My! Aren't you just little Ms. Sunshine!

BTW, that's a great video!

I'm trying right now to do the dance Kate does in that vid. I'm not succeeding:(

mm hm mine too.

that is the doppelganger angle. the wuthering heights angle.

that is the nature of a soul in transition, from
1. life to death
or 2. life to everlasting life.

desert.
doubt.
doubt is the source of all sorrow, stygian or otherwise.
but: across the vast wasteland
is always a voice, a comrade, a
soulmate, a friend, a presence.....

we must all of map this universal desert together,
fearing nothing
except: ha: "inappropriateness"

nothing is ever inappropriate except in Satan's realm.
Satan is nothing more than self-righteousness
and doubt born therefrom.

"if i am bad then everyone is." is what is reflected in this
mirror, which busted the moment you discovered
that this is false. And a sin.

Watch your toes! Cracked glass hurts...

Thank you for that Mr. Sunshine! Your name belies the depth of your intellect, methinks.

I would love to see you do Kate's dance. That's a toughie, since she's trained in ballet. Gosh, she's such a quirky, beautiful heroine of mine.

Your piece fit me perfectly this evening.

"Whipped by a chill wind of despair"

Sister, right on.

thank you. everything i say and do belies my intellect, alas,
which is as wide as a smile
and narrow as a scientific treatise
denying the human soul

the desert has alot of spots where the green grows...
find water there

Thanks Beth. I try giving the taste of brown sugar, but get only vinegar in return. I wouldn't mind not having Kate's moves if only I had her eyes.

And Mr. Sunshine, again, thank you. You're going on my favorites list.

**Crying real tears**

So beautiful!!

You've been in the liquor cabinet again haven't you?

**Wanders off stage, crying**

Mock me, go ahead, it's no more than I'd expect. Cocksucker.

I LOVE YOU!!!

MORE THEN LIFE ITSELF!!!

**SMOOCH**

Never saw Kate before - she's as hypnotic to watch as her ethereal voice is to listen to.

Trying to imagine you doing the Kate dance...

I've heard that before Tink. Fool me once, shame on me...

Myriad; Kate is a goddess.

I'm so sorry. Please PM me if you need to talk or...anything.

This is stunning. My soul too knows the coyote of despair; it's as if we share the same malaise. Please be better soon, and know that you're not alone in your suffering.

i relate so closely to the coyotes of decay..

It's the decay that gets me. I mean, why even buy a pear if it's going to be rotten the next day? Things fall apart, the center cannot hold and stuff.

Rotting and tattered. It's as if maggots were bursting out of the seams between the Giants' football armor. Or are they a baseball team?

This is so powerful, it touches me deeply. love and HUGS XXOO

stellaa happiness is one thing, Gloating is another. shine on.

The ability to gloat is what distinguishes us from animals.

Exactly Exodus 3:99.2

"For verily, the udders of the sheep of the Canaanites did fill with corruption, and the Lord was pleased."

Exactly.

The pain here is palpable. Exactly like the udders on a Canaanite's sheep.

Thank you for that Veronica. I've found that my congregation, a local variant on the Church of the Pentecost, (Reformed) Snakehandlers, gets me by on most days, though sometimes I turn to more profane avenues of relief.

You're a beautiful person Veronica, and I thank you for caring.

IQV; your abusive PM was in part the inspiration for this post. That you'd write such filth to someone with Seasonal Affective Disorder is a poor reflection on your morality, yet it's no more than I'd expect from a Canadian.

"On the moors of lonliness". Lass you do so know of what you speak. I am there with you. This Hell, this horror, this life is pain and blood. Were that we could change, charge, end this life. I am done yet must not die, I have responsibilities (or so THEY say) and promises to keep before I lie down and let slip this mortal coil. I will discharge my duties, yet when such work is finished I will go away and know that Hell awaits.
Rated.

Scylla; you understand. Thank you.

IQV; though I'm tempted to take you at face value, We've heard you're not really from Canada at all. Your duplicity makes me want to vomit, though if I'm wrong I'll publicly re-ingest my ejectimenta.

Tomreedtoon: fuck you in the nose.

If this has anything to do with Marguerite Arnold, or Ablonde and I, I suggest you get over it.
At 54 seconds, K. Bush grows horns like yours.
Gee, I didn't know you could write. R.

As well ...

It sickens me that you'd drag Marguerite into this, let alone Ablonde. They're both strong, independent women who share little aside from a thirst for justice and fairly hot avatars. For shame!

