Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Tiggers To Do List

1. Cat Nap.

2. Inspet Litter box

3. Chase lego untill loud lady yells

4. Cat Nap

5. lunch time: boycot dried cat food, eat baby's dropped baloney.

6. Cat Nap

7. Nice petting man is home. Whimper and whine till he pets me.

8. Cat Nap, Whine more if he stops petting.

9. Steal loud lady's Ham

10. Cat Nap. Need energry to race around all night

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Winter Blah's

This sites been pretty boring of late, hasn't it? Haven;t had the time or inclination to write much of anything. I need to be in a dark place to write, and I don;t mena lighting. I can't seem to write happy cheerfull things, even though I've been happier this week then I have the past year.

I really want summer to come back. I'm very tired of being inside all the time. I guess we could all go out, but dressing all the kids and then undressing again? Eh, it's not worth it, is it? I keep having dreams of sunshiny weather and then it's so hard when i wake up to pitch black and snow.

I guess winter is almost over, if you really think about it. It's almost February, which means only two more months of cold and snow and then it wills tart to warm again. I hope!

Summer kisses on the breeze
Bluebells whisper in my ear
Bright hot sun warms my skin

Butterflies flit across the sky
ladybirds dance with spots in their eyes
heaven is here this meadow of effulgence

And then I awaken
Dreams torn by the sound of a bell
It's morning time, and colder then hell

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Slower Traffic to the Left

Bad Sunday drivers!
When you drive in front of me,
gas is on the left!

I'm In a hurry!
With you, the turltle would win.
Get out of my way!

I'm yelling at you!
What? They can't hear me in there?
Of course they can!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007


Seriously, I got it in an email, I didn't write this!

(A Newfoundland Love Poem)

(Who said Newfies aren't romantic?)

Of course I love's ya darlin'
Yur a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say's yur gorgeous
I mean's every single word

So ya bum is on da big side
(I don't mind a bit of flab)
It means dat when I'm ready
Dere's sometin' there ta grab

So yur belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round dere.

No woman who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave in ta gravity
But I know ya did da best.

So I'm tellin ya da trute,
(Ya know I never tells ya lies)
I think it's very sexy
Ya got dimples on yur thighs.

I swear on me grannies grave now
Da moment dat we met
I tot ya was as good a girl
as I was ever gonna get.

No matter wot ya look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while da hockey's on
And fetch anoder beer.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Sad. Tears. Need.
Wanting, Reaching.
Alone. Dark. Fear.
Laughing, Singing
Smile. Hope. Love.
Freedom, Comfort.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Feeling Spicy Tonight?

...And slowly his hand reached to caress her petal soft cheek. "I want nothing, except to please you." His mouth moved down to her taunt nipple in a slow exquisite motion that sent ripples of pleasure down her spine. She felt his tongue, hot and wet against her chilled skin, a faint suction. His hand was becoming more insistent, and far more intimate on her body. He felt her acceptance even as she opened her legs wider to his touch. She began to moan with every skillful movement of his hands.

He whispered against her breast and felt the pulsing of her body. "Yes, Let me, baby."
She felt her whole body clench and cried out when he took his hand from her burning center. He hovered over her, eyes dark and intense. Slowly, reaching down, he guided himself into her. Gasping at the tightness of her untried body. He quickly bent to capture the cry of pain that tore from her lips as he thrust home.

His mouth once again paid homage to her nipples as he waited for her body to accustom itself to his girth. Slowly he began an age old rocking that had her nails digging into her back as he....

Hmmm. A bit too spicy maybe!

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Life in Question

if the world were to stop turning,
who would care?
if the sky were falling,
would you just sit and watch?
if the oceans dried up,
where would flipper live?

what if there was no man on earth?
no stars in the sky?
no grass at our feet?
nhat if the Sun and Moon got married?

if we can't stick together,
are we doomed to fall apart?
and if we can't procreate,
don't we all die?
if we are damned to face tommorrow.
what questions should we ask?

what if the rains came only on Sunday?
or didn't come at all?
what if the past was gone?
the future bleak?

if the only right question is two plus two,
then can we know what is right from wrong?
are we better off dead,
since we can't live together?
if war is our faith,
what can be our hope?

why is the sky blue?
the grass green?
should it not be bathed in blood?
why must the bad ones always win?

how can we survive,
submurged in hate?
if our saviour were to come,
would we know it was he?
how can the hour have meaning,
when the minutes are spent?

why do we hurt the ones we love?
why do we help the ones we hate?
why do we feel the way we do?
why should I care?
Copyright @ 2007 by Bluepaintred

Friday, January 12, 2007

Psychotic Rambling

the black moon has covered the face of the sky.
the lines of tide have broken.
earth has been reborn unto a world of perverse dementia.
we are alone unto another,
alone; within the crowd.
we shall all be
dead within a beating heart

there is no future for the lost children.
the line of tides has broken.
the cars pass by,
no worries.
faceless monsters plague us in our sleep.
we shall rise again
and play with the taken.

the sun is on fire
moon is no longer the romantic.
garish the life of the dead is,
and it is all we have now.
to it we must bow, repenting.
we have become.
the measureless room.

our confusion reigns.
our souls have disclosed the secrets
of life, of death
of a past when there was no future.
we are alone.
caught in the trap we have all woven with out hatred.
we are the dead
seeking life,

cannot the calm rage
sought in this land be freed?
the gloom hisses
beast, monster; Human.
we cannot
the portal has been opened
we don't digress the land and time.
we die.

soon, the end will be seen.
we take off the glasses.
no longer rose colored,
is it?
we cannot help
each other.
dark death brightly lit
by the candle on the alter.

if the path is lost,
we will be found
lighting our way
with the blood of the fallen.
we cannot proceed
as we are.
the wrong answer to the right question
was two.
No Longer Alone.
Copyright @ 2007 by Bluepaintred

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Saffron Daffodils

Hi ya'll it's me, Bluepaintred! Miss me? This blog has a secret agenda (insert spy music here)

Can you figure out my purpose? Come on now, it's simple. It's very easy. Three guesses and the first two don't count people!

Sigh. you just don't get it, do you?

Ok, what can I say today to amuse you in a craptacular way? Hmmmm Oh! I know!!

Ready? Set! GO!!1!

saffron daffodils wave in the wind
scented breezes blow
petals sway and stems weave

fear not the wind!
face it, breath it, live it!

summer skies dotted with clouds,
rolling hills, growing trees
this is the world where the daffodils live
Copyright © 2007 by Bluepaintred