SEX, MORALS, CHURCH, STATE, & SOCIETY

EDITED: Too Much Thought...No productivity

This is what I can grasp at the moment. Life before church and state. NOTE: I would prefer to be happy in the dark than miserable in the light. This will be returned upon with more thought. Noted below is a dialogue that I had with a friend, however, my friend's name or verse is not included. I just want opinions from whoever is reading. You can e-mail if you do not want to leave a comment. As this is taken from a dialogue, there are holes and it may sound like a crazy person talking to themselves. Rest assured this is not the case. Please feel free to give me your opinion and if you laugh, I'll kill you! Just kidding.

I really want to work on SIN/EVIL
SIN and EVIL define restrictions of nature by society
Yes...they are words of ploy
Religious/political one in the same...
Restriction on freedom to be as nature intended
Regardless of the nature
This may explain my morals
Programming...brainwashing residue
I long to dismiss my morals
I seek to know how
Animal instinct is what I am referring to
We are but ANIMALS
We may be a product of society, but SOCIETY IS A PRODUCT OF US!
Don't you see?
WE comprise society
We can change it
Grrrrrr - 4/28/06

I really need to think more about this...my bony fingers do grasp the fringes of darkness' skirt. Self recognition is a good thing for the most part. However, we also see our demons! I see that my value system does not allow for enjoyment, thus it is a broken value system that needs refurbishing. This value system hurts me more than helps me. Once my beast is fed...who will keep feeding that which hungers? What is the guarantee? Love brings a quasi guarantee that sexual desires will be regularly fulfilled... I need my desires free of restrictions. Love should not be necessary for sexual pleasure. It is not just of church, state, and society...it is ME and MY morals...the moral that has been BURNED in my head! I want it gone! I have to fix it! We are a corporate, religious, governmental body the body has limbs the people...the people put the body into motion. I have always been held by love's value: thus I hate societal norms. The norms are restrictive. We can change the motion. Does this make sense? My free thoughts are free and written and I want to act out that which I desire. Church, state, and society are one body. According to the church we should not be whores. I need fixing too much thought. I want the freedom to do. That is just it...can I let go? I want to! Teaching are the values of society be it church or state. Freedom without law would not be freedom...that is from an American government class...that does make sense in the wide scope of things as it would create lawlessness: rape and assault would go unpunished. Everything is contradictory! To just give you body out to your desires... would you get gang banged? Think about it so what is freedom? This is fucked. I do want that so what do I do? I wish it were that simple: I want to jump down the rabbit hole. I don't want to hide that is just it. I do not hide my desires...I hold my body back from acquiring pleasure that is because of the LOVE factor which I must rid myself of. I will turn it over and make it work a become the whore of Babylon! The weight is too heavy in the morals area and the scale has been tipped one way for too long. I have been deprived and starved. I need feeding. Let the sucker tilt the other way. I just need to let go once...just once! Should I over indulge, I will visit the vomitorium. Just once and the rest is easy. A vomitorium is where ancient romans would go after overeating only to go back and eat again. You only need to balance once on a bike to know how to ride for the rest of your life. The same holds true with the letting go of a ingrained moral. I need to let go once...and all is free! I sit on the fence not knowing where to go...my decision to sit does not leave me alternatives like one side or the other. I have to jump off the fence and run.... cleanse myself of the whore image no not afraid of freedom. I am not afraid of the label. Brain will not allow body to do what it wants. Body must overcome brain...just once...just once... 4/30/06

A Wish

Wicked of mind
Soft of heart
Tis but a wish to have a heart of stone
That no dagger may penetrate
As stone dost not bleed
Nor dost know of hurt
A stone may be chipped
But it dost not feel it's pieces fall away
Chips are but shards
Cold and calculating in demeanor
They lie in wait for the walkers' feet
Tis not me
My heart is of warmth and blood
Guarded, but penetrable
To hurt
Open to break
It can be broken
Yet always intact
It's scars speak
But fall on deaf ears - 4/27/06

The Almighty Vote Above Friendship

In an effort to help the flow of my local weather
A storm erupted between an old friend and myself
As all efforts on my part
To spread that which was requested
And that which should be known
Childhood memories are now erased
Permanently
As is the word
As true color has been shown
I adjust and arm myself accordingly
Now I shall deal with my original issue
And fight the injustice that I see there
He may have to ride out the storm
Should one arise
Whenever one should arise
I have the ability of flight
That most do not
It is for them that I fear
It is for them that I weep
My friendship was always true
As I can't be bought with votes
But he can
His tradition lost forever
He is now a puppet
Faded to white
With storm clouds above
No true friends
No true love
For he who speaks with forked tongue - 4/27/06

My Dark Side

As I sit back and sip my loathsome Perrier I long for flavored water...be it ever so holy. I desire that which is not readily available. Does that not always seem the way. I sit and stew in images of debauchery and relish the ideal visage upon me. Wicked in nature must be wicked in form. I think I shall throw myself into the pit and join the demons, vampires, zombies, sadists, and other predators. The taste of blood bears that of copper yet I shall not chew on a penny. Nay that is too simple.

