Fragments (Unfinished, unedited, first draft)

"You are a tailored polyester suit, a Cubic zirconia set in platinum, a Frolex, for Christ's sake."

"A Frolex? What's a Frolex?"

"A fake Rolex. A knock off, you imbecile."

"You know, you're one-hundred per cent wrong. I'm nothing if I'm not a man of substance. Take into account my success-"

"-Monetary success."

"-Yeah, so?"

"So? That's precisely why I call you a Frolex. Listen, ever since you were little you've connived and manipulated. To what end? You've failed in everything besides your career."

"Entirely untrue. I haven't failed. They've failed me, time and time again. Take Prussia, for starters, lets go way back!"

She was a beauty, that long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. More curves than an Austrian summit... and stupid. Utterly vapid. Birds would nest in her brain. She thought their chirping was an army of men bent on driving her insane, pushing the unlock buttons on their key less entry devices. As long as she didn't speak much (thankfully her bad English was peppered with unknown Norse dialects and wasn't understood, anyway) she was a thing to behold. That Troy bitch, Helen, had nothing on Prussia. I chased her for the better part of two years. When she finally agreed, I picked her up and couldn't contain my desire. She was a sight to behold in a too short red dress and plunging neckline.

Sitting at the drive-in, I began to devour the beauty. Yeah, I was hard with teenage lust and felt confined in my fly. I opened up and received my first real, albeit partial, blow job. My hands scoured her back, I yanked the zipper and peeled her right out of all that red, exposing an enormous, silver bra, clasped in the center by a five digit combination lock. It winked at me in the gleam of the projector's light.

'What!' I shrieked, lurching back. 'What the hell is that?!'

'Oh!' She answered as happily as ever, 'this, my father makes me this! He likes to say boy cannot get to boobies, boy does not want to get to yum-yum.'

"That didn't happen."

"It absolutely did so happen."

"Nesting birds in her brain? A combination locked chastity bra?"

"You think I'd make this up? Prussia was nuttier than all three of my wives put together. And her dad, no offense to primates, was a gorilla."

"There you go again."

"There I what again?"

"You're establishing an existence based solely on imagination. Remember, Fro, I was there. Miss Prussia despised you. She considered you below ferret quality, right between a rat and horseshit. She was definitely not stupid, either. If you recall, she had that thick, sexy Norwegian accent which you found irresistible. You couldn't handle her rejection. She refused to coddle that enormous ego and you retaliated by creating a fantasy where she was a wretch and you the heroic, if not misunderstood, victor. Yeah, it's a hilarious story and fit in your second novel quite nicely but reality? Only in your warped sense of it. The only life a chastity bra like that would have, would be on paper and even then, it would only stand as a metaphor of your distant longing and her blatant rejection. No matter what you did, you couldn't get in."

"See? That's what you know! Her dad hand crafted that thing, paying, night after night, into his obsession with his daughter's virginity. Shit. What are you even doing here? You haven't showed yourself in at least five years. Why the visit, why now?"

"You really have to ask?"

"...yes, I really have to ask."

"Christ, Fro-"

"Stop calling me that."

"Would you prefer I call you Dick?"

"Dick? DICK! C'mon, Colby, if you please."

"You're a squat catholic from Brooklyn, you were a freakin' altar boy, for Chrissakes! Dick, Richard, your birthname is rather suitable, doncha' think? Your parents obviously did. Good enough for their lips to utter, good enough for mine. Even Dick is a lie, however, and for only the sole purpose of my own enjoyment, I'll continue with Fro. Now, think back, brilliant, what happened five years ago?"

"I met Linda."

"You met Linda, yup."

"Ok, oh wise sage, what the hell does meeting my third wife have anything to do with your return?"

"Oh, man, you are thick. You still refuse to see. You refuse to understand. Meeting Linda was the catalyst for my departure, not my return. You finally had something real. She was not a caricature, drawn from the pages of your incessant imaginary worlds. She was as real as any of the hookers you've spent your fortune on, only she gave you something tangible, meaningful and I finally felt confident enough in your choice to take that long needed vacations. Brother, I explored among Mayan ruins, tasted the sweet nectar of the Italian vineyards, swam with dolphins in the Keyes and studied philosophy among the ancients in Greece, all while you basked in the glory of your one, healthy relationship. But, and there's always a but, no matter how big, I'm back to tell you I've had enough of your self destruction. After all, you go... I go."

"So, I'm to blame, then? As you just confessed, you were off gallivanting and had no idea what that marriage turned into. She went cold, sickly fucking sour cold."

"She went cold? That's it? That's your excuse?"

"It's not an excuse, DOC, it's fact. Do your homework next time."

"...Doc, huh, heh, that makes me laugh, a little, and makes me want to vomit endlessly. Fro, I wouldn't be here if that was the whole truth. But, just like your mind, your reality is fragmented. Three words: Linda's Little Sister."

"Joanie? So? I craved her! A dull, lackluster marriage would derail even the most stoic monogamist!"

"You're lying, again. You couldn't resist Joanie's full lips or long, curly red hair. You practically drooled over her at their father's funeral. You seduced her, began an affair and dear Linda, stable, loving, gentle Linda grew cold only in response. What more could you expect?"

"You're right because No Man could have resisted. I acted as anyone else."

"What, by fucking her in their parents' house, the eve of the funeral in Linda's bed? If that's not putting a loaded gun to your head, I don't know what is."

"Cleverly dramatic, eh? For your information... I despise guns."

"And when Linda and their Great Aunt Mary came up to see what all the noise was about, you had the audacity to humiliate her further by claiming you and Joanie were practicing nude Calisthenics!"

"It was a popular fad!"

"STOP! Stop right there-"

"What the hell is this? Are you channeling a Dickensian character? Oh, spirit, show me the way so I can change before I'm doomed to Eternal Damnation!"

