Cold induced rambling

Can I give my computer this cold?  The ridiculous thought passes through my mind as I open up my laptop.

Why are you showing up in my dreams?  I thought we settled this a long time ago.  But there you were, a fresh reminder of my childhood innocence and aspirations.  Oh the dreams I had!  Said dreams were almost as ridiculous as my thinking I could pass this horrid cold on to my laptop.  I dreamt an invisible man would come save me from my childhood home and confusion.  Oddly enough, on some level, I thought that a physical man would do the same.  But when the shit hit the fan I looked around and there was no one but myself to rely on.  No one was going to save me if I didn’t woman up and do it myself.  Some days I am so thankful that I had to land on my own two feet that I can’t express it in words.  How easily I could have turned into a co-dependent creature allowing others to tromp all over me.  Other days I mourn for my lost childhood, my lost innocence.  Neither can be regained now. 

Slug

I’m holding back my impulse to shake you,

And that jerk of a dude that you currently do.

I don’t care who you choose to screw,

But in this situation who’s really screwing who?

The other day

“Is this [insert least favorite male name]?”, I ask.

“Yes”, He responds with the greasy smile of a salesman.

Cerebellum

It’s all done.  There I said it out loud.

But to sad emotion I remain unbowed.

To me all forgiving friendship you vowed.

That interaction I should never have allowed.

I needed a friend you were nowhere to be found.

Why I got in so deep does my senses confound.

Trapeze Act

You gotta’ focus on you,

All the things you like to do,

Everything you could improve. 

There’s plenty of upward room to move.

Yet it all comes back to yourself,

How your view your self worth.

Do you feel your life dearth?,

Never Again

I am not broken, require no mending.

Why are you this negativity sending?

The recesses of your soul need tending.

Your karma has some reactions pending.

You have no right to emotionally pee,

Like marking territory condescendingly.

Nothing is Peaches and Cream

No creative juices flow…..instead I lounge around lost in boring woe……So many different ways to go……Where I will go I will down the road know.

Today I don’t feel content…..But there’s nothing for which I need repent…..Regardless I’ll not be heaven-sent…..Nor am I hell bent.

Doing what I do

I’m all out of things to say,

Just going my own way,

Working on what will stay,

And living day to day.

Deathbed Visits

Intense.  Everyone repents.  Most disagreements make no sense.  Look where all the time has went.

Then everyone thinks it through.  Everything they did or didn’t do.  All those who felt screwed.  Looking around you still see a huge crew.

Let It Begin

Be your favorite person in life.

With or without a husband or wife,

You’ll be surrounded with idiots rife.

The trick is to keep cool amidst strife.