bathsheba - Hello Poetry

YOU Ignore the weeping wounded As they wallow in the mire YOU Fear contamination Of your heart's desire **Kudos Respect Acceptance** YOUR Palatable poison of the day Knock Knock Knock *"Have you seen my courage?" "Is it coming out to play?"* "Not today Poet For your words are all but dead Maybe ... Next time Stick to your principles Instead of rolling over .... playing dead!" "You have a voice Use it Stand tall Walk tall Walk proud Believe what YOU Believe in Not the needs of this faux crowd! "I thought you were a Warrior A God amongst mere men But ... When the push Came to The shove YOU YOU Divorced yourself from Zen "So here is my dilemma The knot tight inside my soul Was this just a one off? Or will YOU Always roll Always roll on with the 'in crowd' Irrespective of the THOUGHT Or will YOU **Stand by .... what you believe in? Stand by .... what you've been taught?"** "Fakes & Phonies Two a penny Cut no ice with me But ... For the record I will state My name is MARIE-LOUISE Bathsheba was just a bit of fun It held me in good stead But now ... I feel the time is right To lie her down to bed" "And as I lay her down to sleep Silently close the door I know she was a lot of things **But never a poet ***** She always held her principles In highest of esteem She was an individual But still part of the team Can you my friend Say the same With your hand held on your heart Or will YOU Stick your head in the sand then try to pass it of as ABSTRACT ART!

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Feb 16, 2011

Feb 16, 2011 at 8:50 AM UTC

But never a poet *****

YOU Ignore the weeping wounded As they wallow in the mire YOU Fear contamination Of your heart's desire **Kudos Respect Acceptance** YOUR Palatable poison of the day Knock Knock Knock *"Have you seen my courage?" "Is it coming out to play?"* "Not today Poet For your words are all but dead Maybe ... Next time Stick to your principles Instead of rolling over .... playing dead!" "You have a voice Use it Stand tall Walk tall Walk proud Believe what YOU Believe in Not the needs of this faux crowd! "I thought you were a Warrior A God amongst mere men But ... When the push Came to The shove YOU YOU Divorced yourself from Zen "So here is my dilemma The knot tight inside my soul Was this just a one off? Or will YOU Always roll Always roll on with the 'in crowd' Irrespective of the THOUGHT Or will YOU **Stand by .... what you believe in? Stand by .... what you've been taught?"** "Fakes & Phonies Two a penny Cut no ice with me But ... For the record I will state My name is MARIE-LOUISE Bathsheba was just a bit of fun It held me in good stead But now ... I feel the time is right To lie her down to bed" "And as I lay her down to sleep Silently close the door I know she was a lot of things **But never a poet ***** She always held her principles In highest of esteem She was an individual But still part of the team Can you my friend Say the same With your hand held on your heart Or will YOU Stick your head in the sand then try to pass it of as ABSTRACT ART!

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Drink Me I’m Fabulous! Let me trickle down your throat And As I Dull your senses I’ll Try Hard Not to gloat Drink Me I’m Irresistible! For I will cut you to the quick You Know You Can’t resist You Need This ******* shallow fix Drink Me I’m Delicious! Welcome To The Theatre of the Obscene And If You play your cards just right We can create The Most Obscure Of all Smoke Screens

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Feb 13, 2011

Feb 13, 2011 at 5:26 AM UTC

Drink me

Drink Me I’m Fabulous! Let me trickle down your throat And As I Dull your senses I’ll Try Hard Not to gloat Drink Me I’m Irresistible! For I will cut you to the quick You Know You Can’t resist You Need This ******* shallow fix Drink Me I’m Delicious! Welcome To The Theatre of the Obscene And If You play your cards just right We can create The Most Obscure Of all Smoke Screens