What do I see crawling down my wall...a peaceful spider. Should I crush it with my finger or let it roam? I shall let it be as it bothers me not. Back to my thoughts.

My incisors are but human yet open to modification. This had been thought upon at great length as it would suit my nature as would the black contacts. Much research has been done on both sometime back. Again I wonder to this ponder. Strange you may think. I think not. Both are removable fixtures and can be worn when desired. I do so much like to play.

Know this, my colors are that of black and red. I take the widow much to myself and thus sport only those two colors. Never shall I be red alone. Black alone yes or mixed with red, but never red alone. My mind does grasp the fringes of darkness' skirt as that has been my way since I was 6. Maybe it is the darkness that drives my curiosity wild and ever curious I am. Age has not killed my child, but has made it wise and knowledgeable. I do not seek to destroy that which has made me. I seek to shake it's icy hand while I claw it's back filling my nails with flesh.

To say I am heartless would be an injustice. Darkness of heart has always loomed within and is thus part and parcel. Accept it or not. Tis just a part of me as are my eyes. I shall not pluck out my darkness as it offends me not.

I have evolved and will continue to do so.

Something I wrote many years ago:
Black heart spewing black blood through pulsing veins conjuring images of darkness. Vile contingencies lucis ferre dis humanus. ~ 4/27/06

Philosophies for April 2006

Depth of an individual is without limitations!

There is no need for thanks amongst friends. Just friendship is needed. You know how the other person feels based on their deeds rather than on their words.

Since we come pre-made with ass holes, we don't need another.

Only crawl to the hand that feeds the hunger that lies within.

Cognitive depth at conscious levels do explore unconsciousness.

Poisoned Pen

My inkwell needs refilling today
As many a page have been scrawled
By these my bony fingers
Night and day trying to escape him
Fill the well I did
When his gaze was cast down
With cunning and purpose
I bled a cat
A black cat at that
How ironic as he is superstitious of black cats
I filled my well with it's life
Ah the mind of a woman scorned
Poisoned at mind leads to poison of hand
Arsenic be my tool
Tainted now is the blood of my well
And I shall dip deep within
Upon my next verse
Contemplating his murder
He most definitely loves to observe when I write
Hovering lovingly over my shoulder
Watching my every move
I loath him and his observations
With such viciousness
I reek of it
Yet he smells it not
Nor do his sights extend past the end of his nose
Pitiful rejection of a man
Can he not see the twist in my face upon his gaze
Nor feel the twinge upon his touch
He sickens me to heart and stomach
To bear more is not possible
Thus I shall take advantage of his habit
My but these words look so beautifully scripted
What was crimson is now browning
A very interesting effect
On this my poison literature
This evening during his hover
I will rise and turn to him with loaded pen in hand
Smile to him as he has not seen in years
And allow him to soak in my beauty
Much of which he has drained in due course
Through his constant annoying observation
He will look into my soul for the last time
Prior to my taking of his
Yes, pen in hand loaded with my deadly ink
I will thrust it deep within his neck
He will not even have the pleasure of almonds
I can only imagine as I put this to parchment
The shock of my gesture
His mouth gapping and drooling in stupidity
Falling to his knees as though begging for redemption
That he shall not find that here
What he shall find is my total contentment
Through his orbits void of sight
He searches vacant visions
At long last
A wrong made WRITE!  - 4/26/06

Canis Lupus in Heat

Sitting on my hind quarters
I lavishly licks my chops
Staring wavery at the moon
What shall I do? Me thinks as I reconcile myself.
It is dark and the pack is at the den
A slight breeze passes my snout
And I smell him
Where is he?
I will howl and call him
My head tilts back
Fur dense glistening as I arch
I let it out...Ouoooooooo
My ears are peeked as I listen for him
The breaking of twigs and the crushing of leaves
Tells me he is near
I will pace and await his arrival
His strides are faster and I hear him approach
My alpha mate
I cock my bushy tail to side allowing him total access
He smells me
Then mounts me
Fast and viciously he takes me
Paws draping around me
He hangs on
In less than a minute he is done
But we cannot escape each other yet
We try to pull apart
Only to have stupid hopeless looks upon our faces
Finally we break free
Back to the den we go
I have done my job
My litter will arrive in two months
I am but a SHE-WOLF - 4/25/06

I used to breed labs and know their mating nature. Coco was my female and Buddy was my male.  Together, they had three litters. However, a bit of research was done at International Wolf Center.

