Feathered Fantasy

Sweet beautiful Birdy. Your keys twinkle as I imagine starlight sounds. A voice sweet with songs that bring late morning new love goose bumps. My eyes close and I sit next to you. A padded branch of four legs. Where I'd be glad to stay forever.

Why can't we just beat our women into obedience like the old days? It'd be so much easier! -The catholic church

Ohh Catholic church, It's a "moral" crime to abort and therefore as bad a murder, even if raped? The whole raping part? No comment on from the church!?!? After all it's a crime against a women, who obviously aren't deserving of protecting in choice, safety or otherwise. When your entire belief system regarding women has from the start been based on obedience, inferiority and sin: "Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law. And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church." (I Corinthians 14:34-35) How can you really be surprised? Here is some scripture from the church of common sense: STOP SUPPORTING the business of religion through your attendance, donations or apathy because you are supporting inequality of gender, prejudice of all sorts and bigotry in the highest and most dangerous order "In gods name".

Write Write

Write right? Do if often, let it stream from within you.
Less thought more feeling, type faster, focus less.
Just keep on trying to put things together, waiting for something to take over.
Then the fingers work on their own, and the memory of putting it down is fog.
Think of smell and open your eyes, look at things hard, then close them. Think. Try not to. Breathe.
Slow.
Catch the emotions of memory, make sure your alone enough to feel them fill you.
Open up. Open up more. Even further, let them pour down like blood spilling until you see it there in front of you, and the shck of it all is worse than the hurt.
The love so wonderful you'll smile through the tears of it's absence.
And it'll have been worth writing. Right?

Atmosphere = Poetry

These warehouse wages
Kill the ends introduction
man I should have schooled it up
When I was younger should have stuck to plan
Always had the dreams of being more self assertive
And my kids a teenager now he needs the health insurance
So break my body
Break break my soul down
Just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town
Pull up to the bar to politic and tap the power
Aint nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
But I don’t want to go home yet
So I’m gonna talk to my cigarette
And that television set
It doesn’t matter what brand or station
Anything to take away from the current situation

No overtime pay no holiday
Months behind on everything but the lottery
Went around the corner guaranteeing that my car died
Wifey having trouble trying to juggle both the part times
My cup aint close to filled up
We trying to build up so we can have enough
And when I finally get the color
There won’t be nothing left to paint on
A friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song

My better half is mad at making magic out of canned goods
My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster
My neighbors aint doing much better
And we making competition instead of sticking together
Cant save no nest egg in fact this nest is rented
In fact that rent is late, wait
The money aint here the raise aint coming
Just me and my son and that crazy woman
And those bartenders this whole fucking country
Got everybody swallowing that lunch meat
Maybe we can speed up the process
Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic
Some time it seems like the only way to stop it
Contemplate my departure date
Doesn’t take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way
Take a shot at me that's all i'm obligated for
Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away

The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death don’t wait for no one
Sitting on your front door
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death don’t wait for no one
Sitting on your front door

Buenas.

It's early, I was up late, but I obviously didn't have that hard a night last night because I'm online, and it's early. The internet here is outrageously expensive and half the keys on here feel like they are weightless and the other half are stiffer than a.... drink I'd make you. You thought I was going to say something perverted, didn't you. Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy filthy animal.

Resort is cool, massive, gated, the only americans here are these jersey accented douchebags who are just walking caricatures of themselves. I swear, you couldn't write these morons better, and there is a whole family. It's like having a very loud, very annoying sitcom on wherever they are. The loud nasaly obnoxiously self righteous bitch of a mother. The numerous -somewhat obese and kinda balding but blissfully unaware in their own personal bubble of ego how unbelievably unattractive they are to everyone outside jersey- sons, cousins, and various other "bro's". The wives that just sit around looking like inside they are starting to realize what a mistake they made as the look around a see all the other happy couples not ruining everyone's day, and the kids. I feel sorry for the kids hahaha The only problem is that to turn them off, you have to just move. Thankfully the resort is huge. They obviously provide some entertainment which is needed because there aren't many people our age here, who are of any use. By this i mean single attractive women, or groups of them. There are however numerous pairs of the most outrageously hot girl gross friend pairs I've seen anywhere... and more. It's like the pick up kamakazis worst nightmare. The grenades are at times, so big they actually look dangerous, but the friend of the grenade, very good, so you know there is a chance you'll have to risk death by slow gross sweaty asphyxiation for your mates sake. It's like going to war in the evening. We're hoping that things will improve in that department.

Everything else, is dandy like Sandy. I don't know sandy, but her name rhymes, so I would assume she is indeed dandy. Foods is pretty damn good for an AI, they make any type of drink there is, top shelf liquors.. nice.

I'll check in if I haven't been taken out by a very unfortunate mission leaves me but an imprint on a matress somewhere, the victim of taking one ofr the team gone wrong.

More average poetry. Unedited. Untitled.

Hugged between two small pillows
Hips relaxed enough to let the senses guide
The dull roar of great bay waves churning rocks like butter beneath frigid thin black
White tops glisten under the clouded moonlight
Brandy tipped smoke wafts upwards
Peace lives here in the confusing beauty
Fire licks furiously at all walls imprisoning it
Spitting heat
Escaping upwards like gasps of rekindled lovers long thought lost
Cracks mash with waves and blend to silence
Icy flows of sleepy tonic
Heavy eyes and romanticized thoughts of history
Snapped back by unnecessarily descriptive prose of horrors past
Forcing uncomfortable admissions of truth
Lonely moments realized
Love lives in these tattered walls
Happiness lies in the carpet strains, stained with the liquids of good times
If love were a location
I’d be in it

The best.

The best have always -and will always- come from struggle.
For fear to you is dollars and cents
Bank accounts and rent
Mortgage payments and savings spent
They've got:
Murderous callers and life defense
Black money vig to circumvent
Just staying alive in any event