get that name?"
For a moment I do ponder
Then my mind begins to wander
Non-stop flights and boneless wings
Oxymoron's, all these things
I gulp the holes in one big bite
To hang onto this rush I fight
Caffeine level's running low
as my body starts to slow

My mind unwinds and clears a bit, then to myself I must admit,
When mixing latte with my donuts, true it is, I morph into a total putz.
I'm sleepy and I need to take a nap. All my zip has now been zapped.
The next time I think I want sweet pastry with my latte (though it might be tasty)
I surely will resist, "No way," I'll say, to sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday.


Vending Machine of Life

Oh, Vending Machine of Life,
You contain all that is desired;
Bugles, Twinkies and root beer by Hires
All pushed forward by little wires

I peer through the glass
And leave a smudgy fingerprint
And wonder have I got some coins
To liberate all that is contained in it

Vending machine of life,
I give you my silvery legal tender
And yet you cruelly mock me
And coldly refuse to render

Ho-Ho's, Cinnabuns and Wrigley's gum
Vending Machine of Life, you softly hum
I punch buttons and knobs like a spastic twit
But, Vending Machine of Life, you won't give me sh-t

I curse you and kick you in puny frustration
I mutter oaths about automation
But no matter how I plead and beseech
The sweetness you have stays beyond my reach

Vending Machine of Life, if I could shake you
Violently enough, then that might make you
Bestow your favors, or perhaps, instead,
You will just fall on me and bust my head

Here lies Susie, 'neath a Coke machine
With a fractured skull and a ruptured spleen
My final thought before it all went black,
I didn't even get my fu-king money back!

This is the poem that I told you about this weekend. It was written by a friend of mine. When I read it I cried. To give you just a little background about her, without revealing too much. She grew up in the corn belt. I met her several years ago at college and we have remained friends ever since. I have let her read my poetry, the stuff I have posted here, and others that are very private to me. She has let me read some of hers too. When she handed me this one I was floored. I never knew what she went through as a teen. I came out when I was 16 and went through some changes in friends, but nothing close to what my friend did. I will not say her name here just in case anyone who knows me reads this. She did give me permission to post this as long as I kept her identity private. I just wish things were different for her growing up. I guess things that I take for granted, being from New York, are not considered acceptable in other regions of the country.
Well, before I go off and start spouting my idealistic beliefs and make a fool of myself, here is the poem. I do hope you feel her emotion in it. It comes straight from her heart and soul.

~ Why I Hate Being Me ~

I am beginning to hate facebook and the memories it brings.
I talked to a friend last night…I was horrified to hear what she had to say.
Now, you need to know I came out gay at a young age…
I told my close friends I was a lesbian at 14…
High school was a living nightmare from that day forward.
Never did I think my sexuality would have hurt my friends as much as it did.
People said I was strong, and brave.
They told me to keep my head held high and never lose sight of who I was.
But they never knew how much I was dying inside.
In school it didn't matter what was said, or done…
YOU were guilty by association.
My friends were the target of harassment.
And if you couldn't beat them, join them.
They let the rumors get the best of them…
And now they resent me for making their lives hell too.
They resent me for pulling them down.
I took you out of an abusive home, put food in your stomach and a roof over your head…
I would have given my left leg to make sure you were safe.
To be turned around, to be told I had an ulterior motive…
To have the nerve to say I did it all out of sexual attraction.
I never touched you.
And I will no longer speak to you from this day forward.
A stab in the back was not what I was looking for.
They couldn't handle the accusations by being seen as my friend.
So they threw daggers in my direction along with the rest of the school.
I didn't let you kill me.
I didn't let you drag me down.
I was happy with who I was.
10 years has gone by and you have yet to forget every detail of how my being gay ruined your life.
You had 10 years to learn to hate me.
Thank god you can't see my face, or hear my voice right now…
The screen hides my tears.
The screen hides the sound of my heart breaking.
I had a small circle of friends, ones I loved dearly.
I always thought they loved me too.
Only to find, they hated my muff diving ass.
They didn't know the half of what I went through…
They didn't know the bullets I took to the chest for them.
They didn't know how much I adored them all.
I walked away from them, for they didn't know how much THEY were hurting me.
I dropped out fo school.
I remained the bad guy and took the blame for everything that fell apart.
And that was ok, cuz I wasn't around to defend myself.
It was a battle I would NEVER win.
I never showed my face in that school again and my friends had a wonderful grad…
WITHOUT ME.
I saw prom pictures, jealous I couldn't be there…
Pissed off the school wouldn't let me go.
I realize now, it was for the better.
I thought I had moved past that part of my life.
Then someone introduced me to facebook.
And I saw all my friends.
I missed them so much.
So I clicked friend request.
And the cycle of high school drama begins again.
10 against 1…
It was my entire fault…
Thanks for tearing that scar open…
Thanks for making me bleed.
I couldn't say sorry enough, but I never knew what I was saying sorry for.
Striving to find words to get them to see me, not the rumors, not my sexuality.
I found the delete button in a hurry…
And once again I walked away from who I thought were my friends.
But this time I know, this isn't MY problem.
It's THEIRS!
Goodbye for good guys.