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Round and round in circles Trapped within our vibe Never knowing what is real I need to unsubscribe But … how to go about it? De-tangle from our mess Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress? I don’t think that that’s the answer I want the onus just on me Otherwise … I won’t progress … to a functional degree That old fickle finger of fate Ensnared me in its womb Life passed by Clipped wings did sigh I never stopped to question “WHY?” Now my pain is open wide I need to lay me down to die *Softly Softly Softly* Teeth clench around our cord Extraction of my sanity Will be my just reward And As I watch you whither Stumble Blinded in the dark I’ll know the futures rosy Because … **I stepped up I Disembarked**

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Feb 13, 2011

Feb 13, 2011 at 1:12 AM UTC

I stepped up .... I disembarked

Round and round in circles Trapped within our vibe Never knowing what is real I need to unsubscribe But … how to go about it? De-tangle from our mess Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress? I don’t think that that’s the answer I want the onus just on me Otherwise … I won’t progress … to a functional degree That old fickle finger of fate Ensnared me in its womb Life passed by Clipped wings did sigh I never stopped to question “WHY?” Now my pain is open wide I need to lay me down to die *Softly Softly Softly* Teeth clench around our cord Extraction of my sanity Will be my just reward And As I watch you whither Stumble Blinded in the dark I’ll know the futures rosy Because … **I stepped up I Disembarked**

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Perusing poet’s pandemic prose A question in my mind arose Angst aside what have they got Ill tell you friend It’s not a lot Excuses for the lives they lead Plant the idea Nurture the seed Willing victims succumb to their charm Understandingly Unerringly Blind to the harm The harm of a contrived reality Dressed up as spirituality Pretence of a world that doesn’t exist Sensibility shrouded in gullible mist Hurt worn as a badge of pride Careful it’s not misapplied Lest they see your Jekyll and Hyde Wary what’s put out in rhyme Slowly ******* you in One at a time Once the carrot is gobbled up Once they drunkest from the cup No holds barred The game is on Universally singing the same old song This life I lead has ****** me dry Left me often wondering why Life lived only on the edge Carefully honouring the kudos pledge Passion intense is Their line of defence Bruised and battered Tattered and torn Eternally waiting for life to return So…Readers beware of the poets lure Their chosen words are not the cure This Forum is their new aged lair In shadows waiting to ensnare Whilst drowning in narcissistic despair You’re a fragile soul With a fragile life And they will wield their pen Like a well butchered knife So please… do not believe that you are The One You are merely a chapter in a story that’s already begun

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Feb 9, 2011

Feb 9, 2011 at 2:06 AM UTC

Perusing Poet's Pandemic Prose (re-post)

Perusing poet’s pandemic prose A question in my mind arose Angst aside what have they got Ill tell you friend It’s not a lot Excuses for the lives they lead Plant the idea Nurture the seed Willing victims succumb to their charm Understandingly Unerringly Blind to the harm The harm of a contrived reality Dressed up as spirituality Pretence of a world that doesn’t exist Sensibility shrouded in gullible mist Hurt worn as a badge of pride Careful it’s not misapplied Lest they see your Jekyll and Hyde Wary what’s put out in rhyme Slowly ******* you in One at a time Once the carrot is gobbled up Once they drunkest from the cup No holds barred The game is on Universally singing the same old song This life I lead has ****** me dry Left me often wondering why Life lived only on the edge Carefully honouring the kudos pledge Passion intense is Their line of defence Bruised and battered Tattered and torn Eternally waiting for life to return So…Readers beware of the poets lure Their chosen words are not the cure This Forum is their new aged lair In shadows waiting to ensnare Whilst drowning in narcissistic despair You’re a fragile soul With a fragile life And they will wield their pen Like a well butchered knife So please… do not believe that you are The One You are merely a chapter in a story that’s already begun

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***I love your wicked disrespect How you absconded and broke free From the chains that tried to bind you To the poets code for all eternity You thought to hell with all that **** I have my axe to grind You cast aside the literary bonds And no longer were you blind Free you were to use the words Whichever way you choose Artfully awakened via the adrenalin You released your dormant muse You do not play with words my friend Your writes are real and not pretend No descriptive flowery language here No metaphors in pride of place Should you run and hide under the nearest stone? For being the modern day poets distasteful disgrace So … Fuck the poet’s philosophies They can shove them up their **** I’ll take the lead from you my friend Liberation from this fraudulent farce***

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Feb 3, 2011

Feb 3, 2011 at 11:47 AM UTC

Liberation from this fraudulent farce (re-post ... sorry!)

