Let's Get Something Straight...

been climbing out of chasms in my head...not of a poet's mindset but just existing in the living and dead simultaneously...I welcome all new haters and the "secret" admirers to my wall...it's an artist's mural of tears (the largest fluidity of paint) and spit and sweat and blood and even a little piss and defecate matter...It is a living mural of happiness at the cost of others, sadist tendencies and crude/whorish behavior...so to say the very least, it is my own drawing from the life-forces around me and the pieces of this great puzzle that I have.

It isn't meant to be completely be your cup of tea. The blog isn't either, for a true writer doesn't write for you but for themselves...you "liking" it is a pleasant side-effect and nothing more...We write to free our mind of the garbage that inhabits this filthy place and most, write so they don't implode...I write to keep my fat ass out of jail...I won't do good with the feed they serve down here in the penal system...I am spoiled beyond belief; wine, finest chocolat, rich and decadent dishes from lands afar, pastries and all manner of good eats! (Alton & Mario would be proud...*giggles)

...what I have here is a collection of "philosofree" and "poetme" and "short whories" abounds...I will bash and beat everyone. Chances are, the more you amuse me, the more you become a target...which is why I am my biggest target with my daughter being a close second and men third...to be followed by women, humans, politics, religion, race, children, elderly and global garble...you will not make it out alive if you visit my wall and expect some sanitary and sane existence. Most of you stumbled here in the darkness because of mutual games and the like of fantasy...I LIVE that fantasy everyday. The noobs stumbled here because they saw my open candor about sexual matters or reflections of stuff from their friends coming "out of the closet" to admit and "comment" or "like" my shit...*chuckles-it humors me because I said it proper...I am evil candy on a bad day and will rot your teeth/brain on a good day. No one wants to be seen hanging out at the fat kids' table or the geeks' table or re-re table...here you get the pleasure of all three! 

I am that stolen piece of cake at 2am and you're sitting on the floor using the light from the fridge to offer direction as you gulp it down in reckless abandonment but quietly alone so no one else knows! And yes, there are times I leave a little sweet smear on your cheek letting the rest of the world know you secretly have a "thing" for at least one fat gal! She's a wicked beast and a tormented soul who lives what she has with what she's got about as full as she can...candle doesn't burn anymore...She's a puddle of wax...and fluidity...continuity of entertainment you just happened to step in...

so...

sit down, shut the fuck up unless you have something to say that will amuse me as much as I do you and buckle-up...this bitch's got this!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.

"Tinkerly Teenah"

This is a tale of Tinkerly Teenah

who couldn't decide if she liked blue or greenah,

but instead set herself down upon a tree log

to kiss each and every one of the forest's tree frogs

in hopes of a suitor who'll tailor her dress

of gossamer webbing, gothic ribbons work best,

and instead got so stuck with a beastly of mates

a frog-throated fellow who drinks far too late.

He stole her away, far away, away so...

poor Tinkerly Teenah surely didn't want to go.

She was dragged by the heels and the stockings she wore

and dropped rightly prompt through the living room door.

"Oh!" how she cried with relief when the bastard was gone

plotting her revenge and gathering supplies all along

to make her a Tinkerly Twin so to flee from this hovel.

She hid it before he returned on the double

to waste all the home in the search of his stash

of coin and royal paper to purchase more mash.

When he left this last time dear sweet Teenah was shrewd.

She set up her doll and used lipstick-y glue

that took quite some time to take hold and secure

the last poisoned breathe from her toadly captor

and waited behind the dark pantry alcove

when "princely" a mood come strolling in with a shove

for some romance unwanted and a Tinkerly kiss

his lust unbelievable, his fate quite a twist.

He gasped and he choked and reached for his neck.

His lips were sealed shut to the doll's pretty head,

and our lil heroine she doth watch with trite glee

to the myriad of colors her "once lover" now be.

