I'm thinking I need to delete my account here and just forget it. Seems there isn't anyone on here, from my area, that is even worth the time. I don't get it. I'm financially stable. I don't have a third eye or any missing apendages. I work my arse off for my family. Have reared my son as a single father for years now. Yet I can't find one decent, moral, self respecting lady anywhere. What the hell has happend to "society"? It's a bunch of adult age kids that never grew up. I am all for fun, and I am alot of fun actually. I am all for laughter, I can be pretty witty. But that seems to be all anuyone is interested in now a days. Hey, how bout a quiet evening at home, eating popcorn and watching a movie that everyone in the house can enjoy? Does it really have to be bars and and dance clubs every fricken week end... jeeze. Ok, rant over. Night all.

- - - Richmond - - -

I appreciate your view. It is not forced however, it is a song with alot of depth and meaning, sorry it missed the mark for you.

(sung on youtube, rough version no music)

My blood has dried up in my bones
My lips have chapped from microphones
My fingers scratch against my skin
Trying to rid myself of them

And since you’ve wandered in my head
Please forget all that I’ve said
I never meant to cause you pain
I can’t help that I enjoy the rain

Please leave me shackled to my soul
For it is all I’ll ever know
The whipping boards become my throne
I rule the kingdom of alone

And as pathetic as you may think
I may be but still the stink
Of rotting lives around me choke
The flies of someone else’s hope

I’d rather burn myself in flames
Than suffer in your #@%* games
And fall into the traps that you
Believe make u better too

Don’t think that I didn’t know
The spindling of *!#% you blow
You point your fingers like it’s you above
But you’ve never known or tasted love

Cause I am suffering here for you
The cage around you’s black and blue
Too blind to see that it’s your fate
You’ve locked yourself with pride and hate

So I will stay your punching block
And let you mock me for my clock
And never let you in to see
The prisoner here was never me

And as pathetic as you may think
I may be but still the stink
Of rotting lives around me choke
The flies of someone else’s hope

So I hope I make you feel
Those bars around you are not real
And focus on my faults
I’ll help you tuck yours safe away in vault

And with my last and bitter breath
When I am covered here by death
Remember the first bloom
Of ever flower’s there for you

Cause I am suffering here for you
The cage around you’s black and blue
Too blind to see that it’s your fate
You’ve locked yourself with pride and hate

Please leave me shackled to my soul
For it is all I’ll ever know
The whipping board’s become my throne
I rule the kingdom of alone

And as pathetic as you may think
I may be but still the stink
Of rotting lives around me choke
The flies of someone else’s hope

I followed you down from hell
So thick I tasted your smell
So overpowering in my ear
Was the residue of sickness and fear

If I could lift up I would
But it’s not the place where I can go
And there’s nothing playing
On the screen at that show

So why don’t you die tonight
With me alone in the light
We will waste away the waste of days
And drown in our delight

These tangling glimpses of dreams
Rise from asphalt rippled with steam
Like the oasis you never find
We crushed against this grind

If I could pull you from the trap I would
But chewing off my own leg did no good
And there’s nothing but empty space below
So where would we go if we just let go

So why don’t you die tonight
With me alone in the light
We will waste away the waste of days
And drown in our delight

Thank you very much!

Yes, I believe I was ;-) Thank you for the reply

A shadowing moonlight mist sprinkles across an awestruck prairie
Lifeless cries of night howlers split the trees in the distance
As I cuddle my ambers for their last breaths of warmth
A song drifts through the pages of my thoughts
Silence and sound tango
Staring off at the tapestry of painted dots blazing slow trails across the nakedness above me
I consider the privilege to be a witness
Ever so often without warning and invisible pen streaks light across the night
Beautifully it fades
There is a slight chill to loneliness
But the feeling of comfort cannot be rebuked
Peace blankets my tingling flesh
And I gaze off into the distance
Wondering if I am looking deeply within myself.

Almost re-posted; sorry..

TY MzEm....

