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I hardly push my keyboard pads these days (Tumblr's been getting me on these short musings sounding lyke poetry like this) ... but you know what, each time I do, I make the headlines.  

Moving on from lilla, that was 13 years ago, then IrMa to jane doe, who died ... this was how she breathe her last,
Truth (by Jane Doe) 2014 Sep 13

I know only one ... Mine.

From the many things that were said and done I came to know the truth From the things you did but never told me.

        

                                                   I know only one ... Mine.

From the many things that were said and done
I came to know the truth
From the things you did but never told me.

Blessingschallenge 3 ... Steel Magnolias

  13 September 2014 (Saturday)

I am thankful for the 3 gifts i received today:

1)  Got my results  online.  Well they say, necessity in the mother of invention :) … over the years, I grew fond of “researching” about my medical condition whatever that is.    I was doing good, thank God!  Except … oh this thing again huh …  my emotional uterus acting up again LOL, and my left ovary went hiding.  Haha sooooo me.  Mana sa may ari talaga lol

Dr. Quack said, No sweat. :)

2)  Saturday ghost stories.  Over dinner.  Me and my daughter.  What could be lovelier than that.
3)  Tried Haiku.  Dark Haiku. My Haiku.  Now posted.  In ‘Blender.*

(me back to writing poetry :) )

Now I challenge 3 of my friends, Ronnie Espina, Elgin Espina and Mons Espina to do these 5-day Positivity Challenge. Share and post 3 things you are thankful for 5 days and let positivity abound in this wonderful world!

Blending ...

Third in a row .... strangers love this poet  ... will haiku soon  ... like this.

On the jagged cliff,

sadly gazing far below,
my troubles end here.

Plate Breaker!

oh my, the things we broke ... and wish we didn't ... and yet we did. ... or wish they were really jusz plates ... the things we jusz broke.


*** *** ***

Everybody plays the fool, they say.

I break plates, too.  Ahuh ... seriously, i do ...

dapat dito tamang tipsy lang --- dyahe naman kung binuhos mo na lahat ng inis mo, eh hindi pa din umabot sa wall ang plato ahaha ... hindi ako sporty ... hindi ako magaling bumato ... magaling lang ako mag walk out --- in character sobra lol.

TAKSYAPO!!!!!

ilang plato ba ang dapat ubusin?  a mountain of broken plates represents a mountain of angst, frustration, pain, sadness, guilt  --- andameng galit na tao ---  a whole lifetime spent.

My love affair with long lazy crazy weekends!

What happens on two consecutive long weekends ...

these ...

1) shop!  shop!  shop!

bloody  Brits!

red plaid  rain boots 

some Latin dancin' for moi and Wenggay

my new weaponry, looks like a plan, huh ;)

goin' honey glazed crazy over anythin organizer (headbands, nail polish, earrings, scarves --- i actually started with this bedside caddy :) )

2)  music porn baby!

Yesterday was Daniel Jang, today was Joss Stone ... and still cant get over with Darren Hayes ... here's to our many many fixations and psychoses ... like and this world, I own the stage, you are all strangers to me :) 

2) I'm writing again!!! Yipeee!!!

This my 3rd entry since Friday ;) such a feat ahuh!

Got a few lines for Kirk, too at Blendah  --- let's see about that.  May be tomorrow ...

But then look at here some great leads and reads, old and new...

https://www.facebook.com/notes/destine-schatzi/pixie-power-/307969365982879 ... either you hate her guts or you keep her close to your heart.  The fire of cinders in Tinx.  I posted this last November just a sincere attempt to update my other Facebook account ... Destine what???  from somebody you dont wanna know :( ... she got Jaded ...then she went Deutsche and stayed there for keeps.

a body of words you wanna make love with ... http://dragonflyspoetryandprolixity.blogspot.com/ ... .... watch out on that Pablo Neruda stuff ... the pretensions of forgetting but never succeeding.  Damned poetry and how it kills you instantly.  No, honey,  I haven't forgotten, not in a thousand years. :(

to my deak BK ... well said ... if you see me now, i've got terribly blistered lips, and this piece was like .. oh, tear ..... http://loveblender.com/blend/latest.cgi

 3)  gettin' serious with http://instagram.com/maybellicious

May 2013, I was in Pacific Grand visiting cousins and nieces, too much prodding ... I got persuaded to have my instagram account.  FB friends were fast, especially CITEM and KES batchmates.  SO there, Ive got a handful in just minutes LOL

Three months, am finally exploring and trying to update, and this bitch up to no good tsk tsk

and those are my nephews, and I have a new baby boy, Timo.

RennieLorca, writer, poet, co-Blender ...

... moves up to heaven
... and starts writing from there.



http://www.loveblender.com/blend/av.cgi?id=900

Here's a toast for Rennie and hugs for her Captain.

♥blender

Sharing two of my fave works by two of my most admired writers in ♥blender ;)



By Ali
Date: 2001 Dec 17
[2001.12.17.18.45.23745]]

The Coffee's Too Cold


What do you do when the coffee's too cold to drink
And the time drags by too slowly to care?
Dreams slip away from us, just as people do
It's life, it's life, it's just life
But...it sucks, ok?
And sometimes it's good to say that, to be honest
To scream out loud, instead of in silence
Still, sometimes the coffee's too cold to drink...
The world may end, but only in your mind
Your steps may falter, but only you can fall
Nothing simple can take away heartache
Just as nothing simple can cause it
But, I don't believe in simplicity anyway
Perhaps that is because I have never known it
I am Queen of complexities, being complex myself
(As are most people)
I've grown accustomed to having very complex relationships
But, as I said before, I don't believe in simplicity
And sometimes, the coffee's too cold to drink...
Love buds, grows, blooms...dies
You ask: "Is this the end?"
It's been said countless times by an infinity of people
None have answered so far, but I will
And in answering, I say this:
"It is not the end, for nothing ever ends, truly.
For love changes shape, changes hue, and changes intensity
But the essence is still the same."
So, what do you do when the coffee's too cold to drink?
Either you try to warm it up, or you make a new pot...





By i'm just him
Date: 2005 Jul 06
[[2005.07.06.17.16.7413]]


fixing a broken road

our road has some potholes
and acouple of missing streets
but if Keanu Reeves can jump them
in a bus
we should be able 2 cross them easy
the time you tho we lost
we didn't, i took it
and i'm here 2 give it back
i'm here 2 fix the broken road
and repair the streets that cracked
i'm willing to do anything
if anything is what i have to do
2 connect the broken streets
and fix my path 2 u

~i'm just him~
tru story

www.s_ _ _ _ ean_ _ _ s.net

To Digger: ... when its too much ... too hard ... too long .. too bad ... and when it was jusz was under your nose ... and not realized ... then, it's just too late.