Now she sits back on root and on lowly log stump

after burying her monster and her doll in one lump,

where the darkest and meanest of Hell's lot won't dare tread

not even for supper or entertainment or dead,

and she wiped both hands surely and ridded her pain

and swore nevermore to go kissing frogs again!

...but would always look fondly on peas and blue bells

and never divulging where 'e lie she won't tell!

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.

Men, Women & I: What We Want

so we are back to what men want and what women what...and...what I want...

It's difficult to be dating in these days and times. We have a flip of the sexes and a grand chasm between the two and may the gods forbid, if you are a different species altogether.

Men want to be the pretty one and to be the star and the prize. The need constant reassurance they are accepted and feel they don't need to reciprocate anymore. You cannot imagine the amount of men I see who use women for money and possessions and seem just as much an epidemic as they claim the gold-digging hussies are. They lost their spine along the way and now, not request but demand you take a back seat not only to their damaged ego and "id" but also to their whim...fuck this!

Women are dowdy. We can't compete with the multi-million dollar industry of porn and plastic surgery and every wannabe boy-toy feels he deserves some disgusting twat of a whore who giggles at every bad joke and is there merely to be a place for him to store his cock and it's fluids when they get a jingle in their pants. I'm not just angry here. We want to be cherished as is. To be valued and some even want to be rescued and "kept"...I am bemused. We can't compete even with cash and most only manage to when their hubby had died off, and now, we have retirees fancying themselves up like they are grade "A" hustlers and rock stars.

I have talked about this shit before and no matter how many times I run through this material I still keep shaking my head. So where do I fit in? Where do I find happiness? I am told I am too headstrong and too "macho" for a real man...lols...and by their definition of a real man all I see are boys...grown up boys who require more care than an elderly lung patient and twice as ornery...

Happiness for me is a partner. A man who is capable of taking care of himself. Who can provide his own transportation but is secure enough to not feel slighted when I want to drive. He should pay his own way...and if he offers to pay mine and I refuse, accept my refusal. Don't push it with some false sense of security and self worth that it is "his job" to pay my way. If he feels slighted, suck it up (buttercup) and surprise me later with the money you would have spent by doing something with it. Don't have to spend it on me, but you can certainly do things together with me or go somewhere and if it is important enough to you, give me a memento.>NEWSFLASH: SPERM IS NOT A MEMENTO!<

Gift giving is sweet. It is a way of telling the person you love that you were thinking of them. No one said you had to go to Tiffany's (left hand-6.5 thin band, 7 wide; right hand-6.75 thin, 7.25 wide lols) but you could make something. Change my oil, while I make you cookies. I DO things to show I love someone. I don't just tell them. I make myself available and am willing to go places and do things I don't necessarily like because to do something I don't like with you is still better than to do something I do like alone, sometimes...Gift your time and skills. Be a man. Hold a door. I am sick of holding doors and angry I have them shut on me. Consideration is gone these days...Courtesy too...

Can't count how many times I have heard what they will watch, listen, go to, visit, do and what they won't. And I hear how they want special treatment because they are men. Who behave...like...women. I hear how I have to be considerate of their need to not this and that, food, entertainment, activity...but am expected to jump through flaming hoops of stupidity for them. And there is no motivation. None. AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTE-LY NONE! Things are so one-sided I feel like paying them when we have sex, just so they can really get a "grade" in the amount they are paid and see what a fool they are!

~Smart, ornery, strong-willed, strength-driven, physically limited but not painfully, endurable and enduring, independent, ethereal, agnostic (look it the fuck up), spiritual, anchored, tumultuous, aggressive, inquisitive, thoughtful in the truest sense of the word, contemplative, educated (still learning), passionate (beyond the fathomability of most of mankind), feral, balanced (with a little extra lean towards the darkness in her world), giving, sacrificing, learning and teaching, strict, reserved, brutal, open with the things that matter and few that do not and closed where I need to be, funny, pretty (for what I have), deserving whether you think so or not.~ I want these SAME qualities in you.

I dare you, come and get this. Don't be afraid of your worth, but don't tell me to devalue mine...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves...