i am not a rich ****, i am a home body

i don’t want to be a street kid, cause i am a homebody

i don’t want to be a bigger anything, i am a homebody

i ain’t an old fogie, i am a homebody

i don’t want to get teased, just because i like staying home, because i am a homebody

i don’t want to get killed on the street, cause i am a homebody

i don’t want to get evicted from my flat, because i am a homebody

i don’t want to be treated like a homeless person, cause i am a homebody

i still want to help homeless people get a good life, cause i am a nice home body

i don’t want to holiday in the YWCA, i prefer a 5 star hotel, like a homebody

i don’t want to carry my belongings to the sports events

i leave it at the hotel like a homebody

i am not a hooligan, i am a homebody

i don’t want to be treated like a christian, because i say am a homebody

i am a buddhist homebody, i really likes to PARTY

i want to respect my neighbours, though, cause i am a homebody

i still want to go to the poetry slam and have fun, but i am a homebody

i want to go to the carols by candlelight, just like a homebody does

taking a picnic lunch, just like a homebody does

i am planning my holidays, like a homebody

it’s hard, but it doesn’t bother me, cause i need money, like a homebody does

i do my art and be creative, like a homebody

i write my stories, like a homebody

homebody home body 1 2 3

i am a homebody can’t you see

i don’t believe in being horrible to the homeless

cause i am a nice home body, can’t you see

i am a homebody, and proud of it, i am a cool homebody

Whose to blame for the homebodies being trapped by street people, Ted of course, he is



You see I had a great life being a homebody making fun of people on the street, but to those street kids, the homebodies are known as shy boys, and Ted every day when the homebodies got to their houses, heh heh heh heh, you homebodies are trapped, we aren't going to ever set them free, because the street kids wanted to take the homebodies to the underpass, and not necessary **** them, just change the homebodies from being homebodies to shy people, because these homebodies didn't really want to play on the street, and when the street kids came over and teased them, the homebodies ran inside saying, you can't get us fella, Ted had fun at this moment, making sure that these homebodies act too shy to be homebodies, and one went away saying that they will never catch him, and despite Ted trying, even to this day to get him, he had never been caught, while Ted has his friend have a few problems like getting teased in the way he did as a kid, because they wanted to stop him from being a homebody, and it was easy to stop him, because Ted has him right where he wants him, and every time he goes home,  they tease him to try to make him go out and get drunk and make trouble for the families, and he got drunk every day, causing trouble every day, and people on the street said, that he wasn't a cool homebody anymore, and if he tries to do what he likes to do at home, the old street kids said they will try and abduct him and put him in a drain pipe, where if the water became high, he would be washed away.
And he yelled, HELP, about 13 times, hoping that a passer by would notice him, stuck in there, and hopefully they will rescue him, from in there, but when no one came to rescue him, he tried to figure out how to free himself, before things got worst.
His other homebody friend saw him stuck in there, and when he called his name, he sat there playing cool for the street kid, that he thought I was becoming, and then he just left his old mate their to die.
When this homebody, turned street kid got free, he got on the phone to one of his ****** mates, to go into his old homebody's house and blast his head off, and he said yes, to start but when he said he couldn't go through with it, he was mad and started to yell at this ****** untill he eventually got sick of him and said, go back to your homebody mate, your not like us, never, will never am.
Then after 3 months of not talking to him, he ended up being shoved in the back of a 4 wheel drive and driven to the edge of a cliff, where this homebody  escaped from, and never saw his friend again, but he didn't care either, because he was stopping him from moving on with his life, while Ted was laughing saying, he's suffering, and this homebody heard him laugh and slowly found his way back to the top, and told Ted, you won't ever get me, cause your a loser, and Ted got angry, and tried to capture him, but he found solace in creativity which worked very well, but Ted still was there, but he was a homebody again, never to ever be grabbed.


Sent from my iPhone

E Enter In Out EIO
E-IE-I-O  the O- the outcome
Playing some Banjo giggly
Words are getting wiggly
Like everlasting Jello
The Old/ New Heaven?Hell

Meet the best
transformation
Absolutely
It's in our duty
Takes effort modern-times
Instagram pictures of Mcdonald
Don't bend yourself
out of shape over hot buns
Hunters bite of the hamburger
Amazing shapes of the Planet
to enter

Don't live like the pretender
Your the pilot absolutely laughing
to the end of the wing
Catching fresh air telling some dirt
Not everything is a
*Pink champagne Riot
EIEIO Airplane he raised this pilot
Blue sky absolutely
looking too hard
People are starting to look strange
B-S Be Sweet I know what
you thought words get rearranged
What bull one boy to
have a coke with a smoke with
Is this the way it should be
Bye Bye Birdie Ann Margarita
Is this what life is about

He salutes to  my absolutely
knock out dress
Inside of his head, he's
looking mighty fine
Drinking Absolute *****
When its truly mine
Silk ties or Paisley Ties
Crazy love absolutely
Time traveler talker
Who is your caretaker
The burden to carry on
Girls want to have fun
Homemaker proud baker
Be on time yes absolutely
After I know what
happen before
One day I will find out
what this is all about
All ones or against none
Mr. Sexter in the City
The forever not to marry one

She's the absolute solitaire player
He's the homebody head ringer
Cut face band-aid
The band's and singers
Newsstands Jazz step swingers

American Bandstand
The time is hand full  such corruption
No freedom what happen for the
*Love of God Kingdom

Absolute insane asylum of maids
Absolutely I agree its hard
enough for one
E for entering I- I Phone OH!
Out of your mind
Get out I absolutely don't
need you in
the best time of my life
Chose your words wisely
Absolutely solemnly swear
Something is not
Kosher my Dear
We love to carry on
Not to carry someone over the
threshold do what you're told
Get up sleepy head you will
be late for school

Old Mcdonald EIEIO
E Exception I want that
E-Everything I Immaculate
O- Out of money
What *******
He's banging his drumsticks
You're the Oz good witch
Making more room with
your broomstick
She is absolutely the
spitting image of
her "Mom Mega babe'
clicker

