It goes( as it
always goes, to )
: ! PENALTIES !

A chorus of "Oh Noooos'!"
rises from the fans like
winter breath from cattle

Hamlet, places it:
...steps back to take it
&. . .

"Do it England!"
the fanatic fans chant
"Dooooo....Itttt...Angle...la...and!"

Hamlet thinks
( No...nOOOO Hamlet don't
.     .     .think! )

But it is alas -too late
he has
already thunked!

"If it be now, 'tis not
to come; if it be not to come
it will be now!"

"Duh!" the fans think
"Agggghh...just
do it!"

The thoughts sprout
from his great big noggin like
a cartoon speech bubble.

"...if it be now now
yet
it will come!"

"The readiness is all!"
Hamlet runs up to
the waiting ball.

Hamlet hushes his
thought process
strikes the ball with his right foot &.     .     .

"To be or, aggggghhhh noooooo!"
After that comma  that
negative sentence.

'NOT TO BE!"
jeer the rival fans
'*** THEEEE...TOA...NONE...ER...EEE!"

Hamlet ends it all
with a bare bodkin.
"O, O, O, O." Dies

"Football is not...."
as Shankly so succinctly
put it

"...a matter of life and death.
It's. . .
much much more important than that!"

The rest.

Is.

silence.

HAMLET AT THE WORLD CUP

It goes( as it
always goes, to )
: ! PENALTIES !

A chorus of "Oh Noooos'!"
rises from the fans like
winter breath from cattle

Hamlet, places it:
...steps back to take it
&. . .

"Do it England!"
the fanatic fans chant
"Dooooo....Itttt...Angle...la...and!"

Hamlet thinks
( No...nOOOO Hamlet don't
.     .     .think! )

But it is alas -too late
he has
already thunked!

"If it be now, 'tis not
to come; if it be not to come
it will be now!"

"Duh!" the fans think
"Agggghh...just
do it!"

The thoughts sprout
from his great big noggin like
a cartoon speech bubble.

"...if it be not now
yet
it will come!"

"The readiness is all!"
Hamlet runs up to
the waiting ball.

Hamlet hushes his
thought process
strikes the ball with his right foot &.     .     .

"To be or, aggggghhhh noooooo!"
After that comma  that
negative sentence.

'NOT TO BE!"
jeer the rival fans
'*** THEEEE...TOA...NONE...ER...EEE!"

Hamlet ends it all
with a bare bodkin.
"O, O, O, O." Dies

"Football is not...."
as Shankly so succinctly
put it

"...a matter of life and death.
It's. . .
much much more important than that!"

The rest.

Is.

silence.

EVIL IS AS EVIL DOES 10-13-09

Evil is as Evil does. Thoughts are just that.... thoughts. Deeds are deeds. A thought is not a deed unless it is carried out.

I am a good person; I know that for a fact.

BUUUUT...........it doesn't mean I always do good things.

Still, most of my crimes are altruistic. I risked my entire sanity the other day as I left  Sam's Club/Costco, etc.

I was walking back to my truck and parked next to me was a BEEAAuuutiful Porch convertible, Black; doe skin interior, all leather and polished wood.

16 inches away from me was an 800.00 Dollar Ipod, resting peacefully and securely in its little Ipod holder mounted to the dash. SIXTEEN INCHES.

I got in my truck and got out of my truck. Again, I got in my truck and out of my truck.

My Godchild, K had just had her Ipod stolen.

So, I figured "*** for Tat".

Being as stupid as I can be (on record), I went for it. The car alarm raised me higher than my truck. Panicked, I sped out of the parking lot and called my therapist. In a frantic voice, I disillusioned "OH, My God! I've just committed ******!!!”  Or at least that's how it felt.

My neighbor was swimming in my cheap above ground pool when I got home.

She asked a simple question: "Well, Hmmmmm....did you take the Ipod from the vehicle?"

Now this puts a completely different spin on my sin.

"Uh, noooooo, uuuhhh, I was just looking at it!"

I couldn’t believe how easy it was to change my view. But she was right, I hadn't committed theft, I almost did. And I'm the kind of person that would chase someone down in a parking lot to return his unknown, dropped, wallet.

This one always get my head spinning: …”Even though I walk In the SHADOW of the Valley of Death”….

Uh, wait a tic. The SHADOW of a bee can not sting you. The SHADOW of a cat can not scratch you. The SHADOW of a snake can not bite you.

What the fuuuh?  I kind of get it. Our brains are weird. Our thoughts are strange. Thank God for that...most of the time....

Love, Susan

PS: But I'm still kind of ****** at the arrogant *******, who so blatantly demonstrated how rich he was.

No. I have no terror I will avenge you.
You say karma will but I'm not waitin' on it. Besides I'm not afriad to.

You were my eyes when the fog I couldn't see through.
Tell me now. And tell me the the whole truth. Did he harm you?

No. I've never been here before. But you I will do it for. If I don't stop him he will try and do it more.

Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh.
Noooo. Noooooo. Nooooo.
No. He won't do it no more.


My sweet friend. I promise he wont
do it again.


My pleasure was inside his pain. I took retaliation in your name.

I'm the champion. I'm your defender. I will be your watcher...your preserver.
It was easy. ***** threw his hands up. Tried to surrender. But that didn't work...was already over.

You said that he harmed you.
Ohhhh. Noooo. Noooooooooo.
He won't do it no more.




-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016

I wake up with birds chirping,
Is it spring already?
NOOOOOO, I am freezing
The cold, it is still shivery.