Thank you

Today a cookie cutter crossed my path and I had to laugh
Cause the tollhouse in the atmosphere was nowhere near
Enough for it to be that tough as it strolled by and the gleam of the sunbeam
On its blade caught the shade in my eye and lit it like the pie
That caught fire in the forgotten oven of the coven
That I was shoving all my ill placed rhymes into
So I bent and looked for the glint of a fallen dime
That was left behind by the beggar looking for change and its strange
That while I looked I thought of the book that I never wrote but hope
Is still within me waiting to break free someday and pen me
Into a new world where cookie cutters aren’t so threatening
Pushing upon my soft places within spaces that are half formed and yet fully worn
So the scorn that they pass to my glass as they pray and they say
From their knees to the ghost of Swiss cheese how a man such as me could never please
The spark that they have never felt and the flowers they never smelt
And yet to hear them tell it and yell it they got it all figured out and the doubt
Is mine alone to hang so I bang with the wall and the ball on my shoulder
And crush out the static and run into my attic to play with the toys that destroys
The need to give a **** about the buck and the place of the crown and the face
From the place where we waste all of our lives trying to live and yet give
The very mold the cold back side of a ride that we loath and yet create
So our fate is to hate every buttered piece of bread that’s alive or dead
That doesn’t match what’s in our head and recognized as the prize
And we paralyze the meaning of any direction taken and are quickly mistaken
And led astray into fair tales of dismay cause it never turns out that way
So I stood and looked down the street at the feet with no heads and with tails
Hanging from the necks in the front on the hunt for another brother
To take their cookie cutter and devour and I found it hard to hide the scowl across my back
So they could see it from where they talk and as I began to walk to the beat
Of my own drum the hum from the concrete beneath began to bequeath
Mysteries of its own into the microphone of an open dome
And my vision became clear and I found what they lost near
And the dove sang in my ear and suddenly I began to float
So I dropped everything and ran home and then wrote
The entire experience down so the clown from down town
Would forever be encapsulated in the very love he hated
And translated into something he could never understand
Even if it was written by his own hand and I planned the rest of my day To bake and take milk and the guilt and eat it with
The cookies so the rookies on the field that should be benched
Could quench their stupidity with a dose of ingenuity
And hula hooped with the ghost around my waist
Then began to taste the sweetest flavor of what rhymes with the taste
And the cutting wheels rusted before my very eyes as I drank
What they despised and my cries where etched into clouds
As the new rains came down and the rest of the town drown
In the batter at the bottom of the bowl.

thank you very much ;-)

Angel light (nice tat ;-); kc003; MisKim323, thank you very much

I guess this is it, the end of a another long day
The sun is falling asleep, and the stars are beginning to play
My legs are getting lazy, and my head is starting to swim
I guess I have to let it go, and give myself to him
The stalker inside my shadow, that screams behind my lids
Is coming now to take me back, to the place devoid of kids
And I’m so numb from constant fight, there’s no energy to resist
I’ll pillow noose the neck of shame, and reverb milk my wrists
I think that when we are awake, that’s when we really dream
And in our sleep our bodies lay, but the real world starts to bream
And the day and night are left like blight, to tare us down with clocks up wound
To confuse us all of wrong and write, the up and down of silence and sound

(I exhale and feel the laughter of my soul, fade into the echo of my uselessness
I lay to feel the tomb of flesh, die and release its ghost into fantasy
Or reality, or both
Color and darkness shroud my blind eye as I pier through matter and space
To a place that I have never been and yet has always been in me
A familiar oddity begins spilling out on the floor of my ambitions
There trampled by the expectations never realized and choked beside dreams that are still born, is the nothing
No need for breath here as life will not let you live, and death will not let you die
I twist translucently between the wall of the unicorns’ bed chamber and the daffodils hunting grounds
The killing fields begin to massage my forehead with warmth and stench as rabbits cut off my feet for luck
Running off backwards they sell them in markets of corn with butter bean banners and liquid signs
Even the scare crows cry
And pity comes bent with wash clothes of remorse to cleanse the gash in my pride
Only to find the maggots consuming within it full of wondering eyes
Love rushes upon me only to mock my broken shoulders and acupuncture a heart that has beat with no rhythm and pulses disappointment
Imagination swings from a straight jacket and catapults unto a giant’s ear to whisper platitudes and idle threats of caution
While the tiger Lilly’s roar across plains of purple pants and single gloves that ride rhinestones of vinyl circles)

Now I lay me down to sleep…

Hi mom, where did dad go?
Did you see him?
Well I kind of need to know,
Cause one day I will be him.

There’s some confusing stuff going on in my head
And I am trying to remember if it was just something I said.

Did I thank you for what you’ve done?
Say sorry I didn’t notice?
I’m walking into the sun,
And I need those things he showed us.

I’m painted in abstract reflections red
The heap in the corner is the back of the dead.

Mom, should I tell him?
Tell him I am in love?
Maybe I should blend in,
Shrink down from above.

The face looks me up and down upon my shale,
Loves to see me biting at the horn of my nail.

Say would he come back?
He has a heart, right?
If my speech was full of tact,
And my response was bright.

Name calling rips and I stop in my place,
From under the car where I saw her face.

Mom, you did want me to write you didn’t you?
You said we should talk, right?
Well there’s never been one as blue shoe,
As horned in here with spite.

My voice is scratching the teeth from the place,
I was missing while running away from my face.

Should I try to find him?
Is he worth the time?
I’ve been walking through his sin,
And I’m starting to fall behind.

Cold in my tracks I’m frozen and all stops
Around me as I’m pushed and my breath drops

Mom, you do know I love you right?
You do know I understand?
You held me in my dreams at night,
And did your best to teach me this land.

I’m caught in this eternal trap,
Ever advancing and not turning back.

So this is a good first step right?
You know I understand you tried?
I know this took us both like blight,
And I love you even when we cried.

I try to run but am held by the power,
Of a love that took a child to devour.

LA Mom; Wolfeyez; Holly4459, thank you for your kind wordz :-)

Standing in the village square
No one saw me standing there
Wondering why it has to be
That all can look
Yet none can see
A million thousand voices sing
Yet none can hear just what they bring
We’re all just islands drifting free
On life’s unchanging, broken sea.