So many Odd Moms
On speed racing for time
Coffee moms Business Moms
She is absolutely the prettiest
Mom I came across
Absolutely rarely do you see
Hollywood Housewife acting
like Moms
Her skirt got the heat like
A-Absolute what a cute "City Cat"
meeting the cat________??
"From Hell ringing the Liberty Bell"
A haystack don't turn your back
You absolutely got into his heat

Rekindled by the barn cat
How dogs and cats may
be disobedient
But we love them for
who they are
Even if they look
like their masters  
We are born like that
The artist absolutely
Graphically lined
Of the absolutely cool
deviant defined
She had lines of a lifetime
in her pleats
He didn't make his bed
wrinkled sheets
French bulldog has
more manners
Then his master
Hey Buster

Board signs on your body
But we all have to
make a living
So it's fading like an
Antique Queen malevolent
jewels
Too bright hurting
my eyes shining
Do you trust her or him
Expectations are getting slim
Losing time your gold trim
The double-breasted dress you
hear a Robin bird symphony
You're the absolute epiphany
Going and tumbling back to
be single eating a triple
decker sandwich
Hey Mate?
Absolute Divine Date*

She is absolutely beyond herself
Never known a love to
be absolutely right
Were human or our beliefs fire out
Evidentially taking a flight
Make it the best fight you ever had
Writing an article we hours
of the morning smile and
tell the world
What you need to say
is as real as your heart will ever feel
We learn from the best the
spiritual journey
here's to a healthy meal
The Newsweek more moments
to remember absolutely our best times
TheBird's eyeabsolutely so precisely
the eye for E-I-E-I let's catch up to O
Any mystery making history
Jane Eyre  
Life leads us on the "Empty
"Sad Doorway"
Make it a "Jumpy Glad on a Clear Day"
It's absolutely lovely to see forever
  Moreover, the rainbow don't worry

Make it heavenly birds
Absolutely our time is precious
have it your way
Absolute genius the
best cattle
Hot Moon lady from Venus

Don't discriminate
Just don't do it
All it is, is hate
Hate is made out of other hate
and hate only fuels more hatred
You pour gasoline on a blaze of loathing
with every discriminatory comment you make
It doesn't matter
if they have done something you believe is wrong
because you have done many things that are wrong too
it is not for you to judge
so black white brown both or polka dotted for all I care
gay les straight bi or into adhesive sloths (we adhesified furry little sloths need a little love too)
man or woman or sloth
punk emo crazy nerdy weird loser REALLY weird bookworm or literal worm sloth or adhesive sloths (like me)
nature freak or homebody
axe murderer or a cereal killer or a cheerio killer
it does not matter who or what they are
they are all human too. or all sloths. that too.
Just don't discriminate
and share the slothified love of adhesiveness
accept everyone as they are
even if they hang from trees and move in slow motion all day like me
even if they are rocks
because rocks are great
in fact this one time, I found this rock and man, it was absolutely hilarious it should have been a stand up comedian
okay well not a STAND UP comedian, because I mean... rocks can't actually stand up... but like a really hard and Sedimentary roundish stone shaped sit down (well more like lay around like a rock all day) comedian
Wait, what was I talking about?
oh right, don't discriminate!! :)
against other humans or other sloths.
or adhesive sloths.

...I'm not crazy! my mother sloth had me tested!

There still are kindly things for me to know,
Who am afraid to dream, afraid to feel-
This little chair of scrubbed and sturdy deal,
This easy book, this fire, sedate and slow.
And I shall stay with them, nor cry the woe
Of wounds across my breast that do not heal;
Nor wish that Beauty drew a duller steel,
Since I am sworn to meet her as a foe.

It may be, when the devil's own time is done,
That I shall hear the dropping of the rain
At midnight, and lie quiet in my bed;
Or stretch and straighten to the yellow sun;
Or face the turning tree, and have no pain;
So shall I learn at last my heart is dead.

This white has been beautiful.
Sometimes so much so that I would say
I have never seen anything so pristine.
The way it drifts down from the sky,
Coasting lightly down to the already snow-covered ground.
It might land upon the branch of a tree
Or possibly on a nearly covered bush.
And the way it deadens sound,
How it eliminates all the extraneous,
Adds to the aura of perfection.

But I'm ready to go home.
I have had enough.
I'm ready for all of the smog, traffic, congestion and sound,
And I'm ready for my ***** sand beaches.
Those cold, dark waters provide
Stark Contrast
To those endless slopes of the purest white.

But I am ready to go home.
I'm ready to go back where I belong.
Home.

THE TORTURING VOICES




you see my dad was watching the cricket with us

and i watched it with him, and it was very fun, you see

we saw australia being beaten by the west indies, because

they were so cool, you see, we were the cricket boys

and no robber wanted to rob us, because we were into australia’s favourite sport, cricket

you see i heard a non realistic image of my father saying

brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a man’s kid

and i was trying to relax and calmly watch the match

and my family were unrealistically teasing me, mind you they were having fun

and the words they said were different to me as it was for them

brian’s not a mans kid, don’t get kidnapped brian be like us

brian’s not a man’s kid, and watched the cricket, ya know trevor chappell doing an underarm ball

mum called cricket, anything and everything which has everything you hate

well, i don’t believe that, i was feeling like trying to be a mans kid

brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid

and i was getting these awful visions, i wanted these voices to stop

you see people in canberra were doing it too, but they looked like fierce kidnappers

and i said you can’t get me, i am a sports watcher

so i went home and obsessingly watching the cricket and AFL and rugby league, rugby union

you name the sport i watched it, and i fell asleep in front of the sport

you see i have this vision that mens kids watch the sport, mens kids watch the sport

brian’s not a mans kid, ******* ya hooligan away from us

you see, i wanted at that stage a hooligan to my dad and i had someone grab me outside a club