Hey all!
I hope you all had a great week. Mine was a little weird.
Yesterday was my dad's birthday, So I spent the whole day with him. We had a great time. He had wanted to play golf in the morning, but the weather didn't cooperate. We talked, listened to music, and ate cake all day. My dad is a disc jockey at one of the local radio stations here. His station plays classic rock all of the time, but he cannot be pigeon-holed into just that one genre. He is always longing for the days of when rock stations played music from many genres, rock, metal, R&B, soul, punk, etc. I think that I have my love of all kinds of music because of him. He is always turning me on to new artists, and old ones I have never heard of. I guess what I am trying to say, without running on and on, is I Love You Dad! Thank you for being who you are and accepting me for who I am! You too Mom, but I will get to you on your birthday. lol
I also had a strange and disturbing experience with Ebay. I buy stuff periodically on there. Every purchase has been a pleasant one. I have gotten some real quality stuff from there and saved a lot of money doing it. Well in early August I ordered some vitamins and I hadn't received in 3 weeks. So I emailed the seller on Monday. I didn't get an answer so I emailed him again on Wednesday, and again on Thursday - no answer. So I opened a dispute with PayPal. I emailed the seller again yesterday morning advising that I would be escalating the issue to a complaint due to his lack of response, which I did. Well last night I finally got a response from the seller. He explained that the reason for the delay in shipping my product, which I ordered on August 3, was because he was a disabled vet. That he finally shipped it on September 3rd and that I should be thankful to him that he defended my freedom. Now I am all for supporting our troops. My dad fought in Viet Nam and my gramps fought in World War II. What I don't understand is why this guy is trying to make me feel guilty about him slacking off, and what the heck does him being a vet have to do with waiting a month to ship something. I have yet to receive the item also. Am I wrong for being a little disturbed by his explanation/excuse? I think I gave him ample time, and I did attempt to contact him several times to find out what was going on. Am I supposed to give him a free ride because he defended our freedom? I'm just puzzled.
Okay, I'm done with my whining now.
I did finish writing a few poems this week too. So I will post them here. I will forewarn you, they are a bit gay. But so am I! lol Oops! I outed myself again!

I will be posting another poem later in the week that one of my friends wrote. I just think it's awesome, insightful, and very emotional. I think it deserves it's own blog spot so I will post it on it's own.


I Love Girls

When I was five, I loved a girl
Jeanie was her name
She was my very best friend
I know she felt the same
I'd always plant one on her cheek
At the end of the day
That was, until my mother cried
"You shouldn't behave that way"

"She's not a cousin - not a sister
She's a girl - You shouldn't kiss her"

But I love Girls
How can this be wrong?
There is no sweeter melody
Calling to me like a Siren's song
Whenever I am with them
I know I belong
Precious pretty pearls - Girls

Kathy caught my eye in Junior High
She thought Oasis was boss
We cut gym to work on
Our Marlboro cigarette coughs
Long golden hair, dark chocolate eyes
That could make me melt
What would be the harm
If I told her how I felt?