It's a bit off-topic, but I need to clarify my last comment. Ablonde and Marguerite certainly have fairly hot avatars, but by no means did I mean to imply that the're searching for hot avatars. They've each one of them shown, by their c0nduct if not by their stated intent, that they're not interested in using Open Sal0n as some sort of bastardized version of eHarmony. Amen.

Who knew a poet lurked inside your shrewish shell?

Great stuff! Dug the video too...

Poetry, no matter how Stygian, is a hard sell at OS.

A nice attack post... now that is what we crave!

But who, in these fallen times, is worthy of attack? The right wingers are too easy, and many of the most egregious OS asshats are no more. Present company excepted.

Drew, you rarely disappoint... this was well written and well defended I'd love to meet you in reality as long as you didn't kick my ass.

jay

Are you threatening me?

who's threatening you? we shall get up a damn armada
and sail to their shores
and burn their villages
and sail home with all their good stuff,
which we shall steal!

Stygian poetry is a hard sell on OS..

I miss you. A lot.

xxxx

Drew-silla
After you left this post to a post I had made,

"The moment a political discussion isn't worth following anymore is when people start quoting scripture. Tommy T, your enthusiasm is admirable, but your profound ignorance is a disgrace. Please attempt to educate yourself".

I had to see what you were about. Now I know why you do not like scripture and you like darkness. Sometimes we have to risk the dark to see the light.

Jesus is the light and you will find a renewed joy in your soul. Drew-silla, you do not have to live a life of bondage and darkness. Jesus loves you as much as me or anyone else, just talk to Him at least, give Him a chance. Jesus offers eternal life to everyone who asks. I realize it is your personal choice and we all choose our own roads to walk through life. Only one road leads to everlasting life and that road is there for the choosing. The other road is a long, lonely and painful road with nothing to look forward to.

With Jesus by your side, you can take on anything Satan tries to throw at you, and throw it right back at him. You can have a life of joy, not that life is going to be easy, but you will have a brand new outlook on life through Jesus. You would be an awesome witness for Christ in helping people who are walking the road that you walked.

It takes a stronger man or woman to admit their love for Christ and follow Him, than it does to deny Christ and walk in the world.

Matthew 10:22
22All men will hate you because of Me, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved.
That scripture is very true, just mention the name of Jesus and people will go ballistic. People will let you down, Jesus never will.

I mean no disrespect here, just wanted to let you know Jesus is there for you, if you want.

Thank you Veronica, I'm glad you liked it. I'll definitely beep you before the swash hits the buckle.

Rita, I find that Stygian poetry is even harder than the normal kind. It took me ages to find the pic of a dead rose, and I wasn't sure if the poem should be a villanelle or a tanka, so I just let the Prozac wear off and it wrote itself.

Mr. Sunshine, I may have misconstrued Jay's comment, but that's no reason to forego the plundering. Your plan reminds me of the Mooninites on "Aqua Teen Hunger Force." Not that I've ever watched it, television being the devil's vulgarian playground and what not.

Natalie!!!!! Me too:(

And Tommy, thank you for coming by. Your sincerity and kindness does you credit.

Indeed! Tommy t has it just right....
i mentioned the name of jesus to my halloween chia-pet
and next day she was as bald as the day she arrived in her package.
All those short and curly green sprouts lying on the counter, withered,
next to the dove dishwashing detergent...

this pirate ship thing, which veronica dreamt up, not me...
it should be a "pirates for jesus" kinda thing, i think.
I know damn well he loves me,
and i don't see what he would have against pirate vixens,
theologically. Or even morally.
Hit and runs on the fat & happy, our merry ship.

best, mr sunshine, a bit sun-poisoned perhaps..?

"Magdalene" works for me. We're going to need cabin boys though, and grog, whatever grog is. I'll ask Zumalicious, a.k.a Xenonlit; she's Queen of the OS Pirate Wimmin.
And Mr. Sunshine; you need a nice wide-brimmed hat, and maybe some sunscreen, or you'll bake your medulla oblongata.

Veronica, your avatar is most...becoming. Have you ever considered a career in art films?

Unfortunately, drew, aint no hat
wide brimmed enuf for me...
Cabin boys are to be acquired post-haste,but
we must first make sure they like girls....i have no test for that,
presently...(can u offer help?)
NOT to say we don't need boy-loving cabin boys,
as this is a bit of a Noah's ark we ar e building..

i am just worried about the gals, as usual...

anyway...grog is no problem...grog is the purview of the
Blessed Goddess, the same one who intervened with Jesus
and turned that wedding's water into wine...
so: i am saying all we need is seawater. The Goddess
owes me , so she will make the Transfiguraton and
anything ya want is on tap.

