The Question

and they say night is meant for the things that go bump

and the things that scare and horrify,

but i like the night and the dark and the things that go bump

so I pray tell which am I?

Definitely Worth a Second or Third Read

POWER OF PUSSY

by Sandy Patsy

I have been promising a review for the last few weeks and here it is.
"When I first picked up this book, I was a bit skepical. Most of the books I read are at least a few hundred pages, but I promised to read it so open it, I did. What I found was the craziest and funniest story I have ever read. Though most men wouldn't find it as amusing as us women, the advice and knowledge Sandy passes on to us makes us nod our heads in agreement or just huff and say 'yup, that is definitely the honest to God truth.' By the end, I was agreeing that sometimes the black widow and the preying mantis have it right. The sex is definitely good, but afterwards, you just want to bite off their heads.'I would recommend this book to anyone with a sense of humor and, well, a pussy. LOL!!"

Open Me Up

open me up

Spill my blood

Remind me that I hurt

Open me up

Find my heart

Throw it to the floor

Open me up

Read the book

Find what needs to be found

Open me up

judge my soul

Tear through my inner being

Open me up

each cut deep

Remove the mask I bear

Open me up

look and see

for herein lies....Me.

My Morning Mistress

Morning mistress awake me
with your sweet serenity
Hues of brown and tan I see
Playing with my sanity
Sleep you seem to stir away
As I prepare for this day
Breathing your perfume I know
Reminds me that soon you'll go
So right now spend with me
My morning mistress I call coffee.

Happy St Paddy's Day

Hope it is as lucky as it can be!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!

Plastic

By R.P. Blotzer


“I hate you, I hate, despise, and loathe you
And I want to tear, rip and shred you from the inside out
You are weak, emotional, needy,
Far too demanding for this one soul to bear.
You use me and abuse the very core
Of my pathetic being
Making me forget what being human is.
Your slogan is love, but you forget
It is I you are to love first. Hasn’t life
At least taught you that?
Maybe I am not perfect,
A bit far from the cover of some
Fashion magazine,
Trading beauty and popularity
Where a personality matters most.
Maybe my way is not
Like what others tend to do,
Saying and doing things untrue
Pretending to be something they’re not
But I am different, a fact you use
To believe, too.
Where truth was a banner
We held together and
Beauty was still skin deep.
Maybe my social skills lack the muster of
Those so-called friends you entertain,
With their plastic ways and mixed up lies
Served with smiles so fake and kindness
That will be required to pay back in time.
But I am one of a kind and that will
Never change.
Call me old fashioned, a dying breed
Of a dying way, where
Honor and generosity still meant
What they were suppose to.
You see, I hate, despise and loathe you,
That may be true,
But I am also required to love you