But I said too much, my words betrayed me
Is this the way my heart repays me?

I love Girls
But I guess she's not for me
She'd rather sing a different song
One with boys doing harmony
I felt so bad inside
That's not how it should be
Confusion in me swirls - Girls

Uncertainty had a hold on me
Do I dare care again?
And then I found Gwen
She said she knew she loved me too
And when our lips met
It was Kismet
She's still my favorite girl

Now I have women friends
They're sexy, fun and wise
And I can still see the girls
Shyly smiling behind their eyes
We hug hello, we kiss goodbye
It's simple as can be
I'm not afraid to say and show
All that they mean to me

Just as it's been from the start
It's the female that wins my heart

I love Girls
It's a feeling oh so strong
There is no sweeter melody
Calling to me like a Siren's song
Whenever I am with them
I know I belong
Wavy, straight or curls
Precious pretty pearls
They set my heart a whirl
Girls


Michelle

maybe it's better to forget about you
yet I know it's too late for that
I remember you in my arms
and the couch where we sat
the laughs we shared
the times we went fishing
big, brown almond eyes
and lips meant for kissing
how you worked on cars
and played with tools
us dancing in the rain
acting like fools
how your touch
made me shiver
how mine
made you quiver
these are things I won't forget
much love always my Michelle
forever in my heart
you shall dwell

I had a great, long weekend. Very relaxing. I hope everyone else did too. I finished up two more poems that I wanted to post. The first one was inspired by a friend on here (you know who you are!). I wrote it while sitting at the falls yesterday afternoon. The second one is kind of long. I worked on it for several weeks, but I think I finally got it to where I want it. I think I reveal a little more about my personality in it.
I also found out that I am a total dork!!! I just found out that there are poetry groups on here! DOH!!!! What a doofus! Oh well, I will be posting my poems in there too. If you would like to see please go to the "Poetry Kicks Ass" group. And read the other members poetry in there too! Some are truly awesome! I really do hope that you enjoy my writings.
I know that there was something else that I wanted to say, but I can't remember right now. If I do remember I will add it later.
Sooooo, here they are. Hope you like!

I Declare Peace

I declare peace.
I declare apple orchards.
Ringed wisdom growing round
I declare laughter.
I declare peace.

I declare tiger lilies.
I declare sunsets.
Fire emblazoned across horizons afar
I declare pumpkins.
I declare peace.

I declare cornfields.
I declare honey bees.
Workers buzzing from flower to flower
I declare moonlight.
I declare peace.

I declare forests.
I declare meadows.
Children running through gardens of old
I declare summer breezes.
I declare peace.

I declare love.
I declare gentleness.
Each person caring for one another
I declare compassion.
I declare peace.


Is this Poetry?

Last night, I was overcome with an urge

or need

to clarify the path I'm taking in my life.

To come up with some answers,

that would make me feel better

and give me a little hope.

So I sat down with pen and paper

and this is all that I wrote.

When I'm 70 yrs old

I'd like to look out my window on a cold day

and see the beauty in whatever it is

that I lay my eyes on.

I hope I'm kind.

Will Joan Armatrading still be playing "Willow" at the end of her concerts? And ask us to sing?

Will I be popping prescription drugs

or drinking herbal tea?

I hope it'll have been 40 years since I went to see a doctor for an ailment.

Will I stay busy and not feel lonely?

I hope I'm still learning. Will people still think I'm funny?


I wonder if, I'll still feel like they are staring me.

I'll still be passionate

about everything I do.

I'll still throw a stick for my dog.

I would like to walk around with a smile on my face.

And have all my teeth.

and when my mind thinks of my past

I don't get mad at myself and,

accept what I did in my youth.

I hope that I can afford a stylish haircut

that's not real short.

