Are you down? Are you down? Are you down, are you down, are you down with the br.o.w.n.? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down, are you down, are you down with the br.o.w.n.? ~ A king is still a king… a crown is still a crown… don’t let these peasant polls drag […]Read more "– brotherhood of weird negroes –"
She can’t stay here with you, keeping your faith comfortable. Please face the inevitable… she’ll leave you where you stand in the spotlight. ~ Don’t be brave… shed your tears upon that day. Don’t feel safe… rip off your skin; throw it away. Once she exits stage left … she won’t give an en- core. […]Read more "– when she makes her exit –"
No man can hurt me the way that I hurt myself. The godless and God-fearing are specks on a dusty shelf, while I’m a broom… sweeping away and beating the day right out of me. Then all debris flies, in sun and moonlight – that’s how I “tidy up and clean”. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– broomstick without a bedknob –"
Judith is plotting her escape. Naturally, I have my own plan to bust out of this joint. Judy’s shovel to dig represents experience, performance, and quality. Mine is made with ambition, willingness, and respect. It’s funny though how both of our tools are more on the rusty side. So who will be the victor? Who […]Read more "– workplace confinement –"
THERE ARE bees in my bonnet; THERE ARE bats in my belfry. BREAK THROUGH just like a comet; DON’T YOU go and neglect me because my cuckoo is out of time, and please know that I’ll fly on by if you-can’t-respect-my crazy. THERE’S A straitjacket fashion; THERE’S A stylish action. SPOT ME on padded runways; […]Read more "– bees in my bonnet –"
Joyous… please don’t leave me so, down and out at the end of my yellow brick road. No- torious… with each and ev’ry stroke, breaking from the cold desert that I so sadly know. ~ Sensations warm… a kind break for me. In my alarm… I awake the beast. It could be harm… yet I […]Read more "– tuesday night insecurity –"
“This isn’t what I wanted.” “This is what I need.” “I feel so damn haunted.” “There’s no ghost to defeat.” “I miss my darling so much.” “I’m moving on now.” “I miss that safe and soft touch.” “I will be strong now.” “I’d be there if I could you be any more full of yourself?” […]Read more "– two sides of a tattered love –"