~ All of the communication skills ~
If you’re over the age of thirteen and still using “The Silent Treatment” as a method for conveying your thoughts and opinions…
The ONLY thing that you’re communicating is that you’re immature, cowardly and rude.
And. You’re a big fat meany-pants poopy butt head with a head for a butt! :p
16 September 2016
Imagine all the angst we could prevent simply by using our words…
So long my friend, farewell
You’ve served me long and well
Though it’s time for us to part
I’ll keep you always in my heart
Adieu mon ami, vous allez manquer
A new life and love are calling me
Should we chance to meet again
Smile and greet me as a friend
17 April 2016
Dear WordPress friends, my mini vacation from maintaining this and my Facebook poetry page has been good. Cutting the ties to Twitter and Google+ has been wonderful!
For some time, I’ve had a sense that I’m ready to move away from writing to other pursuits and certainly this break from the false expectations involved in nurturing a poetry blog has been both enlightening and freeing – such peace of mind gained!
I’ve enjoyed meeting and sharing with so many talented people and will try to pop ’round to your blogs once in a while to click ‘hello’ or post the odd piece on mine.
So, until then be happy, be well and… for heaven’s sake!
Get off the computer, go outside and play! 🙂
It’s the weekend and here’s the deal
I know you’re in town and that all you need is a reason
So, you pretend that I’m not a hypocrite
When you show up on my doorstep with a bottle of wine
A smile and bad intentions
I’ll pretend that you aren’t the most aggravating man on the planet
As I pull you into the house, into my arms and into this thing
That we’ve known is going to happen
Since you tapped that key
11 March 2016
At what point does craving become crazed
The crossroads of desire denied and utter despair
Tactile memories conspire to keep me on edge
A raging fire that consumes – has consumed all fuel in its wake
I am left with the taste of you on my lips
The feel of my hands on the ghost of your sweat slicked back
Controlled, maddened by this aching, insatiable impulse
My hunger grows and my desire hunts you tirelessly over the miles
7 March 2016
Just a quick note to explain my lack of visits.
I’ve been trying! Y’all know that being supportive of you is important to me.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) Life on this side of the screen has geared up and with it, my ADD. Can’t sit… What?… Okay… No… Yes… You get the picture.
My Inbox topped 450 yesterday and I can’t sit still long enough to write, forget reading! Reading blog updates is difficult, posting anything feels like torture and responding to more personal emails is even more so. No attention span.
I’ll like and comment as best I can. Things will get back to normal eventually, they always do. I know some of you already know this pattern of mine but some newer acquaintances don’t so… “It’s not you, it’s me” 🙂 🙂 “Of course we’ll still be friends!” 😀
Thanks for hangin’ in there with me!
~ kei (I had to correct a misspell of my own nickname – that’s how bad it is!!)
19 February 2016
Some Tongue In Very Cheeky Thoughts
Once again, St. Hallmark Day is almost upon us. Once again I’ll inflict that time-honoured tradition that I started doing on Facebook several years ago.
Look out Cupid! The Valentine’s Evisceration is set to begin.
Basically, I’ve always felt that Valentine’s Day is an utter travesty and in my first St. Hallmark Day post on WordPress, I mention why. How St. Valentine’s Day came to be associated with chocolate, carats and tawdry Walmart lingerie is beyond me and my thought from then stands:
“Well, lets just say if you’re gonna give me gas station flowers and a
Happy Birthday Valentines day card. Please. Don’t bother. Now, if you want to bring home Thai and give me a foot rub on April 18th or October 12th, for no damn reason at all, THAT’s meaningful.”
And please none of those idiotic ‘Singles Awareness Day’ posts. For the love of whatever deity!! Don’t shit all over someone else’ thing just because you don’t have it (same goes for single mothers/ fathers who post snarky crap on Mothers Day/Fathers Day. You get your day, don’t shit on someone else’) It’s as juvenile as being mad that someone has a jag and you take the bus. Put on your grown up undies. Three hundred sixty-four days of the year, Singles are desperate to shed the title, then suddenly they want to ruin it for Couples…?
I weep for the future of Humanity.
So Cupid… What the freakin’ hell man?!
I know that you probably have some issues, coming from a broken home and all. As the son of the love goddess Venus and the war god Mars, I bet things got a little intense with Mum and Daddy but that’s no reason to take it out on humans for all eternity! That last one that you darted for me? That should have been a blow gun… Next time, leave it in the hands of the experts or I’ll be speaking to your Grandpappy and I’ll bet you don’t want to be grounded by Jupiter.
I stumbled on this video a long while back and I swear my last Vile-en-tine starred!! Always loved Carly Simon and even more so after watching this.
And to cap it off, one for the boys. I know you’re often left bewildered by the appearance of evil pod women who steal your normally sane partners on every 14 February. Take heart and start leaving the same kind of hints she does because 14 March is right round the corner!
It isn’t your feet of clay that depress me and have turned passion to pity
Not that at all, once beloved of my youth
Read this: my ironic smile
Not that at all
It is your icy heart
Your sedimentary soul
Your calcified mind
Mostly I mourn our friendship’s lost potential…
I mourn the rebuff wrapped in this abhorrently cheap suit of transparent macho immaturity you insist on wearing like an Armani suit
Your sadly archaic, Neanderthal and schoolboy-perception driven ego
That makes you think that you are above even the smallest of social courtesies
For fear that by those, I might find you enticing enough to pursue you
Sad little man
What did you do to the boy that I loved?
That question was not me flirting with you
20 January 2016
Because… the obligatory ‘Year In Review’ post wasn’t nearly enough :p
I don’t do resolutions. My 2014 post mentions the very negative impact that resolutions have upon my inner teenager. Don’t even get me started on what they do to my inner two-year-old!
This has been a hard year for me. Like so many things in the real world, about one tenth of it makes it to written words that can be shared beyond my journal. There’s been catharsis and reconciliation, staggering losses and small soul-warming gains. There have been positive moves forward and arseholes who keep leaving their flaming dog shit at my door – figuratively speaking – I do live in a nice neighbourhood in my 3D world!
I think I’ll keep on as I am. This journey of the last three years has been enlightening in many ways. I feel the bonds of lifelong fears loosening. I’ve paid my dues and will not fall back into old patterns of pleasing and placating. I’ll live, learn and grow as I’m meant to, in good time and as the lessons and opportunities come.
For those of you who’ve been along for the ride, you have my thanks. I hope that you’ll be with me still in the coming year. There won’t be a big blog cleanup, no changes in posts, privacy and whatnot. We’re all different and as a terribly shy, wounded but walking, ADD/OCD, social introvert (it’s a thing – look it up), I’m not going to demand that you conform to my ideals, standards or bizarro quirks of interaction – don’t step on the carpet!! – Ha! Kidding.
I’m going to be here writing what I know and trying to be a friend as best I can in the Internet venue, a confidante to those who have or are walking the recovery road that I have and am, a writer that you like to see in your news feed and hopefully whose words sometimes strike a deep enough chord that you’re inspired to actually read them and not just expediently ‘like’. No resolutions, just me being me and accepting you as you.
May 2016 bring all of us the best it has to offer. May those things include health, happiness, peace and prosperity. If it can’t… let’s hope to hell we get a good story out of it!
With much love and gratitude for your continued support…
31 December 2015