Wednesday, September 30, 2009


You stoke the fire
Twisting like into desire
Kissing circles round my heart
My mask falls apart

Your wicked, wicked tongue
Has me coming undone

I quiver
I shiver
I crumble
As we tumble

You’re a dirty, dirty man
Threatening to do it again

Spread me wide
And climb inside
No secrets will I hide
As we ride the ebbing tide

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


The Fantasy

I see your face when I close my eyes
The things you make me fantasize...
The sweetness of your kiss
A discovery I don’t wanna miss

Such a heady spell
Too many things to tell
Flickering emotions in the night
Flickering shadows in candle light

It’s a crazy lust-like-love affair
Neither here, nor there
But somewhere lost between
Babe, you know what I mean?

And yet, I’d meet up anywhere
As long as you are there
It’s such a wild thing
Stitched together by a dream…

Monday, September 28, 2009

Spamming My Blog, lol.

Ah Fitzcairn, how I heart thee...

And the Goblin King...

Just felt like hearing this

Love Johnny Denver, but like this version better, sacrilege, I know...

This one just rocks.

Have a great day y'all!

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Suddenly Free

When did I become the girl
With a goofy grin?

When did I lay down my sword
Bury my angst?

Pain, my old friend
Has forsaken me

And become a blur
Behind my eyes

When did I begin to feel
Such ecstasy?

Such delights
So foreign to me

I’ll take the simple things
And hold them tight

Your hand in mine
A gentle breeze

When did I become
So suddenly free?

Friday, September 25, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


I wanna kiss the cleft in your chin
Stroke your chest until you grin
I wanna nuzzle your neck
And tickle you with little pecks

Run my hands over your smooth skin
Inhale your cologne again and again

But you’re too far away
The trip’s more than a day
So I’m left with daydreams
Of kisses and sunbeams

And touching your secret things
Watching the pleasure it brings

Wish you were here, Hon
Drinking coffee in the morning sun
Holding my hand in yours
Bending me on all fours

Maybe one day soon
You’ll be in my room

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


I tried to pin a butterfly
I jammed the needle in
And plucked its wings

I watched its fuzzy face fall
To say I felt remorse
Would be ridiculous

I tried to tame a tiger
Locked him in his cage
And poked him with a stick

I watched his furry face fall
And cried all night
When he lost his growl

I tried to charm a snake
I coiled him in a basket
And played my siren’s tune

I watched his scaly face fall
As he swayed without a thought
And mourned the loss of his free will

I tried to make you mine, love
I wrapped you up in sugared kisses
And pulled you down so deep in me

I watched your darling face fall
As you saw the truth of me
I mourn your absence most of all

***An old poem about an old boyfriend. This is a, "I don't know what to post" post, lol.

Eskimo Kiss

I’ll ply you with wine
And tickle your mind
I’ll woo you with candy
Until you feel randy

I’ll sing you to sleep
And lick you awake
I’ll promise you everything
And lies never make

I’ll read you some poetry
While naked and clean
I’ll sniff every inch
Of your 5’11” frame

I’ll tell you a riddle
Then quietly giggle
I’ll laugh and I’ll cry
Not always knowing why

I’ll touch you and tease you
Do my best just to please you
And teach you to dance
Under ominous skies

And just when you think
My smile you have missed
I’ll bring you to the brink
With an Eskimo kiss

Monday, September 21, 2009

Love Songs...Hehehehe

Saved the BEST for last. Van Morrison (and Dylan). What is with me and Irishmen? Lmao!

