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No Escape

by: RJ

There are thoughts that keep me awake at night

And keep me absent-minded in the day --

Gliding on a golden field, endless heaps of hay

Thoughts about what is and what was,

But never of what could be.

They haunt me of a past long gone and never will be,

They nag me of a present so persistent, a routine that I always see.

They remind me of a palpable sign,

Of shackles that bind me here,

In a place where wishes are bane and hopes are nil.

I climb so high, I fly, I sigh

I stumble yet again in this effervescent sky

I lift my arms and reach as high as I can

But I hear weeping and wailing from where I began

This dream I write, forget this I might

These thoughts I hold, it numbs my soul,

It's so cold, I feel old

In May whisperings, "strengthen thy heart", I was told

So I flutter, I mutter..

But when I utter, I stutter

Hard as I grasp every word, every syllable and letter

I am left without tomorrow, the future no brighter

Be banished you drifter! Rot away you squanderer!

Know that time is no kinder to neither miser nor spender

So I slouch, pretend to nap

Barely a moment's passed

I snicker, I snap!

Not a pen was moved, not a firefly in sight

As I hold on tearfully and oh so fearfully tight

To these thoughts that keep me awake...

And kept me awake tonight.

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I am a Purist Blogger

(a blogger's creed, by: RJ Marmol)

I am a purist blogger, I write original content.

I do not scrape from people's blogs.

I give credit where it is due, I link back "no unfollow".

I generally don't get paid to blog.

But when I do, I disclose, always.

I am a purist blogger, I do not spam.

I do not send readers to unsafe links.

I do not cram my pages with ads, but with quality content.

I am a purist blogger.

I am not after your hits, I am after your hearts.

I am not after your traffic, I am after your respect.

I do not criticize just for the heck of it.

I do not blog anonymously just so I can malign people.

When I criticize, I sign my name -- the real one.

I have accountability and responsibility for what I write.

What I write, I own.

What I own, I protect.

I am a purist blogger.

I do not deceive my readers.

When I'm selling something, I tell them.

When it's an opinion I write, I warn them.

I am a purist blogger.

I intend to contribute to the discussion, not confound it.

I intend to build  communities, not destroy them.

I write for my readers, I write for myself.

Some will read me, some won't.

Some will love me, some won't.

Some will praise me, some will attack me.

But because I'm a purist blogger, I will keep on blogging.

I will write, and blog, and write.

I am a purist blogger.

And to all the world, let it be  known,

In this vast cyberspace that is my home.

I blog assured that I am not alone.

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Photo by p0ps HarlowThis is an ode to the complexities and contradictions that make up the lives of fathers and husbands and the enduring love for them of their daughters and wives.

To all the Fathers and Husbands out there, Happy Father's Day!

There Is Love
by: RJ

In that stern look,
Reciting countless threats of what not to touch,
Of what not to do, of what not to say.
No matter how sharp those eyes seem to be,
Even those windows to your soul betray you.
It shows me something else.
It shows me there is love.

In that heartbreaking comment,
That I look too thin now or too fat then,
That I look awful in my make-up,
That my perfume leaves a mind-numbing scent,
Even those words in your mouth betray you.
It tells me something else.
It tells me there is love.

In that fiery attack at my opinions
That I sound so stupid, so childish, so naive,
That I do not think as well as you
Or that I never will be as good as you..

Even those sentiments you keep hid in your heart betray you.
Because I feel something else.
I feel there is love.

For beyond your look are the eyes that I miss
Beyond your words are the lips I long to kiss,
Beyond your thoughts are the plans that I ardently wish,
And beyond this life is a love I can call my bliss.

So go ahead and give me that look
Pierce through my soul, cut within,
And while you're at it, Why not burn it, peel this skin?
Grip my heart so tight, crush it with all your strength
Take its life in the very palm of your unforgiving hand
Say the meanest words you can ever come up with
Make up stories, mock me with your melodies
Do your best. And hey, do your worst.

For there is nothing I fear now.
There is nothing I feel,
There is nothing I see,
And there is nothing I long for
But to take this love of yours, catch it and bottle it up
Chain it, bury it and keep it for all its worth,

Because no matter what you do
And no matter how I think
It hits me with something else
It hits me with such powerful contradiction.
It hits me with sorrowful happiness,
With an unmistakable mix of inexplicable emotions
That proves to me -- time and again
That you are, after all -- all love.

You may be the puzzle I can never put together,
The equation I will never figure out,
The song I can never sing in perfect tune,
Yet one touch is all it takes,
I die in ecstasy in your warm embrace,
And I know in an instant, oh I know it too well
There is great love deep within you
There is love where you are
And I resolve to live and die perplexed
Under its irresistible spell.

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How Would You Want To Die, Dear?

by: rj

You've always told me it's not a matter of "how" you die, it's just a matter of "when"

If that is true, my love, will you answer a question for me then?

If "how" is not important, then it doesn't matter if one ordinary day, you get run over by a truck?

Or while driving fast on the highway, see a blinding light, collide with another vehicle and run out of luck?

Then it doesn't matter if, while you're sleeping, you're astral projection doesn't come back

And your soul gets lost forever, looking and looking, but never get back on track? Continue reading →

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Lie To Me

by: rj

I am clever. Too clever for comfort, so they say. I can smell a lie from miles away. But, oh I love the way you lie to me in the break of day. It's as if it's always the first of May.

I believe everything you say until your mouth runs dry. It feels so good to know that you want me so much that you try. Lie to me dear, as many times as you want, I don't mind. You know I will believe you, all the reasons I will find. Continue reading →

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