and i kicked him saying, get off me ya kidnapper, you won’t get ya hands on me mate

and dad was watching the cricket and enjoyed it, but i got frustrated with all that teasing

i didn’t want to be kidnap victim and i hate being my families or friends little teasie

i battle voices saying how is our little tease doing hey

but i hated when people wanted to bully me, saying your family are like us, your not

i said i like sport and they said, no you don’t, your family does, and your not like your family mate, your like us now man

i told my voices to *******, and they said, your not like your family, your like us

and this made me into a little 2 year old boy, i hated that voice

i remember i loved watching agro, which was a funny puppet on channel 7, and the mens kids said

don’t watch agro, watch cheezeTV, which was the cartoon show on the other channel

and my voices going crazy saying, you are a crazy person, who is too old for baby agro

and you are not like your family, your still like us, buddy

i screamed out, LEAVE ME ALONE, i am a sports watching mans kid

and dads image said brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid

but it could’ve been greame thrones kidnapper or patrick dunbars kidnapper

i said voices,  ‘stop', i wanted to be like my family, they said you are not like your family, your still like us

and i said, they look cool, and you guys look stupid, please leave me alone

there is also a man who wanted me and my brother tied to a pole, but we felt we weren’t immortal, but cool

i went into pubs to dance and watch the sport and i felt like a cool man

brian’s not a mans kid brian’s not a mans kid, stay in there koomarri man, get ****** mate went the little homebody kid

as i was watching the canberra bushrangers baseball team played, yeah totally awesome dude

brian’s not a mans kid, I WISH IT’LL ALL STOP

I may not be all contented
but at least I can be alone

not roasted with my skin crackling by boredom
in the presence of a long-winded nerd who's cringing over enthusiasm brings out
the mildly grey abuse of power in me.

I curl up in the dark, alone.
But I will find contentment sometime within me.

PARTY ZONE WITH DAVE BROWN




DANCERS’   YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE MY ONLY SUNSHINE

YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY

I WILL NEVER KNOW DEAR, HOW MUCH I LOVE YA

YOU CAN NEVER TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY

OH YEAH DUDES ROCK AND ROLL

GET UP ON THE DANCEFLOOR AND TOUCH YOUR IMMORTAL SOULS

YEAH, MATE YEAH, YOU’LL LIVE FOREVER

IF YOU DON’T GET A FUCKEN WHITE ****** FEATHER

YEAH YOU ARE OUR PARTY DUDE, OUR ONLY PARTY DUDE

YOU MAKE US HAPPY, FOR BEING ALIVE

YOU’LL NEVER KNOW DEAR, HOW MUCH I CAN DRINK BEER

AS I TAKE YOUR COOL KID AWAY

DAVID’  WELCOME TO PARTY ZONE AND ON TODAY’S SHOW WE HAVE BERT ROBERTS

WITH HIS NEW SONG, TITLED YOU AND ME, DREAMING TO BE FREE, IN A CABBAGE PATCH GARDEN

AND NOW HERE IS SUE, BUDDY

SUE’  THANKS AND NOW, WE HAVE GEORGE AND HIS LITTLE JINGLE

GEORGE’  PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY, I MEAN PARTY

IF YOUR WHOLE WORLD DEPENDED ON IT, YOU ****** PARTY

FIRST YOU GO INTO A NIGHTCLUB AND IF MATES DITCHED YOU, OH YEAH

JUST LOOK AT THEM AS LOSERS ANYWAY

PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY I MEAN PARTY

PARTY IN EVERY NIGHT AND ****** DAY

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW DEAR, HOW MUCH I ENJOY PARTYING

JUST AS LONG AS YOU CAN BE SAFE, OH ****** YEAH

SUE’   THANKS GEORGE AND HERE IS JUDY

JUDY’   I AM 23 AND I LOVE TO PARTY, DOWN

AND MAKE OLD MISERY GUTSES FROWN

AS THEY ARE TRYING TO BE COOL

YA SEE I HAVE ALL THE FELLAS AROUND ME

I AM HAVING A WOW OF A TIME

AND THEN SOME KIND SIR BOUGHT ME A DRINK

WHICH WAS SODA AND LIME

COME ON OLD MISERY GUTSES , GET OFF YOUR CHAIR

AND NOT JUST TO DO HOUSEWORK, NO MATE NO

YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE CLUB, OH YEAH

AND DRINK YOURSELF SILLY

FOR I AM THE YOUNG DUDE

I WANNA PARTY DOWN

AND MAKE YOU OLD MISERY GUTSES FROWN

AND THAT IS WHAT I DO TEASE THE OLD MISERY GUTS

IN THE OLD MAN SITTING TRYING TO LEFT ALONE

HE SHOULD GET A LIFE, PARTYING, IS THE LAW OF THE LAND

I KNOW BRIAN ALLAN IS YOUR PARTY MAN

AND SO ARE YOU SUE AND DAVID AS WELL

SUE’ THANKS JUDY AND NOW HERE’S PATRICK

PATRICK’  WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT

NO WE’RE AIN’T GOING TO TAKE IT

WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE

YOU SEE I HAVE THE RIGHT TO MUCK AROUND DUDE

I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO COPE WITH YOUR BULLYING DUDE

SAYING, IF YOU DON’T MUCK WITH US, YOU DON’T BELONG

I SAID, I ONLY MUCK WITH REAL PARTY DUDES

AND I GO TO THE CLUB TO EAT A LOT OF FOOD

AND DADDY SAID, YOU ARE RUDE, YA FOOL, YA FOOL

WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT

OUR RULES WE WILL ****** BREAK IT

WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE

SUE’   THANKS PATRICK AND NOW HERE’S BRIAN


BRIAN’   DON’T MESS ME UP, OR I WILL DRAG YOU DOWN

YOU WANT TO EARN MONEY, I WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU

I GOT TO UNDERSTAND THAT POOR PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE TOO

