...one round after shift...

we do this everyday...

and frankly, i'm hooked!

what will my partner say???

does it qualify as -- having an affair???

what will my "straight" friends think?

they'll prob'ly dish-out

sordid things like -- i thought she was "bi"???

has she gone one way, all the way?

because everyday we do this...

and quite frankly,

i'm hooked...

lyza, sandee n i

have somethin' like a threesome

goin' on...

we do this everyday...

we do this everyday...

after post-shift,

tks corrections and whatnot,

after the last elid swipe...

it's downstairs from there...

hahaha... beer man...

drink beer!

we do this everyday.

one round of beer after shift.

and we do this everyday.

but seriously, i'm hooked.

...static...

and silence,

move a step forward

and

a couple of steps

back

to where she lay,

smothered in the sheets...

of someone else's

thought?

head?

sigh,

bed...

does she even think,

does she even know

does she have an idea

what consequences await,

do 1 thing,

and it all comes back

do 1 thing

like circle, things

have a way of coming back

threefold

how do you follow

the 8-fold path

to enlightenment

when all your dreams

regress back to the time

you felt you had him

you felt -- "he was mine..."

the kiss was the drug

i was his,

he was mine

now we both live on

borrowed time

he said i lost it,

i felt i lost it

then again, how can one

lose something that wasn't yours

in the first place?

would he even consider

would he even know

would he even feel

the slightest hint of regret

@ being too shallow

and not willing follow,

in the same manner that she shied away

when he said

she wasn't what he was looking for...

she should have stayed on

and bided her time

but she couldn't

she had been much too proud

for that...

and now everything seems

to be in static

and silence,

move a step forward

and

a couple of steps

back

to where she lay,

smothered in the sheets...

of someone else's

thought?

head?

sigh,

bed...

does she even think,

does she even know

does she have an idea

what consequences await,

do 1 thing,

and it all comes back

do 1 thing

like a circle, things

have a way of coming back

threefold

how do you follow

the 8-fold path

to enlightenment

when all your dreams

regress back to the time

you felt you had him

you felt -- "he was mine..."

*** a free verse done half-asleep, half-awake... waiting for a muse, needing to be amused, and wanting amusement... none found... still waiting...

crave...

how does one become addicted

to fame,

money,

popularity... ?

even physical pleasures,

in the form of

gluttony...

we cannot fathom,

think...

how does the mind really work?

do we always cloak our fears,

and shed crocodile tears...

like one boy

who cried...

WOLF!!!

savages, we all are

victims of fake humility...

do we suffer in silence

because of vanity...?

why do we crave,

why do we crave,

is the hunger as deep

as the need

to be sated... ?

think, dream,

... sleep

we all want an end,

maybe not as grandiose

as some,

while

others seem to be somewhat,

unfinished...

half-baked, half-done, half-full

if you look @ the glass,

what do you see...?

is it filled

with nothing but

alcohol...?

crave...

why do we hunger,

what do we seek...?

is the hunger as deep

as the need

to be sated...

think, dream,

... sleep

we all want an end,

maybe not as grandiose

as some,

that left with the sound of a gun

as big as a...

BANG!!!

while

others seem to be somewhat,

unfinished...

*** a free verse... done half-asleep, half awake... rants & musings... my whatever things... because today was a pleasant goodbye through keys that form words that looked like conversation...

eyes, so silent...

silent eyes,

you watch, still

and spill your secrets,

when friends have long gone,

you watch,

you wait

never sleeping ever awake,

still, but breathing

my beloved internet...

treated more than a girl's best friend

beware of voyeurs,

my sweetest little pet...

secrets are heard,

secrets are read...

whenever you click the keys,

the words form a thread...

late nights spent

with my wishing well,

my newfound lover,

the d.s.l

secrets are poured

like wine on a glass

secrets are scoured,

on pages that pass...

there will aways be

engines that search,

engines that search,

engines that search,

for a hidden past...

***bored and in need of a muse...

...must have been...

the weight of the world,
the feeling of helplessness,
the night wearing
you out, into a thin veil
of a man
i once admired...

the cruelest of times
the hand that was dealt,
the cards gone awry,
it must have been,
you think it's time
to say goodnight...

the last breath escapes
from parted lips,
your son's embrace
have not been missed

a message left
on my phone,
simply said,
that you were gone...

it must have been
that you have known
how much time has
simply thrown
you away...
but i do not think of it
that way,
you live,
you'll live
you will always live
in Bubba's eyes,
my son and daughter,
long after they bear their own...

it must have been,
that you simply need
to rest,
it has been a long journey
and your bones do ache
all we all are dust
in the end,
all we all turn to dust,
in the end...


*** the night turns to day, too much airconditioning must have frozen my brain, this is but half of what i wanted to say... farewell...

waiting, burning cd's and boredome...

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Tchaikovsky was a Russian composer prolific during the Romantic period of music.During his life he wrote many ballets, operas, concerti and other works for orchestra and chamber groups, including some choral work. His music displays the dramatic and lyrical melodies that are characteristic of many pieces of Romantic music, but are distinctive because of their acknowledgment of folk melodies and familiar songs.

***Teehee... answer to "Which Classical Composer Are You?" quiz... sabeko nangaba, my listening to and fascination towards the nutcracker suite means something...

SECRETLY -- Skunk Anansie

I'VE BEEN BIDING MY TIME,
BEEN SO SUBTLY KIND,
I GOT TO THINK SO SELFISHLY,
'COS YOU'RE THE FACE INSIDE OF ME.

I'VE BEEN BIDING MY DAYS,
U SEE EVIDENTLY IT PAYS,
I'VE BEEN A FRIEND,
WITH UNBIASED VIEWS,
THEN SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU.

SO NOW HE'S GONE RUSTY
YOU'RE BORED AND BEMUSED.

YOU WANNA DO SOMEONE ELSE,
SO YOU SHOULD BE BY YOURSELF,
INSTEAD OF HERE WITH ME,

SECRETLY.

TRYING HARD TO THINK PURE,
BLOODY HARD WHEN I'M RAW,
YOU TALKING OUT SO SEXUALLY,
'BOUT BOYS 'N GIRLS AND YOUR FRIGGIN' DREAMS

SO NOW YOU FEEL LUSTY,
YOU'RE HOT AND CONFUSED,
SO NOW YOU'VE BEEN BUSTED,
YOU'RE CAUGHT FEELING USED.

YOU HAD TO DO SOMEONE ELSE,
YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN BY YOURSELF,
INSTEAD OF HERE WITH ME,

SECRETLY...

*** omgoddess... why am i posting lyrics... i don't know...