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Brought to you by the letter ‘D’…

Okay, I’ve come to the conclusion that I SUCK lately; at least as a blogger. I had two poems and a handful of other songs that I wanted to come back and post yesterday, but time just got away from me… again. In my defence, I am sick – damn kids! – and I’ve got a million and one little tasks on my agenda right now (mostly annoying and somewhat mundane things like sorting 2 ½ TB of computer files). Alas, it is what it is. I have some things to do this morning, and than I will try to find some time to devote (exclusively) to my blog and – of course – catching up on all of yours. Before I do anything, I’m going to leave you with a song and a confession…

Now, rewatching this video makes me greatly question my own libido, but I must plead guilty to having had a major crush on Billy Idol for more than half of my life. This crush remained incredibly strong until the point when I became addicted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (wow, why stop at one embarrassing confession?) and replaced Idol in my fantasies with James Marsters. Yes, I am a special girl.

Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol


Baby I’m Sorry

{This is a reposting of a poem I did way back in the beginning that had like two views. Ya, I’m cheating (again), but hey look! It starts with a ‘B’ so at least I’m cheating with purpose! An interesting side note… This was actually written as a song (though there were some changes made to make it work better as a poem) and there is a very shitty recording of me singing it. If I didn’t love y’all so damn much, I’d post that clip just to scare you! tee hee}

You said, “Well baby I know that I made you cry,

and baby I know that I told you lies,

but I’m sorry now

… I’m so fuck’in sorry now.”

And I said, “Well baby I’m sorry that I’m walking away,

and baby I know that you want me to stay,

but I’m hurt’in now

… I’m so fuck’in hurt’in now.”

As I walked out the door, with hot tears on my face,

I felt so alone, and so out of place.

I felt so betrayed; so empty and strange;

but as I kept moving forward, I started to change…

You said, “Well baby I know that I wasn’t true,

and baby I know I was no good to you,

but I’m sorry now

… I’m so fuck’in sorry now.”

And I said, “Well baby I know that you’re full of shit,

and believe me, my dear; I’ll get over it,

but I’m angry now

… I’m so fuck’in angry now.”

And I laughed up at the sky as it started to rain,

for as the water came down, it washed clean the pain.

I thought; why should I care if I was breaking your heart,

when it was your indiscretions that tore us apart?

You said, “Well baby I know that I messed up bad.

And baby I know that I made you sad,

But I’m sorry now

… I’m so fuck’in sorry now.”

And I said, “Well maybe you’ll hurt, when you’re all alone.

And maybe you’re sorry; but you can’t atone,

‘Cause I’m over it now

… I’m so fuck’in over you now.”

I kept walking away, and I didn’t look back,

For I had no more use for such a sad, sorry sack.

I was thrilled it was over, and I was glad to be free,

And I was ecstatic to learn that you couldn’t break me.


I dream of a life that’s never been;

A life that might never be.

I dream of a world that’s far away

Some land where we’re all free.  

I crave a passion that can not die,

And something more than lust.

I pray to gods I don’t hold faith in

That one day we’ll know of trust.

And trust that is not simply fleeting,

But life long, and for real.

I hope for something that can validate

All these crazy things we feel.

I want the life that rare few find;

Some contentment paired with grace.

I want a promise to hold on to

That one day we’ll find that place.


Too close,

Move back

Give me room to breathe.

I don’t mean exactly to be rude,

But I’d be happy if you’d leave.

Sigh deep

Feel pain

I hate that you’re so near

I’m freaking out and can’t compute

This most un-noble fear.

Something dark

Chocking me

Until I want to scream

I know exactly how this must look

But I don’t care how I seem.

Racing mind

Pounding heart

I need to calm this crazy beat

Perspiring – despite the chill

Oh, I suffer in this heat!

Don’t touch

Step back

I just want for you to go

How much I loath you in this moment

You really can’t begin to know.

I scowl

You smile

You don’t seem to understand

If I could find my voice to speak,

Your parting, I’d command.