Chess Game Repeat

It seems like I am at the game again. This time, however, there is some participation although not representative enough to say that the game is really on. Should I play offensively or defensively? In the greater scope of things, I'd say it would be in my best interest to play offensively this time round. Rather than guarding my king, I will allow my queen, rooks, knights, and pawns to focus on the ultimate capture of my opponents king. However, a bit more strategy is required in figuring out my opponents next move and whether that move will be valid or at very least constructive. In the event it cannot be validated nor be considered constructive, I will cease the game without forfeit. If the game is on, I will participate until I either win or I lose. In any respect, even a loss can be a win if the game is played with the correct mind set. My cunning nature is already testing the opponents validity. I shall know soon enough as the pieces are moved around the board and I will make my calculations and decisions accordingly. Once again, a game with out participation becomes a game of foolery. I shall to use whatever tactics necessary to ensure that I am not the jester. Will I take my opponents king or will my opponent take mine? I guess the pieces that have just played may or may not cause check, checkmate, or stalemate. It has yet to been seen. I end here for now. By all means let's play it out and may the best person win or at best cause a stalemate. - 4/25/06

The Object of Adversity

Tolerance if not acceptance of individuality should be a norm
Hypocrisy at any level should be fought upon by logic
Freedom should not be a suggestive form but a reality
Justice should be had by all regardless of gender, religion, sexual preference, national origin, skin color, etc
The studious should teach through practice of non-prejudicial ideas
Strive for peace and you will find unity and love as enmity brings chaos
Adversity can only be overcome through participation
Please participate - Arachne 4/25/06

Touch Me

Knees bent
The lunge backward is made
Shoulders blades creep to the top
As mangled tresses reach the pillow
They follow going side to side
Slithering and wriggling
In nakedness' delight
Cool sheets against warmth of body
White in contrast to skin
Outstretched arms and legs
Open and vulnerable
Shackles envisioned
Existing for the moment
This pleasurable moment
Soft is now hard
Dry is now wet
Anticipation building
Hips in gyration
Tossing but not turning
Oh the need to be touched
Tease!!!!
Do tease
Make it last
Make me beg
Leather against skin
Drawn up between
Mouth open
Gasps of delight
Where do I begin - 4/24/06

The Kill

Tongue against knife
I lick the blade
Coveting the savory delight
The kill was good this evening
As no defense was given
Thus the corpse was soft and tender
It seems that the meat is tougher
When the fight is on
I'll bet by now rigidity has set in
Leaving it marble like
In tones of gray
Still and hard
I laughed as the victim begged
Seeking to keep life
To think that I would let it live
Was a mere self deception
Could it not tell it was going to die
Beg or not
The cave was the best
Yes the relinquishing of the throat
Its head cocked back in submission
Allowing my knife total access
Neatly ear to ear
Gaping wound pouring forth
I watched in gory glory
It's head toppling backward
Now I justly lick my plate clean - 4/23/06
IN MEMORY OF JACK THE RIPPER

The Electrocution

He covets that which is not his
It is mine paid for with my money
She is my pride and joy
She is my Strat
Something I worked hard for
He is thinking he will use her
For his musical talents
Take her places that I have yet to show her
No this will not happen
I have devised a brilliant plan
Oh he shall test her
That I will allow
As this is part of my plan
Lets see this wire into there...hum
This should work
I am smirking as I think of the dance he will do
He will hold her alright
He wont be able to let her go
The electricity will keep him from release
But release he will
That of his ghost
This I ensure
Hey, man want to try her out?
He puts the strap over his shoulder
She is laying on his belly looking at me
He reaches over to the amp and grabs the cord
Oh the sucker is going to plug it in
The lights flicker like a strobe
Now he dances
I think of the wickedness of my nature
But grin without care
I think he has had enough
As he is looking blackened
I must get to the breaker
Has he turned to tar!
But she stares up at me looking as good as the day I bought her
The remains
I know how to get rid of it
I will stuff it between the bed and the wall
They will never find him
That was a neat little job and entertaining at that
I should have at least put a dollar in his pocket
His dance was most worthy
A shilling would have done him more justice
In less than obvious places
Finished finally finished
I breath deeply now and I am relaxed
She is mine and only mine
She is my Strat and only I can possess her - 4/23/06
If there are errors sorry this was a quick write.

