Consider...

unkeepable promises
never made
will never be broken
never cause pain.

I underwhelm myself...

Where is that damned notch I need to kick up?


The muse was recently diagnosed with
Personality Diahrrea Disorder but won't take her meds.

And that, my loyal readers, is the reason for
teh boooooooooring content here of late.

Feel free to leave suggestions to inspire me... with or
without muse assistance.

I knew I shoulda finished that class at the
Extra-Sensory Intuition Institution. damn.

Update...

My friend came home from the hospital
a few days ago. I spent the day with her today.
She looks great and feels much better every day.

Thanks to all you wonderful people for sending
prayers and good thoughts.

Healing happens...

thank you, Berry.

American haiku...

We should all be able to come up with words
to define the topic for Sparrow's contest this week:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~DEMOCRACY~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Entry deadline for the contest is 10pm tonight.

For all our lives, the words should be neverending...

This country's soul is
Freedom, Strength, Wisdom, Honor.
Uphold and Defend.
~~
Never forget what
we owe to ourselves and the
bright future we dream.
~~
No easy task to
recover from some wounds by
sacrifice. We will.
~~
Others may choose to
go their own way to rule lives.
We guard our lives here.

UPDATE: Vote for your favorite by 11pm Friday.

Double prayer request...

My dear blogfriend, Corby, lost her father to cancer.
Please go to her site, ALAE, and offer some comfort.

And, one of my best friends, Jan, is in the hospital
with an as yet undiagnosed illness. She isn't a blogger
but she reads here. I ask that you offer prayers for her.
She was one of my co-workers who lost her job.

If it's worth doing...

"I'm sorry."

Lying naked on his back, she naked beside him
on her stomach, chin on her folded hands.

"Sorry for what?" she asked without looking at him.

He closed his eyes and sighed, then turned on his side
toward her and slowly stroked her bare back.
"I'm sorry it wasn't very good."
He stretched his right arm across her pillow and scooted
his body closer until it was spooned against hers, then
rested his cheek on her shoulder.

"Real life isn't like the movies. I expected our first time
to be awkward. We don't know each other this way."
She turned her head and lightly kissed his forehead and
then the tip of his nose. "Not yet, anyway" she smiled,
"unless you want to give up."

His blue eyes searched her green eyes as he turned her
body to meet his.

He kissed every tiny bit of her open mouth and lifted her
right leg over his left hip.

And their dance began again.

It was a dark and stormy night...

Three years ago today I posted here for the first time.

On occasion, I will randomly read through my archives.
Sometimes I cringe.
Sometimes I smile.
Sometimes a tear will fall.

I'm glad I stopped using extended................. ellipses.
I'm glad I stopped using different colors for the text.
I'm glad I finally learned the proper way to link.
I'm glad I finally learned how to add a blog roll.
I'm glad I finally learned how to add a photo.

Forever thankful for you and your kindness, insight,
inspiration, encouragement, sharing and friendship.

This place has become a home for my heart.
This place has helped me to open my heart again.
This place has led me to a new life path.

I believe that very often we teach what we need to learn.
I have been writing lessons to myself here.
I hope to never stop learning.


evolution. revolution.
evolve. resolve.
discover. uncover.

Emotion...

UPDATE: Vote for your favorite haiku by 11 pm Thursday night.


Three lines of five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.

Create a haiku about EMOTION and submit it to
Sparrow's Haiku Contest. Deadline is 10 pm tonight.

overwhelming flood
suffocates, paralyzes.
anger, love and fear.

*******

How long has it been
since you felt anything of
any importance?

Almost, not quite, so close...

waking in the dark, you
will see me,
feel the
heat of me
on your chest,
lips breathing
on your cheek.
suspended just
above you, not quite
touching, not quite
there.
still with you
through the memory
of what has been...
So far. So near.

Saying good-bye to yet another...

A beautiful soul is gone.

Suzanne passed away on Christmas Eve.
She wrapped her beauty and warmth around
everyone. She shared her love of life with enthusiasm
and without hesitation.

There can never be another Liquid Illuzion.

Rest in peace, my friend.


update: I'm adding two links that will give even more
insight to to this very special woman. Here and here.

If it's Wednesday, there must be Haiku...

Sparrow's topic for this week's contest: FIRE.

Entry deadline is 10 pm tonight.
My entry, such as it is...

sizzle, sizzle, zzttt!
ooh, baby, do it again.
stoke momma's fiyah.


as I said in Sparrow's comments, "reaching for new lows".

Voting is open 'til 11 pm Thursday. Make your mark.

there is no reason for anything...

other than the reason you give it.

All or nothing...

I don't like
that part of you.
It seems to make up
most of you.
To free me from
that part of you,
I have to give up
all of you.

SEAL Strong...

Kudzu is one of my favorite people. Ever.

A Southern gentleman, Nam Vet, beautiful
heart and soul. A dear friend.

He posted a link to a story that should be read
by everyone, everywhere.
My eyes are still misty, so if I screwed up typing
the link here, go directly to his blog to read.


this is for you, S.T., my very own SEAL.

Good news, Good news!...

Tammi got her dream job!

2009 is already on the upswing.

Take a minute to send congratulations
and wish her well.