You sit

I rise

There’s something wrong today

You try to be so very friendly

But I just got to get away.


Remember how in my Monday post (A post with no name…) I said that I’d committed myself to making a commitment about the purchase of a new computer by Friday? Well, I got busy this week – as per usual – and the whole computer hunt just sort of fell by the wayside; I hadn’t even given it any thought. Yesterday I had to go into the city to do some grocery shopping and whatnot, and I stopped in at the Future Shop to pick up (yet another) external hard drive, and lo and behold, I bumped into a deal I couldn’t resist and the decision sort of made itself.

My new baby is sitting in the boxes she came in; I got such a good deal that I couldn’t not get a new monitor too; and unfortunately, she’ll be staying in them for at least a few more hours. I know what I’m like with new toys… completely obsessive. If I don’t take care of some things before I start playing with her, I’ll never get around to properly taking care of them. So alas, I must force this beast to vomit up the contents most important to me onto an external, clean my nightmare of a desk (which I started last night so that’s half done), move out my old and dying computer from the bedroom – after taking anything important from that hard drive – and then; and only then; will I let myself slice into the crisp packaging my new baby came in. It kind of feels like Christmas Eve, and I kind of feel like a five year old; all antsy and excited. The only thing I’m not excited about is all the set up and messing about that it’s going to take to get myself comfortable with the new machine… that stuff seems to take forever.

Between shaping my new computer into my perfect slave, and the spring cleaning (that I also got started on yesterday) that unfortunately needs to be done – despite the return of that blasted snow – I imagine I’m going to be even busier then normal. I wish you could purchase extra hours for a day the same way you can purchase extra memory for your computer.

About that short poem I wrote this morning…

Last night I had this weird dream about all of the trees on my street coming to life like the Ents in Lord of the Rings. They weren’t really doing much; just standing around and watching the sleeping houses on my block; but it was still fascinating. In the dream, I was watching them through my kitchen window and every thing they did – every single move they made – was done in unison. They reminded me a little of synchronized swimmers (which – by the way – I can’t watch without laughing for some reason).

I’d really like to write more about the dream, when/if I find the time… we shall indeed see.

While I am now – and will always be – the queen of too many words, I do write a lot of short poem… even haiku, which I’m not overly fond of… and likely you’ll see a little more of that this coming week while I’m fixated on other things.

Okay, I’m off to catch up on at least a couple of blogs while Zed’s still snoring away – can’t start pulling things apart at my bedroom desk without waking the poor guy up – and I’ll check in with you folks a little later on. Have a great Sunday!

The Watchers

The flakes fall in harmony

With the gentle breeze

That whispers through the silent trees

Lining the busy streets

Like continental soldiers.

They stand,

They watch,

They wait…

What are they waiting for?


I asked;

“If every dream I ever dreamt was tattooed on my skin,

And every time you looked my way, you could see the colour of my sin…

Would you still call me beautiful?”

You replied;

“A splash of colour in borders of black would do nothing to change your heart;

The things that make you – you inside, are what set you far apart…

You will always be beautiful to me.”

I asked;

“But if every lie I ever told, was etched for all to read,

And just by looking at my casing you could see the true depth of my need…

Would you still crave my touch?”

You replied;

“We all tell lies to make it though – they help us hide away our fear,

And need is such a soulful thing, it would only make me hold you nearer…

I will always crave your touch.”

I asked;

“What if all the hurt that I have buried was painted in brisk hues,

And just by lying next to me you’d be infected by my blues…

Would you still share my bed?”

You replied;

“To see your hurt would shatter me, but then I’d know what I must do;

And I would gladly take it all on me, it if could mean less pain for you…

I will always share you bed.”

I asked;

“But what if every one of my mistakes was turned to murals on my flesh,

And you could tell – by looking closely – that some of that ink was fresh…

Would you still give your love?”

You replied;

“I would want you more for your mistakes, because they’ve made you quite divine,

And how could I judge you for your errors, when you do not judge me for mine?

You will always have my love.”