Lori’s MPD post.
I tried to snooze earlier, but it’s not been working too successfully. So I’ve spent some time toddling around different blogs and adding to my WA bloggers collection. I know I will have to get off my ass and go to the next blogger meetup. There’s alot to think about when doing the meetup thing - how tired i am due to work since I do 2 jobs still, and mixing it with other activities like sleeping, eating and doing my washing. So please welcome to my blogging fold: Twisted Hampster; not the west; Whispering loudly. I don’t seem to have enough chicky bloggers listed so I’ll be looking for more women from Perth to add to it.
I am listening to some Leonard Cohen today whilst staring at this blog entry and putting it together, the melancholy in his music I can appreciate.
TAKE THIS LONGING
Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein,
and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always want again.
Your beauty lost to you yourself just as it was lost to them.
Oh take this longing from my tongue, whatever useless things these hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down like you would do for one you love.
Your body like a searchlight my poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity until you cry, “Now you must try my greed.”
And everything depends upon how near you sleep to me
Just take this longing from my tongue all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down like you would do for one your love.
Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed,
I stand in ruins behind you, with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.
I love to see you naked over there especially from the back.
Oh take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done,
untie for me your hired blue gown, like you would do for one that you love.
You’re faithful to the better man, I’m afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair in this very room where I have sentenced
mine to death. I’ll even wear these old laurel leaves that he’s shaken from his head.
Just take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done,
let me see your beauty broken down, like you would do for one you love.
Like you would do for one you love.
End
I feel kind of alone/isolated at the moment due to some stuff I can’t really discuss on here, which shits me. I prefer not to censor myself, otherwise I’m not true to my principals. Heh. What are those? I think perhaps that’s what I am thinking about the most. I had to do something really hard today - when being responsible, but the flak it will cause - will produce alot of heartache.
I removed a friend’s blog from my list at his request because it caused too much trouble this week. Once again, blogs getting people into trouble, not necessarily doocing - but personal issues.
Someone sent me this pic today, and I post it in celebration of International talk like a pirate day today.
So in salute to the day, I say this to those who may annoy me
Avast!!!! Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I feel like I sit in a bubble at times, that I am naive and believe the best in everyone, and then find that I will be disappointed because they say or do something. Mum used to call it the pollyanna syndrome - everything was ok and perfect. I can see how I picked it up from her, living at home was like that, on the surface everything looked like it was sane, but in reality it was chaos with a veneer of organisation and peace on the top. If I were to stop thinking that everything was fixable, how would my world view change?
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