..ok.. I will leave you to your rant.then
.. and I will go sit outside the quack's...office..... and wait..
Hmm... I wonder her receptionist is hot.. and will they serve beer while I wait.... dang it I seriously need help..

..

Her receptionist specializes in h/ornery old coots as she is in a relationship with one, her name is daisy

.. I know a daisy..hmm... and what exactly are you trying to say..?

. that I'm horny or. old....
nevermind you don't have to answer that...lol..

It also states "ornery". and that's just to let you know that she's one sassy bird. You might want to get on her good side, otherwise you'll be waiting forever in line...

so her office ,is in a Walmart is it..lol

Course not. It's right next to KFC for those wanting hot chickens

KFC.. isn't their slogan, finger licking good..?..

Rant rant rant rant rant... I had that one comin'....

"Rehab" part 7

The clown in my head is having a field day.

As each of us gets called and assigned a group, I find myself walking past a room with an Angel inside. Hearing someone say my real name and actually recognizing it felt like getting hit by a train again.

Room 12. Perfect.

"Broken Promises"

The lights dancing through stained windows,
Colored my world rose.
Falling gently on hallowed bricks,
Like snowflakes.

A whispered prayer,
A secret pact,
Entered and logged in Heaven's book,
Lasts forever.

A story of my age,
Comes nigh, passing through Hell's gates.
My resolve, my bound,
Weakened by the burning shadows.

The illusion of forever dissipates.
Time passes, people change.
I learned,
Not to make promises anymore.

"Rehab" part 8

Ever seen wildebeest cross the Masai Mara? All you had to do was wait, someone's bound to make the first move and jump.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.... The air was palpable. Tick-tock, tick-tock....

Casanova jumps first. Being a smooth talker, he regales us with escapades he's had in the past. The ball of yarn he spins is so good, you can't tell fact from fiction anymore. One by one we follow suite, eager to get to the other side. We eagerly lap up each tasty story, every juicy word; the less appealing ones, they just pass.

Drunk Uncle's next. Geez, he's funny.

"Hmmmph!"

I only look grumpy on the outside,
The inside begs to be discovered.
My look will stop a speeding truck,
Eyebrow rising leaves drivers flustered.

I only look sassy on the outside,
My inside is quite a different matter.
A smiling smirk will cross my face,
When they attempt to flirt and flatter.

I only look aloof on the outside,
My inside is much, much better.
My ears pretend not to hear,
When they try what they can muster.

I only look crabby on the outside,
My inside tells another story.
You don't need Einstein to solve this puzzle,
It's just a matter of thrust and parry!

Days on End

Tears running down my cheek
Have not seen you for a week

Replaced the eye with two that's fake
What is wrong for goodness sake

Leave one way return to another
Acting like my heroine addicted brother (he did finally go to rehab)

Sought that eye which I missed
Lips on screen oh I have kissed

I went no where avoided here
Hey I'm squirrely Happy New Year

Pansytilly has the good eye
Listen now that's no lie

Yep, she is a real cool friend
Makes me laugh Days on end.

Lol! Surely you exaggerate...

"Questions"

A wise man once told me
That in order to discover your true self
One must first be stripped of everything
Held as true, infallible and dear

For how can one truly come to full knowledge
Of the breadth and depth of one's innermost self
When the only aspect known to one
Is a life one has always lived

What is a life without the search
For a truth to hold on to
Or a faith to move mountains
Or a love without bounds

What is truth
If not a knowing of the ages
Or a wisdom of life and death
And a beacon that shines in the darkness

What is faith
If not a hope and a belief
That all will be right again
Though time leaving scars heals wounds

What is love
That we should look upon it with one intent
That it makes us seek heaven and hell
With the very impatience that destroys it

What is life
But a chance given
If only we would recognize it
To find ourselves united to the one who gave it

What is death
That we should mock and fear the same
If not a limitation of our immortality
And a judgement with no jury

Will heaven and hell
Remain as a prize or a punishment
Or just a figment
And remnant of our half full logic

Who is the Devil
If not a confounder and a tease
Thought mighty and proud
Yet only a prisoner of his own desires

Who is God
My beginning and my end
That He should lead me
If only I let Him

What are choices
The easy or the right one
We make with none exempted from
Desire conscience want or need

Will mistakes
Remain as a millstone on ones neck
Or a brick wall to crash into
Or a release from wrong impressions

Does forgiveness
Walk a two way street
To bring tears to the giver
Or the given

Who am I
In my high minded vanities
I left a life I once knew
Only time will tell.

"Rehab" part 9

Mamma always told me I'd amount to nothing. Try as I might to impress her or make her proud, seems like there's no pleasing someone who always wants to come out on top. Sympathy wasn't really her strong point either when it came to me. "You're being foolish", "You never get things right", "It's all in your head", "You ought to be smarter than that",

Dad wasn't much better. He was hardly there, and when he was, he was more than happy to let mamma handle things. Sure, she'd go on making a big deal about having to do everything herself, but when it came down to it, that was just the way she liked it. That's the nature of the beast. Eventually, I couldn't feed it with what it wanted, so I became the designated chew toy.

So I fought back. I lost, and ran.
I've been running ever since.

"Wistful Thinkings"

If I had known you before, I would have known you more.
As wee ones building sand castles of time.
A race in the park, with kites flying high,
Or field trips, shared lunches, play dates and school dances.

If I knew you then, though I know not when,
We'd walk cobblestone pavements lined with rain.
We'd hike mountains, ride horses, watch rainbows and clouds,
Make fun of ourselves and stare at the crowds.

If I had then what I have now,
You'd be my shoulder to cry on, and I for you.
Tears would flow like a stream--not an ocean, and I?
I'd be more of myself and with not much ado.

I knew you not then, but I know you now.
From a fruit stand it seems, of all places...(ha!)
Funny how diff'rent, the lives we lead,
Makes me think, "What are the chances?"

only fallen angels growing their wings write such things.

“Dear Romeo”

Romeo, sweet Romeo,
Where doth your lover be?
In search for one as fair as you,
The one you long to see?

Romeo, dear Romeo,
Where doth your sweet one lie?
Your arms perhaps, your hands, your touch,
Your kisses she’d deny?

Romeo, oh Romeo,
Let your heart forever be,
Unbound by sadness, the pain and longing,
And then you shall be free.

Romeo, my Romeo,
Her breath you made to flutter,
But alas, your wine, best pour not on
A pot that would do but shatter.