Oh, The Humanity, I Mean…

Anxiety

Like a menace it looms
Tempting me to, over time,
Myself neglect, eventually loathe.
Having sat at bay
For however long it would take
For a moment, vulnerable to come,
Attack, sudden and inescapable
Is wrought with preoccupation.
Single-minded focus on that
Which must, at all costs, be avoided
Makes a pure hell indeed.
The feed-back loop, persistent, pervasive,
Triggers my mind, weary, exhausted
To invite the demon to stay
With full escort, my faculty,
Until payment is remitted in whatever form.
Weighing between a mind-numbing
Which fattens wallets,
The intellectual shame in calling upon a diety
Formerly know as “God,”
Or the utter white-knuckled grasping
Onto the next breath… and then the next,
I know there are no reassurances.

Tha Point…

Of this here blog is to consolidate my writing, even if it was over at Freida Bee first, into nice little loveable ladylike lumps. Today I added Florence Joe’s Diary: Fer Tha Love a Gawd to the ranks so’s you’s could read it. ‘Jes don’t tell no one’s cause this here shit is ma privates!

Praise Jesus Fer Spam Singles
Ah Is Not a Whore, Mamma!
Ah Don’ Recollect That…
Shit or Get Off Tha Pot, Mister!
Gimme a ‘Lil a That There Southern Comfert!
Tha Lord Works in ‘Sterious
TeXt Message to Zombie Jesus
Fer Tha Love a Po’try

Rant du Jour Wrapped in a Tidy Bundle

Let me introduce you to our newest addition, a chipper ‘lil tune entitled…

Your Compliant Bride.

Or, if clicking is just too tedious…

Where the fuck
Is your compliant bride
With bedside manner
And hymen in tact?
Perhaps if you complain,
She will appear,
Lonely and defunct
Without your astute wit
To lead her away from herself.

She is ever-wet,
Ready for your dry fuck
With nary an utterance
Of that disgusting word cunt.
Her bitterness yet undeveloped,
She awaits your manly taming,
The suitable instrument
To unleash a whore
Like the one leaving you behind.

A Long Time Coming, But Worth The Wait…

I have been in a lull, a slump, a depressive delay, and though I had suspected the cause, I finally typed up the backlog of poems scribbled onto envelopes (well, not all of them), which will help me move forward in writing them.  

Here are a few I have written, one from today…

A Slow Kiss
Gone
Together
Slippery Slope
Breathing Kept at Shallow

And, here are three beauties that were written in a collaboration of Hypnos O’Grady and myself, or is it me? Whatever…

A Partial Misnomer
I Scream
Surreptitiously

It Lives

Alright,  I went too far one way and then I went too far the other.  First, I was putting out way too much and privatized the posts and now that lonely post has been sitting there drearily.  I never really meant to start another blog as much as have a palce to consolidate my writing, but that’s what I did.  I still want this one to be more diary oriented, just not sososososososo private, unless it is. 

The Florence Joe Diaries: Fer Tha Love A Gawd is a new addition and there may be a new section of a few collaborated poems, pending my cohort’s permission.

This is a site where I am consolidating some of my writing. I am not sure how often I will post per se, but I will add new items from time to time.  I have not blogrolled anyone hardly from my other blog as this was, until recently, more of a journal site that was far more private (as some of this might be better off being still,) but I am changing the nature of it for now.