Love in the End

I loved her, but when the night was over.

It was but a figment of my imagination.

A breath, a cough, a shrug.

I loved her, but every day I’m learning

her love was just a lie, not wanting to be lonely

Naught but tripe and useless fancy.

I loved her but the folly was mine only

Hope in people misplaced, a fancy of mine own

A dream to be truly loved

I love her but as a fellow human only

A love for everyone, regardless of their doings

A dream of love realized.


59 More Slang Phrases From The 1920s We Should Start Using Again

Thought Catalog

I learned a couple things from the response to my article on slang phrases from the 1920s. Number first: The Roaring Twenties really did have the coolest vernacular ever. However, I also found out that the internet loves the 1920s as much as I do  — except for the overt racism, ban on alcohol and regressive gender politics, of course.

In terms of vocab, the 20s got all of us beat. For all you 20s junkies, here are 59 more great slang phrases from the decade that keeps on giving. Let’s bring this shit back.

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1. Absent Treatment: dancing with a shy person, inexperienced dancer or awkward partner.

2. Air Tight: extremely desirable or attractive. (Note: A “sheik” is an attractive male.)

3. Ameche: a phone. (Also use for telephone: “blower.”)

4. Baby Vamp: a very popular young…

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Box It No More

We don’t know where we’re going, we only know where we’ve been

the journey is the joy of it all, the thrill of life.  Who gives a shit

about afterlife in a mythical gold box in the sky when you die…

I mean seriously, STOP PUTTING US IN A BOX!!! This thing,

this expansive experiment of life that is planet earth, this is heaven;

where consciousness and physical being collide. This, is…

currently shit, because you take it for granted.  Afraid of death

scared of superfluous pain, death is a joyous release.

Your sigh of consciousness is rejoining the whole, it is coming

home.  Death is the celebration of life, your life.  Sex is fun.



Sixty-Eight Seconds

Infinite intelligence, interdementional guide… ineffable.

What has become of me and what is this energy within?

Conscious feeling after words writ, a feeling of self larger

than self, universal vibrations in touch with utility.

Known guidehood, former doubt withholding… flaw seen

for what it was.  Resistance crumbles and joy reigns through.

Beauty around astounds and amazes, will carry on as vibration allows

earthbound heaven that is the culmination of thought; of

consciousness. True reality, heaven, the mystical myth, is inferior

to the beauty of now.  We are creators of heaven, the heaven of

earth. Blending the physical and spiritual in a symbiotic web of emotion,

striving for the joy we desire but attuning the wrong vibration.



Love doth tarry near the windswept passage

path to a heart hardened with ill won repute.

The same is weak for love, a sucker

for romance, a champion of love; lost and broken.

The muse of his evening hath blossomed forth

nearly, withdrawing back to bulb. Poison

without saturates the soil. Protective sheaf

is being formed, loved filled guidance from friends

true. Ill begotten love found out, holds sway

no longer.  Games played and played some

more, Real love beckons and calls bloom out,

beckoning forth, a realization of self.

Naked to self, holding pretense no more…

true strength lives within, the key is knowing.

Knowledge is truth. Truth will guide to home.


The Raven’s Heart

Beginning again, friendship renewed, fuck the po’lice we do what we do!

Bloodless siblings, energy apparent… abiding like The Dude in love and peace

In harmony with the world, as it is, rather what we would want.

Both children of light. Change in the world starts with one step.

Stepping in line, we, two warriors of light, joined in carefree bonding,

Friendship but more. Recognition is found in one another’s being

A light recognizable only to the soul… bloodless siblings.

Changing the world through selfless action, doing our part in

in this neck of the sweater of life.  Pack animals are led by example

by a pioneering few.  Humans are one of the most pack dependent

species.  Watching one fall and more following suit.  Rise up,

raise up, pull yourself above the clamour for shit and see the beauty

of life incarnate in every living thing.



Led astray from the start, from day one

I ignored the words in my head and heart

I drew connected, cared for her and slipped

into feelings undeserved, uncalled for. I ripped

my heart in pieces over one who treated me like feces.

the bottom of the barrel is empty, still she’s reaching down

trying to grab hold. The bottom drops out.  Rise and rise

again, until lions become lambs.  Lesson learned and face

forgot, remembering how that this is not how it was s’posed

to be. I step anew, with back straight and face held high

Sorrow, not mine, is no longer and has never been

my problem to worry over and lose sleep. Played

the fool I was again. I will admit, I was stuck

with the hope that someone might give a fuck beyond

your car, your clothes, your skin. I sigh and I begin again,

certainly no worse but definitely wiser in the end.