Fuck Me

Fuck me
Suck me
Blow my mind
Gag me
Choke me
Take me from behind
Rape me
Tape me
Do it but again
Strap me
Slap me
But do bring a friend - 4/23/06

Thou Hast Called My Name

Thou hast called my name
Bolstered my opinion and
Laid rapture upon my being
Yet only in the virtual sense
Not in body
Yea, the mind cries for redemption
Yet the capsule seeks ecstasy
Which shall win?
Will thou call upon me again?
Shall I hear the hush of thy voice
Pressed gently upon my ear?
I sense thee
But see thee not
Art thou real
Or art thou a figment?
From the shoulder
I extend my limb
My digits wriggle in air
And search for thee
But find thee not
I have lost but myself - 4/23/06

The Blood

Stretch...yawn...blah Tis yet but another day. Having just crawled from my coffin like bed, I am in search nourishment. What shall it be today? What shall I feed upon? Being ever so clueless, I shall devour a bit of this and that in hope that the blood is good today. I cannot deal with this weakness as I am so used to strength of mind and body. These past few days made me realize that the lack of blood components causes the body and mind to tire at an alarming rate and try as I might to regain myself, I am yet unable. Much has been neglected for too long of a time and it is necessary to rebuild. Sure muscle under skin is defined and strength is there yet not the type I seek. Alas, I will devour all that is SWEET! - 4/22/06

The Widow

Beautiful and black
I wait for thee
Hiding where thou shalt not see
Amidst the woods and rock
Doing that which comes to my nature
Silently I weave and wait
Lest I be disturbed
I shalt harm thee not
Yet what harm dost cometh
At this our union
Comes to thee is at thine own risk
Ye beware of the hunger that builds
It grows
A hunger to mate
Will I be thy poison?
A hunger to eat
Will I drain thee of thy fluids
And lie belly up in contentment ? - 4/22/06

Thoughts of the Wonder Wheel

The Wonder Wheel in Coney Island always scared the crap out of me due to the rocking motion of the cabin. Although my fear of height is great it does not compare to present day fears as thoughts of war languish in my head. I am at a loss. Unbelievable as it might seem, my trip to Brooklyn may actually be my escape from a supposedly civil country called Canada. Things like this do not happen in civil countries in 2006 right? Wrong. They do especially if you are Native American. I have been doing that which I believe is my job to do and that is to inform the uninformed by compiling incoming information. That being done, I struggle to grasp the fleeting moments of creativity only hoping that they will bounce back into the mass that lies within my cranium. Bouts of creativity do come and go and I attempt to express myself at every opportunity. Today I have been on an emotional roller coaster, however, the attendant is not present to stop the ride. It really is time to get off the Cyclone and onto the Wonder Wheel. Alas, I smell the ocean breeze and the hot dogs. They are there waiting. I only need go. - 4/22/06

The Red

Here all looks black and white
Alas, the moon dost wane
But it still sparkles and shines
Gleaming back at me
Wickedly knowing
Unknowingly feeling
Sharp from diamonds point grind
It almost sizzles in my hand
Warm its handle be
Compared to the cold complexity of head
Yea it all gleams back at me
Save for the red
Ah the red
You cannot see its true color
Nor does it want to be seen
Does it not seem black
In this place of little light?
That which is red
And drips gingerly from the head
Who have I struck?
Does the body lie dead?
Aye, that dost seem the logic
Twas not an eye for an eye
Just mere spite
Save for the red
Ah the red
That which I delight
Let me cast down on you
Visions of rouge
Its razor sharp head glimmers back at me
Smiling
Save for the red
Ah the red ~  4/22/06
IN MEMORY OF EDGAR ALLAN POE

Doll on Death's Music Box

Soothing sounds made soft
I gargle of razor blades
Effectively slicing the back of my throat
I let out a breath
And a whisper is uttered
A scream is attempted
Yet the pleasure
The pleasure of bleeding pain
Causes cease of compulsion
My twisted mouth splatters
And droplets form in the stark sink
Turning to pools
I watch my porcelain
Looking in the mirror
Life's blood is drained
My skin reflects the tone
The tone of Death's melody
I hear it and dance
Spewing blades and blood
I am but the doll on Death's music box - 4/22/06

