I'm A Blogger-Maniac

Well,
Today is my
PAMPER DAY

I decided to emerge,
Creature,
Fluorescent green
Sea mask,
Rosemary scented,
Oiled bath
Shaven and shorn

To wipe away the woman
Who arose all
Tattered and torn

When I am done
Last dreams,
Trickery
Will be
Undone

I'm A Mean Love Machine

Your Five Variable Love Profile

Propensity for Monogamy: Your propensity for monogamy is medium. In general, you prefer to have only one love interest. But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long! There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering. Experience Level: Your experience level is high. You've loved, lost, and loved again. You have had a wide range of love experiences. And when the real thing comes along, you know it! Dominance: Your dominance is low. This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced. You know a relationship is not about getting your way. And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom. Cynicism: Your cynicism is low. You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance. No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter. You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate. And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon. Independence: Your independence is medium. In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time." You usually find it easy to be part of a couple. But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.

The Five Variable Love Test

In Dreams, I Weep

I woke with a start, shudder, and sob
Then followed through
Still

Tug-of-War Dreams
With but 2 hours sleep
Till I sit now alone

My strengthened resolve
Hands fingering
The vow

My eyes so quietly
Wet

Scenarios of DREAMS
They play so sweet and sour

Strange
How
One so surrounded by people
Can feel so alone

One mind to connect
One that shares
One that in silence’s lair
One

Meeting the demons
In my sleep

Best Dog a Girl Could Have

New ears, New Walks,

Walking my dog with hearing aids up

I love the sound of:

Ayla’s nails tapping on the sidewalk

Car tires on hot asphalt

Leaves rushing in the wind

Hot construction workers banging, digging, whistling

Airplane engines roaring above

Doors slamming shut

Doors opening

People passing

Sounds of their shoes

Movement through new

Ears

Beautiful dog

WHAT???

Wrong numbers on a cell phone, or any phone
Are really fun for the DEAF

Hello?
this is ?????????
What?????????
thhasdfhjhf?????
HUH?
hsjdhfjksdhfjhkfjh???????
Who do you want to talk to?
lakjsflkjdlfghg?????
Ok, can you spell that?
laksjdlfjlhg;la?????
Sigh, (what in the hell did they just say?)

I think you have the wrong number.
Ok thank you.

Why could I understand the thank you?

OOOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since my new living arrangements
I am sleeping on the floor on a little mat
In an 8X8 room
Packed with all the things I feel I need
Huge, floor to ceiling office armoire with my computer wires
Harey Carey
One antique vanity with mirror
One tall nightstand with TV
Tons of stuff everywhere
I love order
Got No ORDER

That leaves approximately an 6X4 area
For sleeping, walking, sitting

Oh yea
An office chair

MY BACK IS KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAY WAY

You know people,
Or rather
Single people, in general
Tend to hand out their most precious gift
Intimacy
Fairly, readily

I
Have always felt great pride in the
"I always go home alone"
Motto

Sometimes,
I wonder what it would be like and
I don't always find favor with those who don't want to hear my
Intimacy lectures

Especially at 2AM, body filled with liquor,

Eyes with
Candy,

And ears with
Erotica

I met B,
Awesome Libra
We talked about art and culture
Somehow, the intimacy subject was inevitably broached
(It was getting close to 2AM in a gay men’s bar)
How refreshing to see the comprehension,
Talk, spiritually with a gay man
And
AGREE

That's when he offered me the gift
Mental intimacy

He hasn't had sex, since his lover of 17 years passed away in January
And,
So much more
Thanks B!!!
You touched me with your honesty and openness
You touched me with that beautiful Libran soul
But most of all
YOU TOUCHED ME
And
NOT WITH HANDS

Hanging in Hi's and Low's

SWING HI

SWEET MARRIONETTE

AND

LOW

LOW

LOW

DAMN THESE HI'S

AND

OH

SO

LOW'S

THE SLIGHTEST

THING

FLOODS ME WITH
JOY
OR
PAIN

THIS ROLLERCOASTER NEEDS TO SERVE SOME
HORMONE PILLS

Thanks

To all those who have given me windows through their words,

THANKS

Blog depression has been setting in.

Blue Monday

I am in BLOGGER BLUES

It has come to my attention,

Not many left

and those that are....

