Hey, Kevin

After reading your latest "Default" blog. I truly think your calling is with Acting and not Writing. To me, you have always appeared to be living in the moment...riding...running...hiking, etc. But, I feel I may have just stumbled upon the fact that you are always keeping busy, because you fear life. You fear intimacy, responsibility and failure. You run to run away from life...you ride to feel something other than pressure and stress. And I think you hike to feel a sense of accomplishment by conquering physical levels of difficulty. Your writings contain so many questions without ever finding an answer. But, You can't ever find an answer if you never look (live) for one. You claim to seek Truth, but in all actuality, you keep it behind you. You are always one step ahead of it. Intimacy is scary, but its so selfless. It's a form of communication on so many levels. You have to stick around to listen and embrace. Responsibility is scary, but it is such a confidence booster. It puts you in a rank of answers, therefore building you into a person of wealth. Lastly, no one wants to fail, but, how will you succeed if you don't fail. You have to try...you have to step up to the plate...you have to live.
Be responsible for yourself...fix your foundation and "Default" will never pertain to you. It'll just be another word and not a place.


Luv

Louie

Savior

Savior of the Mystic Garden
How Dare you Fall Asleep
How Dare you Visit other Worlds
Without my Soul to Keep

Heartless Creature of Thyne Self
Lipid Fool of Laughter
Cease the Cross Bow Word of Fire
Just Above the Rafter

Harvest in your Heart of Hearts
Platinum and Gold
Undermine the Demons Wrath
Never Dare to Boast

Weeping Soul of Bitter Grit
Fumble Not your Words
Manipulate the Heart at Rest
Deep Within the Curse

Soldier Through the Veil of Truth
Soldier Through the Pain
Dare to Live Another Day
Dare to Live in Vain

Savior of the Mystic Garden
How Dare You Fall Asleep
How Dare You Visit other Worlds
Without My Soul to Keep

Texas Sioux Step

Intensity unravels
Succumbed to the shame
You are my master
Sequestered by the pain

Dare to be different
Chivalry has died
Cater to the lonely
Stripped of their pride

Dangerous liasons
Wrong key in hand
Drowning in the moment
Chewing on the sand

I am the thorn
Recovering from change
Recovering from chaos
Recovering from pain

Bring in the martyr
Aftermath be gone
Carry on the slaughter
Where did I go wrong?

While you were sleeping
Passion ate my soul
He ate my inner beauty
And wouldn't let it go

Now, I stand empty...
Innards out for sale
I dared to be different
Cursing alpha male
I dared to be free
Inhaling with the stars
I dared to be wiser
Even, when on Mars

Bring back the gitty
Bring back my heart
Bring back everything
I sold to Beauregard

Hey, Kevin

While you're out Running and Hiking, the talentless Blue Collared Puppets slave away in the sun wearing the same ol' non-breathable, starchy uniforms from the day before and even, the day before that. Their stench precedes them, while they habitually attempt to remove grease and grime from their over callused, sun-damaged skin.

While you're out Joking and Stroking, the stuffy White Collared dumbasses continuously re-arrange their non-existent butt cheeks to alleviate the pain from their stress inflated, hemarroidal colons. Steppin' out into a Musk-filled Mens Room is probably the only exercise they get...ruling out the occassional drunken romp at the Motel 6. Driving to and from the corner Jack-in-the-Box is usually the only scenery they encounter, until the argument at home leads them straight to the neighborhood "Cooter House" where Mortgage Monies and Marriage Vows get tied up in lil' Candy's G-string.

So, the next time you're out and about Rock Climbing, Mountain Biking and gettin' your groove on, think about the "stinky guy" with no purpose...think about the "schmuck" secretly buying butt cream-n-lap dances from a "trailer park" hussy named Destiny. You are part of an elite group who have been blessed beyond your neighbors dreams. Embrace your talent and follow your true "Destiny".

Luv,

Louie

"Dumbass"

As I rode down the busy streets of S.A. with "Stone Cold", I questioned his driving ability and his mental health, aloud. I asked him who would be dumber...a person who repeats the same stupid activity over and over again, or a person who does a variety of stupid things. His reply was a person who repeats the same stupid activity over and over again. My first thought was "Damn! I've been with the same stupid guy for over 10 years?" But, what I said was "Damn! 10 years! I've been putting up with the same stupid shit for 10 years?" He frowned with disappearing lips and spoke with his sexy voice. "What in the Hell are you talking about?" I replied, with an endearing smile, "I am a Dumbass! Everyday, I ride with you it's the same freakin' thing. You speed up to a slow ass car and slamm on your freakin' breaks! We can never move over, because everyone that has witnessed your "barney" move has refused to allow your "dumbass" back into traffic. You have habitually repeated this freakin' move for over 10 years! The ironic part of this whole freakin' situation is that I have sat in the same freakin' passenger seat for over 10 freakin' years putting up with the same freakin' shit over and over again, therefore, making me the biggest "dumbass" of all". I don't have a speech prepared, but I accept this freakin' "Dumbass" Award on behalf of my poor economic status, hot-tempered wit and wharped sense of humor.

