tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.comments2023-07-12T03:49:56.593-07:00CombatWords!Khakjaan Wessingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comBlogger599125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-91083336978487455272021-03-01T11:34:12.116-08:002021-03-01T11:34:12.116-08:00Senior dating may sound not as cool as the word “d...Senior dating may sound not as cool as the word “dating” sounded at your young years but it is great indeed. You are more mature, know what you want, and are not that capricious. Try it. <a href="https://find-awife.com/dating-near-me/" rel="nofollow">dating near me</a>Milashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09913809721932148356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-70040227537656846932012-02-05T16:17:58.994-08:002012-02-05T16:17:58.994-08:00I was supposed to hold the hands
of boys with dirt...I was supposed to hold the hands<br />of boys with dirty knees<br />But I kept cutting paper hearts<br />Until you came for me<br /><br />The gifts of all your valentines<br />Were empty as a brand<br />And I was such a giggling girl<br />Because you held my hand<br /><br />I wanted just to cheer you on,<br />to kiss you on your cheek<br />But when you came despite my pain<br />My voice was way Forpuckhttp://forpuck.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-48208942306764069002012-02-04T04:56:16.874-08:002012-02-04T04:56:16.874-08:00Sins of the Father
A new restaurant was built bes...Sins of the Father<br /><br />A new restaurant was built beside Ray’s old Texaco station. I pull into the parking lot, excited to try one of their to-go meals. I walk into the place and join the others in the corral-type line leading to the order counter. <br /><br />As I stand looking around me at the brick and stainless interior, a quote comes to me unbidden. “The sins of the fathers shall be train-whistlehttp://trainswhistle.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-1884550561445716262011-12-16T19:52:15.388-08:002011-12-16T19:52:15.388-08:00I have had bad years before and I have had very ba...I have had bad years before and I have had very bad years but this year is in a special category of bad year. In my bad years I went to funerals for friends. In my very bad years I was in the hospital. But this year, well, this year, I had dinner with a woman I love, and I knew she didn't love me, but I couldn't be sure, and even though I couldn't act on my love for her - I wouldn'Onyx Supersonicshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906677842480253216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-90469448260308864412011-11-22T19:25:13.290-08:002011-11-22T19:25:13.290-08:00Thank you for sharing.Thank you for sharing.dikviprealhttp://bb-exporting.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-40640551292519147532011-10-27T18:31:26.714-07:002011-10-27T18:31:26.714-07:00The battle ground
The field before them lay square...The battle ground<br />The field before them lay square<br />opposing sides on the same dimension<br />whispering justifications, aware<br />there price of justice, immolation<br /><br />In this world of 50/50<br />her grace the scale<br />is somewhat shifty<br />her swinging arc a tale<br /><br />myth,lies, and truth<br />despoil with inaction <br />or smote all the uncouth<br />enemy mine in Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-41275710199602113532011-10-25T11:35:15.277-07:002011-10-25T11:35:15.277-07:00the above mentioned argument could be equated to c...the above mentioned argument could be equated to corporate competition ie diet coke and diet pepsi or Mc Donalds and Burger King, the statistics of suffering in humanity might transfer nicely. Where as coke and or pepsi are inadvertently responsible for countless dental problems, obesity, and other health issues. The tricky part might come in pinning one label to anyone side (with the exception Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-89725392668722463422011-09-03T21:07:58.601-07:002011-09-03T21:07:58.601-07:00Mom died the night before. A guy from the nursing ...Mom died the night before. A guy from the nursing home called to tell me. I called the mortuary that morning. "We were wondering when we'd hear from you," the man said, as if I'd taken too much time. I had to justify myself: "They called me last night. I woke up and showered and called you as soon as I could." I suppose I can understand his position: He had a body in Onyx Supersonicshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906677842480253216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-86805292102141478142011-09-02T21:25:15.218-07:002011-09-02T21:25:15.218-07:00When my alarm clock rang at six this morning, I wo...When my alarm clock rang at six this morning, I wondered if it would still work if it fell thirty feet, so I threw it out my window. I needed to be ready for a meeting by eight, but I wanted to sleep, so I slept. My sleep was interrupted by my phone, so I shut it off. I slept until noon.