POST SOMETHING

DAMN IT!!!

I KEEP CHECKING

FOR THE NEW.

Post almost never....

UGH

I'm CRAZY, FOR FEELING SO BLUE

This is the second time I am posting words from

OM
http://threedsdeltadawn.blogspot.com/2006/07/healing-sea.html

Every day I get one,

Always where I am AT

Here is the message,

July 28, 2006

Losing It

You Are Not Crazy

Most of us feel a little crazy from time to time. Periods of high stress can make us feel like we're losing it, as can being surrounded by people whose values are very different from our own. Losing a significant relationship and moving into a new life situation are other events that can cause us to feel off kilter. Circumstances like these recur in our lives, and they naturally affect our mental stability. The symptoms of our state of mind can range from having no recollection of putting our car keys where we eventually find them, to wondering if we're seeing things clearly when everyone around us seems to be in denial of what's going on right in front of their eyes. For most of us, the key to survival at times like these is to step back, take a deep breath, and regain our composure. Then we can decide what course of action to take.

Sometimes a time-out does the trick. We take a day off from whatever is making us feel crazy and, like magic, we feel in our right mind again. Talking to an objective friend can also help. We begin to see what it is about the situation that destabilizes us, and we can make changes from there. At other times, if the situation is particularly sticky, we may need to seek professional help. Meeting with someone who understands the way the human mind reacts to stress, loss, and difficulty can make us feel less alone and more supported. A therapist or a spiritual counselor can give us techniques that help bring us back to a sane state of mind so that we can affect useful changes. They can also mirror our basic goodness, helping us to see that we are actually okay.

The main purpose of the wake-up call that feeling crazy provides is to let us know that something in our lives is out of balance. Confirm for yourself that you are capable of creating a sane and peaceful reality for yourself. Try to remember that most people have felt, at one time or another, that they are losing it. You deserve a life that helps you thrive. Try and take some steps today to help you achieve more balance and a little less crazy.
http://www.dailyom.com/

TEXAS, OIL, HEAT

I am trying to get dressed for some fun time

At the JAMBOREE,

My kids are grown,
and I don't remember that
when they were younger.

My sis and I are taking her 6 mth old
PRECIOUS LITTLE SQUEEK.

God she is adorable,

Anyway...

to the Jamboree

What to wear?

I have the pants on

can I come without a SHIRT?

Man with this Texas HEAT

Not A SINGLE one, looks cool.
And I am not Talking
Fashionable,
I mean,
COOL
Like I nead some ice poured over me
Cool

Guess, my ultra-conservative sis,
Is in for a treat
HAHAHAHHHAHHAHHAAHHA

GIVE ME AIR

Strange

Do your lights pulse?
Look up and they aren't

Stare...

still nothing

look away

Pulse
Pulse

Have you closed a cabinet
Came back
It's opened

Kind of Freaky
Never have really lived alone
until NOW

It is totally
TRIPPING ME OUT!!!

There it goes again

DAMN

N0
more
thrillers

except
maybe
the
bathtub

no....
it's
pulsing
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

How

Heavy

Can

I

Be?

Before

I sink?


He told her things

I'll
Never hear,

But from lips

I own.

Jealous,
I
Can't taste that Breath

You are
Fortunate

Memories
Of Flowers

A father held,
Holds
You

DEAR

It must be sweet

I am my own parent
And
Branded
Pretty
And
DUMB

OOOOOOWWWW

When can I call?
Upon
My mother

Father?

I feel
As an
Orphan

Lost

At sea

High
Tides

How they
Swallow me

Sink
Me

I
Know these words seem bitter
As
Others
TOO

I
MISS
Having

What I have
Always
TRIED
TO
GIVE

The soft breast
Of the Robin's
MOTHER

AND THE STRENGTH
AND
COMFORT
OF
A FATHER

Some wonder
If
It’s
Better
Not to know

I
Just
Want
To
Not parent

And feel the comfort

THE SAFETY

THE
SUBLIME

Held,
Revered,
Know

Someone
Anyone,
Finds
ME

SPECIAL

bEYOND
tHE bEAUTY

pAST

THAT

WILL

NEVER

LAST!!!