Captured

I am following thoughts
Like a male dog sniffing crotch
My mind is like that of the sensitive snout
Yet rather than nasal delight
I encounter ideas
Morbid, sweet, or sexed might they be
Nonetheless they are IDEAS
AND they are MINE
I have the lasso around my reason
Thus I can capture
That which attempts to run by
Yet I am becoming ever seasoned
Knowing that which causes the stir
I'll allow it time to saute
Just for a moment
As to over think a thought
Will drive it into bedrock
Ceasing its freedom of movement
Scribble scribble scribble - 4/22/06

Broken Wing

She does not see nor hear me cry for her
A small gentle bird with a broken wing
Lying in the box lonely, dark, and beautiful
I long to help her..hold her...
Reach out and touch her soft soul
To end the pain that she disguises with strength
I need the strength to hold on - 4/21/06

A Spew

After a day of devouring...

Beware! No rhyme lies here...
Are the keystrokes that obvious? Is my fight to maintain clarity that clear? Alas, the ghost has not given up...it has only been relinquished for a moment in time to dream a dreamless sleep and wake in xanax induced fog. Yes, I do sit endlessly in darkness as that is where my spirit lies...without sunshine...without light, but the darkness to not rule supreme as a mere flicker of light discloses even the smallest of shadows. Aye, it is nice to find that glimmer of light that ever so gently opens the vastness of the dark and exposes the shadows that lie within.

Being that we are but emotional beings, we hold steadfast to that which we are comprised of. Is it not so that emotion is what makes our brains think, our heart soar, and our spirits rise? We are but inspirations to each other and thus we feed upon ourselves then spew our literature in such a fashion that it becomes our web. A web that entangles our victims awaiting our next bite or morsel!

Love be like a dragon which thou shalt slay with one swoop of thy mighty sword. Treat it like the opponent and thou shalt conquer. Lie hopeless and helpless, and thou shalt be eaten by the beast. Love is a never ending process of learning. We keep falling into the crevice deep yet have the ability to crawl out and aspire to yet another. It is progress as you learn a lesson each time you are defeated. This adds metal to your armor and thus you become stronger for the next round. You may feel weak, but you are more cunning in your behavior and seek that which is not akin to those prior. Sure there will be dings and dents, but strength to overcome and bear will be with you. Remember thy armor, and prevail! Always put self worth ahead even if only halfheartedly. To minimize "self" will bring defeat!

NOTES:
1) Who really does what is in their best interest?
2) Distance in any manner should not be kept between friends and true friends my wander in miles, but never in spirit.
3) As the eyes are the windows of the soul, they speak at great length where words do not dwell.
4) A true bouquet is that of dried flowers as they will not change in their configuration. Live
flowers wilt and die and their beautiful face no longer looks at the sun as their heads are down with eyes closed not seeing the floor.
5)A bit of hurt sometimes does the body good. Me thinks that people bend rather than break less they be ridged to begin with. - 4/20/06

A Note to Parents

Be honest with your children REGARDLESS OF YOUR/THEIR AGE. Don't just let them see that which is a mere symbol of a parent. Some cookie cut-out from days gone by. The symbol of a lame righteous individual with a narrow mind who never did wrong! The person who is the epitome of perfect. BULL! Parents are fallible beings who did and will make mistakes. To hold the rank of "know it all" will leave your nest more than empty. Sure we have to be a role model for our kids, but that doesn't mean that the mold is without its bubbles. LEARN from your children don't just preach. Let them inside to know the REAL you and all the wrongs that you have done. Don't don the mightier than thou attitude as you will destroy your relationship. Allow your child to see YOUR inner child and play with the moment. ENJOY THE PERSON...THE INDIVIDUAL that your child is! - 4/19/06

Our Tombstones

After a bit of reflection and discussion, I have come to the realization that these blogs are a great way to engrave ourselves on the net and in the minds of the masses. It serves as a insight into our being and screams out "Hey, I was here! Know me!" As such, it is the most informative type of tombstone that we can leave as it does not just say our names, birth, and death, it shows our LIFE! What a grand and glorious life we lead. It is just a matter of acknowledging that which is behind us and that which is yet to come. It is a great pleasure to read those of you I have subscribed to and although my reading has ceased momentarily, I will again return.  In the meantime, let our tombstones be of great length. We are the conquerors...we are the writers! - 4/18/06