And a new cd or book, once a month.

I'd like to still feel those butterflies like, when I'm in love.

I'll strive to be nonjudgmental,

towards anyone..

If I'm single, I hope I meet someone and fall in love.

If I come across a picture of you

when going through my things to give to goodwill,

I'll smile, as I gaze at it

Will people think I'm eccentric?

And will I even care?

Will I answer personal ads in the w4w geezer section?

If I live in some rundown public housing development for senior citizens,

I won't get down.

I'll turn it into my own version of heaven on earth!

I will still blast my music really loud.

If I'm with a woman,

I hope I love and care for that person as much, or more,

than the day I first fell in love.

And visa versa.

I hope I have a fuck buddy,

who stops by once a day.

I hope gay people can get married, legally, if they want.

I hope a democrat is president

Or, that a new party was formed to represent all the people who felt about things, just the way I did.

I hope I told my mom I loved her enough, and she felt it.

I hope I'm not addicted to anything.

But, if I am, the high better be worth it.

Will I have a garden?

I wonder if I'll still be choosing my career path.

Will young people want to hear my story?

I wonder if I'll still think Lou Reed was a genius.

Will I still listen to his music? And read his poetry?

And wonder what happened to the old school?

Will I be a loser? And will I care? Will you?

Will I be a winner? What's that mean? Is it important? Is it?

If I live in a mansion, would I take it for granted?

And get pissed if the hired help called in sick for a day?

(Nah, not me.)

Will I still think of the first whirled peas bumper sticker I ever saw,

on a Volkswagen van,

every time I hear a politician or minister talk about World Peace.

Will chopping firewood, still be fun, or a chore?

Will I have a fireplace?

Will my bones hurt when I lay down at night?

Will I be happy that I open my eyes in the morning and look forward to a new day?

Will it all be up to me?

Will I be able to say," I tried, as hard as I could" and take any blame?

Will I still recycle aluminum and burn only paper?

Will I be happy? Will it matter? Did I deserve it?

And last, but not least,

Will I finally have my own motor scooter? And love driving around

Even if it's my only form transportation that's not public?

And in my head Michelle Shocked will be singing,

"If Love was a train."

It'll be 2252 when I'm seventy.

I'm a better artist than poet

I just know it.

Wow! I am so sore today!!! I helped one of my friends move back to school yesterday. I never knew one girl could fit so much into her half of a dorm room. I had forgotten how crazy move in days were at school. After we had all of her stuff moved in we went and ate at the cafeteria. I must admit, Seton Hall has a much better eating facility than where I went to school (that would be UAlbany). It was a lot of fun, but I am paying for it today.
I think I will stay in today and relax, unless I can come up with a better idea. I will probably do some more studying for my next test.
I do have an interview this week. It's for a not-for-profit organization in Saratoga Springs. It's for an actual IT position! I do hope I get it.
Last weekend I was over at my friend Kelli's house and took some more photos. I did post them. I know some people have seen them and posted some awesome comments. If you haven't seen them go take a look and let me know what you think.
Kelli keeps telling me that I have an addictive personality. That once I try something and find that I like it I become addicted to it. I definitely think she is right. I think I inherited that trait from both of my parents. I had mentioned in an earlier blog that both of my parents are in recovery. That's the main reason that I don't drink or do drugs. I am afraid that I will like it too much. So that's why I stick with poetry, getting my IT certifications, and taking photos. I really like doing all of them.
God! I just read what I wrote! This is the most boring blog I have ever written! Sorry. Well, sometimes you just have to write poop, and I think today was my day. Sorry, but I will do better next time. I hope, lol.
If you aren't sleeping yet, or bored out of your skull, I did do some more writing this week. Hopefully these 2 poems will be more entertaining than my blog. I hope you like them.

