After resume after resume, waiting and waiting I have the bank jop. Yipeee I am so happy I could cry.
What is the truth may be more true of me here
Than there
The witnesses do witness me more real
In this place than in any room within walls
It is apparent to me that
Such walls do not make us intimate
But they do trap us with their
Tangibilities
When what you here, like about me
Has no physical substance
Within such walls my physical substance
May adversely repel
I like to be here
To be myself without my physical
Boundaries
Without you really seeing
The outward shell of me
Some of us are the Master
And some of us are the pet
And with a short leash
We do keep each other
Keep each other's company
Keep each other's memory
Keep each other happy
Some of us go willing for
Long walks
Some of us prefer walking
Alone
Until, one day
The two walk side by side
Linked together by two
Hands
If you told me to have a seat, I would sit on your lap.
If you offered me a drink, I would drink from your mouth.
If I knew your name, I would write your initials in the sand
At the shore of my favorite beach
If I knew your name
I could say it to myself
I never read the news paper because I don't like how the ink transfers to my fingers.
So, daily I log on here hoping to read, see or hear something interesting.
Every day I hope there will be a post that forces a smile or laugh.
It is my morning ritual, with coffee, or my evening bed time story.
I read you.
I will not let on to
Who knows me or
Who knows who I am
I will waite
Perhaps, forever
For the one who chooses me for me
And not for any other reason.
There is a hunger that never goes away
There is a space, not always empty
but can never be filled full
And when fed, the hunger grows even stronger
What is hungered for
Desired for
Cannot be found easily
Similar to truffles
And far more valuable
And once tasted
The heart never forgets
Can never love enough
Or
Be loved enough
True Love
I listened in my virginal youth
I listened in bed with my lover
I listened when I was alone
I listen still
Ian McCulloch
Do you hear me?
Do you see me
I have prayed to you
Not God
I have dreamed of you
Do you still sing?
Do you still write?
Do you still want to reach
Me?
You do reach me
My eyes are open
Ian McCulloch
I fell in love to your music
I made love to your music
Now I am alone
With no muse
No music
Ian McCulloch
Will you be my muse?
Will you sing to me again?
Will you breath life into me?
This place I live in is dead
Will you call to me and
Will you please allow me to
Illustrate you?
We are older AND better
Ian McCulloch, sing to me......
There has only been one
You
Will you sing to me again?
It is with great joy
That I felt a little something deep
Inside
A little light did shine for a moment
Prompting a smile
I would not recognize in a mirror
It is with warmest regards
You pulled the heavy curtains from the window
And once again the sun warmed my face
So bright
I closed my eyes
It is with much thanks that
I have been reminded
It is possible to be attracted
To be inspired
Even for just a moment of time
On this day
I am the willing subject of the interview process
It has become a game where
I select the “appropriate” suit and pumps
And formulate the proper answers to questions
Unimaginable
It is a rush to pretend to be
Confident and assertive
With all the “correct” answers
Are my hands sweaty when hands are shook?
Have I made eye contact for the appropriate duration?
I complete the gauntlet
I return to my car
Remove my most uncomfortable shoes
And smile
I just get better and better at it
I think if I do finally get a new job
I will still go for the gauntlet
I will apply for anything
Whether I am qualified or not
It will become a sport a
A hobby
Greetings.
I have no poem today, just some news.
I think I have a new job, although it is only 20 hours a week, I have picked up a part time evening job to fill in the financial gaps.
Please suggest an appropriate letter of resignation for me;-)
Also, I have discovered that baking soda makes an excellent deoderant. Just sprinkle some in your hand and apply to your pits-works better than the real thing and is way cheaper!
I have decided there is nothing wrong with dressing like a Mom, so I have embraced my new button down casual pinstriped cotton shirt and yellow kapris-to hell with what any man thinks.
I have decided I am not fit for male eyes, seriously I am not fit, so I will take baby steps in improving my physical appearance although I expect this to happen over time and I hope the end of the world does not come until I can walk the shores in a bathing suit, not in men's swim trunks.
Finally, I am ok with not being lusted after. What a relief it is to not want to be a MILF anymore.
cheers!
There has been some speculation about whether Becca is a real person and or a male and or a female and if anyone has seen Becca.
I have seen Becca on Skype and have snapped a few shots to set those doubting minds at ease.
Becca says "Hi"
Becca on a good day.
Cheers to Becca
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