Memory Lane

The tear stains have been cleansed from this idiot's face and my mind has been cleared. Unfortunately, I have been looming in the darkness of bygone days. Mind's eye visions of such foreboding ventures should have died once pondered in yesterdays sights. Yet I am a creature of memory and have thus allowed such monsters to bear their ugly heads and stare at me. Nay I have stared back and defied that which was tragic and turned it into a positive cognition. At best, this adventure down the lane of memories gave pleasure to the person I love most...my daughter. It is for her that great strides are made and the ugliest of demons conquered! Yeah, mommy did it yet again. Your pleasure is granted at any expense. I love you! - 4/18/06

His Bite

Where shalt thou teeth roam
Be marked on this body
Only to submit to that which is mighty
Say no more my Lord as I am with thee
Visions do make for poor reality
Yet build essential desires within the beast that needs feeding
Shall I be the meat or bone that you gnaw
Yea I and thee do have carnal hunger
Tis yet to be fed - 4/18/06

A Comment to Writers

Love, lust, desire, rapture, and sorrow are all great inspirations for writers. It is that which makes us tick. To write lackluster would be an expansive waste of energy. Rejoice in that which provokes your creativity and question it not. Live, love, laugh, and then do it again! - 4/18/06

Her Inner Light

Some people just have the innate ability to bring about the light in and for others. For these individuals a smile brings about radiant brilliance that would defy the Gods' sun. Alas I say you are lighting the sky with your beautiful smile. Yea challenge the sun as I smell the defeat of your rival. Look to the west and see the sun drift away yet brightness is still with thee. - 4/18/06
Dedicated to DJ whose smile is electric!

My Erotica

I need thoughtless, mindless, escapism
No thoughts just touch and feel
Lavish expressions enrich suppleness of coarse features
Exotic tastes exploring minuscule buds
Exploratory functions need not cease
Deep within wetness soft and sweet
I am fulfilled
Surrealism surrounds me and I drift
Not through experience but through dreams
He grasps my throat
And I stray away into darkness - 4/16/06

Beloved Friend

Sometimes we "L" a friend deeper than we know. It is not until we lose them that we realize what they have meant to us. By loss I do not mean death...I mean hurt feelings. I have hurt someone not by intention, but by sheer stupidity. This stupidity leered its ugly head not too long ago and although I thought I could share a foreboding event, I could not. My friend's ears were closed as a previous wound (not made by me) was opened and made afresh and thus could not be dealt with. I should have known better as I knew the history. As a result, I was at a loss and my loss was great. We are speaking again, however, will forgiveness be forthcoming? I can only hope and say that "I forgot them in haste. You just brought a smile to this crying face." The papers are in the mail!

To shed tears you need emotion. The emotion is there. As a realist, I cannot deny what exists: to deny fact would be pure foolery! Sometimes things serve as grand reminders of our stupidity. I have faced my stupidity thus it has been recognized and conquered. Yes the "L" word has be elicited in total and pure friendship. - 4/14/06

Inspiration

Alas sickness of heart dost bring about ghostly inspiration
Swimming thoughts are unbound and unleashed
Yet my thoughts cannot be captured at the speed of light in which they occur
Hast the neurons exploded and multiplied thus encompassing my reason
I must hasten my literature lest my thoughts dismiss themselves - 4/14/06

Another Thought

Misgivings made perhaps by chance
Make but for foolery
Lest they be mingled by blood
Yea hope lies within and upon
In this my heart
To seek a kinship
Tis naught a jest made by jester - 4/14/06

Response to a Great Comment

Sojourner Truth wrote the following comment to my post "THE NATURE OF THE BEAST." Thus far she is the winner!

I find the beast simply to be an extension of conscience (which is really just a social device anyway), and I think more thought and morality actually go into tending the beast than the conscience itself because the beast is primal and untamed. A lot of times when feeding the beast comes up people feel as though they must justify why they continue to do so, which gives rise to a sort of counter-conscience. So, in a way it is a very handy device indeed because, if the classic concept of conscience is created by society, the beast is the one to keep societal views in check.

MY COMMENT TO HER:

The beast is primal. You have hit the nail right on the head. It is nature not nurture that is the beast within. I think many people fail to realize that we are but mere animals in clothes. Would you believe that one person told me that we are not animals that we are human beings. My argument back was that we are mammals. She did not get it so a definition was provided. It is unfortunate that her mental capacity could not grasp that we are grouped with monkeys, chimps, mice, dogs, etc. LOL I am glad that stupidity does not reign on Myspace. People like you reign! -Written to Sojourner Truth 4/13/06

Post Script (to those that don't know what P.S. stands for): People use a DICTIONARY! It does explain what a word means. it does provide the root word, and its origin! LMAO Rock my socks! Both of them!!