Michele, My BELLE, Nicole (of Songs untold), John-John, Da Da, Olie Bolie,MOM, child you are, G-MA of all butches BORN, Thom Boy 1st

The words I heard the other night
They hurt
Hurt
Hurt
To my core

I listened to someone tonight
Blood-tied

Damn if she doesn’t
Feel
As
I

She wants to be beautiful
I
Smart

We are fools
We can’t see

The
Sea
Of truth,

We have them both

Just believed the fool

(‘s)

I am
And
You are

All

I listened and watched her tears
Sobbing
My own cries

BRAIN
WASHED!!!

Can’t we ever
See
The sea

A hurt that
BIG

Should fill
The oceans
Earth-wide

I’ll not ly
Down

Nor
Will
See
Thee

Power...
Our
WOMAN-POWER

Such as it would be

The bum

The
Child

Mother
Brother
Son
Father
Daughter
Bum

Connections
Unfathomable

Touches

Caress

Bon Voyage, My Espesially beautiful SIS

Where’s your Totem
Girl

Cherokee
Warrioress

Sister Lost

Repair the Reaper.

Moons Ago
A Visit to
The temple

Always so
Close

In our Far Away
Cries

Child you were
I Still SEE

Lost
Soul

Shirts
To
Bums

A bleeding
Heart

Heart
A’ Bleeding

Foreign Masses
Ancient
Words
Dead
For
All in sickness

Lies
In
Your
Head

Despair

Death
Beyond
Repair

Within
Your
Power

This
Hour

Cherokee
Warrior’ess

Head
Hold
High

My
Beautiful
Nugget

We
Call
You
Back

Nugget
The family
And
I

Savahnna
Beckons
Calls in the wintry
Air
Of deaths cold
Grasp

Mixed
And
Scrambled
The
Mind

Pass
Away
The
Unforgivable
Into the tepid
Fire

Not to let them
Last,
Last,
You are not the PAST

Future
Hope
Awake
In my
Kindred
Spirit

Call upon
From
High
Above
Montana’s
Mountainsides

Hawaii’s
Volcanic
Sides

The love I have
In breast
Abide

Heave
Ho

Demons
Go

I’ll not bury
Another
Sis

In my arms
Her slumber
Forever

Not you
Too
Endlessly

You’ll
Bury
Me first

Take care,
The unfathomable love
That crest you hold
Small

Not to wake
This sour hour

Is to take
The river’s
I cry
Till
Deserts
Are soaked
In the blood
Of my tears

And drown the shores
Of
Ocean’s Wide

I cry for
You

I cry
As your Mother
Your sister

Longing
Craving
Singing
Tears,
Of burying

This
Decadent
Hour.

I love
You
Sis

And
I miss
The…
All

ODE TO RHONDA

YOU KNOW,

I JUST REALIZED,

I HAVE BEEN ON BOTH SIDES

OF TEARS.

BEACHES,

WIND BENEATH

MY

WINGS,

FIRST TIME I SOBBED
IN FRONT OF OLIE BOLIE

WE HEARD THE SONG TOGETHER
PEOPLE IN GROCERY STORE PARKING LOT
AND HE

THOUGHT I WAS INSANE.

I HAD A LITTLE SISTER

AQUARIOUS

WE WERE CLOSE
I WAS OLDER

WE WERE OF A SEED
APART

ALONE
IN OUR ISOLATION

IN OUR OWN WORLD

WE HAD A LANGUAGE
I STILL
HEAR

IN MY DREAMS

I WAS

DEE DEE

SHE WAS

DAA DAA

SHE DIED

TOOK A
BIG
BIG
BIG

PIECE OF ME

WITH HER

SHE WAS THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

AND I NOW KNOW

WHAT BEING THE WIND

BENEATH

ANOTHERS

WINGS

FEELS

LIKE

SO

WE WILL

FLY

FLY

FLY

WITH...

I am Just A SLIPPIN, SLIPPIN...AWAY

Well,
I thought,

After the past nights
Debauchery
I should get on the
Scale

Not grow
Them,
I think they naturally form
On Pisces

But
An ACTUAL SCALE

I close my eyes
Look
Down

What do you know?
I've lost almost
10 LBS
In about two weeks

YIPEEEEE

OR

MAYBE

NOT

IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG,

WITH ME?