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Joke

A couple were sitting in the living room watching TV when the phone rang.
The husband picked it up, listened for five seconds then screamed, "How the hell would I know? Call the weather channel!"
As he stomped back to his chair his wife asked, "What was that all about?"
He replied, "It was just some dumb asshole wanting to know if the coast was clear."

Hope

The wheel of life never settles on you.
The turning and yearning will make you blue.
Leave what you know, and pick up what you don't.
Someday you just may find what you want with a little bit of hope.

J.M.

Joke

A depressed young woman was so desperate that she decided to end her life by throwing herself in the ocean.
When she went down to the docks,a handsome young sailor noticed her tears, took pity on her, and said, "Look, you've got a lot to live for. I'm off to Europe in the morning, and if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take good care of you and bring you food every day." Moving closer, he slipped his arm around her waist and added, "I'll keep you happy, and you'll keep me happy."
The girl nodded yes. After all, what did she have to lose?
That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat.
From then on, every night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made passionate love until dawn.
Three weeks later, during a routine search, she was discovered by the captain. "What are you doing hiding in this lifeboat?" the captain asked.
She got up and explained, "I have an arrangement w…

Don't let the sun catch you cryin'

Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
The night's the time for all your tears
Your heart may be broken tonight
But tomorrow in the morning light
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'
The night-time shadows disappear
And with them go all your tears
For the morning will bring joy
For every girl and boy
So don't let the sun catch you cryin'
We know that cryin's not a bad thing
But stop your cryin' when the birds sing
It may be hard to discover
That you've been left for another
But don't forget that love's a game
And it can always come again
Oh don't let the sun catch you cryin'
Don't let the sun catch you cryin', oh no Oh, oh, oh

Flip like a coin

What she moves in shape alone
Can produce drooling drones
What she thinks inside
Can make others open their minds

What she cuts with words
Can disappear anyone not
Disciplined enough to disagree.

There are two sides of what I feel inside.
Flip me over and pick a side.
Heads
or
Tails...

J.M.

Affection- cigarettes after sex

I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking
 But then again sometimes I get really sweet
So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself
Or if I say that you're beautiful to me

It's affection, always
You're gonna see it someday
My attention for you
Even if it's not what you need

Sometimes we talk all night long, we don't shut up
 And when it's late we'll say we're still wide awake so...
We love to talk about how you'll come up to visit me
 And we'll rent a car and we'll drive upstate

It's affection, always
You're gonna see it someday
My attention's on you
 Even if it's not what you need

I think of you
I want you too
I'd fall for you
I think of you
I want you too
I'd fall for you
I think of you
 I want you too
 I'd fall for you
 I think of you
 I want you too
 I'd fall for you

 It's affection, always
It's affection, always

QUOTE

Be careful of words. . .
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.

-Anne Sexton
 "Words" in The awful Rowing Towards God, 1975

Chet Faker - Gold (Official Music Video)

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

 Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you

 It's gotta be love I said it

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

 You gotta know, I'm feeling love

 You gotta know, I'm feeling love

 Made of gold, I never loved her

 Another one, another you

 It's gotta be love I said it

 I might as well be in a garden I said, ah a smell in the air is a dripping rose (you could be the one for me)

Another soul to meet my void then

Of anything bare that's made of gold

 A physical kiss is nothing without it

 And you close your eyes to see what it's done

 The body that lies is built up on looking 'Cause all that remains before it's begun

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

 Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

 Made of gold, I never loved her

 Another one, another you

It's gotta be love, I said it

A heart will swell before it's …

When I said...

Groove Armada - Think Twice

Close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking
Close your eyes and count to three
 Close your eyes rewind, I know just what you're thinking
Close your eyes and think of me
Larger than life, niceties
Bigger than you, more than me
I've got the Monday morning blues
And oh my God
I've got the home for you
And give the everyday morning you...use
There's things right here I can't afford to choose
Close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking
 Close your eyes and count to three
 Close your eyes rewind, I know just what you're thinking
Close your eyes and think of me
Sincere, caramel, champagne, down drain, tell him, no gain
 It's so damn physical it will sustain
And too damn Technicolor to refrain
And much too taxing for my little brain
Why do we never know enough of happiness?
Why do they never show?
All the times we have been so good and caring
 How many times we'll never know
Close your eyes and lose the feeling that's bee…

Starting Over - The Raspberries (1974)

Sunday writing muse music...

Hope everyone is having a great day!

J.M.

Empty

What is this empty vessel doing in my hand?
I swear I filled it up just moments ago.

Condensation is slick on the vessel I have in my hand,
But it's as empty as an up-turned hourglass.

It wasn't supposed to be this empty I was sure.
Was there a hole that was made while I looked away?

I wish I could wind back time,
never to have filled this vessel that seems as broken as fragile glass.

It can never be full again
but I will set it aside
for some other fool
to be duped
by the
condensation too.
J.M.

What's mOi name?

Ima push you against the wall,
hear you exhale,
demand you say mOi name baby doll.

