Friday, October 22, 2010

Zombie Life

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There is a numbness in my head
a loss of feeling now gone and dead.
Things of the past can’t be unsaid
the stuff in text can’t be unread.

The brain it rots from outside in
there are no longer thoughts that spin.
The leaking process will begin
but in the long run it can not win.

With me I carry blooming hope
that pain and sadness will soon elope,
but it will take time I’m not a dope
so in the meantime I try to cope.

The bugs they linger for their chance
I see them give me that forlorn glance
but I won’t give in, I will not dance,
I just say NO to a creepy romance.

Inside a light continues to glow
and not a flame that someone can blow
so as long as life continues to flow
the blossom of hope will flourish and grow.

A zombie life is what I’ve lead
and brains I’ve picked but I’ve never fed.
If you’ve listened close I’ve often said,
“One day I’ll awaken from the undead.”
©MDO


inspired by art from John Schwegel
http://www.johnschwegel.com/portfolio.htm

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

My Life According to Kajagoogoo (bwahahahahahaha!)

I love music, so I am going to play. :)

RULES:

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions. You can't use the band I used (no matter how tempted you may be…. LOL). Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)." Tag your music loving friends!

Are you a male or female? First Girl on Mars

Describe yourself. Too Shy

How do you feel? Monochromatic

Describe where you currently live. Lies & Promises

If you could go anywhere, where would you go? Islands

Your favorite form of transportation? On a Plane

Your best friend is... Part of Me is You

Your fear... The Lion’s Mouth

What is the best advice you have to give? The Power to Forgive

Thought for the Day. Hang on Now

How would you like to die? Gone to the Moon

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Firsts

You've been tagged; you're supposed to write a note with the Firsts for YOU. At the end, choose 26 people to be tagged. You have to tag me so really you just need 25 more people. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you - but not in a creepy stalker kind of way. (To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, click on compose new note, copy and paste these instructions and the body of the note, delete my answers and type your answers to each First for Me questions, tag 26 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)
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1. Who was your FIRST prom date? I feel like that’s being asked as if I went to several of them… yeah, never went to prom so no one.

2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? Well, considering I never talked to him I’d have to say no… LOL

3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? Um, some cleaning supply or something I’m sure… what?? I was inquisitive & it smelled like lemons!

4. What was your FIRST job? Babysitting my sister & brother… & I still have to babysit my sister somewhat today…. BLAH!

5. What was your FIRST car? A big ol’ creamy yellow Chrystler LaBaron… it totally looked like a pimp mobile:-)

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? Well, I get text notices… do those count cause if so then it was a bill service telling me that my payment had been received. It’s cashed a few days early too so thank God they told me before I broke out the rubber checks;-)

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning? My buddy, my buddy… where ever he goes, I go. My buddy, my buddy… my buddy & me. That’s code for me, myself & I… I’m a little conceited like that….. LMAO!

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher? Good God, no clue. I only remember my kindergarten teacher’s name & that’s cause it was weird & had a rhyme to go along with it. Mrs. Akadakis, soda crackis, oochie koochie my butt! Yeah, don’t ask me what it meant… we were 5!

9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane? I was born in Germany so I guess coming to Minnesota from there would technically be my first plane ride.

10. Who was your FIRST best friend and do you still talk? My first one was Mary… I don’t even remember her last name but we were the best of friends until she moved back to Mexico. Or maybe she just told me that to get rid of me cause I was over at her house a lot! I haven’t heard from her since so I guess it worked.

11. Where was your FIRST sleepover? My grandma’s house probably.

12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? I talked to myself to say I wasn’t ready to get up yet, does that count??

13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time? I once imagined I was in a wedding where an Oompa Loompa married a troll & I was the ring bearer. That would have to be the first.

14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? Turned off that damn pesky alarm clock so I could go back to sleep!

15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? It was George Michael & it was back in the day when you knew he was gay but you didn’t care cause it’s not like you ever really had a chance to date him anyway….

