"Why I am so wise" (aka self knowledge)

[SadLuckDame]

I didn't know what you'd meant by Perry.
I thought you were just hungry.
I'm shallow trucker, my apologies.
I'll slow down and absorb.

(I know I'm abusing my welcome
and I should go anyway. It's hard
to write a poem with spewing
all my first thoughts. I didn't mean
to come waltzing in, upsetting the order.
I'm a bratty dame, my apologies.
I'll be back after I create a dazzler.
Rest up )

[stilltrucking]

If you are messing around here chit chatting with me when you are trying to write a poem I guess I owe you an appology for distracting you.

Gov. Rick Perry abruptly removed three members of the Texas Forensic Science Commission this week — including two from Tarrant County — forcing the cancellation of a highly anticipated meeting on whether the state executed an innocent man.

Perry was governor in 2004, when Willingham was executed.

You know Perry is looking to get on the republican ticket for 2012 as VP he can't afford any "black eyes"



The door is open
waltz in any time

I wish I could waltz.
Thinking about a nurse in Virginia
We would waltz around the reception area
I feel like crying
all of a sudden
Why didn't I show up for her yoga class at the synagogue that friday night.


ah shit

Are ths stars still in the night sky?
I have not seen the stars in so long
and my motorcycle is broke down
I am just feeling sorry for myself

waltz on dame waltz on

waltz across texas

[SadLuckDame]

I just developed an attitude for a minute is all.
It's not your fault.
But, yes, gonna break to go write.
I need all my fire and emotion to hit the roof,
then I write.

Thanks trucker.
yes, the stars are shining. I'll mail you some since there's an overload of them, it's hard to pick from the litter.

I know a guy who was innocent, too.
I can't talk about that though. I never know what he'd allow of me.
Once he said I talk too much.

[stilltrucking]

there is no fire here in geezersville
the night sky is cloaked in sodium vapor lamps
I miss the darkness
but these old women here don't

yet all is not lost
a late spring

strange weather
the rains have come
autumn roses are blooming
the crape myrtle tree blossoms






George Jackson the Soledad brother on being born innocent and trusting

But I wasn't born this way. Perhaps this same psychiatrist would diagnose from the overreactions that I am not a very nice person. But again I refer you to the fact that I was born innocent and trusting. The instinct to survive and all that springs from it developed in me, as it is today out of necessity.

http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon1/soledadbro.html :

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[SadLuckDame]

Bah! I'm not much in the mood for poetry. I just want talk, like I'm in a coffee shop with a familiar stranger. If that makes sense.
I just like all the thoughts your thoughts lead me to. I'm sorry if I come across inconsiderate in the meantime. I am absorbing your words, I might not mention, but I do eat them until they show up connecting to some other thing in my head. Then pop!

Anyway, all of this led me to think of my father. I'll go write about it.
Thanks for letting me find it.

[stilltrucking]

"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. "

http://www.publicbookshelf.com/fiction/ ... vulnerable#

What I learn about women from the women here helps me to help my sister. She needs a sister. Only so much a brother can help her with.

Trying to make out what your avatar is. A cat with a ball of yarn?

[SadLuckDame]

It's from the Through the Looking Glass book.
I'll post the quote in my siggie, I forgot all about it. I guess I just use it everywhere.

[SadLuckDame]

Oh and yes, a black cat swatting yarn.

[stilltrucking]

Ramblin Rose

fun to ramble
with you


“The eyes are the mirror of the soul”.

My eyes are getting weaker, I can't do it anymore but when I could see it I used to like to look in the mirror and see the reflection on my pupil of me looking in the mirror. Sometimes the room behind me would look like the room I lived in years ago.

repression or suppression
let be
the truth will set me free

"the not quite conscioussf"
those lurking thoughts that just barely rise above the event horizon of consciousness and the moment you try to become aware of them they slipp back into unconscious, repression is an interesting construct,


the prize
the holy grail
to be aware
to live my own life
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Footnotes

(Constructs and the Problem of Reification}
http://www.psywww.com/intropsych/ch01_p ... ation.html

"We do not produce thoughts, thoughts produce us"
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/05/books ... nted=print