***I love your wicked disrespect How you absconded and broke free From the chains that tried to bind you To the poets code for all eternity You thought to hell with all that **** I have my axe to grind You cast aside the literary bonds And no longer were you blind Free you were to use the words Whichever way you choose Artfully awakened via the adrenalin You released your dormant muse You do not play with words my friend Your writes are real and not pretend No descriptive flowery language here No metaphors in pride of place Should you run and hide under the nearest stone? For being the modern day poets distasteful disgrace So … Fuck the poet’s philosophies They can shove them up their **** I’ll take the lead from you my friend Liberation from this fraudulent farce***

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WOMEN I cast you out for pandering your *** WOMEN You are shameful On you I gift this hex: *If you need to be the object of manly gratification If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation A vessel pure and simple for man’s *********** WOMEN You are worthless **** upon my shoe Read between the lines my friend Figure out the clue For it is in here somewhere Deep within this write Nothing's ever as it seems Nothing's black and white WOMEN Does a bloke walk round? With his ***** hanging out? Does he emphasize his testicles? Does he bandy it about? I think you know the answer Just stop and use that brain Then maybe in the future Equality will rightly be reclaimed But all the time you flaunt your **** ****** you ***** in their face You, my friend To the sisterhood **Are a ******* skanky **** disgrace** Wake up and smell the Costa For conditioning is wrong You need to understand You cause The Cause to be prolonged This is my stand I hold my own I’m never fazed By stick nor stone For I know deep within my heart The value of my worth I will never sell my principles For merriment or mirth **So … please …. just take a moment To digest The words within this write Unharness faux benevolent blinkers Because this is our absolute pre-emptive right**

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Feb 3, 2011

Feb 3, 2011 at 4:31 AM UTC

WOMEN

WOMEN I cast you out for pandering your *** WOMEN You are shameful On you I gift this hex: *If you need to be the object of manly gratification If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation A vessel pure and simple for man’s *********** WOMEN You are worthless **** upon my shoe Read between the lines my friend Figure out the clue For it is in here somewhere Deep within this write Nothing's ever as it seems Nothing's black and white WOMEN Does a bloke walk round? With his ***** hanging out? Does he emphasize his testicles? Does he bandy it about? I think you know the answer Just stop and use that brain Then maybe in the future Equality will rightly be reclaimed But all the time you flaunt your **** ****** you ***** in their face You, my friend To the sisterhood **Are a ******* skanky **** disgrace** Wake up and smell the Costa For conditioning is wrong You need to understand You cause The Cause to be prolonged This is my stand I hold my own I’m never fazed By stick nor stone For I know deep within my heart The value of my worth I will never sell my principles For merriment or mirth **So … please …. just take a moment To digest The words within this write Unharness faux benevolent blinkers Because this is our absolute pre-emptive right**