16. FIRST tattoo? Marvin the Martian, my fav Looney Tune character & all around awesome martian. Got it done on my first trip to Vegas too, woo hoo… good times.

17. FIRST foreign country you visited? Well, born in Germany then came to the US so… Mexico I guess.

18. FIRST movie you remember seeing in the theater? Oh man…. Does a drive in count? The Friday the 13th movies always come to mind first so I’ll go with that.

19. FIRST detention you had? What’s that… away to take the tension away??? I need some of that now but I don’t think I ever had it.

20. What was the FIRST state you lived in? Do they have States in Germany??? We moved before I was even 1 so I’ll say Minnesota… & still here all these years later… East Side thru & thru:-)

21. Who was your FIRST crush? I’m sure I sat on my brother & sister when I babysat them… there is sitting in the name so I was just following the rules of the job! Anyways, there was probably crushing involved there.

22. What was your FIRST pet? A rabbit named snowball. It was white with red eyes… I thought it was demonic & we had to keep it at my grandma’s cause we couldn’t have pets where we lived. She gave it to a neighbor boy… I didn’t like him anyway, the boy… the rabbit bit him:-)

23. Who was the FIRST person to break your heart? My mom ripped up a heart card I made for her… does that count? I wasn’t heart broken by it but she did ‘break my heart’.

24. What is (or will be) the name of your FIRST born? Why is it assumed there will be one?? Not happening!

25. Who is the FIRST person you will tag in the note? Pablo, cause he tagged me!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Humid Summer Days

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Dreading every moment of this summer’s humid days
Knowing all along they don’t come from the sunshine’s rays
Storing all this moisture in the air around us all
Cause the clouds are full preparing for their next rainfall

These humid summer days
Just take my breath away

Wheezing I keep waiting for some sort of short reprieve
While Nature just continues to boil us in its steam
Storing all this moisture in the air around us all
Cause the clouds are full preparing for their next rainfall

These humid summer days

Through a weather app I saw that things may start to cool down
Then I realized I used the zip code for the wrong town
It’ll be humid again I’m afraid

These humid summer days
Just take my breath away

Dreading every moment of my summer’s humid days
Hoping that it won’t be winter that takes it away
Storing all this moisture in the air around us all
Cause the clouds are full preparing for their next snowfall

Takes my breath away
This humidity, takes my breath away
©MDO
written to the tune of 'Take My Breath Away' by Berlin :-)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Ying & Yang of Feelings

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Color me confused
A rainbow of emotions
My tears flow easily
Enough to fill the oceans

Outside looks quite calm
But inside a storm rages
It’s like a coloring book
With messy scribbled pages

The lines get blurry
So the colors seep right through
Then they mix together
To create a brand new hue

Each color reflects
The ying and yang of feelings
Sort of like an orange
Found beneath apple peelings

The eyes are the key
To what is brewing inside
The face can be a mask
But true colors you can’t hide
©MDO

Sunday, April 11, 2010

The Walk



From this view what do you see
besides the obvious beauty
The sun shines down to show the scene
and everything appears so clean

But as I walk I contemplate
all that’s happened up to this date
The road ahead leads to some peace
a way for me to just release

The water is a calming friend
that’s with me to the very end
The sprays its way of sharing tears
The waves, reflection of my fears

Up ahead comes another view
a way to see I made it through
I climb up and take it all in
and see that I must fight to win

It’s a long well worn road to take
a lot left behind in its quake
In the end there’s a saving grace
for none of it would I erase
©MDO



Picture taken by me in Two Harbors, Mn at the breakwater in Burlington Bay, 4/8/2010

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Crazy Express

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I never claimed that I was sane,
there’s an asylum in this membrane.
If you want to join in please don’t refrain
just hop on aboard the crazy train.

We’re throwing a white party, be prepared.
There are buckles and straps but don’t be scared.
It’s often a comfort to be ensnared
so come on aboard, you’re double dog dared.

The weirder you are the better you’ll fit
but corruption’s our fav we must admit.
There is no expectation to commit
but your personality just may split.