AND AS I GET ON THE DANCEFLOOR, I DO THE BOOGALOO

AND I SAID IT’LL SCATTER MY BRAIN

AND DRIVE MY MIND TOTALLY INSANE

HEAVY METAL MUSIC, IS MY FORTAE, SO STOP TRYING TO BRING ME DOWN

SUE’  THANKS BRIAN, FOR SHOWING US THE POOR MAN’S PARTY, NOW HERE IS MARTIN

MARTIN’   WHAT A NIGHT WE ARE HASVING TONIGHT

***** AND SMOKES, ACTION A PLENTY

I WILL BUY THE WHOLE CLUB A DRINK

AND THAT WILL COST ME 5 INTO 20

MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE

I WANT TO DANCE TO 100 TUNES

I WANT TO DANCE TO 100 MORE

JUST TO BEAT 199 HOMEBODY’S WHO GO TO BED AT 7 PM

THEY SAY I AM LIKE A 2 YEAR OLD, BUT JUST TO THEM THOSE OLD MISERY GUTSES WHO LOVE TO FROWN

SUE’   OK BACK TO DAVID, THANKS MARTIN

DAVID’   HERE IS BERT ROBERTS, WITH HIS NEW SONG

BERT

I AM, ONLY 23, THE DAYS HAVE SEEMED SO LONG CAN’T YA SEE

I AM ENJOYING EACH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE

YEAH I MUST GET A KICK OUTTA YA

YOU SEE MATE, I AM ONLY 23, I DESERVE ANY CHANCE TO REALLY PARTY

IF YOU CAN’T EXCEPT THAT, GO HOME AND CUDDLE YOUR PILLOW

AND READ YOUR BOOK WIND IN THE WILLOWS

I LOVE PEOPLE WHO DON’T GO TO BED, NO MATTER WHAT THEIR AGES ARE

BECAUSE GOING TO BED EARLY IS FOR WOOSEYS

YEAH ONLY WOOSEYS GO TO BED EARLY DEAR

I WAS MUGGED BY THE WICKED WITCH

CAUSE MY MATES TREATED ME LIKE A SNITCH

I HATED THAT, SO I TOOK MY REVENGE, BUT YEAH, ****** OATHE I AM THE GRINCH

I STOLE CHRISTMAS FROM THE CHRISTIANS, AND GAVE IT TO THE BUDDHISTS

CAUSE, I DID IT ONCE BEFORE, I GET A KICK FROM DOING THIS, WAY TO GO BERT, THEY SAID BACK TO ME

I AM ONLY 23, THE DAYS HAVE SEEMED SO LONG CAN’T YA SEE

I AM ENJOYING EACH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE

YEAH I MUST GET A KICK OUTTA YA

YA SEE, I HAVE HAD A HARD HARD LIFE, I DESERVE TO PARTY, AND GET INTO STRIFE WITH YOUR WIFE

AND MY MUM AND DAD, WILL SAY, YOU DON’T NEED TO PARTY, WE LIKE YA

I SAID, BUT I WANNA PARTY, I WANNA BE RICH AND FAMOUS, I WANT TO HELP THE HOMELESS, MAN

THAT’LL BE SO RADICAL DUDES, RADICAL RADICAL RADICAL DUDES

IF YA CAN’T EXCEPT ME FAMOUS, KISS MY ***

I AM ONLY 23, THE DAYS HAVE SEEMED SO LONG CAN’T YA SEE

I AM ENJOYING EACH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE

I MUST GET A KICK OUTTA YA

DAVID, THANKS BERT, AND HERE IS SUE

SUE’  THANKS DAVID, ON MORE JINGLE

BERT’   IF YA HAPPY AND YA KNOW IT, HAVE A PARTY

AND BE A BIT OF A LITTLE SMART ALEK

DON’T FORGET, WE ARE BORN TO PARTY ON AAA YOUTUBE TV

IF YA HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT HAVE A PARTY

DAVID’ WELL BERT YOUR SONG WAS SO COOL

BERT’  YEAH, MATE, I REALLY LOVE LIFE, ONLY NERDS GO TO BED EARLY

NO MATTER HOW OLD THEY ARE

SUE’   YOU REALLY MEAN THAT

BERT’ YES I DO

DAVID AND SUE TOGETHER

WAY TO GO BERT, SEE YA NEXT TIME, LET’S PARTY DUDES

this moment, here
laying with you
face buried in your neck
your arms wrapped all around me
will never
ever
be enough.
forgive me for being greedy,
but i'm a bit of a homebody
and your arms are my home;
baby if you love me
don't let go.
-a.c.b

I
   always
                hope
                           I
                               have
                                         some
                                                   inkling    
                                                                 of
                                                                      ***
                                                                             appeal.

What I say is that
I don't need friends because I'm
An introvert girl

And that's mostly true
But in all honesty, I'd
Like some companions

The full truth is that
I don't need friends who will joke
About mental health

I don't need friends who
Use "******" and "******" as
As ******* nicknames

I don't need friends who
Create drama and then say
That they hate it all

I don't need friends who
Will lie to me, and then go
Gossip about me

I don't need a circle
Of friends that gets so complex
It becomes a web

And to be honest
I've been, in the past, guilty
Of all of these things

But I don't need to
Deal with these things all the time
In a group of friends

I just want friends who
I can simultaneously
Be dumb and smart with

Friends whom I can be
Existential with, and yet
Prank other kids with

Friends whom I don't feel
The constant need to hide or
Be perfect around

Unfortunately
Those kinds of friends seem to be
In short supply here

So far I have three
And I only really see
Them three times a month

Call me a homebody
Say I'm antisocial, but
That's just how I feel

I live in an uptown house
I mean look at me of course I do.
I live a a conservative house
It shields me from coming storm
I live in an empty house
On a street without a living person
I live in a smart house
Maybe to smart because it drags me under
The bars on the window shield me from the open world
The locks on the door keep the fear from reaching my heart in my own home
The lights on the ceiling keep me from going blind.
The clock on the wall has me always checking the time
The tv blares so I can forget the sins of distant past.
The walls are wide but close inside as I look up at it all.
The paint looks white with a yellow tint so you see the new clash with old
I long to walk out of the house but never build the courage too
I long to leave but never really know just what to do.
I could take a car to another world outside this beautifully wicked place
Or remain complacent and live in stasis where I never can escape
Welcome home the Mat says as if to tell me I should never leave.
Goodbye the world says as I walk in to my horrible reprieve
Yes indeed a prisoner to my own home and routine
But I guess that's how life is when you live on  desolation street.

