Mouse Droppings! Sounds bad but don't be dissuaded!

[Arcadia]

yes, great stream!
saludos,

Arcadia

[bennie]

I'm sorry
she said
the sun-faced child
who carried light
like a plate
before it broke

I really liked this, mousey.

Nice writing.

[mousey1]

Awwwwwww, you guys made my day.

Thank-you so much for taking the time to read and comment.

Hester, I'm glad you weren't dissuaded. I'm glad I couldn't talk you out of anything. I can be very persuasive in a self-deprecating sort of way . And you shall rue the day you asked for more!('Cause I'm more than happy to obleege.) Thank-you.

Arcadia, muchos gracias. Pardon my bad accent...and spelling? I also hope I have the right language there. Thanks for reading.

Bennie! Bennay! I am honoured that you like one of my poems. This one is a favorite of mine. Really means something. Thankey.

[mousey1]

I start out fine
Keep to the line
Then sharply veer
Into appropriate
Like smoothing a wrinkle
And not unlike a bird
Which flies eyes wide open
Into a window reflecting sky
Maybe I am that lemming
Who knows better
Yet leaps
All the same
Either way
The dreams die
I can't seem to stop myself
Stop the inevitable
Just one of the crowd
In a sea of happy faces



<:3

[mousey1]

Don't like honesty

Then call it a lie

It's easier that way

Courted with your campaign of promises
Your champagne of dreams
I was carried across the threshold of truth
And unceremoniously dumped
In a heap of lies


<:3

[mousey1]

Rasputin's Eyes


Crazy lies
form the truth
in your mind

Edged on all sides
the fine line

subsides

Love and hate

grow together
simultaneously
converge
choke out the life

and finally die

Rasputin's eyes

shine

cold and hard

in the face

that I

once loved

Rasputin's eyes

smile

in the mirror

and reflect

the face

of my

insanity

Rasputin's eyes



<:3

[stilltrucking]

I don't do relationships anymore but Rasputin eye's is about how I feel about George W Bush.
that dont mean nothing, just my evil sense of humor trying to get a smile out of you.


have you ever had your illusions of love break like a ocean wave under your feet. Your knees feel like water, ths side walk under your feet rocking like the deck of a boat.

man what I wouldn't give for one more broken heart. Geezers thrive on them.


veering towards the truth

good stuff mousey1, i don't think about what it might have cost you. just what it meant to me.
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[mousey1]

Hi jacky

Nice to hear from you.

Rasputin's eyes. Crazy times. I live in my semi-oasis amidst the turmoil and feel somehow guilty but moreso grateful. I am a watcher and a waiter, not a mover and a shaker, but we all have our place, our times, our season. George W. too.

Broken hearts, yes, after all, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."(Tennyson) And "Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better."(Shakespeare) I am a quoting fool, but there are those who say these things best and I bow to their wisdom and turn of a phrase.

Love's the greatest gift of all, and should be treasured whether you be the giver or the getter.

"veering towards the truth" how true
I don't choose paths
I stumble onto them
in the dark
and feel my way

Thanks for the nice words. And I'm glad it meant something to you.

[mousey1]

A painted dream

Can be anything you want it to be

Reality is the nightmare I see

Paint me a dream

Paint me a dream





(You know, if you plant corn it will grow.)
(I love corn!)

[mousey1]

I pick the daffodil

It screams in silent horror

I carry it indoors

Place it gently, tenderly

In a vase

Of sugar water

And admire its beauty

[stilltrucking]

I wonder if it is too late for morning glories

I been thinking about planting some

Something to get up for

An early morning thrill

nightmares fade in morning glory

silent
daffodil
screams

thanks

I got to go re-pot my tomato plant
I wonder what I will hear.

[mousey1]

It's never too late for morning glories....

Spring has only just begun

Spring Spring has finally sprung

And you can bet your booties I'll be out there planting everything that blooms

even weeds that flower are safe from my hoe

Tomatoes jacky?....
they scream the worst
they scream bloody blue murder!
They're such fruits! And I mean that in the nicest possible way. Please, don't anyone rail at me visa vie my political incorrectness or misspelled visa vie's's.

Thank-you for reading me.

[mousey1]

Humor

Wraps itself around me

A snuggle hold

Tourniquet

For a bleeding soul

Or simply

To amuse

This fool

Live

Love

Laugh

[mousey1]

I love the eyes

They hold truth

The smile lies

Beautifully

[mousey1]

No one has ever asked me this question
"Tell me about yourself."
I actually live in dread that somebody will. What will I say? What will I do. What exactly do they want to hear? The truth? Will it disappoint them.

And it's funny.....when I listen to a red-winged blackbird
I really listen
The sounds of nature, they hold me
Another human voice
Just a steady drone
Don't mean nothin'
To listen
To really listen to each other
Rare

I like the written word
It sets you free
You can say anything you mean
No one's gonna look at you funny
And if they do
Who's gonna see
They don't have to read
They can stop
Turn away
No one's the wiser

I once wrote, "I'm so lost."
I hoped they'd ask
"Why?"
I wanted to see what my answer would be
Now I'll never know

Listen
Really listen
This stuff isn't here for nothing
People reaching out
Hands outstretched
Why?

Ha! Maybe once I start talking
I'll never shut up
They'll have to pull the plug

I can't see your eyes
I want to see your eyes
It doesn't matter
It does
I have to see your eyes

Wrap me up in your arms
Don't say a fucking word
This shared silence is too perfect
To spoil

I really never knew what I wanted
I went with the flow
And got swallowed up
I wanted to drift ashore
Get spit out
But I just kept bobbing along
A dead fish
Belly up

I'm sorry
I really should start a blog
Every time I add a poem
A thought
I rise to the top
A turd
I'd rather just stay at the bottom
Let someone search me out
What a dreamer

Give every man his due
Every dog has it's day
The sun also rises
Hey baby let's go to Vegas
How about those Yankees
Slow boat to China
Fast train to hell
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
I don't want to die
Everybody has to
Take it like a man
I yam what I yam
This isn't Kansas
Anymore

Hey, if I made sense you wouldn't like me
Hell, you don't like me now
What have I got to lose
A whole lot o' nothin'
Baby, sing those blues

I write so someone will know
Just how fucked up
I am
'Cause you know
Just by looking at me
You'd never know

Just blogging to the oldies!

Don't mean nothin'

My art stinks
I wanna sink
Into a hole










Okay, Sigmund....
What do ya think?
Let me have it....
Cold!