Looking into my own eyes
I see what others try not to see

Others just see a beautiful face
And by the way I carry myself and dress
They assume I grew up in a wealthy home

Noooooo
Look deeper
I've been through life
(Days with no food, Molestation, Kidnapped, Beatings, Hardworking, and etc)
I just chose not to let it eat away at me

This girl (Me) has cried so many tears
And has worn this huge rock on her shoulders for so long she knows God has something so precious for her at thee end

Looking into my eyes
I am a strong woman

Yes. Oh, yes i did. God

Erased of Contact. Not erased when DRUNK....

HOW THE HECK WHY THE FUDGE AND CRACKERS AM I ALLOWED TO DIAL PHONE WHEN 4 DAYS AGO TO DIAL... WAIT FOR IT... WAIT

My frickin exs number

Lovely to awaken see the PHONE

LOG.....NO.

SERIOSLY. TELLING TRUTH...

HES ******

BUT.. ( DRUNK ME WANTS TO TALK TO HIM)

SORRY TO MYSELF.

3 walls and a door enclosed me inside.
Not very private place, but at least I can hide my face.
The only thing I can hide.
Admittedly my stench drenches the public restroom.
It’s funny…there are two men in here
HAH they’re doomed!
To smell my might they will!
To waft my potential they will!
I overheard one of them squeal, “This guy must be radioactive!”
That’s a compliment larger than a continent coming from a complete stranger! And it makes me feel a bit more complete knowing that in this particular genre of masculinity, no one can compete.
_________________­_____

The doors of the public restroom opened and closed twice.
Hah I cleared the room.
Literally!

I sit quietly in my 3 wall one door stall taking the dump of the century.
I don’t know it keeps flowing continuously.
Probably from that fiesta-tequila-taco party
And the stench of the plague surrounding me.
But I’m just there sitting contently
I’m invisible.
The door slams suddenly and the sound of the metallic door startled me.
Goosebumps snaked through my arms.
“What if these men wish to do me harm” I thought as I crossed my arms to grab each bicep.
I hear a lot of rustle and tussle and laughing and ruthless giggling, name calling, mocking
Finally a beating.
I wondered what could’ve been happening.
I couldn’t do a thing due to my limited state.
(That’s a lie, I was ******* bricks)
The sounds those ruthless thugs made with their fists as they connected with the boys ribs, chest, face, jaw.
All of this I saw behind my 3 wall one door stall.
Finally with the final flash of fist
The boy was kissed by it, broken by it, and hit the floor because of it.
I can’t believe that these boys were ruthlessly attacking a young boy…
In the bathroom…
Today…
The 3 boys brooded over the motionless battered boy
I kept seeing their limbs connecting with the boy’s body.
Chest
Face
Ribs; a ruthless beating was something I was watching through a crack in my 3 wall 1 door stall TV.
I saw all quietly, breathing calmly.
Also trying immensely not to ****!
For some reason the 3 lost boys seemed comfortably contented with the battery they’ve committed.
One boy stood out and put his right foot out.
A vicious hokey pokey
The moment the lost boys foot was about to connect,
The boy on the floor acted as if he was upon war.
Grabbed the boys foot and flipped him gracefully with such grace and “amour”
In the broken boys hand was a piece of glass.
With a motion so quick and jab of his fist with a downward ****** the glass peaked in the lost boy’s chest so passionately as if it was done with lust.
The gasping and moaning and sobbing tears
Clenched teeth, glass beneath his chest braking and tearing, were signaling pain.
The groaning lost boy won’t ever see the sun again.
He repeatedly pulled and pushed the glass shiv.
Peeking through his ribs,
Poking through his stomach,
Failing his liver and collapsing his kidney.
In and out he kept repeating.
I kept hearing him say, “I’M REALLY WORTH BEATING?!”
The two boys frozen have chosen to stay back as the battered boy continued his attack.
Stabbing and stabbing
Warm blood splashing his face.
“**** THIS!” THE LOST BOY SCREAMED!
So out of the bathroom he attempts to run out of.
My automatic toilet flushed……!
My heart and soul nearly extinguished.
The rushing boy turned his head for a millisecond to the sound of my stall, only to return to the ****** face of the one who was destroyed in the first place.
A motionless moment of silence and eyes opened wide
In them, hysteria and animosity combating gracefully.
The battered boy’s wrist was twisting.
The lost boy’s body was twitching.
To the floor he slumped with a thump and the glass shard stuck in his chest.
The last lost boy destroyed mentally and practically ******* his pants
(As was I!)
Lay in disbelief paranoia and completely paralyzed.
That was the first time the last lost boy contemplated immediate suicide but couldn’t find anything to end his life
“NO GOD PLEASE NO, NOO NOOOOOO”
To the corner of the restroom he crawled right at the place where my stall lay.
Echoing footsteps and whimpering suspect only for that subject to a loud
Slamming on the door as the battered boy’s foot kept connecting the boys head and the floor with more impact
More force more anger
Pain
Rage
Revenge
It extends
To abuse
He refused to be the son of a recluse and he was a victim of…….
Three motionless bodies.
Chills raced through my body in my quiet restroom and my 3 wall one door stall.
“You can come out now” the battered boy said to me…….

So I know wha t we say
and i know how we say it
but why why why
THERES  too many lines i think
to stay in one at once
so where do we go
when theres nowhere else to go
but here
or maybe there if thats what you into
but im defnitiely not into that dude
so you better stay the **** away
or i may go crazy and rip your marinara
into a new toilet cloth for the towels
and then you will have noooooo
idea what the **** i just said