I Dance Again~

I dance again in lush fields where flowers are born to sway
I walk again through perilous hours that rails along the day
I sing again and my voice is louder, for I will shout to winds and sea
I will not again, leave my soul in barren company
The desert and it's landscape have captured sorrows fame
But rock nor sand can apprehend the thirst for dappled rain

I dance again with the living be it sorrow or the joys
that unfold in the waking with no sleep before the noise
I walk again over wooden bridges that hover over snow
I will not again, leave my spirit in a frozen hold
The mountains have captured sorrows name
But height nor mass can command the will to wane

I dance again, for it is time again
for it is the moment again
between hellos and goodbyes
clouds and sun
love and loss
and finding the quiet resolution in the soul~

My Inner Poetess

There is this little lady
That lives inside my soul
We used to say hello
And talk about what's new

This sweet little lady
Would always ask me to read
A line or two she was working on
Not often, twice a year

But that little sweet woman
That has lived inside my heart
Has suddenly started talking
And talking, and talking, and talking

This little pesky woman
That lives inside of me
Demands so much sometimes
And pesters me until I do it

This loud and crazy lady
That wants a bigger place
Bugs me all the time
And I don't know what to do

This little nosy lady
Looking out her picture window
Seems to ask a lot of me
But I smile at her today

For this lovely lady
Who lives inside of me
Has something she wants to say
And just wants someone to listen

Wow! I am so sore today!!! I helped one of my friends move back to school yesterday. I never knew one girl could fit so much into her half of a dorm room. I had forgotten how crazy move in days were at school. After we had all of her stuff moved in we went and ate at the cafeteria. I must admit, Seton Hall has a much better eating facility than where I went to school (that would be UAlbany). It was a lot of fun, but I am paying for it today.
I think I will stay in today and relax, unless I can come up with a better idea. I will probably do some more studying for my next test.
I do have an interview this week. It's for a not-for-profit organization in Saratoga Springs. It's for an actual IT position! I do hope I get it.
Last weekend I was over at my friend Kelli's house and took some more photos. I did post them. I know some people have seen them and posted some awesome comments. If you haven't seen them go take a look and let me know what you think.
Kelli keeps telling me that I have an addictive personality. That once I try something and find that I like it I become addicted to it. I definitely think she is right. I think I inherited that trait from both of my parents. I had mentioned in an earlier blog that both of my parents are in recovery. That's the main reason that I don't drink or do drugs. I am afraid that I will like it too much. So that's why I stick with poetry, getting my IT certifications, and taking photos. I really like doing all of them.
God! I just read what I wrote! This is the most boring blog I have ever written! Sorry. Well, sometimes you just have to write poop, and I think today was my day. Sorry, but I will do better next time. I hope, lol.
If you aren't sleeping yet, or bored out of your skull, I did do some more writing this week. Hopefully these 2 poems will be more entertaining than my blog. I hope you like them.

I Dance Again~

I dance again in lush fields where flowers are born to sway
I walk again through perilous hours that rails along the day
I sing again and my voice is louder, for I will shout to winds and sea
I will not again, leave my soul in barren company
The desert and it's landscape have captured sorrows fame
But rock nor sand can apprehend the thirst for dappled rain

I dance again with the living be it sorrow or the joys
that unfold in the waking with no sleep before the noise
I walk again over wooden bridges that hover over snow
I will not again, leave my spirit in a frozen hold
The mountains have captured sorrows name
But height nor mass can command the will to wane

I dance again, for it is time again
for it is the moment again
between hellos and goodbyes
clouds and sun
love and loss
and finding the quiet resolution in the soul~

My Inner Poetess

There is this little lady
That lives inside my soul
We used to say hello
And talk about what's new

This sweet little lady
Would always ask me to read
A line or two she was working on
Not often, twice a year

But that little sweet woman
That has lived inside my heart
Has suddenly started talking
And talking, and talking, and talking

This little pesky woman
That lives inside of me
Demands so much sometimes
And pesters me until I do it

This loud and crazy lady
That wants a bigger place
Bugs me all the time
And I don't know what to do

This little nosy lady
Looking out her picture window
Seems to ask a lot of me
But I smile at her today