Moonlit Kisses

Moonlit kisses
Sunrise hugs
Good morning laughter

Just a fairy dream

All day courtship
Best of friends
Intense lovers

A gossamer thing

A stroke of luck
A twist of fate
A moment’s gift

Dark and light blending into right

A flick of tongue
An easy smile
A slow dance

My heart ticks the time

Skin to skin
Scent to scent
Breath to breath

And love all around

Just a golden fantasy
A longing—deep
In moonlit kisses—steeped

Friday, September 18, 2009

Through The Silence

Little girl runs and plays
Sing-song melodies
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere

Precious child, free
Innocence lost
At barely three
A tragedy

Little girl dies
Gives way to something worse
A broken girl
A fragile, angry thing

Too much pain to bear
Too alone to feel the sun
Too lost to find her voice
Just a broken empty thing

Finding lust in a teenage boy
Finding warmth in a player’s smile
Broken heart and bloody tears
Just a shell, nothing more

Zombie girl, start walking
Learn to laugh, to play for the masses
Beautiful fraud
Scared liar

Sing into the silence
Paint your joker’s smile
Twirl in cascades of blackened roses

Bride of death
Bitch of hate
Put down the blade
It’s not worth dying for

Stumble forward little broken girl
Trudge through the silence
Kiss the darkness
Turn away from all you know

Fall before your God
Unworthy sinner
Fall and plead and cry
May mercy save you

Pick up the pieces of the dream
The long forgotten one
It’s been a journey, darling
Sweet girl with the broken smile

A long walk through the stillness
The echoing tattoo of your heart
Burning in your mother’s breast
Rock the baby boy

That’s what mothers do
Sing to chase away the demons
Keep him safe and strong
Hold back the baying hounds of hell

Someday the nightmares will cease
Smile through the tears
Tweak his perfect nose
Smile through the silence

Stupid woman
Standing on the ledge
Come back and play your part
Be the mother

Be the saint, the sinner, the whore
What was the dream again?
Was it death or something more?
The silence calls, old friend

So easy to laugh and fawn
No one sees the dead eyes
So easy to fool them all
When no one looks too closely

In the wee hours…
Dance with outstretched arms
Tilt your face to the moon

Twirl and spin
Echoes of the child within
Leap and soar
Knowing you could have been more

Smile with peace
As loneliness sets in
Truth of day
Burns beneath the sun

Curtsy and bid him adieu
The boy was never meant for you
Mistakes uneasily righted
Wrongs twisting thorns in your side

Kiss your babies goodnight
Push away the truth of failure
The decisions made by another girl
A girl no longer part of you

Take a deep breath and push away the fear
Walk through the silence
Past the shadows of yesteryear
Toward the sun shining bright

Embrace the woman yet to come
The woman you have fought to be
And smile, all the way to your eyes
Smile, all the way to your soul

Just smile
Not walking through the silence anymore
Just smile
And listen to the music all around you


*** My apologies for the insanely long poem, but at least it isn't about Anton. Or is it? Lol. ;)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

My Favorite Toy

Just when you think
It’s safe for me to meet your Mum
I give you a wink
And you’re coming undone

I’m not the girl who smiles with lies
Not the one with character, lacked
But look in my eyes
And you’ll see my halo is cracked

I love to tease and taunt
Play a game or three
Laugh and kiss, I’m want
Won’t you come play with me?

Don’t put me in a pretty dress
Don’t like to wear hats
I’m apt to make a mess
Think you’re okay with that?

I’m just a girl
A silly little girl
And you’re just a boy
My favorite toy

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A Touch of Kink

Lipstick kisses on your head
Lipstick kisses everywhere
Crawling up you in our bed
Scrape my nails here and there

It’s just a silly little game
A little game


Drizzle honey
And lick and lick some more
Tickle, Honey?
Just what you asked for

It’s just a silly little game
A little game


Straddle your hips
Smile so slow
Taste your lips
Moving low…

It’s just a silly little game
A little game


Snap my garter
Caress my calves
So glad you barter
For kinky tongue laves

It’s just a silly little game
A little game


Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Soft breath upon my neck
Hands roughly grasping
Trembling wreck
Guttural rasping

You slip and slide
I smile wide

Twinkle in your eye
Focused objective
Unable to deny
Your master directive

Pull my hair
Touch me there

*** So I'm probably never writing another bitter poem again. I sit down and think, okay, let's write something completely depressing, but this shit comes instead. No stories, no essays, just this crap.

