Teresa.
I've wrote my name in wet cement, been naughty at a drive in movie, finally fell asleep with someone that I love, swam bottom naked in a public swimming pool under the lifeguard, toilet papered the principal’s house. Peed off a hotel balcony in Daytona, played strip poker in a friends basement in my high school years with her parents upstairs playing TV bingo and tipped cows [it’s not as easy as you think].
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Martin Luther King Jr.'s Other Dream?
Here I am, shameful isn't it?
This Blog is where I intended to put up some of my prose and/or poetry. Why? I’m not quite sure. Catharsis seems to be a prominent, reoccuring theme in my life... so I guess that’s why's I’ve created it. To experience catharsis, which seems to have a healing effect on my psyche.
Here goes one...
I’m trying to think about you.
But all I think about is her.
How you never cease to arouse a lost soul like mine amazes me.
It's in the sultry dance your eyes have done, when no one was looking.
"For your eyes only," you seemed to indicate.
And sometimes I found it in the temperate yet impactful way your hand grazed mine.
But often times, latley, I find it in the most lucid, torrid dreams, where the lust is thick and lingering in the air, and where you present yourself as the most beautiful phantom I have ever seen.
And how unfortunate I feel to know my dreams are not my reality.
When I wake up, I am presented with nothing but remnants of your taste, dancing on my lips--taunting and teasing me to no end...
And how gut wrenching it is to know that my dreams are not our reality, because unforgettable is your ambrosial smell stained all over my aching skin.
December 2007.
Teresa.
Here goes one...
I’m trying to think about you.
But all I think about is her.

How you never cease to arouse a lost soul like mine amazes me.
It's in the sultry dance your eyes have done, when no one was looking.
"For your eyes only," you seemed to indicate.
And sometimes I found it in the temperate yet impactful way your hand grazed mine.
But often times, latley, I find it in the most lucid, torrid dreams, where the lust is thick and lingering in the air, and where you present yourself as the most beautiful phantom I have ever seen.
And how unfortunate I feel to know my dreams are not my reality.
When I wake up, I am presented with nothing but remnants of your taste, dancing on my lips--taunting and teasing me to no end...
And how gut wrenching it is to know that my dreams are not our reality, because unforgettable is your ambrosial smell stained all over my aching skin.
December 2007.
Teresa.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
AMEN!

Dear friends,
I think I'm out of my rut. I've had so many issues this past year. I heard this song on the radio and related to it immediately. It sings of a person asking our Lord if strength can be found within ones self. It gives me strong inspiration and more power to know that I have the strength. Something I had all along but never seen it. If we walked around happy all the time we wouldn't learn anything. Thank you my Lord [and Supertramp].
Supertramp – Breakfast in America - Lord Is It Mine
I know that there's a reason why I need to be alone.
You show me there's a silent place that I can call my own.
Is it mine, Oh! Lord is it mine?
You know I get so weary from the battles in this life,
and as many times it seems that you're the only hope in sight.
Is it mine, Oh! Lord is it mine?
When everything's dark and nothing seems right,
there's nothing to win, and there's no need to fight.
I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land,
but it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand.
Is it mine, Oh! Lord is it mine?
When everything's dark and nothing seems right.
You don't have to win, and there's no need to fight.
If only I could find a wayto feel your sweetness through the day.
The love that shines around me could be mine.
So give us an answer, won't you.
We know what we have to do.
There must be a thousand voices trying to get through.
"Nobody can give away your feelings and nobody can take them away"
~My quote~
Teresa.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Have you ever?

Have you ever picked up a penny for luck when it was heads down? Have you really opened your eyes? Have you sang to someone even though you knew you were off key and it didn't matter? Have you ever been in a hot air balloon, walked in the path of a black cat? Have you ever woke up in the morning when you were a kid and try to stuff all the candy you dreamed about under your pillow before you opened your eyes? Have you ever blown a kiss to the full moon or been in the country to really see the stars? Passed a high school exam just a few marks above grade? Do you know what Do Doo Run Run means? Do you remember 8 Tracks in Fords? Have you ever kisses a boo-boo to make a child laugh all better through tears? Have you ever tried to pull a rainbow from Never Neverland? Do you see how dreams can shine or have Clowns to the Left of you and Jokers to the right? Do you think it's just unfair to the person you are saying sorry too because you were forced to say it? Have you ever placed your eyes on someone/something so ugly and not passed judgement because you knew that no one else would care a pleasant glance? Have you had true love? Have you ever looked into some else's eyes and seen love even if they didn't ever say it? Have you ever felt that you loved so much that you feel their very existence relied on the love you gave away? Have you ever woke up in the morning and just smiled because you had love in your heart? Have you ever sang out loud in the shower or wore someone else's feelings on your sleeve because you knew it would make them feel better? Do you know that you don't mess around with Jim [Jim Croce thingy]. Have you ever felt that you truly love?
Well then...put out your hand and list to port and expose your heart. It's a brand new year.
Happy New year my dear ones[and the other ones too].
Teresa.
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