Yawp and Constant Winter

I am really grateful to have some active, new readership here in my Blogosphere;Winter is intensely funny and Third Worst Poet in the Galaxy, need I say more? Both of you are added to my honorable favorite links over there-on the right.

Winter from http://constantwinter.blogspot.con/ and http://thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy.blogspot.com/

Thanks Third worst and Winter, keep coming back it works!

Guilty

I have a huge confession to make. This may surprise you all but I feel it is time to put an end to all the speculation and rumors. I am stating for the record; I am the father of Anna Nicole's baby.
You may all get back to business as usual.

Animal Mind Dreams

I discovered this comment from Matt of Animal Mind on Mystic Wings post this morning.
I enjoy getting a glimpse into the male writer's psyche. Same coin, different side.
Both men are fantastic writers with original perspectives.Mystic has been revealing his dreams and interpretations recently and Matt has given me permission to copy and look into his dream comment:

"I still recall a dream I had a dozen years ago in which I fired a machine gun into the sky, causing giant white birds to rain down to earth.(Matt)"

Now to work this short excerpt which is laden with symbolism:

I have myself aiming a power full weapon of mass destruction, rage, murder at the heavens and God. I actively attempt to kill God.
Messages of peace, purity,and love fall like symbolic raindrops from the house of the spirit.


See Matt? You say you are an Atheist. Now why? It seems at the time of the dream, which is very significant to you as you still remember it vividly, you are angry with this God you do not believe in. This is the where was God when? question. The Job question. What was going on for you 12 years ago? What were you realizing about the limitations of this omnipotent being? How did God hurt you and make you so angry?
Seems as though the message is of unconditional love being the answer from God. No matter how ugly, angry, ignorant or murderous your actions towards this God, God returns nothing but love, peace, purity.
Seems to be a pertinent lesson for both of us right now, disengage, be peace.-out



Animal Mind and Mystic Wing are in my favorite links.

And The Walls, Come Tumbling Down

Note- This is actually yesterday's post; I held it back in order to deal with the gooey, dark mess that invaded my site yesterday.



In an ancient brick Georgian city home

-there was a large implosion and the roof and walls collapsed on the top floor of the city house I was living in. The upstairs was where my mother / ex-mother in law slept.
Looking up after the enormous bang made me dizzy. So high up, no roof, no walls, skyscraper tall.

I head for the steps to ascend,
a voice tells me it is dangerous, but I must save what is precious to me.

I sort through a chest of items and only take one little trinket. There is really nothing of matter, that seems too important anymore. It's not the stuff that matters.

Out on the street I am telling people about the implosion.
I look up at the building, I am dizzied by the sight of it again.

Yesterday evening after work, I discussed this strange dream with Tate. We seemed to agree the symbolism centered on my mothers imminent return to living in the U.S. She's been in Europe for eleven years.

But then, last night, he woke up and said his body hurt.
He fainted and hit the floor with a huge thud.
He awoke crying saying he didn't feel good.
My mental and physical shelter, the walls that hold me,my heart and my soul, securely, came crashing down in an instant.
I thought he had a stroke.
My sky imploded.
I got dressed.
It was damn scary.
He refused to go to the hospital.
I didn't know whether to call an ambulance or not.
I helped him to bed.
He finally fell asleep. I am calling the doctor anyway, he thinks he has a flu.
Omens this morning
Loud sirens as never heard before in our neighborhood in the woods.
I start the car, set the emergency brake, and walk towards the basement to collect laundry.
Emergency Brake slips and car begins to roll towards house headed straight for the free standing propane tanks.
I jumped in through the passenger's door, just in time and pulled the brake.
Close!

(Doc. notes:Tate is fine. He has a flu bug in his chest and he coughed himself into this state)

Hurt So Good

Here ya go "A"
Eat yure little dark heart out.

Tate's EX- wife/ REVISED

It's been a passionate morning. The roof collapsed last night. I intended to discuss this today but it seems as though some "friend" of Tate's ex-wife has discovered my blog and had a heyday berrating me for the impossible, "stealing people"
I've read all of these anonymous comments and my responses to Tate last night. He was repulsed by you, "A". It was obvious to both of us that the Anonymous author was not R, because she would never stoop so low as to air her dirty laundry nor her ignorance out in public as you have, nor J. J would know how to spell soul.
I am going to respond to your comments and after a day or two, I will move your ugly words , which mirror your face and personality, to the trash ; where you belong.
This is my blog. This is my reality which I am responsible for. If you want to express your ignorance and ugliness to the world I suggest you create your own blog.
I must say, I feel very sorry for you. Sorry for the fact that you seem so emotionally connected to hating people you obviously do not know. Sad that you think my art and self are "Wacko", but you are hooked on viewing it and responding to it. I wish you well and I hope and pray you someday, find a life of meaning. Obviously you are barren of heart, soul, or PEACE IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.
GOOD LUCK, GOOD BYE, and if you don't like my blog, you really do not have to read it. Thank you.

Recycle

Early this morning before school, I made the trip to the recycling center. I love to smash the bottles in the bin. It's a great stress buster. I have alot of stress and lots of empty wine bottles at the end of the month too.

Kramer, my 14 pound terrier is riding shotgun. He jumps out of the car and visits his junkyard dog girlfriend while I do my thing.

Afterwards on the way to school, I start to worry about my brain tumor again. The overwhelming scent of poo, I think, is coming from the earth as it thaws in the morning Spring sun.

"Hey Kramer, did you roll in something stinky again?"

"No Momma, he said, this time it was you"

Agghhh!!!!! poo all over my shoes And my new pants!