Sue a.k.a. "Dumbass"

Hey, Kevin

Hey Kevin,

Let go of the past...deal with the present and stay strong for the future. You are a gorgeous, healthy young writer with the world at your feet. You can write yourself in and out of anything you desire. Which means you can also talk yourself into and out of anything you so desire. The average person lacks your lottery winning attributes. You and your fair lady Katrina have been breaking up for about a year, now. If it wasn't meant to be...it wasn't meant to be. She sounds like a wonderful woman and it sounds like she'll always be in your life at some time or another. The only thing that is changing in your life is your address. I think the change is making you feel ancy and you feel the need to run instead of truly dealing with the hand dealt to you. I mean no disrespect and I genuinely empathize with you, but you have sooooooooo much going for you. Women (including myself) would kill for you. Men would kill just to walk in your shoes for a day or two. Stop asking what it is that you want and start reaching out to people that love you. Help them...help you. Sure, further your education. Take online courses. But once you step forward to help someone(other than C-Bone), I think your life will take a turn towards a brighter and healthier light. The dark hole will cease to exist. Life as you've craved will take flight.

Luv

Louie

Rage!!!

I tire...of being Me
A mere carcass in the Sea
A carcass in my Devil's Eye
A carcass with a Fee

Passion!
Be my friend!
Come!
Let me be!
I want not revenge!
But...hypocracy to cease!

Stop the Press!
Cut the Plastic!
Who else do I know?
I want Fantastic!
I want the Mind!
I want the Face!
I want the Body!
Wrapped in Lace.
Anyone Game?
Show your Face!
Take the Plunge!
Ignore your Fate.
Bring the Chair!
And the Stage!
I want your Lust!
Filled with Rage!
Take my Dance...
Turn the Page...
Turn the Corner...
Smell the Rage!
Release your Toxins!
And your Shame!
Release your Morals!
From which you Came!
Dare...to Lose!
Dare...to Be!
Dare...to Capture...Eternity!

A Dose of Reality

As a middle-aged woman, I enjoy washing my face of dirt, tears and make-up. Soap should be advertised with the angle that it is truly a pain reliever. Water alone relieves nothing, but add a little soap and you've changed your whole outlook on a tired situation. It removes dirt from the skin, pain from the heart and salty tears from a once colorful face...and it does it with a clean scent of hope.

Night-cream on the other hand, polishes the skin for a brand new beginning. It preps and moisturizes the skin for new pollution, brighter make-up and unwanted tears. Every night I shower, bad thoughts, silly dreams and poor choices trudge down a clogged drain. But, when I apply night-cream, it gives me a sense of hope for a brand new beginning with a much younger and fresher face. But then morning creeps up with Roosters in sync, and I am faced with the same ole face. New age spots peek out from under what optimists call "laugh lines" and I don't look any younger. Nothing has changed. I'm still the same ole middle-aged woman with the same ole drama I had the day before and the day before that. My heart still aches...My mind still wanders and my ass still shakes when I don't want it to. Night-cream is merely a new beginning to a nightly ritual middle-aged women...like myself are eager to partake in... to be something we no longer are...young and beautiful. (I think I need a shrink.)

Keeping it real!

Sioux

"Cloud 9"

Have you ever walked on water or drifted into a cosmic state of oblivion? Well, I have. O.K., maybe I haven't walked on water, but I am in the most glorious cosmic state of oblivion ever reached by a sub-genius dreamer. I'm a certified dork a.k.a. "goober"...a gullible geek a.k.a. "dumb ass" and last, but not least a fly by the seat of my pants kind of gal a.k.a. "crazy bitch". Therefore...I am a triple threat to all of society's fallen members. I lack morals, character and have no back-bone. I'm a dumb blob of smiles. I'm loathable, yet loveable and I'm gliding on "Cloud 9". My adventure seeker n soul mate has made his presence quite vivid and has agreed to share some time with this incomprehensible ego-maniac...me. I...can't...wait! My mind is filled with dream and thought. Hope lingers in the depths of insanity. I welcome any insatiable cross-examiner with dark eyes and a sharp tongue. I am Woman! Hear My Roar! To be continued...