Look into my hazel eyes,
don't be afraid,
it's okay
I only want to play...

Open your mouth,
here comes my tongue,
Ima be rubbing against something long.

Circle around,
pin me down.

I will try to deny,
it's not you I want inside.

Don't break a sweat,
just get me nice and wet.

I want to win this round.
Let me pin you with your pants down.

Who's winning or losing,
does it matter when our moans are ensuing?

Say mOi name,
have no shame.

What's MY name?

J.M.

Quote

Human reaction to words, like much other human behavior, is also motivated by irrational impulses.
-Louis B Solomon
Semantics and common sense, 1966

My Mad Love Song Collection

My writing muse music for the day...

In the works....

Hello people,

Writing about Coralee has been fairly easy. She's a strong woman who although leading a sheltered life knows how the evil of the world works. Still working on a title and cover for the book but hope to finish it before September. Fingers crossed!
Have a great Thursday!

J.M.

Used By Him

I was blanketed in lust.

Devoured from the inside with
   rhythmic perspiration.

Plunging deep, like a knife,
   on a cold winter night.

I lifted myself towards it like a glutton,
   head spinning all of a sudden.

He was striving towards some intoxicated hard earned moment,
   which I found Herculean and unnerving.

I've been thinking of how he looked in ecstasy,
   calling my name as if the two were the same.

Then he was gone,
   the blanket of lust stripped away without shame.

Cold and empty without shelter,
   it's just my body he's after.

Lick my lips,
   flip my hair
       Where the hell is my
           underwear?

J.M.

I was inspired on Twitter last night...

Hello People,
I believe that when you feel strong emotions, putting them down is therapeutic. I have a book of poems I've had for YEARS and although some are silly, like the ones about boys I liked back in junior high, I still have them to reflect on and see how I've grown as a writer.

Everyone is different in their emotional release and I love finding those differences.
Hope everyone is having a great Monday!
J.M.

https://twitter.com/JOY4NO1/status/894438351285002240
https://twitter.com/JOY4NO1/status/894457018320207872

In the works...

Hello people,
I'm working hard on my new book.  It's dark, it's wild and has me throwing back the covers at night to write a scene. Here's a little quote from Jaxxen, who I'm sure you'll love or hate depending on your position of filthy language and putting anyone in the ground that gets in his way.

Have a great day!
J.M.


I Will Possess Your Heart (Album Version video)

I love this song... play it at least twice a day and hope you love the intro as much as I do.

Starting this weekend...

Hello to those of you who check in!
I hope you're all having a great day and are smiling.
To celebrate my birthday on Friday I am making my first book of Love Meets You available for free until Monday. Don't miss out and spread the word!

Click on the link for a free preview now!

https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B071Y68ZCF&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_uQ3GzbER82P38

"OBSIDIOTS: Live From District 11" -- A Bad Lip Reading of Catching Fire

STILETTOS & RAIN

She winced and groveled,
but you could not diminish her zeal.

Things were said, felt & gesticulated
through the rain which she hoped would never end.

The disheveled appearance after the underplayed belittlement
only made for more inward exhilarant.

She takes the barbs,
welcomes the accusations because in the blatant end. . .

SHE WILL DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE WEARING NOTHING BUT
STILETTOS & RAIN.

J.M.

Dylan Quote

The words to the songs aren't written out just for the paper, they're written so you can read them. . . . It ain't the melodies that're important, man, it's the words.
--Bob Dylan
Dylan, 1984

Mirrored Reflections

I wish I could be you.
I could see in your eyes and witness me and all the feelings that flee.
Stop to think of me, so I can love.
If you were my eyes, you'd marvel in that surprise.
Can I love myself too much or want love at the touch?
I wish to be you, can't I love you?

Pause to reflect on this.

You read about me, and how you feel me.
Is self-love is a sin, or remembered as vanity, one of the many recollections of our minds?
Together.
Together I pull us, so I can be you.
Say LOVE IS A SIN?
Or just one of our mirrored feelings?
Breathe me in, like a roll of sweet smelling smoke.
Get higher off of me than a bird could see me, pointing from below.
The bird looks at me; the image reflecting in the glasses I have for eyes.

I WISH I COULD BE YOU. . .

J.M.

Quote

I have become so lonely
that only the word
is free enough and large enough to take my
     mind off
     the world going day
     by day over the brink
      used up but unused. . .

A. R. Ammons
the snow poems, 1977

Ferrante & Teicher "Heavenly Sounds In Hi-Fi" 1957 STEREO Space Age Pop ...

Joke

Three guys are drinking in a bar when a drunk comes in, staggers up to the counter, and points at the guy in the middle, shouting, "Your mom's the best sex in town!"

Everyone expect a fight, but the guy ignores him, so the drunk wanders off and bellies up to the bar at the far end. Ten minutes later, the drunk comes back, points at the same guy, and says, "I just did your mom, and it was sw-eeeet!"

Again, the guy refuses to take the bait, and the drunk goes back to the far end of the bar. Ten minutes later, he comes back and announces, "Your mom liked it!"