There will be party hats and games galore,
the psyche’s a labyrinth you’ll want to explore.
Here is where crazy is allowed to soar,
let it loose to boogie on the dance floor.

The joint will be jumping so windows are locked
by that little fact I’m sure you’re not shocked.
The food and drinks will forever be stocked
and this is one place you’ll never be mocked.

The ride may be bumpy that you can trust.
There are ups and downs and maybe disgust,
and when there is someone that must combust
the rest will gather to settle the dust.

So come on aboard the crazy express
and leave behind all of life’s daily stress.
Think of it as your inner child’s recess
I’m there most of the time, I must confess.
©MDO


Thursday, March 25, 2010

Toxic Pools

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A sink with a slow leak
may never reach its peak
but the consequences will sneak
leading to outcomes that are bleak.

With the right plug the water will rise,
it may leave a stain right where it lies.
When it’s too late they’ll notice the cries
and they’ll fix that leak if they are wise.

The problem is not everyone knows
or wants to stop it so it just grows.
Eventually it overflows,
it’s the procrastination I suppose.

The key is having all the right tools
to fix any of those leaks and drools.
People who wait too long are the fools
that are left to dredge through toxic pools.
©MDO

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing Take Heed

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Way up above in this mountain so high
it’s a nice fruity Chianti for my owl friend and I
as we await the latest fall fashion line to go by.
When what is it that our wondrous eyes do spy,
a little boy who was smiling but now just may cry.
We mean him no harm for we’re no longer spry
and we have much better taste than chubby boy pie.
The taste buds did water, I really can’t lie
but there’s a soft spot in our hearts for the poor little guy
so we’ll put him at ease, or at least we’ll try.

Billy the goat, he watched from behind
and no one really knew what he had in mind.
For you see the goat aren’t always the friendly kind
which can put everyone in an uncomfortable bind.
However on this day he had previously dined
so neither the boy nor the sheep were any prized find.
He was rather intrigued by the way that they veined
up the mountain side as they traveled their daily grind.
Then he remembered of the days, for which he pined,
back when he was young and the trails he would wind.

As the boy moved closer we thought up a rhyme,
what better way to spend our fine time.
We’d recite it with glee and there’d be no crime
and he should be honored; it wouldn’t cost him a dime.
The closer he’d get the slower he’d climb,
there was just no doubt that he felt we were slime
or the scum of the Earth lower than grime.
But we were anxious to share our words, so sublime
for they were quite grand, we were in our prime.
We agreed that I’d speak, goat and owl… they’d mime.

Do you like good, fishy lox?
Do you like them in a box?
Would you eat them from a fox?
Would you eat them wearing socks?
Could you do it on beach docks?
If the fox had chicken pox?
Could you while kneeling on some rocks?
Or if the fox just talks and talks?
Are you skilled, can you do it on walks?
Or is all this nonsense cause you like jocks?

I still see you standing there my child,
I thought the questions were rather mild
but you're stuck in pose and your eyes are wild.
I promise you that my claws have been filed.
I must admit that by you I’m beguiled
as you cower there while your thoughts are compiled.
I could have sworn that it was you that smiled
as I stood on this path with my outfit so styled
but now I’m feeling just impatiently riled
cause behind wafts a stench from what you’ve piled.

It was only the sheep I was trying to lure up here.
Yes the ones that you hide there at your rear.
They make better clothing than the deer
as you see by my current fabulous gear.
So bring them up closer to me as I leer
I don’t see well from a far, so come near.
I promise I’ll let you leave, you need not fear
a deal is a deal and we’ll make it perfectly clear.
Just as long as you come visit each year
and bring with you all the wooly sheep you steer.

