Fallen Angel

He was no angel

but neither was I

He promised the universe,

Sun, sea, and sky

His head in the clouds

for most of the day

He asked my opinion

and then went HIS way.

 

The days went by quickly

the nights far too fast

Our love life was raunchy

but doomed not to last

We both made a promise

that HE failed to keep

With wide open eyes

I fell far too deep.

 

And now that he’s gone

I look back with a smile

For while our love lasted

‘twas best by a mile

but ladies be warned

please be careful when choosing

for the best sex on earth

can be terribly bruising!

Confabulate – Friday’s Word of the Day

We’ve all confabulated at times, some more than others. There are scary confabulators though. I think you all know who I mean.

Thanks to Kat for this wonderful Word of the day.

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Today’s Word of the Day on Dictionary.com, Confabulate, is an interesting word for our times. Basically, it means to talk casually, converse or chat. It originated in 1610’s, from confabulatus,  past participle of Latin confabulari  “to converse together,” from com-  “together” (see com- ) + fabulari “to talk, chat, “from fabula “a tale” (see fable ).

It has a second meaning though, coined in psychological circles in 1924, that has found its way into our current dialog. Wikipedia offers a comprehensive look:

Confabulation is a disturbance of memory, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive. Wikipedia goes on to explain, people who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from “subtle alterations to bizarre fabrications”, and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.

There are several theories related to confabulation but one that caught my attention is the theory that…

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Traveled

Quite how Owen knows so much about me I have no idea, but he’s crafted my story brilliantly!

No Talent For Certainty

So many things he thought he’d see
And do have come unraveled;
It’s not how far he’s gone that counts,
It’s where and when he’s traveled

For though his route was pure and planned,
He ended up on detours,
And went the way he had to go:
That path, his only recourse —

The glamor he once sought is gone.
Down dusty roads, and graveled,
The few who knew him will recall:
That’s just the way
He traveled

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Elysian

This post by Chris Nicholas is well worth reading (right to the end!)

If you are someone who struggles to accept people who are different: try.
You just might learn something new, or even help to make the world a better or safer place.

Love is love. Human is human. And regardless of what some may wish to believe; we are equal. We are all valued. And we all connected.

The Renegade Press

Milk and honey have different colours, but they share the same house peacefully.

  • African proverb

One of the most defining moments of my admittedly short writing career came on December 20th, 2014 when I received my first death threat from a reader. The threat, received via email, was in response to an article I had written which drew comparisons between religious intolerance and a criminological model known as the Broken Windows Theory. Throughout the post, I suggested that the constant defamation of an ideology through misrepresentation and bigotry damages an individual’s perception of a subculture, and creates a rift in our society.

To illustrate my point, I spoke of the Islamic faith and the unjust insinuation that it is a religion defined by violence. I compared acts perpetuated by extremists as stones hurled through the windows of a beautiful monument in an attempt to damage its image and cheapen…

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Saturday Smiles

A political lesson from Raili Tanska. I don’t know the lady, but she seems to have a great pedigree, and she certainly brings a smile to my weekend!

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I don’t often venture into politics on my blog,

but this one is a must share.

Thanks Pam  😀

The New Political Symbol:

THE NEW POLITICAL SYMBOL IS THAT OF A CONDOM, because it more accurately reflects the Politicians stance…. A condom allows for inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of dicks, and gives you a sense of security while you’re actually being screwed! Damn, it just doesn’t get more accurate than that!

 Given I’ve started I may as well continue on with the politics 

A Larry Hardiman definition

 “Politics” is derived from the words “poly” meaning “many”, and “tics” meaning “blood-sucking parasites.”

A few words of wisdom from George W Bush

  • I think war is a dangerous place.
  • Rarely is the question asked: is our children learning?
  • They misunderestimated me.
  • Information is moving. You know, nightly news is one way, of course, but it’s also moving through…

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Golden Age Truths

How many of these apply to you? I guarantee that there are more than a few!

A Simple, Village Undertaker

  1. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
  2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.Unknown
  3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
  4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
  5. How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
  6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
  7. Map Quest or Google Maps really need to start their directions on #5.  I’m  pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
  8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
  9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
  10. Bad decisions make good stories.
  11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment when you know that you just aren’t going to do…

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Twittering Tale #44 – 7 August 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

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Looking up, it saw a huge green eye.

It wasn’t the usual lady; it liked her body odour.

This one was pungent and rancid. Not nice at all!

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