<br /><br />When I got out of my bed, I considered all the men who have sex right after they wake up and then Khakjaan Wessingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-29123549619603090812011-08-21T22:58:51.422-07:002011-08-21T22:58:51.422-07:00glooms of the live oak
in
this
happy hell
almos...<b>glooms of the live oak</b><br /><br />in<br />this <br />happy hell <br />almost dawn<br />a few sips <br />of austere night<br />condense on my window<br />droplets gathering guilt close<br />forming incomplete circles<br />tidal rites and hair brushed deceptions<br />promising me shadows do not exist<br />propped up on pillows i am<br />here where my memories<br />go missing<br />tangled<br HikiMadwomanhttp://twitter.com/hikimadwomannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-34072077672667497512011-08-21T17:03:39.768-07:002011-08-21T17:03:39.768-07:00Scenes from a Hotel Room
Summer rain spatters
the...Scenes from a Hotel Room<br /><br />Summer rain spatters<br />the window, the sizzle interrupted<br />only by the distant flash and report<br />of the storm. New York is sad today;<br />heavy and dank. The lights<br />of Broadway are jealous<br />of the lightening’s brilliance<br />and their blaze seems weak<br />and desperate.<br /><br />Today is the third of my visit<br />and I know that the Steven Marty Granthttp://roomspimp.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-50192033993671423262011-08-20T12:05:02.714-07:002011-08-20T12:05:02.714-07:00Stalemate [Combatwords, August 20, 2011: Missing]
...Stalemate [Combatwords, August 20, 2011: Missing]<br /><br />Avoiding worst,<br />Dodging contact—<br />Accident contract:<br />Flawed aim,<br />Love escheated,<br /><br />Hair loss,<br />Chance; time<br />Spent drunk,<br />Computer-bound,<br />And watching<br /><br />Starlight—the most lost of all substances,<br />Seeming, not being—blurred between focuses,<br />Lost to distraction.<br /><br />Khakjaan Wessingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-9065965645705358222011-08-20T10:21:02.460-07:002011-08-20T10:21:02.460-07:00Poker Face
I don’t remember him ever staying the ...Poker Face<br /><br />I don’t remember him ever staying the night, but when I look back, I’m sure he did. Sometimes, when I was getting ready for bed, Ray knocked on the door of the apartment. On those nights, I got to stay up late. Mama took the metal coffee can full of coins off the shelf and the three of us played penny poker at the kitchen table. I wasn’t very good.<br /><br />“Sweetheart,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-56128179991867953362011-08-05T17:15:47.211-07:002011-08-05T17:15:47.211-07:00STALIN IS THE PEOPLE'S FATHER LONG LIVE NATION...STALIN IS THE PEOPLE'S FATHER LONG LIVE NATIONAL BOLSHEVISMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-39998663767497225422011-08-04T19:27:29.775-07:002011-08-04T19:27:29.775-07:00the tie in
When dominant pivotal idea entities ex...the tie in<br /><br />When dominant pivotal idea entities existing in an individuals mind construct are in direct conflict with that of the accepted ideas for the community construct(community construct is relative to the context)there exists conflict with part of the individuals mind construct internally and or externally with the community construct. To bring this back to the topic the "Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-14542276209624800392011-07-31T10:21:43.046-07:002011-07-31T10:21:43.046-07:00Can you push ideas on the masses? what are the mas...Can you push ideas on the masses? what are the masses? How do ideas evolve and or grow? Is an idea like that of a seed of plant. Where once planted, with good nourishment, and amiable environment it grows to a natural conclusion like that of of a tree or flower or weed. If such is the case what then is the environment Representative of in the realm of ideas? What would nourishment be equivalent Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-62071367140520634222011-07-31T09:24:21.206-07:002011-07-31T09:24:21.206-07:00Three generations of missing front teeth.