(i may try that jaegermeister all the young people talk about)

Naturally, i occupy the Captain's cabin,
in the far recesses of the ship...
a 10 by 10 foot room is all i ask...
plus a closet for my hat.

I want women crewing this ship....
or womanish men...or menish women...
as long as
the Goddess is pleased..
............................................
(consult me only in emergency, please)
( i shall navigate with my magic maps)

Trey, Veronica's not interested in your "art films." She's a nice girl you creep.

Mr. Sunshine, you're in charge of scoring the grog then. And by all means, we need diversity in the ranks of our cabin boys. The main thing is that they're not averse to wearing lacy little French maid outfits.

mmmm...well i have several candidates in mind, and none of them
are trans- averse,
worry not.
In fact, if the stalwart heterosexuals i also got in mind for you
get enuf of the Goddess's grog, then who knows what'll happen...
but
remember...it would take an infinite amount of Grog
to make me mistake my most manly duties
and masquerade as as a woman...

my Manly duty is to make the voyage enjoyable
for you ladies, and for the men who can catch the vibe...

i shall never surrender my black male garb.

Thank God winter is here and i can don
my long black coat.

Your hostility is misplaced Drew, yet oddly arousing. And there's room in the world of art films for nice girls as well as the other kind; there's a fetish market for that sort of thing actually.

sad poet.

jesus you gals and your combativeness.

kiss & make the f... up would you?

smart funny whole girls
are not a thing to be lost to the goddess En vy

Congratulations IQ; I had to Google "lability." The coyotes of decay never rest, but thank you for your kind words, even if they're underlain with a certain loucheness.

Trey, how is your agouti these days?

And Mr. Sunshine, please keep being you.

Cyril; you don't know the half of it.

Ben is a capybara, not an agouti. He's as affectionate as ever, though not as agile as he used to be.

oh goddess help ya if yr new bff
is the incomparable veronica, the last girl
to go to the Table of Elders and
take on her mantle of adult Femalehood...
she had a medical release from that horrible encounter,
thank Goddess,
then never
got around to being a full bitchgoddess...
she got notices in the mail
but never responded cuz she was too intent on some
hard feminine injuntion saying she must never
lose touch with the golden Female..

poor her..she has alot of fines and tax bills
to sort through as she makes her way back to Innocence..

(i have no choice in not being me...i was raised well. and hard.
by women.)

poor gal.

Mr. Sunshine, I wouldn't go so far as to call IQ a bitch goddess. She's Canadian, sure, but she usually isn't this abusive.

she is just hurt , in some way.
as the Last Boy Standing \
on the playground,
after all the othe boys have
gone off to withered and prey-ridden pastures,
watching their football and their homoerotic images
splashed across the technology their gonads yearn,

i see the little girls still squabbling over the meaning
of what was said yesterday, and the day before,
parsing sentences like those containing *Truly*...

silly girls, never to be that ship of
hard feminine wisdom i yearn to spot on the horizon

as i wend my silly foppish male way
on the seas of
perfect-storms=-threatened
and never
given.

why not a perfect storm of racial sexual hatred
to doom us all once and for all? Ishmael-like
i will never not be the lone
survivor..

Little girls? Sunshine, I won't presume to speak for IQ, but as a woman myself, not a girl, well, kpppfftsssspfshshfpfk.

Why indeed Veronica? E'en now, I feel the chill paw of the agouti of abandonment.

You're putting me on the spot Veronica. I have a fairly rigorous but simple definition of friendship. For me, a friend is someone you can count on, no matter what; in that respect they're on the same level as family, at least those members of my family who aren't dipshits. Someone who'll bail you out of jail when you need it; someone who'll help you when you're moving, even though they really really don't want to; someone who'll listen to you when you need them to, and who you know will have your back, even when it's not convenient for them; someone who's seen your at your best and your worst, but doesn't judge you or expect you to be anyone but who you are; that's what a friend is. I believe that we're given only a limited number of real friends in our lifetime, and that some people go from the cradle to the grave never having a single one. Now, within that definition, there's no limit on how many friends someone can have at a given time, though usually I have way more acquaintances than *friends* as such. The ones I do have I value very highly.

You had your chance IQ, there's no use trying to twist this around so that I'm the villain here. I've looked on your friends list, and you're too good for anyone but Art James. I love him too, but this rejection, on top of the coyotes and the sordid groping of that agouti, is too much to bear.