I hope everybody likes soppy, gooey love poems and smut.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Gushy Crap...I've Lost My Edge :(

I wanna be your woman
And hold you close

Run my hands along your body
Rest your head on my chest

Take your pain and steal it away
Sheath yourself in me

I wanna be your clown
Trace the lines around your mouth

Make you laugh and reach for me
A game of hide and seek

I wanna be your friend
Keep your secrets safe in me

Share your woes, your joys
Wrap you in warmth

And offer you sleep.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Henry Rollins On Dating

Because I've developed an infatuation with muscle bound short haired(to bald)men I decided to post this freaking hilarious clip. Enjoy. ;)

Friday, September 11, 2009


There’s a phantom in my head
A lover beckoning to bed

I arch and squirm
No better than a worm

I wiggle
And giggle

Tantalizing at every turn

Twisted sheets
Imagined treats

Delight upon my skin
Digging deep within

He calls when I’m asleep
Wicked, wicked thief

Stealing thoughts, stealing hearts

I'm burning, frantic inside
Basking in this crazy ride

He never misses a beat
He’s got me falling at his feet.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


This insane attraction
A bizarre seduction

An intrusion
A contusion

In my world

A heady addiction
Adrift with no instruction

Blurs my thoughts

This insane attraction
A bizarre seduction

Leaving marks across my heart

Musc Break

"No you boys never care
Oh no you boys'll never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels..."

Chocolate For Anton

Philly's 3-Step Chocolate Lover's Cheesecake

2 pkgs 8 oz cream cheese
1/2 c. of sugar
1/2 tsp of vanilla extract
2 eggs
4 squares of semi sweet chocolate, melted
1 ready to use chocolate cookie crust


1. Mix cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla at medium speed with an electric mixer until well blended. Add eggs; mix until blended then add melted chocolate.

2. Pour into crust.

3. Bake in preheated oven at 350 degrees for 40 minutes or until almost set. Refrigerate 3 hours or overnight. Top with your favorite fruit.

*No clue what these measurements and oven temp translate to for the UK. But it's a simple recipe, figured it had to be or else you'd burn your place down, lol. Recipe came from "Best Recipes Chocolate Lovers' Desserts."

Enjoy, Brat. ;p

Monday, September 7, 2009

Revisiting High School Days, lol

What was in your cd player, Walkman, stereo, or dare I say it, 8 track, when you were in high school? Lol. Here's a small slice of my playlist, circa 1992-1996. I already posted Danzig, he figured heavily, but there was also:

Blind Mellon No Rain Shannon Hoon RIP.

Blondie Rapture Madonna eat your heart out.

Great song, stupid video:

Fiona Apple Criminal

Love-love-love Ozzmosis:

The Garden is an amazing album, so many good songs.

Leaving off tons of great artists: Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Metallica, Nirvanna, Panterra, The Violent Femmes, Van Morrison, etc. What can I say? I was a strange teenager, lol.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Hottest Rocker Ever: Glenn Danzig

This is as country as I go:

My Favorite Danzig Song:

My apologies if you don't like Danzig--he's not for everybody, lol. ;)

It's Two in the Morning

Poets have lost their words
And become the empty voices inside my head
Tears streak and fall
Laughter echoes like exploding lead

The meaning fades
Darkness descends
Such a useless thing – love
A broken twisted thing

I slip and falter
Crushed beneath the pain
I kick and scream
Petulant child – refrain

Flowers never given, never received
Songs flow in waves away from me
Promises splintered, deceived
Your face blurs with whiskey

To think I was on my knees
A bitter taste
Go then – flee
Pathetic waste

Saturday, September 5, 2009


It was just a kiss
Just a brush of lips over lips
A brief flick of tongue

A stroke lingering
A touch beckoning
Nothing more

It was just a kiss
Your hands on my body
A moan deep in my throat

Aching for more
It was just a kiss
Deliciously addictive

Hips strain against jeans
A cruel barrier to shed
Delve deep into my open mouth

A low hum in my veins
Arousal and need
I never meant to go this far

It was just a kiss
Hands searching
Memorizing the texture of flesh

Rub my breasts against you
Bid you to lay down your head
Wrap my arms around your big body

Arch like a cat and burn for you
It was just a kiss
I never meant to crawl inside your skin