Americans vs Canadians

Canadians who have been accepted as friends on Myspace do not fall into this category. It is for those Canadians that have no humor, are uninspired (not that I am looking to inspire anyone), thoughtless, and easy to piss off. These individuals fall into the drool and dribble crowd.

So I have this Brillo like personality or that likened to that of fingernails on a chalkboard, however, this is who I am...take it or leave it. There does not seem to be a problem with my relating to fellow Americans and some cool Canadians. However, most, Canadians just don’t get it. Maybe it is the American education system versus the Canadian education system that accounts for our differences. Maybe it is the politics. Or just the water!! Snow blindness is another good one!!! That is not to say that we are producing Einsteins and they are producing idiots, but they seem to lack the sick sense of humor and quick wit that I have found readily available in Americans. Although, I may get hate mail for this baby, it is a must post as it has been biting me in the ass for sometime now. ~ 4/13/06

My King Shall Not Be Captured

Anyone who has enjoyed a good game of chess knows that it is a strategic game that requires concentration and skill. Sometimes life acts like a chess game and the need to defend your King is essential. As I have a moment or two I am sitting back pondering which piece needs to make a defensive or offensive move. Although my thoughts vacillated and were deep, I am at wits end as to what to do at this moment. That is not to say I don't have a preplanned course of action.

Being a humorous yet serious person, I am trying to ascertain if a certain individual is earnest or insincere. If the individual is earnest, then my course of action is elementary. However, if it serves as an amusement, then much thought and energy must go into the playing. Sometimes a contest can be entertaining with a worthy opponent, but as this would be round two, I would rather save than wager on trivialities.

I shall not get miffed as I will desist before the next move is made as my King shall not be captured. There will be no encore without participation. ~ 4/12/06

My Beast

My beast is human as it lies within my being. The name of my beast is LUST. As I am starving the beast within, it lies dying and withered only hoping to be fed. Alas, I have been neglectful and deserve punishment. - 4/11/06

A Reflection of Age

Age is what you FEEL INSIDE. Allow yourself to feel old and you will be old. Allow yourself that which makes a child wonder and you will be forever young. - 4/11/06

My Thoughts on Dom/Master Sub/Slave

Viewing this from a psychological standpoint, a Dom/Master has no power unless it is GIVEN to him. Sure the Dom/Master can extract excitement from within the Sub/Slave with ideas of bondage and discipline and sadism and masochism, however, that is the thrill that the Sub/Slave wanted in the first place. It is a win win situation for a Sub/Slave. Thus the true controller IS the Sub/Slave. As a result, we Subs/Slaves rule over Doms/Masters.

I have been questioned on this issue by Doms/Masters stating that a safe word is used to control the situation. That is not TRUE or PURE control. I don't believe that the roles should be a game! How they come up with this conclusion is beyond me. Why it is even stated in response to my belief is beyond me. If it is a GAME then NO can be used at any time to end it, Thus the true controller of the game is the Sub/Slave. The Dom/Master is powerless without consent. If you agree/disagree, please tell me why and lets toss it up!  Sub/Slave Arachne! 4/11/06

The Nature of the Beast

The true nature of the beast is to devour that which it needs to feed upon
Each of us possess our own beast and we feed it in the best possible way we know how
Unfortunately some overfeed and become glutenous in nature
While others starve and are thus neglectful
What is the happy medium to this dilemma?
What is the nature of YOUR beast? - 4/10/06

Back to "D"

He hast welcomed me back
Gladly I accept without harshness
As at some level he has made me soft
My fears no longer attack that which had been mild within
Nay this time my armor is thick and will withstand my own shuttering
As the curiosity has been built and the heart pulled
More cautiously I walk this time round
Yet the beating of my heart’s soul
Needs him to devour me whole - Maggie - 4/9/06

Amended Note to Readers:

EDIT: I just posted this less than 1 hour ago and I have had 8 hits and not one of you has said a frigging word. See what I mean! I am getting pissed off. Who are you nameless faceless wonders who come to view with leaving a calling card!