The boy was still shaky but to that he agreed
and then he continued on with some feisty speed.
You’d almost believe he were on a great steed
with the way in which he gallantly fleed.
He did manage quite nicely to keep his lead
for guiding the sheep was his only deed.
And me, I ended up with some rather nice tweed
I took the sheep at the end, without too much greed.
The moral of the story though is the wise will succeed
for the next time around the boy brought a stampede.
©MDO

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Spurned by Porn



Porn glorious porn
Enticing in its lackluster
What boy can deny
Watching as they shoot their cluster

It’s natural we know
Even some girls do enjoy it
But behind closed doors
Only if you can afford it

10 minutes or less
You bought it, you watched it, you owe
A big three hundred
So I hope you enjoyed the show

Money does not grow
Unlike your little ding-a-ling
So now you must pay
With things that won’t make it go schwing

A basement to clean
A garage and a shed house too
You’re at my command
And no more spanking to porn for you

You’ll now work it off
Unless you get yourself a job
You’ll do what I say
And I don’t want to hear you sob

So in the future
When you think that you feel the need
Go behind closed doors
With some lotion to spill your seed
©MDO


Friday, February 19, 2010

Inner Strength

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If you poke me do I not bleed?
It’s the line that became a seed
birthing the words now being freed
so read them closely and take heed.

Most of us look strong from the outside
but weakness can be easy to hide.
Within us all is a sense of pride
but it can come and go like the tide.

The body’s a temple this is true,
much stronger than just rubber and glue.
It protects what’s inside me or you
but there are things that make their way through.

Words can be the biggest enemy
they can get inside you easily.
Then like a tapeworm they grow with glee
feeding from emotional debris.

They attach themselves and hold on tight
for they know that there will be a fight.
The good words come to provide the light
that’s needed for the soul to ignite.

The sad news is there’s more bad than good
people don’t always say what they should.
Often they are just misunderstood
with their slight jab like splintering wood.

Take the words in and let them digest
but you make the rules and can protest.
You are the one that knows yourself best
so you can prevent being possessed.

It’s not true that the world is cruel,
it’s people that provide that fuel,
so gather up your strength and duel
then you’ll find your protection jewel.
©MDO


Thursday, February 18, 2010

Trust

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It all boils down to trust
Not an option, it’s a must
If it’s not there you’ll be cussed
And left to take in my dust

It’s a complicated weave
Being formed when you deceive
And it’s true that I will grieve
But just know I will still leave

Be you friend or family
It don’t matter much to me
It’s still the same rules you see
If I can’t trust I will flee

I may be there physically
It’s my heart that will not be
I may be there mentally
But in my mind I am free

Please don’t think that I’m na├»ve
Or that I’ll cry on your sleeve
I am strong, you must believe
And my love you won’t retrieve

Our relationship will rust
Feelings of the past a bust
And although we may adjust
We will never have pure trust
©MDO

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Child Inside

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Age is but a number,
you’re only as old as you feel.
In my mind I’m riding
an industrial strength big wheel.

I peddle through life’s mazes
to find a treasure at the end.
They seem to take forever
with a challenge at every bend.

Little awards are given
as I go about my way.
Sometimes it takes some searching
to find that needle in the hay.

At times I take a detour,
call me crazy or insane,
but I imagine candy land
and my maze is sugar cane.

I go around and sample
a little of everything
to see what strikes my fancy
and what makes my soul just sing.

You look at me and think you see
a middle aged, white female
but deep inside there lives a child
who sees age as just a detail.
©MDO




Monday, January 4, 2010

Personal Inauguration

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Memories and feelings stream in saltwater trails
Relieving the psychosomatic constipation
Like a perfectly aged, fine wine being uncorked
Releasing the pressure, its final salvation

The fountains of time encapsulated within
Shielding the castle with its moat like aberration
All the pennies of wishes collected inside
Just help to solidify its strong foundation

Years of decisions not always carefully made
Are what always fertilized the plantation
And solutions on how to keep moving forward
Keeps life rotating in its evolving formation

The grapes of life manage to continually grow
The good choices made becoming their gestation
And when they aren’t harvested to be used at their peak
There’s no waste, they become raisins in hibernation

As time goes on the walls begin to crumble down
No longer securing the valued isolation
But everything throughout has been used all along
To help you through this personal excavation

It’s a journey of life that we all must take
A personal well-being inauguration
Over bodies of water released from within
That simply prevented any coagulation
©MDO


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