the first thing people would say upon our engagement is show me the ring like some bling is an ode of your love to me. i am not a homemaker i am a homebody. i excel in colombian coffee and monday night pub specials and cheap wine with expensive labels. i excel at being one of the guys and by being one of the guys i mean not being your wife. i filled the crevices you scraped in me like some kind of sculptor smoothing over past mistakes like being your wife was some kind of placebo pill i can sweat out with half-empty pizza boxes and grease stains on a couch that was never mine. when i first tell people about us about what i've done they say
but you two fit so well
but i liked you together
but you were going to get married
but but but
but they don't see your knuckles almost shaking hands with my jawline or the time i stared at you deadpan i'm not scared of you and i think that's what scared you that i'm no battered wife that i'll take you all bleed you dry then smile from the corner.
i am no battered wife like the woman who raised you
whose christmas-gifted blanket i'm currently curled under but whose 4 a.m. whispered words i cherish more he can't make you forget what you felt like your lies would forge me into the bat **** crazy ***** you christened me but what i felt in your *****-stained breath amaretto-sweet words ice-diluted eyes was i am no battered wife
i am no laying next to you in bed at 30 with kids i couldn't convince myself to want and bruises that fit your fingers on my ribs. i'll take my tuesday tequila and too-loud laughs, my scrounging for quarters for just one more cup of coffee over your stability smirks.

You gave me more than I could ask
nurtured my physical form
an ultimate satisfaction
then fixated your all to my statue

It hurt when I walked away from you
My soul was dying and decaying
setting sadness for the man you became
a homebody with no life and adventure

You gave me your time and energy
when all I wanted is to see you fly
spread your wing and soar in skies above
I smile inside for who you have become

Unfixed but with a zest and passion
Take the skates and roll on the world
Flyboard on the open seas and oceans
sky dive and let the air fill your being

My pain of your suffering has vanished
It's furnished by the life you embrace
the fearless true gentleman in you  
Life is for the free baby, live in the openness

Here's the thing hate and prejudice,
are both learned behaviors.

I don't believe we were ever birthed,
that way -not from our inception,
from whatever God you pray,
or what you believe in,
because that is-
you doing you
an well I really gotta wonder who
just who am I to say,
what the hell is just so right anyway?

And what about all those religions,
that all say we turn into angels?

We already are then no?
On the inside?

An maybe we don't have the wings to fly,
or maybe we got too much pride,

Whatever the case is,
but when you're walking down the street and another soul is kind and good
they will smile at your spirit,
and you will smile back-
knowing that
you are the same.

There is always that forced smile with the cashier who has a grimace and you know it's just because she's having a bad day,
I smile at her and,
I do it anyway.

And I also believe that I can recognize a bad soul one who is a part of the lost people.

So very..... sad to me.

Sentient souls sing in churches,
but they sing outside of them too.
If we open our hearts we can see.

We learned hatred as a need because of survival in dark times.

So what makes someone wise in old age?
Awareness and in the ability to harness it.

Because anyone has been super aware can feel that it's overwhelming.
I was never aware,
-enough -
and then it all came and -
struck like a hammer.

And I should know a lot about building
and hammers -
as my father was a carpenter.

An wasn't Jesus so?

Even if you don't buy into religion,
there is many valuable things
in his teaching to know.

Many compassionate words
to encourage,
however,
in my point of view,
to open to subjective opinions.

Anything with that confusing,
of translation-
  to me anyway is open
for too much interpretation.

I know personally,
when I have read passages in the Bible,
  it's like poetry-
everyone takes something
different away, no?

I am my own church
and I share it with my family,
an we all are our own Gods in our hearts.

My father was Native American mostly.

Grew up in Vermont all his life-
he was raised dirt poor and came up
from nothing.

His father was sort of worthless-
you might say not a bad person
he just didn't like to work and was pretty abusive. I saw him soften as a grandfather but never really turn into the beautiful soul he could have been. He stayed locked in that hatred in a death dance. I hope his spirit is free now that he has found forgiveness for his life.

My father grew us up different he did not ever abuse his children he worked all his life as a carpenter. Refinished three houses in all his years for us they were all very beautiful. Sometimes working for others and sometimes himself- sometimes the foreman sometimes the boss. He worked 14 hours if he had to including a 2 hour drive. They were very rarely sick days because he didn't get paid for them and even a few occasions he worked out of state and came back and forth on the weekends, anything to keep his family's table full of love.

We shared what we had with so many people- a woman who had M.S. -my uncle who had heart surgery- my brother's girlfriend who became my foster sister -
an Italian exchange student- my friends, neighbors, relatives and strangers
my father well, he knew the dangers
the list goes on too,
there was always always food for everyone.

He endured much prejudice in his own life mostly as a youth, yet again in the Army
but poor hearts are strong though.
Father was a homebody an kind of,
a loner in a way like me I know sometimes I can feel completely alone in a room full of people nothing worse than feeling completely misunderstood as I imagine he did too. I miss him more every single day now that I realize this.

He was a wonderful soul with a fierce spirit there was nothing that he wouldn't try to fix for you whether it was your truck, or your... heart. ❤

I believe I was always a good, decent, intelligent kind person. However I was still kind of lost in my own selfish instinct. Almost everything we do is born out of selfishness the acceptance of that reality is what makes it easier to be happy and contented even in the worst of circumstances . When I cook for others I to cook for myself and I take a great deal of pride in it. I also give it all my heart and hand it to every bit of my brain.

