Thoughts: Official Denial For the Record

The very idea that I could be using the poetry on my blog as a coded means of communication to certain unnamed people or peoples is silly at best and paranoid at worst.

Firstly, there is no one I would need to contact anonymously.

Secondly, even if there were someone we would have to have established the code with each other at some point, or the code is so simple that anyone could decode it. Both are unlikely and neither are in my character. Cheifly because they are so insecure, I would not use that method.

Again and for the Record: This is simply a page for fictional writings. There are no coded messages that I am aware of.

Thank you.
The MGT.

Poem: Posture

Hunched over like
an ancient spinster
reading a book.
Self-consciously correcting my posture
until it is straight, regal, rediculous.
Breasts pointing straight,
chin held high.
It is said this is proper posture.
Healthier for you.
More handsome.
Like a Marine.
To me it feels like torture.
Like wearing a corset.
Unusual pains set in
places not usually felt.
Holding the posture as long as I can.
Neck hurting more this way.
It's said to be good for you.
This body isn't used to it.
Doesn't seem to have been made
for "correct" posture.
But I have to try, right?
The first things to go are my shoulders.
Slumping down and caving into my chest,
the weight pulls next my neck,
my whole back follows with it.
Hunched over like an
ancient spinster, reading a book.
Neck hurting.
It's time to move.

Poem: Dad Skips Lunch

Stupid Father
Slippery Eel
Ugly Old Gnome
with no Heart to Feel.
Careless with words,
but not so with money.
Thinking my Trauma's
are silly or funny.
Broken old Alchi
with noone who cares,
no one who knows,
what he means by his stares.
Daft old fool
whose wasted his life;
Abusing his son
and insulting is wife.
Sterile Stud
far past his prime,
his funeral is due;
It's now his bed time.

Poem: Forgetter

Here's to my Forgetter,
forgot what I said.
The thought I was forming
is gone from my head.
What was I doing
and where are my keys?
I once had a plan,
for times just like these.
Built into me,
like a strong corner stone.
Who was I just talking to
on the phone?
I thought there was something
for me to remember.
I'm not sure the month,
let's call it December.
It must be the time
for me to now die.
Oh now I remember!
To not tell that lie...

Poem: Love Her

Gods I love her!
My jelousy boils and burns.
Not knowing how she feels
-I'm insecure -
and frightened
I'll be taken advantage of.
The heart is so soft.
Whatever will happen
will happen.
Regardless of my wishes.
Take the moments
as they come.
Accept that you love her.
That is enough.
Actions are small
and broken things,
often devoid of Life,
never as full of meaning
as I think.
Her heart has loved me.
This I know.
Loved me once, loves me always,
no need for reconfirmation.
Though wishes are many,
the need is not great.

May our Unions be many
and our troubles few.
May I always remember
she said "I Love You."

Poem: To Home Again

I've been here before,
though it's never the same.
Hopes mingling with Fears,
Gratitude mixing with Anger,
Pride dancing with Shame.

Oh! That it would last!

To maintain my Faith,
so quickly forgotten,
so solid when it Lives.
So very empty when it's gone.
The most beautiful things can happen within it.
But also intolerable frustrations of pain.

To know that my
Patience,
so formidable a weapon.
Endurance,
like mountains to streams.
To hang on
Humility,
fastened to
Faith.
Walk blindly,
but happy,
to home.

Thoughts: My Book Titles

Possible Titles for Books I Can Write:

1) Losing Your Cool (How to lose your cool without even trying)

2) 101 Ways to Fail (The Optomists guide to Pessimism)

3) Flirting with Damnation (Selling your soul for fun and profit)

4) Crap-Dragging (Re-Defining the Art of Losing at Life)

5) Where Masochism Only Dreams Of (Future Trends in Psycho Personnal Struggles)

6) "I Said What?!" and Other Bad Questions to Ask Saint Peter in the Afterlife

7) "How Much Pain Can a Person Really Feel?" (and other stupid experiments to test on yourself)

8) A Most Exotic Failing (The Struggles of a Young Crap-Dragger)

9) Hey! Where's My Asshole?! (A Memoir)

10) Window A Says: "Please See Window B"
Window B Says: "Please See Window A"
(A Textbook on Beauracratic Struggles)

11) Why Me, Why Not Me? (A Torture Victim's Guide to Sympathy)

12) "What Time is it?" (A Thousand and One Nights of Insomnia: Poetry Anthology)