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Father …. As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it! It is impossible to mourn the man that you were as everyone in this church will bear witness to. So after careful consideration, I have decided to mourn the man that you should have been. The husband that you should have been to your wife. The father that you should have been for your children. The man that you should have been to the world in which we live. YOU failed on all three points. How does that feel Father? Not too good eh? Well … That pleases me …. Yes …. Pleases me. Now …. Look around you …. Look at the fruit of your ***** …. Open your ******* eyes. What do you feel? What do you feel when you look at us? When you look at us …. Sat here in God’s waiting room …. In our Sunday Best and all. Stuck for words eh Father? What’s that …. Well well well …. If a little bit of reality …. Isn’t finally seeping through. It’s a start ….. I suppose! Now …. Let’s start with your wife. Yes, that’s her …. The one with the look of an animal just released from captivity. OOOOH ….. She is going to have some fun …. Now that her captor is dead. She could have had the look of a woman in mourning. Distraught. Inconsolable. Desperate. Why Father … Can I detect the merest hint of malice on her lips …. Hhmmm …. Interesting! Are we just the teeniest weeniest bit concerned now that she has been unleashed? She could have drawn comfort from the love of her children. If only things had been different. We would have cared for her. Soothed her troubled soul. Kept her safe within the warmth of the family. But alas …. There was never any ******* warmth ….. Was there Father? So do you know what ….. When she is caught dancing naked in the apple orchards whilst defecating on the delightful meadow daisies ….. I’ll be laughing my ******* head off as they cart her away to the nearest loony bin. Did you really believe your pathetic suicide pact would be honoured? You created her. Moulded her. Made her what you thought that she should be. So ….. Reap the ******* benefits Father. Now …. Let’s look into the eyes of your children. Oh ….. You see it too. What a turn up eh? Is it ….. Is it ….. Dare I say it? Jesus ******* Christ. CONTEMPT. Oozing out of the pores of each and every one. And who ….. Prey tell ….. Are all these little ones? Why …. They are your grandchildren. But you never got to see them …. Did you Father? They could have mourned your passing too? But alas yet another generation denied. By YOU! … And your unhinged madness! If only once you stopped yourself swimming against the tide and gone with the flow. The fun that we all could have had. Things could have been so different Father. So different ….. LOOK …… Can you see how close your children are? Off course you can’t. Because YOU destroyed that too! What exactly was wrong with us getting on? Why did it cause such fear in you? Why was there always pleasure in pain? Pure evil you were Father! And you can wipe away those ******* crocodile tears because they cut no ice with me Father. CUT NO ICE! I know what you are about. I have your score. YOU can never touch me. I hold my own. But YOU YOU needed to control and conquer in order to feel like a man. To validate your own pointless existence. Stop ******* crying. You worthless piece of **** We could have gone to the ….. Zoo! We could have had …. Dinner! We could have …. Holidayed! We could have ….. Laughed! We could have ….. Cried! WE COULD HAVE BEEN ******* NORMAL !!! You stone walled every opportunity. Now ….. Look closely at the world in which you lived. Look carefully at the prison that you created. No outside influences. EVER! No one ever knocking at the door. Except Mr James ….. PC plod …. Lived three doors down …. He hated YOU too! You refused to even work. Such was your level of jealousy. She wasn’t ******* the: Milkman Postman Coalman Jehovah Witnesses She wasn’t …. But you were ….. Remember eh Father. Remember that gypsy girl that you took a fancy too. FUCKING HYPOCRITE! You strutted around town, fit as a fiddle, but refused to leave your wife alone. And you wondered why folk looked down their noses at us. You were more than capable of working. You were fitter than men twice your age. Such was the level of your obsessive fitness regime. Shame on you Father! Shame on you! So …. Now we come to close. And in summing up, I would like to say …. Father …. I will miss you so much …. You have been so important to me …. You have guided me …. throughout the toils and troubles of this here life …. Always there by my side ….. I love you dearly ….. but alas …. It would all be a lie …. One great big ******* lie! ….. The truth of the matter is this ….. I hope that you rot in hell ….. and hopefully that dumb mute ***** of a wife will follow shortly …. If it’s not locked up first ! Goodbye Father It's been a blast!

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Jan 29, 2011

Jan 29, 2011 at 9:21 AM UTC

Eulogy for Father!