So to me maybe it's not for every boy there's a girl- maybe...just for some.
Maybe when we choose to come here,
when we get into a certain body it just doesn't feel right, maybe we're just not attracted to the people they say we should be. Maybe there's a lot more gay and bisexual people in what we realize- seeing how again, being strictly heterosexual in my opinion is another learned behavior. One that eventually has caused some people to end their life because of the torture they endure I wonder how it feels,
to think you need a "cure"?

Two species were created - however that happened -as a male and female,
are we so sure -certain,
that we're attracted
to the only opposite *** ?
My father taught me anyone who is so certain is dangerous.
Maybe souls just recognize their counterpart in another

Yes perhaps we see with our hearts,
the beautiful soul and kindred spirit behind their mysterious and familiar eyes
we see the beauty deep inside,
finally relieved- we can recognize
that life...is OURS to live.

Ma Cherie © 2017

people pleaser
sugar addict
adventure seeker
nature freak
homebody in training
trying to find inner happiness

because depending on others for happiness is bs

currently lost in life
no place to go
nothing to do

trying to make everyone else happy
yet internally [depressed]

not worthless
simply out of place, a mismatched outfit

If the road was a woman
he'd settle down and marry

So I've been a little hermit lately. Kind of a homebody. Sociophobic.
I have been missing you so much.
I remember we used to be attached at the hip, the soul. Our faces on underpasses.
We had all we could do. It was only you.

Now you act almost like we're different. You act like we just passed each other by.

My acquaintance.
I remember how you smell. Exactly how you smell.
I can never look at a person who shares your name and think of them
"The Usual Way,"
How I Am Supposed To Look At Them.
How I Am Supposed To Look At You.

You don't understand my anguish anymore, do you?
I guess not, but I forgive you. Your life is big, too.
But avoiding the truth won't make it untrue.
We may be young but we've both lost our youth.
This trend is not old, this love is not new.

I miss you. I hate to repeat myself, but...
I really do.

Do you still think of me, too?
I hope so.

Because these signals will never go out.
Those Everlasting moments
Memorized always.

I'm just a homebody I like to stay to  myself  away from everybody some call me lame some call me boring but I don't care I don't bother to counter there attacks im above that keep insulting me I love that keep doubting me I love.that  I'm no big Sean but watch me bounce back  now sit back and  watch the biggest comeback since the warriors came back from 3-1 to be honest  I'm not a finished product but trust me when I say I'm worth the wait I lost myself trying to help somebody find themselves in the process of that I became a stranger to my own reflection I hope y'all get the message be yourself love yourself don't try to be something you not but then again what do I know I'm just a homebody I like to stay to myself away from everybody some call me lame some call me boring but that won't stop me from being who I am

Nobody's homebody, he melts on the road
like a Popsicle dropped
sick with sores in his throat.


Finds some lost leather proverbs
asleep in the mud
where my empty head had left 'em
'couple pulses short of blood,
nearly choked on the truth
with wooden ears and swollen tongue.


Not a pinch of relief
for dusty rubber teeth;
make a mind hate it's grainy brain
half-baked with sleep,
while the other half lay caked with wasted belief.

I feel like a homebody,
I feel homesick, and my home is your body,
I can't find my way through your cracks, only feel alive when I feel scratches on my back, stuck in an empty lover's bed sheets, only feel lonely when I'm not laying next to a warm body, mind muddy, cloudy hellish sense of relevance only when I'm being kissed on the neck, now tell me, where can I find any ******* sense

In my head everywhere in every bed I lay in, I'm a misfit, just wanna be missed,
Happiness is fake and love is like the internet

Click, click, error 404, cannot find page, deep breath, refresh, error 404,
4:04pm, alone again, thinking about skipping dinner to think about you again,
4:04am, alone again, thinking about skipping sleep to watch the sunrise because heaven knows it's the only warmth this body still knows how to feel,
4:04 someone, somewhere,
404 empty bottles,
404 long car rides lighting up the highway with either a lighter or headlights,
I gotta ****** go,
I gotta run away as far as possible,
I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still

I have grown to actively avoid absolutely everything,
Don't look at me,
Don't talk to me,
The only words I know how to listen to are **** and hate,
I've given away everything, even the smile on my face,
Gifted pieces of my heart with ribbons and flowers and tried to cover the holes with duct tape,
I've tried everything besides personal space because I'm scared of being alone for too long and I don't wanna look at myself in the face

I feel homesick, and my home is your body,
I don't wanna do this anymore, I don't wanna do this anymore,
You're not my home anymore,
But I don't know how to run away from you

Click, click, error 404, cannot find page,
Deep breath, refresh, error, ****-

My homepage is always frozen

Amber was an atheist,
she thought the world was dumb as hell.
Britney was a botanist,
who had a fertilizer smell.
Candice was a coroner,
a scary passion for the stiffs.
Diana was a drummer chick,
that knew a few guitar riffs.

Evelyn was evil, man,
all leather suits and chains and whips.
Farrah was a therapist,
got in my brain with swinging hips.
Greta was a gunslinger,
she'd give most anything a shot.
Hannah was a homebody-
shy as hell, but twice as hot.

Iris was an Ivy Leaguer,
thought I was a total fool.
Janice was a juggler,
who liked to play with power tools.
Kimmy taught karate,
who dated me just for the kicks.
Louise was a lyricist,
who wrote about how guys were *****.

Marilyn was mostly mean,
she liked to fight and then make up.
Nancy was so negative,
I had no choice but to break up.
Opal was an occultist,
who liked to gossip with the dead.
Paula was a *******,
that made me pay to come to bed.

Queenie was inquisitive,
the questions were too much to bear.
Rosie was a recluse
who never shaved or brushed her hair.
Sidney was a sinful sort,
with toys and gadgets 'neath the bed.
Tina was a twisted chick,
with thirteen voices in her head.

