tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12487902836184840432024-03-05T03:46:31.290-08:00the Recalcitrant BeagleLittle Girl is watching...Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-69007029688211581422016-10-21T10:37:00.002-07:002016-10-21T10:37:25.685-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Again my unquiet mind asks</div>
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Is there anything</div>
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Here worth saving?</div>
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Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-87857959793517588372016-09-28T08:51:00.002-07:002016-09-28T08:51:30.999-07:00Off-script<div style="text-align: center;">
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Overwhelmed by the</div>
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Terrifying potential,</div>
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Hope tramples my fear</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-1095562050090105282016-09-25T09:55:00.002-07:002016-09-26T23:13:22.665-07:00No troubadour Photographs and memories<br />
<div>
Things I look upon to see</div>
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How damaged I've become</div>
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But will I always be?</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-13327615764672261842016-09-09T14:10:00.004-07:002016-09-09T14:12:13.247-07:00Phantom limb pain<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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The part of me that died</div>
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The glow behind your eyes</div>
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The warmth I used to feel</div>
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The worth I hoped was real</div>
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The love that burned within</div>
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This aching phantom limb.</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-87391327596399915162016-08-19T10:15:00.000-07:002016-08-19T10:15:04.277-07:00Lost<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">So much to say,</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">My words still churn </span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">But there’s no way</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">To ease this burn</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">For you can’t know</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">About my pain</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">To see you clear</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">And </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">feel the</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> stain</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Our history’s shade</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">And lover’</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">s crime</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I’d burn it down</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">To make you mine</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Instead I pine</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">And </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">deign to play</span><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">My lesson learned</span></div>
<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; text-align: center;">
<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I fade away.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-90832585000359200842016-08-16T22:24:00.001-07:002016-08-16T22:24:27.353-07:00prophetic<div>
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My silence offended<div>
My words saddened</div>
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And my touch hurt</div>
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How else could it end</div>
<div>
But with tears and pain?</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-22848253443013212072016-08-08T11:13:00.001-07:002016-08-08T11:13:37.171-07:00Evermore<div style="text-align: center;">
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Some hurts do not heal</div>
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Some wounds never seal,</div>
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Some blood will not dry</div>
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Some loves refuse to die,</div>
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When we start we cannot know</div>
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When we fail then time will show.</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-81237827742619005662016-08-06T21:43:00.003-07:002016-08-06T21:43:53.784-07:00The GrimNo happy ending<br />
Nor any ever after,<br />
Just pain and failure.Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-29001810675732648992016-07-09T23:11:00.004-07:002016-07-09T23:11:53.542-07:00Grief<br />
<br />
Drowning pain in laughter<br />
Dwindle to a roar<br />
Fear of what comes after<br />
Less is ever more<br />
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<br /></div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-56441551221587332722016-07-05T22:25:00.000-07:002016-07-05T22:25:32.814-07:00Half-life <br />
<br />
This longing in my heart<br />
Disquiet in my soul,<br />
I am beside myself<br />
Even in my decayDeath before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-36537700641616787842016-07-05T14:58:00.001-07:002016-07-05T14:58:11.606-07:00Echoes <br />
<br />
<br />
Absent from my life<br />
But dwelling deep in my heart;<br />
This love will not dieDeath before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-76013669004624184212016-06-14T11:01:00.001-07:002016-06-14T11:01:15.546-07:00Catch and Release<br />
<br />
Little fish swims away<br />
Lonely fish wonders why<br />
Loveless fish musters out<br />
But never learns to say goodbye,<br />
<br />
Tired fish continues on<br />
Tranquil fish accepts his loss<br />
Tarnished fish will slowly heal<br />
Although he feels like so much dross,<br />
<br />
Cautious fish will swim alone<br />
Canny fish can learn from pain<br />
Careworn fish has lost its luster<br />
With the lessons he will gain.<br />
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Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-49773665194422086562016-05-23T14:20:00.002-07:002016-05-23T15:34:43.644-07:00Caveat<div style="text-align: left;">
Was it me that broke us down</div>
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And dragged our future in the dust?</div>
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Was it me with all my faults</div>
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That could never win your trust?</div>
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Was it me so sad and blind</div>
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That I could not see us apart?</div>
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Was it me in all my hubris</div>
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Thinking I could hold your heart?</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-30836145225454747062016-05-05T16:59:00.004-07:002016-05-05T17:00:12.718-07:00Immolation<div style="text-align: center;">
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Who is the moth </div>
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And who is the flame?</div>
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The wounded are walking</div>
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While loving in vain,</div>
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Am I the scorpion </div>
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Or maybe the frog?</div>
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Failures still haunt me </div>
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And I hold the flog,</div>
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I slip and I stumble</div>