Father …. As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it! It is impossible to mourn the man that you were as everyone in this church will bear witness to. So after careful consideration, I have decided to mourn the man that you should have been. The husband that you should have been to your wife. The father that you should have been for your children. The man that you should have been to the world in which we live. YOU failed on all three points. How does that feel Father? Not too good eh? Well … That pleases me …. Yes …. Pleases me. Now …. Look around you …. Look at the fruit of your ***** …. Open your ******* eyes. What do you feel? What do you feel when you look at us? When you look at us …. Sat here in God’s waiting room …. In our Sunday Best and all. Stuck for words eh Father? What’s that …. Well well well …. If a little bit of reality …. Isn’t finally seeping through. It’s a start ….. I suppose! Now …. Let’s start with your wife. Yes, that’s her …. The one with the look of an animal just released from captivity. OOOOH ….. She is going to have some fun …. Now that her captor is dead. She could have had the look of a woman in mourning. Distraught. Inconsolable. Desperate. Why Father … Can I detect the merest hint of malice on her lips …. Hhmmm …. Interesting! Are we just the teeniest weeniest bit concerned now that she has been unleashed? She could have drawn comfort from the love of her children. If only things had been different. We would have cared for her. Soothed her troubled soul. Kept her safe within the warmth of the family. But alas …. There was never any ******* warmth ….. Was there Father? So do you know what ….. When she is caught dancing naked in the apple orchards whilst defecating on the delightful meadow daisies ….. I’ll be laughing my ******* head off as they cart her away to the nearest loony bin. Did you really believe your pathetic suicide pact would be honoured? You created her. Moulded her. Made her what you thought that she should be. So ….. Reap the ******* benefits Father. Now …. Let’s look into the eyes of your children. Oh ….. You see it too. What a turn up eh? Is it ….. Is it ….. Dare I say it? Jesus ******* Christ. CONTEMPT. Oozing out of the pores of each and every one. And who ….. Prey tell ….. Are all these little ones? Why …. They are your grandchildren. But you never got to see them …. Did you Father? They could have mourned your passing too? But alas yet another generation denied. By YOU! … And your unhinged madness! If only once you stopped yourself swimming against the tide and gone with the flow. The fun that we all could have had. Things could have been so different Father. So different ….. LOOK …… Can you see how close your children are? Off course you can’t. Because YOU destroyed that too! What exactly was wrong with us getting on? Why did it cause such fear in you? Why was there always pleasure in pain? Pure evil you were Father! And you can wipe away those ******* crocodile tears because they cut no ice with me Father. CUT NO ICE! I know what you are about. I have your score. YOU can never touch me. I hold my own. But YOU YOU needed to control and conquer in order to feel like a man. To validate your own pointless existence. Stop ******* crying. You worthless piece of **** We could have gone to the ….. Zoo! We could have had …. Dinner! We could have …. Holidayed! We could have ….. Laughed! We could have ….. Cried! WE COULD HAVE BEEN ******* NORMAL !!! You stone walled every opportunity. Now ….. Look closely at the world in which you lived. Look carefully at the prison that you created. No outside influences. EVER! No one ever knocking at the door. Except Mr James ….. PC plod …. Lived three doors down …. He hated YOU too! You refused to even work. Such was your level of jealousy. She wasn’t ******* the: Milkman Postman Coalman Jehovah Witnesses She wasn’t …. But you were ….. Remember eh Father. Remember that gypsy girl that you took a fancy too. FUCKING HYPOCRITE! You strutted around town, fit as a fiddle, but refused to leave your wife alone. And you wondered why folk looked down their noses at us. You were more than capable of working. You were fitter than men twice your age. Such was the level of your obsessive fitness regime. Shame on you Father! Shame on you! So …. Now we come to close. And in summing up, I would like to say …. Father …. I will miss you so much …. You have been so important to me …. You have guided me …. throughout the toils and troubles of this here life …. Always there by my side ….. I love you dearly ….. but alas …. It would all be a lie …. One great big ******* lie! ….. The truth of the matter is this ….. I hope that you rot in hell ….. and hopefully that dumb mute ***** of a wife will follow shortly …. If it’s not locked up first ! Goodbye Father It's been a blast!

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Helen thought she’d have some fun On this very special day Slipped into her hiking boots Trundled out to play Along the way she met JP Preaching to some dog (the four legged variety … lol) Told him her intentions Notes were duly logged The plan It seems Was to escape From the confines of the net JP was now surveillance He would eradicate the threat Trapped inside For years and years So desperate to be free Played a canny game When they used the “I’m mad … Insanity Plea!” As they waited for the verdict Raitch fed them Choccy Cake Richard sat there laughing “Guys this IS a big mistake” “What do you think is out there Do you think these folk are real They do not care about you There only in it for the thrill” Raitch had heard enough Punched him in the face Told in no uncertain words “The net is NOT your place” Richard scuttled off With his tail between his legs Bumped into John Patrick They then took up selling pegs! Helen’s palms were sweaty She could almost taste the breeze She said her five hail marys No longer would she tease JP … he sat all serene Madder than Mad old Jack McMad He had two pencils up his nose Underpants positioned on his head It was a funny sight As I’m sure you folk can see This is more than often the case With your internet family Hours passed like days Then there came the loudest knock Eliot breezed into the room Silenced all into a shock He said “Hey guys You can’t go out I need to keep you here For I am very lonely See … my melancholy tears I was abandoned at birth by my mother Who ran off with a horse Father couldn’t look at me So … filed for divorce As I wondered in the wilderness Lost and all alone I started writing poetry I started building thrones The biggest one Was just for me To sit and rule this land I acquired all my subjects The outside world was banned So … please guys Play the game Accept the world in which we live Please stay with me Please play with me And all that I can give” Well … it pulled up all the motley crew Who tried to escape from this regime It made them all sit down and think “He’s right We are a team” Helen wiped away a tear Accepting of her fate Realised now The time was wrong To circumnavigate Maybe in the future When she’s old and grey She will have the courage To rebel and not obey But at the moment Eliot needs her Trapped inside the net And that My friend Is where she’ll stay It’s called a dead cert bet !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE FRIEND FROM DOWN UNDER -

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Jan 28, 2011

Jan 28, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELEN ...

Helen thought she’d have some fun On this very special day Slipped into her hiking boots Trundled out to play Along the way she met JP Preaching to some dog (the four legged variety … lol) Told him her intentions Notes were duly logged The plan It seems Was to escape From the confines of the net JP was now surveillance He would eradicate the threat Trapped inside For years and years So desperate to be free Played a canny game When they used the “I’m mad … Insanity Plea!” As they waited for the verdict Raitch fed them Choccy Cake Richard sat there laughing “Guys this IS a big mistake” “What do you think is out there Do you think these folk are real They do not care about you There only in it for the thrill” Raitch had heard enough Punched him in the face Told in no uncertain words “The net is NOT your place” Richard scuttled off With his tail between his legs Bumped into John Patrick They then took up selling pegs! Helen’s palms were sweaty She could almost taste the breeze She said her five hail marys No longer would she tease JP … he sat all serene Madder than Mad old Jack McMad He had two pencils up his nose Underpants positioned on his head It was a funny sight As I’m sure you folk can see This is more than often the case With your internet family Hours passed like days Then there came the loudest knock Eliot breezed into the room Silenced all into a shock He said “Hey guys You can’t go out I need to keep you here For I am very lonely See … my melancholy tears I was abandoned at birth by my mother Who ran off with a horse Father couldn’t look at me So … filed for divorce As I wondered in the wilderness Lost and all alone I started writing poetry I started building thrones The biggest one Was just for me To sit and rule this land I acquired all my subjects The outside world was banned So … please guys Play the game Accept the world in which we live Please stay with me Please play with me And all that I can give” Well … it pulled up all the motley crew Who tried to escape from this regime It made them all sit down and think “He’s right We are a team” Helen wiped away a tear Accepting of her fate Realised now The time was wrong To circumnavigate Maybe in the future When she’s old and grey She will have the courage To rebel and not obey But at the moment Eliot needs her Trapped inside the net And that My friend Is where she’ll stay It’s called a dead cert bet !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE FRIEND FROM DOWN UNDER -