I never meant to see the truth within
Open a window to your mind
Part my thighs and welcome you inside

I never meant—
It was just a kiss
Just a—

*Because everyone needs a bit of smut. ;p

Fiona Apple

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Quickie

She was a pretty little thing
A lovely who liked to sing
A stranger in this land
Too young for her husband

He’d loved her from afar
Pining in stoic silence
Until now, beneath the star
This secret alliance

“Hurry,” she pleads
Just seconds to sow the seeds
The guards are making their rounds
A quickie, else they’re found

He reaches for her dress
Fingers fumbling, he dreams of breasts
Foiled by her squirming and cries
A mile of string until paradise

At last! Her dress tumbles down
But then…what’s this?
Knickers and corset, he frowns
“What?!” She hisses

He renews his task with vigor
“Leave the corset alone”
“Why?” He asks in wonder
“Because,” she moans

“It holds up my breasts—
“It holds up your breasts?”
“Yesss! Oh I wish you would just—
Hurry or my husband will catch us!”

Now he’s determined and draws out his blade
“Praise Jesus,” she whispers, ready to be made
He cuts off the corset and rips off her knickers
“Oh” he says, stunned, turning away as he snickers

Her breasts sag down to her knees
His erection shrinks in the breeze
A parody on her slight frame
She tries to reignite the game

“Sorry my dear”
He says with a sneer
As he balls up her clothes
“It’s not worth all the woes.”

Dirty Rotten Terrible Jokes

Did you hear about the lesbians who moved to Ohio?

Yeah, they heard there was a Licking County.

Once upon a time there were these three couples who sat down to eat dinner. The first husband turned to his wife and said, "Please pass the sugar, Sugar." So she did. The second husband turned to his wife and said, "Please pass the honey, Honey." So she did. The third husband, thinking it was all a joke, turned to his wife and said, "Pass the pork, Pig!"

*Note: He was never heard from again, lol.

What's black and blue and red all over?

A brunette who told too many blond jokes.

* Hence the reason I don't tell blond jokes. Hehehehehehe.

Sorry. It's been too quiet today. I couldn't take it anymore!

Just Call Me Alice

Sometimes nothing conveys tone more effectively than Mark Rothko. He sets the stage with brushstrokes, lines, and color. Each drip of paint, each variant in texture becomes a thought, a memory, a secret piece of the artist struggling to articulate something ... anything. It's an intimate conversation between the artist and the canvas that leaves the viewer floating in a sea of blackened-blue, adrift on waves of emotion...but I digress.

It's been an odd couple of days for me. I don't usually make a blog post that isn't courtesy of Youtube or a piece of writing, but...well, I have something to say, or rather, share...

My seven year old sat down and read a book to me yesterday and some things occurred in my personal life, or maybe clarified. I won't bore you all with personal details, but I will say that Gabriel's reading session was my highlight thus far. To see a child dealing with ADHD have such a breakthrough is amazing. He was 10 weeks premature, weighed 2lbs 12oz, and spent the first month of his life in the nicu, fighting to survive. So his successes are a miracle to watch. Even if reading a book seems like a small thing to most of us, it's a milestone for Gabriel.

As to the rest. Well I don't know. I suppose I'll do what I always do and fall back down the rabbit hole, write, and paint until I sort out my thoughts. Not everything in life has to make sense. Some things simply are.

I wish you all a happy day and I'll post some tawdry, filth laden endeavor tomorrow.


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Comic Relief

I was gonna post Katt Wiliams or Sam Kinison, but I didn't want to insult anyone's sensibilities. So I sold out and went more "conservative." Shiver. Lol.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A Treasure Hunt

Chances are that you've already seen this, since most of us circle the same blogs. But in case you haven't Aaron Polson, from The Other Aaron, was tagged by Cate Gardner from The Poisoned Apple, and he tagged everyone. That's one way to get a chain letter rolling, lol. Though it's more like a treasure hunt. Anyway, the rules of the meme are:

From the biggest bookcase you have, pick out one book whose author’s last name starts with each letter of your last name. If you have no books by an author whose last name starts with a particular letter, go to the next letter. If you have two of the same letter in your last name, get two separate authors, not two books by the same author. Bonus: If you can, pick the first book you haven’t read off your shelf, unless you’re one of those people who’s read all the books you own.