Hemorrha...Three generations of missing front teeth.<br />Hemorrhages in pubs. <br />A month in the Mater<br />Six weeks in Beaumont.<br />Familiar ceilings. <br />Healing processes.<br />Cirrhosis.<br />Scripts.<br />Herbal pills and cheap thrills<br />€5 everything.<br />Emigration escape routes.<br />Disability dole and pre-pay electric meters. <br />Trepanning.<br />Gingivitis.<br />Blue fuzz smoke and Nayhttp://harmlessnoise.entertainment.ienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-86965145624767966682011-07-30T21:11:32.470-07:002011-07-30T21:11:32.470-07:00They’re poisoned by their balls,
By loneliness, by...They’re poisoned by their balls,<br />By loneliness, by disco halls.<br />To touch one first must play the rules.<br />Wine and play a game of pool.<br /><br />The disco lights of green surround<br />The men in suits—adult playground.<br />Home to damage: drink your stresses,<br />Flirt, but never gain caresses.<br /><br />Chase a tinfoil dragon’s smoke to home,<br />Drink sedans and be the gnomeKhakjaan Wessingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-81500557214826339772011-07-25T14:24:26.426-07:002011-07-25T14:24:26.426-07:00Hiki +2 reminiscent of a style I used to see a lot...Hiki +2 reminiscent of a style I used to see a lot on cl from a particular writer and I think it fits well with the theme<br /><br />Seann or R toady?<br />+1 for a moment of madness at the circus and the sane perspective that was able to analyze it<br /><br />J chon obviously this is close to the heart and as such reflects in your piece. Not that I read rolling stone magazine or the like but I Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-48431961364852501912011-07-23T08:25:11.558-07:002011-07-23T08:25:11.558-07:00Mens perditus
"My dear Glaucon, good day.&qu...Mens perditus<br /><br />"My dear Glaucon, good day."<br /><br />"Ah, Socrates, good day. What is is my good fortune that errand has brought you to cross my path?" <br /><br />" Errand and the path to which it brought me here and now are in fact one and the same."<br /><br />"Yes? well I am here. Have a seat"<br /><br />" I have been wondering what Angushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15500322577187920144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-39271245816338313632011-07-23T00:21:44.995-07:002011-07-23T00:21:44.995-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.J Chonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15791945297691180752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-73592311484770327732011-07-23T00:21:12.589-07:002011-07-23T00:21:12.589-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.J Chonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15791945297691180752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-22523647427272235632011-07-22T22:57:58.036-07:002011-07-22T22:57:58.036-07:00Partisan Musth
They trumpet and rage and gnash th...Partisan Musth<br /><br />They trumpet and rage and gnash their teeth, and wildly thrash their trunks,<br />these once peaceable behemoths, now busy hurling their bulks<br />about like wrecking balls crashing through the tent poles, <br />threatening to pull the big top down with their tusks.<br />In the past, mad pachyderms were shot at once, <br />decreed too dangerous to perform their tasks. <Seann McCollumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336078093080875959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-10361214435340702012011-07-22T20:35:21.264-07:002011-07-22T20:35:21.264-07:00Grace
quiet
until she remembered you
then her ey...<b>Grace</b><br /><br />quiet<br /><br />until she remembered you<br />then her eyes<br />looking off to the side<br />her voice would slip<br />out sideways<br />sliding to her tv<br />where glow-in-the-dark <br />plastic hands prayed to jesus<br />all night long<br />her wire wrapped stories<br />would spill pink-tongued<br />from her mouth<br />full of indentured servitude<br />her arms HikiMadwomanhttp://twitter.com/hikimadwomannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-59575039194168680322011-07-19T20:56:37.292-07:002011-07-19T20:56:37.292-07:00Angus: Cute, but didn't do anything for me. 0
...Angus: Cute, but didn't do anything for me. 0<br />Toady: Some wittiness but repetitious. 0<br />Nay: ??Khakjaan Wessingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.com