Finally, the guy interrupts, "Go home, dad, you're drunk!"

It's not me, it's you

I sat.
Staring.
Not caring.
The mental images flaring.
As, if they could consume what's misunderstood.
The lines of your face.
Tears erased.
Times honored and faults laid.
This is my fate.
To be hated,
uncelebrated,
annoyed and forever instigated.
Just see and be infuriated.

J.M.

Mood Ring Music

You open your front door and look at your hand. Yes! Today you start off a nice optimism blue. The song playing for your mood is a nice little ditty about living in paradise. You get inside your car and the radio is playing the DJs mood. You frown, not knowing their music. It's a brown day for the morning host who is obviously having an off day, not matching yours but it gets worst. In the car beside you at the stoplight is a man in a suit who's cursing at his ring while heavy death metal saturates the space between you. You shake your head, his red mood affecting your blue while the radios brown still making you wonder what has the host so unsettled. Then something happens to you. Your ring turns a kaleidoscope of colors. What is this? The music you emit drowns out all others. The man in the car stops his emotions for a few seconds to marvel at yours. It's a symphony of pandemonium but you smile. This is a mood all of its own. Beautiful and all yours. Don't worry abo…

Taskmistress of Petty

I hate you
like the sky that makes you blue on a seemingly cloudless day
I loathe you
like a virgin planning on staying that way but raped before her wedding day
I imagine you dead
strangled
ran over
or delicately torn apart piece by piece by things you never saw coming
Why do I feel THIS way?
Why must you think THAT why?
Call me the taskmistress of petty wistful ideas 
and let me lick the runny bloody tears of your pain forever more you
silly
silly
boy.

J.M.
Watch my hazel eyes...
be hypnotized.

Touch my inside thigh.
I want to hear you sigh.
Bite your lip -N- let me unzip.
You -N- me, we could be.
Hot -N- sweaty.


Smile 4 me?


J.M.

Alone

If my road is long,
should I bring anything along?

I am empty handed,
a bird without a song.

Wondering here then there,
barely enough clothes to wear.

If you see me here,
I've heard you there.

No money have I,
just this stone slab.

Stony I feel,
unaware I've fallen.

Falling so low,
why am I alone?

The road is long,
will you come along?

Be my bird with song,
help my dreams along?

Beware of the obsession,
loneliness can become accustomed.

J.M.

Lovely

I want to run my fingers across your skin.

Breathe you in,
like a natural high that only you can provide.

Will you let me dive into that seductive pleasurable drive?

Smile at me,
knowing every inch of my body?

Caress & tease,
until we both can't breathe?

Lick the salt of passion within & never sway until you are deeply in?

Pushing & giving all you got,
can it ever be nearly enough?

I grip you & know,
it's just a drive,
something I had turned on just to giggle with pleasurable pride.

I'll let you bloom in me like a flower,
then roll my eyes with the power.

Don't pretend you don't want me.

I'm just lovely.



J.M.

Subversive love
Thrown aware
No regrets
Gather your smiles
Not worth tears

J.M.

Hitch a ride

Can I tell you everything,
or what's bothering?

Drive faster,
maybe I'll meet my master.

Black as night,
I'll enter the fright.

Sharp as a razor,
I'll show you my anger.

The past is gone,
but I will linger on.

I want to rip out this mind of mine,
and show you one last time.

Time of eternity,
where my sanity is returning.

The road won't end,
so neither will my flame.

Gaze at my face,
to see all innocence erased.

I'll tell you with my mind,
lips working in time.

This is my stop,
no more can I talk.


J.M. 6/19/05

Playwright

Mischievous playwright,
dance tonight.

Tomorrow brings-
horrible dreams.

Empty theaters,
no one to see her!

She vanished...
Mischievous?

J.M. 5-13-02

Free

I laugh and sit back.

Relaxed like nothing in this world can bother me.

I smile and push my hair back.

Gazing...
amazing is how I feel.

Undiluted.

Strong and with zeal this moment makes me feel.

Decisive and reconditioned to believe I can be this strong without someone to lean on.

I stand and twirl,
arms out to feel cool stress-free air.

Laughing and inwardly dancing,
I am burbling, titillating.

Life ahead of me beatific.

Just like I always saw joy could be.

J.M.

To the bachelor

If I could inoculate myself against your love loneliness would fit me like a glove.

The luxurious laughs would end,
the paralysis would essentially begin.

Daily life would not go on dissatisfied,
the inoculate would make that a positive side.

I would see you no more mentally,
the inoculate serves me intellectually.

What would be the reverse of this drug?

Would it be diving haphazardly into love?

Seductive it all seems to me,
I could be infatuated easily.

I can not inoculate myself from you,
loneliness is not what I choose.

My arms are open undoubtedly,
please choose to be with me
Sincerely....

J.M.







The woman is real
The heart you can steal
For what time can never truly heal
Just hold her tight and kiss warm salty tears and hope to heal...




J.M.