Okay some of you people are coming here and reading and not making yourself known and it is pissing me off. I am not fishing for kudos, however, I would like to know who is reading me. Please at least leave a note of hello since you have entered to read. The number of hits in comparison to the number of comments is enormously off scale. Therefore, don't let my frustration get the best of me. Damn it say something! ~ 4/9/06   

Really Pissed Off

This is the deal folks: From approximately 6:00 a.m. today, thirty-four of you have viewed my blog - total 509 views since I have actively been posting which has only been recent (March 2006). You have done so without having the common decency to even say hi. This is really pissing me off as I don't know who is reading me. NO I AM NOT LOOKING FOR KUDOS as I do not give a flying shit about KUDOS! What bugs me is that I want to know who you are. Right now you are nameless faceless wonders who are just pissing me off. If this becomes a common occurrence, I will make my blog PRIVATE! Got it? If not, GET WITH IT! - 4/9/06

The Silence Broken

Silence enthralled  Thou hast given rise again A hope to chance Enlisted upon our beings Thou art welcomed  Open is my mind and arms Miles differentiate us yet Thoughts intertwine  I have awaited thee Justifiably so - Maggie - 4/9/06

She is My Friend

An old soul amass with great life
Not taken down amidst life’s strife
She has built up what was once torn down
Now she discards the thorny crown
That kept her spirit locked inside
Her heart now open wide
To hands not fouled by cruelty
Inside out a shining beauty
Inspired by and dedicated to DJ Listening to the song "FEAR" 4/9/06

Her Warm Heart

Thou lay thy heart on thy sleeve in a most eloquent manner for all to see. My how the inner beauty of that which thou hold within thy breast shines like a beacon to far off ships. Shall they come to rest in thy harbor? Alas, thy harbor is that which defines thee as Divine.
Dedicated to DJ for her inspiration! - 4/8/06

Acknowledgment to the Contender

Are thee my grand and glorious knight
Black of heart with steel bright
Blood of kings though thy veins run
Guard let down of deviant nun
Let me bask in thy beauty bold
Make warm what now boasts cold
Win thee a great battle nay cry
Nor do harm to thine eye
To gaze upon that which I give
Only to divinity dost thou live - 4/8/06

A Comment

My dear, it is as though thy heart has been ripped from the cavity where it lies. Let it not be like ashes in the wind, but likened to that of the feathers of a dove... To: DJ - 4/8/06

Let’s Play in the Graveyard

In a tomb old and dank
Or old church if you may,
However, you hold rank
Just lead and I shall follow
Take you in just to swallow
That which is of mighty power
Alas I wait to devour
Lest we leave here but alone
Shall we make it to the stone
Engraved with "name unknown" - Maggie - 4/6/06

The Waiting

Oh my black heart
Battered and weary
I have forsaken thee
Only to reel away
Far into oblivion
Seeking refuge of soul
My grasp has slipped
My strength is gone
Only my words remain
Will I be here tomorrow?
Alas, I do not know - 4/5/06

Bled

Oh heavy heart laden in led
Drowned spirit left
The horror and almighty dread
Of dreamless sleep
Which life has bled- 4/5/06

Eternal

I will lay my head down
On a pillow soft and sweet
Neither smile nor frown
Ill not rise to my feet
Eyes closed
Forever I dream
Deep inside
In silence I scream- 4/5/06

Happiness

What is the definition of happiness? According to Webster: 1 obs: good fortune : PROSPERITY 2 a : a state of well-being and contentment : JOY b : a pleasurable or satisfying experience 3 : FELICITY. APTNESS
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? From what I remember from an American Government class that I had taken a number of years ago, happiness is defined as property: land to be more specific. I see a problem with happiness in that respect. I have land (½ acre), a large house, a luxury SUV, pool, a pure bred dog, all new furniture, an education, and guess what...so what!!! Possessions do not bring happiness. I would discard everything for "L." "L" = LOVE. "L" is not easily acquired, defined, maintained, or sustained. ~ Maggie ~ April 2, 2006

Oh Glorious Death

I hear thee whispering in my ears
And pray to feel thy breath on my neck
Ever so closely to me
Thy darkness is not feared but welcomed
Alas, what lies on the other side?
Do we not go from this burdensome shell
To that of free flight and life everlasting?
Oh hear me glorious Death
Seek me out and find me where I hide
Alone and huddled in a cold corner
Of my existence
Seeking my rest from the shell that holds me bound
Whoa to thee that understand me not
As thy comprehension level does not see thy present prison
We have been found guilty and have been sentenced to life
Without pardon
Pardon me glorious Death
This burden called flesh devours from within
Thus find me where I lie and release me from my burden - 4/1/06
Inspired by John Donne and Dylan Thomas

Falsehoods

Thee should practice that which thou preach
Lest thy tongue be removed from thy mouth's dwelling
And thy lips be sewn shut so as not to sound
The grotesque utterances of he who cannot speak
Yea to those who follow themselves truly
For belief in thyself is a strong quality
That which is transferable to those around thee
Seek to transfer that which is good and wholesome
Discard and dismiss all else as it will lead to your demise
Lest ye be smite down by the hand of God - 4/1/06