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I cannot keep pace</div>
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In dreams I still carry</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some semblance of grace.</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-70197237250707344442016-05-04T21:16:00.007-07:002016-05-04T21:22:13.404-07:00Circa<div style="text-align: center;">
Finding you</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Loving you</div>
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Losing you</div>
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Lamenting you </div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-19896983549334714972016-04-30T23:19:00.001-07:002016-06-21T19:48:34.926-07:00Cause & effect<div style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></div>
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When masochism</div>
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Is matched by insight,</div>
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Despair is the only outcome.</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-84950574945119275042016-04-18T10:12:00.001-07:002016-04-19T14:20:23.147-07:00Bound<br />
<br />
In love until you love again<br />
Yet unable to love anew:<br />
The quandary of the lovelorn.Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-791364399624598202016-04-11T07:53:00.001-07:002016-04-11T07:53:21.508-07:00The fool<div style="text-align: center;">
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My last thought every night</div>
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My first wish upon the dawn;</div>
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A tarnished heart still hopes</div>
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Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-50268667070047319982016-03-21T11:34:00.001-07:002016-06-21T19:49:03.945-07:00Red<br />
<br />
Love is like a red, red rose<br />
Held by tender hands,<br />
Blood runs down upturned stem<br />
And drips upon the sands,<br />
<br />
Love is like a red, red rose<br />
Slowly turning black,<br />
The petals like the pages<br />
Of a bleak almanac<br />
<br />
Love is like a red, red rose<br />
Spilled upon the stone,<br />
The only message held therein<br />
You're going to die alone.Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-40731538689265609092016-03-20T23:54:00.001-07:002016-03-20T23:54:09.599-07:00TerminusI worry at this pain<br />
Like a dog with a bone:<br />
These two gaping holes in my heart<br />
Will not heal.Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-11181000195430294032016-03-02T09:23:00.000-08:002016-03-02T10:46:18.941-08:00So here it goes:I'm posting this here because, like with my splintered heart, I have that writer's need to get my words out, but I'm too proud, private or cowardly (take your pick) to post it in a more public forum.<br />
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<br />
/rant on/<br />
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I find it so discouraging and tiresome, the way we demonize others for the choices they make.<br />
Every time I hop onto FB I see someone I know stating, essentially, "if you're supporting/voting for Candidate-X then you're a bad person and can't be my friend."<br />
<br />
Really?<br />
<br />
I have a number of issues with this.<br />
The first is simply a matter of choice. People who engage in this behavior are no better than those whom attack others for religious beliefs. The bottom line? People can vote for whomever they want. That's sort of the point, right?<br />
I didn't vote for president Obama.<br />
Most of my family did.<br />
Likely all of my academic friends did.<br />
I didn't feel the need to disparage them for their choice.<br />
I didn't threaten to leave the country when my candidate failed to win, or accuse Obama supporters of trying to ruin the country.<br />
FYI I voted for Barr, the Libertarian candidate.<br />
And I was heckled by family members as having wasted my vote. But here's the rub: it wasn't wasted. It was my vote. Sometimes we fight the fight, play the game, or run the race even though we have NO chance of winning. Partaking in the event, the effort, is the nobler part. Being a productive and involved member of a democracy (or more accurately, a democratic republic) is not a destination; it is a journey. And like with most journeys, there is no one path.<br />
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This brings me to my second point. All of you people whom I love, railing against the choices of others (the present favorite is Trump of course but it could be any of them), do you really think that the worst president out of this motley collection of <b>career politicians</b> will spell cataclysmic doom for our country?<br />
<br />
He or she will not.<br />
Because our country, for all of its flaws, is stronger than that.<br />
<br />
Everyone is getting so irate and wound up over rhetoric and campaign promises.<br />
What is it about election years that turn the most educated and savvy citizens into 12 year olds reading spiderwebs at a country fair?<br />
<br />
Just because it's written down somewhere doesn't make it true, accurate, or even plausible.<br />
And when it's something a politician is saying...on a presidential platform...my god, don't be so naive.<br />
<br />
All of you folks who truly believe Trump (assuming he wins) is going to build a wall around this country and kick out all of the illegals and Muslims...you clearly have a poor grasp of both the powers of the president, and the way the government works.<br />
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Likewise, all of you folks who fear that Clinton (assuming she wins) is going to pass unilateral gun laws and send the FBI and Marshals to come and take your guns...you are similarly confused.<br />
<br />
Sanders can promise to make (assuming he wins) all the wealthy folks in our country turn over half of their annual income to the Dept for Better Education and Shinier Unicorns...it doesn't mean it's going to happen.<br />
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By all means, continue to gobble up all the media bites, celebrity endorsements and condemnations.<br />
<br />
Just maybe, every once in a while, pause for a moment, and consider that 4 years, 8 if you've got bad-ass writers on staff, or even 12 years and 5 months if you're FDR, is not really so long a time in the lifespan of our country.<br />
<br />
Is a politician really worth more than your bond with friends and family?<br />
<br />
<br />
/rant off/Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-38784598340337088612016-02-21T07:18:00.002-08:002016-02-21T07:18:24.547-08:00Inertia<div style="text-align: center;">
She is moving on</div>
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And yet I am standing still:</div>
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A broken down heart.</div>
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<br /></div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-47622196571267816122016-02-10T08:32:00.004-08:002016-02-10T08:32:42.359-08:00In your eyesAnd so it ends as it begins,<br />
Just a collection of my sins.Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-651651656380949432016-02-08T21:23:00.002-08:002016-02-08T21:23:39.249-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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My pain seeps slowly</div>
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From my core to the page thus</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My heart's blood is read</div>
Death before Decaf!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01381810029215672174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248790283618484043.post-13132398750306696862016-02-04T07:07:00.001-08:002016-04-11T07:54:28.761-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
At times despite</div>
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All of life's light and gloss</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
All I can see and taste is my loss</div>
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