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CRAZY TURNED TWO

When I realized my blog turned two last week I revisited some of my earlier posts.  So many of my most personal feelings have been given life within this domain.  I am not sure I have grown much, or that my writing has matured, but I can see that I am just as crazy now as I was when I began this blogging journey. The one thing I do know for certain is that my crazy has found a home and it is quite comfortable living in this space. For the most part this blog has been my peacekeeper, the intermediary between my head and my heart.

To celebrate my 2 years of blogging I thought I would pick 5 blogs that most represent WHO I am.  For the living breathing life of me I can’t figure out why I have so many followers on my blog roll; but I can only step back and say that I am very humbled to know that at one time or another each one of the 12K clicked follow and hopefully it was because my journey has reached out and taken each and every hand.  Ok… before I get too mushy and ridiculous I present to you the 5 blogs that aren’t the most interesting but the most descriptive of who I am.

A MARRIAGE AND ITS PRECIPICE

IT’S ALL ABOUT ME

A BRAIN TUMOR TO CALL MY OWN

YOUR KIND OF LOVE ENDED TRUST FOR ME

THE REAL BUNDY’S

HEY I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW

WordPress just told me today is my 2 year blogging anniversary! 

I didn’t plan a party or anything.  Well…no balloons, noisemakers or speeches anyway.  BUT I am one very grateful blogger.  YOU ALL make me a better person.  All the familiar gravatar’s that show up post after post….YOU are my friends!!!!  I appreciate you and stuff. Stay tuned for a more appropriate thank you to all the special people I have come to love…this is OUR anniversary.

OH and go buy my books because without you they would just be words on a page and the ebook is on sale at the moment :)

 

 

YOU NEED TO READ THIS…LIKE REALLY…LIKE NOW

OMG I almost forgot to tell everyone!  My book is available via Kindle for only .99 for a short time.  In fact maybe only for a few short hours because I set it up to start YESTERDAY.  It will be only $1.99 until the beginning of next week if you miss the .99 offer!   Remember you don’t have to OWN a kindle to download and read all you need is Kindle’s free app which is what I have.   I hope lot’s of people buy so I can continue contributing in this fun publishing world.

Click on the picture and it should take you directly to AMAZON!!!  GO before it is really expensive again :)

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

hastywords:

Sometimes you just have to be you… and when you are… the people that surround you… they are gems that sparkle even when there is no light to feed them. Twindaddy, PMAO, all the SW’s, Shackled and Crowned, TRG Mr. Mary, Modigliani, PlayingWithWords, Eric Keys, Shruti…and so very many more. You guys mean something to me and I appreciate you loving what I feel is the REAL me.

Originally posted on Stuphblog:

[Editor's Note: Please welcome my beautiful friends HastyWords. Hasty, as you know from our poetic duets, is quite a talented poet. She makes me look much more talented than I actually am. 

Hasty needs to let a few things out and has sought refuge here where words like shit, fuck, damn, and cock are not only acceptable, but the norm. So this could shape up to be an excellent and foul poem. I like it already! Anyway, if you're not already following Miss Hasty, get your ass over to her blog and click the ever-powerful follow button for beautiful poetry delivered straight to your inbox.]

I had to step into my alter ego for this post.  I couldn’t bring myself to cuss on my own blog.  It just didn’t feel right at all.  But….Twindaddy encouraged me to find my inner bitch.  Said I needed to take a stand and…

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CALL ME CAPTAIN

Endless moments were given birth

Rippling reflections of the past

Floating effortlessly into my future

Often, I sail back to those moments

That made it into lasting memory

And find those that changed me

Those tidal waves of insecurity

The typhoons that toppled me

Each storm followed by peace

Fashioning a strength that comes

Only from those lessons learned

The times when the wind changed

And carried me way off course

Through rough waters that consumed me

Through endless nights of isolation

Only to find a sea as smooth as glass

And new worlds with new opportunities

Back to the moments when decisions

Rearranged my chartered course

Creating blessings from tragedy
Tick tock – he raped me

But it was his words that damaged me
Tick tock – till death do us part

It was love that saved me
Tick tock- A tumor grew unheeded

But time and science healed me
Tick tock – her first kick

Her first cry, her first laugh
Tick tock – my first friendship born

My first friendship put to death
Tick tock – age brings disease

And acquaintances are buried
Tick tock – passing moments

Truth and dishonesty, shipmates
Sailboats waltz

Taking turns together

Dancing through the squalls

Then resting inside the tranquility

This is my ship, this is my sea

And…

In these revealing moments

The rest of the world will

Become the stars I gaze upon

To charter the future path

I will sail upon

 

 

Don’t let anyone else seize the ship you were born to steer! ~ HastyWords

When The Demon Wins

hastywords:

One of my favorite bloggers and a piece I relate all to well with. Love you TwinDaddy

Originally posted on Stuphblog:

Deep in a dank gutter

Where I currently live

Buried beneath responsibilities

Not a single fuck to give

I

          don’t

                                care

Swarms of demons tug

Pulling me under

I try to tread water

Yet I’m broken asunder

piece

                  by

                                piece

A malevolent fog obscures

Resides in my mind

Cloudy with a chance of tears

Is the me you will find

why

             do

                         I

                                cry?

The voices attack me

They crawl beneath my skin

They poke and prod

Reveal the monster within

cannot

            hide

                      him

                                anymore

You suck at everything
Why are you here?
You’re a fucking idiot!

They are my evil puppeteer

controlling

                   …

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WORDS LIKE WHORE

You are missing the bigger picture if you are using only your eyes to see.
All of us, every single one of us, are more than what we appear to be.  We are all beautiful and ugly in a million different ways in every second we breathe.  When we are simply an image branded with likes and dislikes we make enemies of our friends. When we learn to see with our hearts we learn to make friends of our enemies.  We are love and hate, we are perfectly imperfect, we are all strong and weak.  We are all a story behind the picture that eyes alone can’t perceive.  So before you start slinging careless words remember stereotypes are meant for groups of people not to castrate individuals one at a time.  None of us can be stereotyped….not one!  We are all more alike on the inside than we could ever be on the outside.

 

 

I will let your words

Hatefully construed

Wash over me

Burning and scorching

The world I live in

I will let your words

Baptize me in flames

As your tongue flicks

Its blame; branding me

The whore you see me as

I will let your words

Scratch jagged sores

Deep into my soul

Creating the wounds

That will make you whole

I will let your words

Do these things

Because they stoke

A fire in me

That burns white hot

Forging and shaping

A silver sword

Of strength in me

OUR CROSSROAD

You are suffering inside

Agonizing over your duties

But the promises you made

I won’t make you keep them

I don’t make you feel anything

You are dying inside, begging

Down on your knees crying

For me to give you some life

But I can’t, I don’t know how

I tell you I lost who I was the day

I became second best, but really

I must have been lost much longer

Or I would have stayed first place

The pride I had being your wife

It vanished like a morning mist

So many things you want and crave

So many things you hate yourself for

But it’s my fault for not being….

The right one for you

You were out of my league

Smarter than I ever could be

I think we both knew it all along

I loved you and I still do

But you didn’t know

If you knew love

You still don’t…

Will you ever know?

Should I wait?

Another quarter and then some more?

To be honest, I am damaged

I don’t know who I am

Not with you

And not without you

I feel I am nobody

Starting from scratch

Inside a body

Nobody would want

So I sit here and wonder

Or more like wallow

But I am here thinking

You would be better off

Without me

I wouldn’t blame you

For setting yourself free

THE NIGHT

DAILY PROMPT: BECAUSE THE NIGHT

 

Night caresses her eyes

Sings her lullabies

But she won’t listen

Because this is her time

She dwells on the day

She plans for tomorrow

She cries if she needs to

And laughs if it helps

Night is her companion

Night

Is where her ideas hide

Night

Is where her allegiance lies

NO DRINKS ON THE RINKS VLOG

1ST This sounds like I drink a lot and I don’t.

2ND HastyKid is well aware I would never drink around her.

3RD I have a funny kiddo.