Ursula was uber-cool,
always on the latest trends.
Vicky was on Vicodin,
and we all know how that one ends.
Wanda was a wanderer,
that left to join a circus troupe.
Xena the exhibitionist
liked to do it on the stoop.

Yolanda was young and fine,
and nearly cost me everything.
Zoey was a Zombie fan,
she got hot when he would sing.
I'd like to say I've settled down,
but since the alphabet is done,
I'm gonna met an Ann or Anita,
and give it all another run.

Everybody is nobody
To somebody
A homebody
Aged female
Children gone
Wrinkled skin
Brown eyes
Rotten teeth
Holds tightly
To old memories
As they slip like mercury
Between her fingers
To be forgotten

Tired old veteran
****** back
Body sore
From the last fall
Hurts to breath
But at least
He is still alive
Holding down
The old folks town

The sidewalk ***
Hungry and lonely
Looking for nothing
Affection forgotten
Joys lost to the
Ravages of time

Little boy bruised
Abused
Miss-used
By angry adults
Tormented by other teens
Hazel eyes hold no light
Only finds hope in
Razor blade delights

The middle aged sage poet
Stumbling through life
Half awake
But more alert then others
Wrinkles of pain
Under his eyes
Those bags are full
And sag so deep
That they burn

Not movie stars
Or pop divas
Nobodies
Forgotten remembered
And lost again
Fragile beauty
Breaking with time
People who I claim
As mine
My brotherhood
We are all beautiful nobodies

The
camera
on
me_
Modern Crimes to be
Or you forgot
Set the mood
Or set the stage
My home
Two lovers oversee

Distant
lover
home
My
head
met his sunset
The love reset

Don't hock
my best
China
South Carolina
cultured
Pearl
Ever finer
24 karat
Gold one-sided
Movie blinded

Pick
up the ((Ring))
Molly
Ringwald
Artist
Telemarketers
They cannot act
Like Bald eagles
The Bee Gees
Staying alive
Baby boomers

Place me set me
Marathon
runnersFree me
Bride and Dog Groomer
Barking
abilities

"Beverly Hill of Billies"
Five
willow
tree's
With
anyone
else
But for me?

"Whimpering *******"

To dream on
Singer Arrow=Smith

How much
he could
have
loved you yeah?

Mans best movie
and dog bark ee-me
Woof La femme bakery

Movie slavery
Not one ounce
of your undivided
attention

That bad movie

Webbed into a mesh
Monochrome
Flesh to flesh

*** Chromosome

Get me geared up
So willing movie set
His way
no way out
So pay up
"Coffee Creed"
movie cut
my lip

Harvest
pumpkin-head
We
mapped
his
Pitt bulls
long
tongue
In her
******* Jacks
Cheerleaders
Well packed
Honey Comb
Movie on the limb

Pocket comb
She left her heart
Movie set
tombstone
Hands
came out
Bella Italian gravy
That
((Hotshot))
graved me
Honey engraved
Bunches
of scary wits
Bunches of Honey
Oats
No redemption

College drunk dorm
Mega babes 3d glasses
Griswall honeymoon
vacation
light my Fire Morrison
Burned me house

A-D
Dump her
disorder
One  pill
makes
your  
movie
Eyes
stone
killer
Screen
LARGER_

Purple hazed me
underestimated
how to  
raise Movie  family

Do what
the
Romans
do drink
***** off
Sweet
Cherry
wine

Roaming hands
Not a valentine
Poem set
She-devil
Styrophome
I Smartphone
Apple-Computer
Made-man dumber

But no one listens!!
Maybe $$$ pants
I need to fasten

The robot
Alexa
Strike
Lotto lucky
Charge him
On his Visa

Next
door girl
Actress Mona
Homebody
His Bodyguard
Is home
Watching?
Diggity Dogs
barking up
Funeral home
Rock and
Roll hall of fame
Cleveland
playing a
game
dead
dying

Count to five trying
Only five fingers left
What happened in
the movie
set?

I just want five hundred grand
Is that too much for me to ask?
It is a lot. Probably too much.
But I am prepared for the task
Of spending that much dough.
I have it completely planned out.
I know where every dollar goes.
It’s all over but the last shout.

Right away, I want a house
And a decent one here on Kauai.
I also want a brand new truck
For my husband to drive and try.
I also have a few trips to plan
Like floating down the Rhine
And then up by train to Denali
That would suit us both just fine.

That ought to do it, I believe;
A secure home all paid for
And decent new cars for us
And a world out there to explore.
That should spend that money
And have a bit of change left over.
Satisfying the homebody I am
And the man I married is a rover.

I am very willing to write a book
And have it sell a million copies.
I have several started and am sure
They would each be a hit in shoppes.
There can be about eight books
Carefully edited by me, for sure
Those alone should make my rep.
That would be my poverty cure.

i will admit
i am not the type of girl
to go to a bar and sit in a cloud of smoke
and listen to music purely because it is live
and i apologize if that is what you were expecting of me
but that is just not me
i am the type of girl
to go to old hidden bookshops and inhale the scent of literature
i am the type of girl
to sit on my bed at 4 am and talk about all the thoughts to a friend
i am the type of girl
who is more interested in sitting around a bonfire than going to a mall
i am sorry to any human expecting anything more or less of me
but i am not like that, it's just not me
i am a homebody, i am an lover of the arts, i am an introvert
i am a lot of things, but i am not a loud and extroverted human
i love my comfortable home and my few friends
now you are aware of my awkwardness and inability to be uncomfortable
i refuse to do something i don't want to
i am not going to do something purely because of the view of others
i am me, i am not going to change
and you are you, and you shouldn't have to change to get along with me
i apologize for expecting that of me, but then again
i am not going to apologize for being me