Well. My toenails are starting to look like something from "The Evil Dead." I'll pass on the wheat grass though, unless it has gin in it to counteract the vitamins.

Wait. What ? Brain damage is somehow amusing now ?
New low for OS.

Again I feel kinship with decaying coyotes, a bit afraid for that

Kim, if you're referring to my poetry, please bear in mind I was having the megrims that day, feeling as I was the clammy snout of the peccary of wretchedness.

Rita; xoxo, HUGS

This was beautiful in a deep dark way. I have known such pain and darkness. ((hug))

Never your poetry, heaven forbid.
More the sport made of the odd commenter.
Much as I might wonder which planet the person came from I think it's sometimes kinder to not leave them out to hang and drip-dry.
Some people aren't real bright is all.
You of all people know that.

Thank you Hotchixee. The armadillo of entropy never rests.

And Kim, I value all my commenters, the odder the better. Well, there are a few exceptions, but I haven't seen those folk in a while. It's almost as if they don't like me:(

I refer to myself, since that seems to be my name in the tag and I wrote something you tested the waters with in comments and I bit my tongue about and see you went the rest of the hog on but o, I'm being precious, isn't it, but after Marguerite I don't care I know for you it's an issue you feel uncomfortable about being raised in public but me I feel like I've been used. Thanks very much Df'nS, and stop pm-ing me.

ms drew-silla ... a ghostly-ethereal quality to that chick, her dancing, and the voice ... perfect, let me see that double cartwheel again ... you
mentioned the Cof P (reformed) Snake-handlers ... a snake writhing over her body was the only thing missing here ... rated ... always do
appreciate being introduced to a new bush ... lew

Your words are chosen so perfectly to depict what you are feeling. Rated.

P.S. Congrats on the PP Award.

Kim, my perhaps overly active sensitivity precludes a rational response. Your writing was the inspiration for this post, so I hope you will see it as a tribute, not an attack, though of course I'm willing to attack anyone who asks nicely enough.

Betamale; thank you, friend. Snake handling is so laden with possible double entendres that I'm left speechless...

Thank you also Rita B. What is a PP Award?

Oh my god. Congratulations on the PP Award!

Again, what the fuck is a PP Award?

Thanks for the PM Nana. As I said on Dave's post "Thank you for this. I've drawn a lot of criticism for my posts, so I can't say how affirming it is to see this kind of recognition. There are people on this list who I admire, and though I don't deserve to be in their company, I feel as if the coatimundi of concupiscence has finally been laid to rest."

Drew we've both been overly-sensitive before, although not really me so much because mostly I'm drunk, but we've muddled through, and worked things out in the past.
I do very much see this post as a tribute however twisted, however ambiguous, however cruel about people who live in other countries or are bats, and I'm prostate. Prostrate.
You deserved the PP. I hope it doesn't encourage you to write anything more though.

Kim, I can't help but feel as if some of what I've wrote in OS in the past is perhaps my fault. I will of course seek always in the future to uphold the standards inferred from my by now well-known PP Award. HUGS

{{{( Hugs)}}}

Kudos for the PP Award. Though my own blog has long languished without remark, my heart sings to see a friend getting some recognition, no matter how ill advised it may be.

Thank you all for your kind thoughts and (((hugs))). I'll be fine if this hangover goes away, though so far the Bloody Marys and NyQuil aren't working.

Good poem.

Your talent radiates from this poem, your soul cannot be dry to write such beautiful poetry.
rated with love

Enjoyed this greatly. "A cracked doppelganger Of endless solitude" and "Barbed tails dripping Droplets of Stygian sorrow" in particular are superb. Rated. Also, for next time: Advil LiquiGels - 4 of them. Works wonders.

RW, RomanticPoetess, Variant Fox, thank you. I wrote this as an experiment, so I've been surprised at the response, including the recognition from Dave Rickert. If anyone sees value in it, it wasn't a waste of time.

I was watching that video, but then I thought that my ovaries might explode. I can only take so much woman-ness and twirling in a gauzy dress.
It is a good poem.

Delia, it's wonderful to see you out here in OS-land. It is a truly appalling poem, but in that sense is a true reflection of my own inner darkness. Thank you and {{hugs}}

You might like mine on that poor soul in Iran.

Shall I disturb the universe? You write so well. Keep it up R. Added as favorite as fellow poet. //=o)

Depressing, but very good. R

I see your ghost in my eyes
wings of fire across silver skies.

My apologies for not getting back to this post sooner. Thank you all for taking the time to share your thoughts, and sorrow-laden (((hugs))) to each of you.