For this lovely lady
Who lives inside of me
Has something she wants to say
And just wants someone to listen

Hey all,
As soon as I complain about the weather, like in last weeks blog, it turns awesome. What an incredible week! Ok, maybe it wasn't incredible, but compared to the weather we have been having it is awesome. I went and saw Bob Dylan last week. I had a late start, but I only missed one band. I was able to see Gillian Welch, Steve Earle, Levon Helm and the "Legend" himself. It was an awesome show! Dylan was great! He played a lot of songs I knew and some new ones. I feel kinda bad for saying this, but the best part of the show was Levon Helm. He rocked!!! He played a lot of old Band tunes, and for his encore he brought everyone out to sing "The Weight"! It was incredible!
They finally opened the new park down the street from me in Cohoes. It is supposed to have an incredible view of the falls. I will be making my way down there, either today or tomorrow, to take pictures of it. I hope it is as nice as they say.
I did get to have coffee with my friend Blanca (I told you about her last week) and we had a blast. We caught up with each other about what's been going on in our lives. It felt so good to get back in touch with such a good friend from my college days.
Right now I am taking a break fom cleaning my apartment. I just finished mopping my kitchen floor, so I am waiting for the floor to dry so that I can put everything back. And then I tackle my dining area! Woohoo! So exciting! I definitely need to have sex! And soon! LOL Just kidding. Where is Kelli when I need her????

Oops! I almost forgot. I did take some more picture, but they were against a white background. I found out that white backgrounds and me don't work well together. I am way too pale for that. So I will need to take more with a different background. I will post them when I can.

I think I will double your treat this weekend. I was busy with my poetry this week, so I have a few in line for here. I will post two today. The first one is rather introspective, and the second one is for my parents. They had said to me that I am diving into this poetry thing like an addict, lol. They are both in recovery, from things other than poetry, so I wrote one for them. It is written with love, and pride for what they both have been through. I hope you like them. Thanks!

Signs

"Out of Order"
Scrolled quickly on a scrap of paper
And taped to the Pepsi machine
Guess you need go somewhere else

Carved into my heart
And left there
Guess you need go to someone else

"Warning! Do Not Enter!"
Blazing in yellow and black
Cautioning you to what you
Find behind that door

Blazing from my eyes
Alerting you to what you
Find behind my barriers

"Construction Ahead"
Watch out for workers
Slow down, fines double
Repairs are being made

Watch out for me
Slow down, temper doubles
Repairs are being made

"Will return at 1 pm"
Just taking a lunch break
A little while longer
You can see the treats inside

Just taking a break
After a bit
You might see what is inside

Have Another Poem, Make It a Double

I am powerless over poetry
My life has become unmanageable
Because I write this shit
Like I drank
Socially graceful and poised, at first
Disciplined, artful and clever
Lovely treats, merlot and sonnets

It starts as an enhancement
Or a charming diversion from cares
And it's always so effective
At doing that
Why not try something new
That requires less effort
To produce the desired result?

How quickly I fell
From merlot to Mad Dog
Or minis of vodka, two for a buck
The effect
Was what mattered:
Unplug from the gut
The fastest and cheapest way possible

Why contemplate meter
When relief comes as quick
From some soft shoddy rhymes?
Why demand
The labors of rhyming at all
When it's easily done
With free verse?

How long has it been
Since I had it controlled
Or delayed this indulgence
'Til evening?
How long since I bothered
With garnish or ice?
This one is right out of the bottle

Let me add an olive
To the seventh one today
Ignoring the mail and the phone
I wallow
In verbiage like garbage
And write on the sly, pretending
That I'm busy with meaningful work

I show up late to appointments
Reeking of stanzas
Knocked back in a rush
Full of excuses.
How long 'til I'm doing it
While I'm out driving
Heedless to who could be harmed?

I'm ready to swear off
Give it up altogether
I admit that it's out of control
Maybe tomorrow
I'll show up without poems
And deal with life as it comes.
At least until after lunchtime.