'Souvenir' comes from the french word meaning remembrance. It is an almost universal behavior to collect tiny mementos while traveling, some tangible object that holds all of the intangible memories and joy that came with the moment. Souvenirs are a quite lovely sentiment when you really think about it - before the plastic and mass-production and tourism industry come into the picture. In Japan, souvenirs are called omiyage, which travelers bring back home to loved ones and friends as a sort of apology for their absence, a way of saying "sorry you couldn't make it" or "wish you were here."
Today, the top ten most popular souvenirs are ornaments, t-shirts, postcards, shot glasses, tattoos, sand in a bottle, fridge magnets, tea towels, key rings, and random gifts. My mother has chosen to cherish the seventh most popular form of souvenir: fridge magnets. Manmade refrigerator magnets were popularized in the 1960's for educational and functional purposes but very quickly evolved into fun and inexpensive decor. She has so many state shaped magnets from all around the US, and a few from outside of it.
The thing with my mother though, is that she has always been a self-proclaimed homebody. I sometimes worry that she has agoraphobia but I think most of it is just that she never really had the opportunity to explore the world outside of the dead end street she grew up on (and still lives on to this day). She was raised by her grandfather who was a merchant marine and traveled often during her childhood, but she married and had kids at a young age and never really had the time or money to go on her own adventures. She was a stay-at-home mom to my four siblings and I, as well as to all of the neighborhood kids. Her door and arms and ears were always open for them. Now those neighborhood kids are all grown and so am I and they're off having their own kids and I'm off having my own adventures, but we all make a point to bring her back a magnet from the places we visit.

The wide variety of magnets you can find in a single gift shop in every city surprised me at first. There is now an art to choosing the perfect one for my mom - I went to four different shops in Portland, Oregon trying to find the perfect one. I never found the perfect one but still, that's dedication. I stray away from the boring traditional ones with the state name and shape (although this type is one of the less creative neighborhood kids go-to) and try to find ones that will make her laugh or show her some of the culture or sights from the city instead.
A green-eyed squirrel from North Carolina, a candy skull from Cancun, the mysterious Bigfoot from Washington, a sailboat from Maryland, a front porch with a lamppost from Puerto Rico, manatees from Central Florida, and entirely too many Los Angeles cityscapes and Smoky Mountain bottle openers adorn the kitchen. So many, in fact, that she ran out of room on the refrigerator and had my dad mount a magnetic board in the kitchen hallway to fit them all.

I know it makes her happy to see all of her children having these experiences and seeing the world but most of the time it just makes me sad that she couldn't be there with me. I hate to think that she ever looks at them and feels like she's missed out on too much or that we held her back in any way, though I know she would never admit that. We bring her souvenirs so she can live vicariously through us, so that she can cherish our memories in place of her own. Even now that I've moved away, I mail her magnets from Florida as an apology for my absence.  
I rate them three out of five stars.

Homebody for
five days a week: staying up
til late killing time.
P a r t y !
on Friday and drinks
and chips on Saturday.
Shower and
mo(a/r)ning *** with kinks
on Sunday. ****, I have
to wake up early mañana.

Because I was a real homebody when I was young and I was a bit shy as well, I used to get teased by my peers, people used to lock me in rooms and ask me for money every single day, I got sick of it, you see I was going to the mall in the early 90s and people treated me like a walking ATM and I didn’t have the heart to say no despite being poor myself and I began to muck around and I went into civic to play the video games at happy days and then people used to frown at me, I didn’t like that, like, why frown at me, I love life I believe in being nice to everyone but I did tease a few people myself and they might have been saying trying to be a kid are you, trying to be a kid are you, sure mate
I wanted to be left alone because I thought I met the perfect friend who allowed me to try and be like others but he would prefer me to just be myself, I tried to be a cool boy going from the mall into civic and Woden and Tuggeranong but all I was talking about was tv shows I watched last night or music that I liked and I acted a bit silly, boy was I very silly and then when people were laughing and having a good time I came around and thought to myself
I want to have a good time, I love life, but they just laughed at me and the kids just frowned at me saying trying to be a kid are you and then a few kids ganged up on me and started teasing me, I hated it but I tried to be cool for them for my mate Patrick but they were teasing me to treat me like a shy person walking through the mall and then the young men then had a go at teasing me, but it wasn’t Patrick, so I started to try and be like him but they started to tease me as I left the mall and they came in the mall and as they teased me I got carried away and teased him back but I was too silly to go home and every time I saw Patrick in the mall I looked at him in saying people are teasing me, please be a good friend and stop them, they are treating me like a shy person and as I ate mcdonalds I felt like a little baby young dude and then I went around the mall teasing all the men and the kids and the young dudes were frowning at me saying ******* Turk so we can get on with our lives but learning what pat and dad taught me, I said you can’t make Brian Allan ******* but this made the kids tease me even more by frowning at me and asking for money and smokes it drove me crazy and some of the young dudes would call me Woosey as they banged the tapes on their heads, and they kept doing it, I was looking up to Patrick saying, I am not a woosey hey pat and every time I sat with them, they ate McDonald’s and the smell nearly made me sick, well it sort of made me sick and I went around thinking this was bad, but if they can tease me, I will make other people to scared to be seen here but now I feel awful because I stooped down to their level, which is something my dad had told me not to do and people were getting cranky at me in the club when I thought they were my mates, you see I just wanted to be normal average man who loved life and partied in every club, and I got totally wasted and I got kicked out of town centre tavern (now the basement) and I nearly got kicked out of the mall for fighting but I tried to be cool after this bloke yelled at me and then punched me, I left but I came back to the mall 2 days later because I was being an adult enjoying the mall’s atmosphere and I suddenly saw the mall was changing, no more fighting the party dude which was me and kids were cooler than those kids who teased me back then and now I feel safe and I am on medication so I don’t try and be like my peers
And I vomited on McDonald’s which turned me off it for life
I still party like crazy but I try and use my medication right to ignore teasing in the future so the adults don’t get sick of me

Microwave popcorn,
Buttered. Friday Night Netflix.
Alone to download.