- Post the first sentence of each book, along with the author and title. Feel free to skip prefaces and such, especially if they’re by a different writer.


H: "It was cold in the rough little hut." Linda Howard, All The Queen's Men. (Good book, good author.)

E: "Now before the Beginning, there was no Time, and all was Chaos and Darkness." David and Leigh Eddings, The Redemption of Althalus. (Never read it, should though...)

D: "How beautiful were the death dogs!" Wayland Drew, Willow (based on a screenplay by Bob Dolman and story by George Lucas). (Love the movie. Only "D" author on my shelf...)

G: "I woke three times in the dark predawn." Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber. (This is the sequel to Outlander. I think I loaned Outlander out, pity, it's one of the best books I've ever read. This one's pretty good, too. Solid author.)

E: "There was death at its beginning as there would be death again at its end." Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer. (Good book, much better than the movie.)

S: "A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green." John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men. (Great story, great author.)

So that's my name in books, lol. As Aaron said, "So I tag everyone. On the planet. Dooooo it!" Lol. Well, you heard (read?) the man. Get to it.

An Insurrection (Excerpt)

The four pages preceding this excerpt were spent painting Steve Winkle as the biggest asshole this side of the Mississippi River. By this point, you really want to skin the s.o.b. alive.

The first thing Steve noticed when he pulled into the drive of his home (the most expensive home on the block) was that someone had newly decorated the yard with everything he owned. He sighed, and braced, for what he knew would be an ugly confrontation. The little prick must have run home to tell mommy. Wonderful.

Samantha was pacing the floor with her cell phone glued to her ear. Mascara streaked down her face in angry black lines. Did she seriously expect him to grovel before a clownish raccoon? Couldn’t she have tried to pull herself together? He was lost in his self-absorbed thoughts when she spotted him.

Who knew that cell phones could be weapons? She threw it with the precision of a marksman, hitting him right between the eyes. She hurled herself at him, shrieked like a deranged banshee, her fingers claw-like talons digging into his skin. Her words were unintelligible, but her meaning clear. Die or get the fuck out.

He tried to speak to her, but she was clearly not herself. So he began backing up slowly to the door. He reached the doorknob before he realized that he had lost his power. He was no longer the master of this house. He saw Jerry hanging over the railing, watching the madness in silence. The boy’s eyes were red and raw, his jaw set, shoulders slumped. Steve never noticed how much Jerry resembled his father before. The kid looked just like the old man in his WWII pictures. It felt strange to note that now, of all times. The girl was nowhere in sight.

Part of Steve wanted to knock Samantha out and reassert his position in the house—to squelch this insurrection. But in his heart (who knew he had one?) he knew that it was deserved. His hand shook as he turned the doorknob. His palm was sweaty and slipped on the cold metal. Samantha’s fists were weakened from her onslaught. She slid down the length of his body—the closest she’d been to his penis all year. Steve pitied her as he watched her. She lay limp and puffy like a macabre Barbie, painted and broken.

He swallowed hard over the lump in his throat. He supposed that she hadn’t been screwing Eric after all. Her voice sounded like a ninety-year-old smoker, rough from screaming. “I loved you. I did everything you asked. You didn’t deserve it—not ever.” Her voice broke on the “ever” and fresh tears added to the mess her beautiful eyes had become.

She was a proud woman. Tomorrow morning would bring shame over this tantrum and that shame would morph into anger. He knew that her rage would target him. He needed a lawyer—tonight.

He looked one last time at the life he’d burned for the sake of banging Jenny-what’s-her-name. He branded the feel of the molded oak door cutting into his back, the pain stricken face of his wife, the detached expression of his son, and of course, his daughter’s absence to his memory. It was the last time they would all be in the same house. He stumbled onto the porch and closed the door in front of his face. If life was about choices then he had made his with that first smile in Starbucks.

Without a word Steve Winkle walked away leaving chaos in his wake.