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**I waited long I waited hard I sunk real low I used The Bard You tease You taunt You lure You flaunt But most of all To me You haunt Unleash your soul Tell the tale Give me wind Beneath my sails For I am partial To the gossips Of wanton lustful fun Come on guys Bare your souls Your secret should be spun !!!** *I'll never tell of what went right Where fireworks exploded and we rocked the night I'll not breathe a word of lascivious acts that went on unwarranted that had us both on our backs I won't whisper a lie I won't tell and you won't cry I'll not ever utter that the earthquake in Uruguay was caused by an evening of Outback fun Take on an Aussie chick? Well, be prepared to come undone oppsss.... I told! UmAh!*

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Jan 26, 2011

Jan 26, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC

Enjoy JP .... The secret is out my friend !!! (co-write with Helen in response to JP's write called Helen)

**I waited long I waited hard I sunk real low I used The Bard You tease You taunt You lure You flaunt But most of all To me You haunt Unleash your soul Tell the tale Give me wind Beneath my sails For I am partial To the gossips Of wanton lustful fun Come on guys Bare your souls Your secret should be spun !!!** *I'll never tell of what went right Where fireworks exploded and we rocked the night I'll not breathe a word of lascivious acts that went on unwarranted that had us both on our backs I won't whisper a lie I won't tell and you won't cry I'll not ever utter that the earthquake in Uruguay was caused by an evening of Outback fun Take on an Aussie chick? Well, be prepared to come undone oppsss.... I told! UmAh!*

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A corner of a room is a misguided place to cower in. Bad move! Especially after you have just had chicken chow mein styled into your hair. You sit. Transfixed. You watch. Catatonic. Prawn ***** glisten like diamonds in the snow as they slide effortlessly down the peeling wallpaper. Baby screams. Baby screams relentlessly. The stench of cheap beer perfumes the stagnant air. You think to yourself "Is this it?" Then you remember You remember …. What the hell was her name? It’s on the tip of your tongue …. BANG !!! Tina Smitherson *Once! Just once ….* The one and only time he raised his hand. She was gone. Didn’t even look back. And her so quiet and all …. Oh ….how we tormented her. Oh …. how we teased her. **BOO !!! BOO !!! BOO !!!** Away she ran like a frightened little mouse. No friends. No life. Nothing. A bona fide geek. And yet …. And yet … only once. How was that possible? Night turns to day. You look around the room. *Chaos. Filth. Emptiness.* Taunt at you manically …. in triplicate. Baby sleeps peacefully in her makeshift cot. Bruises red and angry. *Maybe today …. Maybe ….* Then you reach down into your darkest resolve and open the cupboard beneath the sink. Bin bags. Detergent. Dish cloths. Dustpan and brush. “I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?”

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Jan 23, 2011

Jan 23, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC

"I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?"

A corner of a room is a misguided place to cower in. Bad move! Especially after you have just had chicken chow mein styled into your hair. You sit. Transfixed. You watch. Catatonic. Prawn ***** glisten like diamonds in the snow as they slide effortlessly down the peeling wallpaper. Baby screams. Baby screams relentlessly. The stench of cheap beer perfumes the stagnant air. You think to yourself "Is this it?" Then you remember You remember …. What the hell was her name? It’s on the tip of your tongue …. BANG !!! Tina Smitherson *Once! Just once ….* The one and only time he raised his hand. She was gone. Didn’t even look back. And her so quiet and all …. Oh ….how we tormented her. Oh …. how we teased her. **BOO !!! BOO !!! BOO !!!** Away she ran like a frightened little mouse. No friends. No life. Nothing. A bona fide geek. And yet …. And yet … only once. How was that possible? Night turns to day. You look around the room. *Chaos. Filth. Emptiness.* Taunt at you manically …. in triplicate. Baby sleeps peacefully in her makeshift cot. Bruises red and angry. *Maybe today …. Maybe ….* Then you reach down into your darkest resolve and open the cupboard beneath the sink. Bin bags. Detergent. Dish cloths. Dustpan and brush. “I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?”

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