In my humble opinion, any one who thinks we live in a free country is either delusional or severely gullible.

Try driving to work tomorrow without a seat belt on.

Next time you go through one of the many random road blocks our police states set up all over the country and remind them of your constitutional right to warrantless search and refuse to provide them with any information till they provide a probable cause and a warrant.

Try going to your local city hall and request that any and all property taxes etc etc that come from your family not be allocated to fund abortion, or what ever you may see in your mind as an evil, etc etc.

I have a good friend that is a instructor at the police academy. He has told me things that would make your skin crawl. Police are trained and put on the streets for one purpose and one purpose only, to make arrests for their county, period. You are guilty, first and must prove your innocence.

No where in our constitution is it allowed to take someone, imprison them on a suspicion, which is depriving them of their liberties, make them post a bond, all before they are given a hearing before the proper magistrate. What part of that process is innocent?

Freedom is a joke. You are not free, you are a guilty slave that must be intimidated continuously to keep you in fear and in line so that your labor can be stolen from you and used to fund their opulence and grand stature.

You are not free. You are a slave. America is the farm. Your labor (taxes) is the harvest. The “government” is harvester. The world banking monopolies are the masters. You and your children are their property. Sheeple.

You are given just enough “freedom” to keep you dumb to the facts or just enough to keep you content enough with you selfish creature comforts not to care. And they can be restricted and taken at any moment with only and accusation.

Free you say, LOL LOL LOL

The rest of the world hates us because we are proud, yet in reality are cowards and idiots.

We (as nation) have allowed a small group of bankers to usurp the constitutional authority of the people and take over our government. Our America filed bankruptcy and has operated under the emergency powers act since the 1930’s and by law you have no constitutional rights, period. Legally we have no rights. Legally we are under martial law. Legally “America” ceased to be an independent entity at that time and is now a “corporation” that is funded and managed by that small group of bankers. Legally you are their property, and your corporation government instituted the social security system to label the property for tax purposes.

This is not “conspiracy” talk. It is directly stated in various legal arguments and findings from the supreme court of this “country”.

The “American Dream” is just that, and it is allowed to you to keep you dossal and easily manipulated.

BUT…

Something is happening…

Go back into history, to the time right before the inquisitions. What happened?

The printing press. Yes, that’s right, the printing press. Suddenly information started to be “easily” disseminated and the “common man” could obtain it. People began to learn how to read.

People began to see that their “leaders” were lying to them. Revolutions began, Martin Luther, etc, and the political power of the day, (the catholic church), was under threat and their power was being challenged.

Well we couldn’t have that now could we…INQUISITION!!!!

TODAY…

Something is happening…

The internet. Yes, that’s right, the internet. Suddenly information is easily disseminated and the “common man” can not only obtain it, but via a click on a camera phone, and an upload, the whole world can see things as they happen. “News” can no longer be easily controlled. Information is getting out faster than they can create cover stories.

Well we can’t have that now can we…False flag event to stun and shock the populace into inaction, concentration camps being erected all over the country and world, laws being quickly changed to counter the “liberties” the blinded generations had, and a “shadow government” being reveled moves massive amounts of capital off shore and out of the killing fields, terrorism being so broadly defined so that it could be placed on ANYONE who tries to move against their position and power, “patriotism”, “party politics”, “religion” and other psychological tricks begin to be employed on a massive scale to divide the crowds, and keep them infighting while the “new world order” ‘s infrastructure can be completed…

Next stop, (INQUISITION) WWIII, thin the heard, kill the “terrorist”, take control of the information resources and internet through “taxation” and eventually create another paradigm that the stupid sheeple will accept as “free” and go back to sleep.

Either get off your knees or die on them, you disserve your fate.

The debate is not whether it is plausible that structural damage “could” have been obtained by such a method, it is whether the damage conceivable from such a strike, could cause the “failure” that we witnessed that day. I submit to you that it is scientifically impossible.

I guess this was the point I was trying to get at. There is no question serious damage could be done, but come on, we all saw the collapse, there is no way in hell that particular collapse was from that strike, and what of building 7? More jet fuel??? why only the buildings that had, just by coincidence had their "new owner" update their insurance policy to billion dollar status that happened to cover, "terrorism" only months before, and not the other surrounding buildings, even ones that were closer to the WTC didn't have more than broken glass and "minor" damage.

Look I respect the right for individuals to draw their own conclusions; and i love my country, but for the love of God, this scenario is like a print shop blowing up and forming a dictionary. It is impossible statistically, scientifically, and there are plenty of eye witnesses that heard the pop pop pop of explosions seconds before the building collapsed. AND the "new owner" had sections of the building closed off for maintenance, section by section, weeks before the collapse, so there is just way to many inconsistencies that no one can give a reasonable answer too. I would much rather believe it was some hatemonger that got lucky, unfortunately, that is not what all the evidence suggests. Contrarily, it suggests that a small group of very powerful people needed a catalyst big enough to get the American sheeple to give them the authority to destroy what little constitutional liberties we had, and write them a blank check to remake the map in thier image, and freely provide them the blood of even more of thier children to further thier world empire.