"You don't believe in Eternal Damnation."

"Right. So what's the point of this walk down Ghosts of Fucks Past Lane?"

"Because you enjoy self destruction. You are only satisfied when you're royally screwing yourself and the hapless women around you. I don't want to fucking disappear. Like I said, Einstein, you go, I go and I'm not ready to go. Fro, you're missing a very important piece of the puzzle, here."

"Well, you're not an invisible six-foot, three-and-one-half-inch tall rabbit, but I get your point. Linda was great. I know. I often return to that wonderful night when the skyscrapers were hidden by a fuming blizzard. Electricity had faltered all over the city and we hunkered down under Great Aunt Mary's heavy quilt. We read Plato by candlelight, drank ourselves silly with red wine and dined on fine cheese and grapes."

"You reflect on that evening because it embodies your romanticism. Once the lights turned on, however, you threw the quilt aside, got up and meandered behind your monitor for five hours, never giving a second thought to Linda."

How To Lose A Demon-Free Serial Romance

Don’t ever let anyone tell you that being a witch will make your life easier. It’s about as fun as a visit to a drunken Proctologist. It’s my own fault, I suppose. I am the one that summoned the demon.

You must understand that Michael drove me to it. He’s my still kind of hot, but completely evil, Russian mobster ex-boyfriend. He’s stolen our son and wants me to sacrifice myself so he can buy his demonhood before he’ll give him back. I figured what better way to get him back than by summoning a demon?

Well, that presented its own bag of problems. I didn’t get just any demon. I got Caspian, a Crown Prince of Hell who didn’t want my soul, but wanted me to ride his pitchfork like a scooter, if you get my drift. Maybe it’s more like a Harley. I have to confess that it’s still a beautiful piece of machinery even though it hasn’t been out of the garage since 1972. You know, the devil-shagging gothics were all the rage then.

Anyway, Michael is plagued by all sorts of punishment. Demonic crabs, explosive diarrhea during the opera that’s nothing short of Hiroshimic and a reanimated hooker. Michael murdered her and she’s found sweet revenge as a Dominatrix demon in the afterlife. All of which drive him to the conclusion that I did summon a demon and while singing Are You Lonesome Tonight in my ear, tells me I have ten days to get rid of the demon or he’s going to kill our son.

I’m not sure how to get rid of him. I contemplated bad sex, that makes almost anything male go away, but I decided that would have to be the centerpiece jewel in the Hurts Me More Than You crown.

The cast of characters includes my grandmother, Seraphim, who just happens to be a legendary witch known as the Baba Yaga. And you know how that devil shagging was all the rage? Well, she knows the Devil personally. He might be my grandfather. He’s a remnant from the old pantheon days and still likes to be called Hades. It’s just a job to him, really. He’s not too happy that someone in his employ is having his sulphuric way with his granddaughter though. He’s willing to tolerate it because Caspian starts to grow a heart, a very uncomfortable transformation for all involved.

Ultimately, it’s the key to my happily ever after. The road to one of those is never easy, but banter, smutty Mephistophelean contracts and hijinks ensue.

~Grace Stegaria

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I am the creator

Some sit back

Some sit and lack,

Some sit to think,

Some sit to blink.

Most use the brain,

In a matter of frame,

Psychomotor or cognitive,

Few brilliant and superlative.

To prevail is desired,

Since birth 'til retired,

Work we must

From dawn until dusk.

Achievement is in front,

Create and originate: the gut,

To go with the flow,

Then you will never know.

The Truth will Prevail

I know what you did Current mood: jedi Category: Writing and Poetry The truth is out there, I know what you did, I know you don't care, A conscience is not in your head. Most of us try to do good, Torment is your pleasure, Smiling the best you could To grasp the treasure. Only to rid of it, To hurt the one Who's hard work And justice goes undone. God is up there, ONe day all truths come To those who really care About respect and everyone.

WE'll see, I don't know if I can wait

Try and try do we,

Few selected will triumph,

Maybe just not meant to be,

Situations just seem to disgust.

Builds character, they say,

Working hard and for what?

To be stripped and it slips away,

For arrogance to bully up.

Does karma really exist?

Do workers get a fair share?

Or do the schemers really live?

While others have the world to bare?

Very few is justice done,

The world is getting so corrupt.

I don't like this dungeon,

This world that has become inept.

Jasmine

Mother always protected
Poor Jasmine and her locks
As a child, easy to contain
With books and dolls and pretty frocks.
As a teenager, Jasmine was vain
Always in front of the mirror,
Brush in hand,
Taking care of those beautiful locks.

One day, looking past the crowd,
Jasmine spies enigmatic dark eyes
Hiding under an even darker shroud.
Using her spies,
She learns of his name
Intrigue turns into crush
Learning he was just as vain.

Passing notes back and forth,
Love blossoms for the two youth.
He attempts to court,
knocking at her door.

Mother answers and slams it shut,
not wanting to believe her beloved was grown.
Poor Jasmine is cut
from ever knowing if her love could be sewn.

Jasmine’s heart hardens,
she turns emboldens.

As the night flower blooms,
the air heady with romance,
the dark haired beauty walks out of her room,
forgetting to turn off the lamp
nor saying goodbye to Mother or me.

It’s said that on certain summer nights,
When the flowers bloom
You’ll be greeted by such a site
Of a girl with long black hair
And slender white limbs
So pretty and fair,
Lingering among the flowers,
A sad smile on her face.

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Dumbass

Man, the screen is full of muck

pencil scribblings etched in the soft display

finger prints, ciggy ash and beer droplets obscure the printed words

time for a rapid cleaning.

I've lost the user's guide, however

can't get by without viewing the contents table.

It's obtuse yet revered and laced with memories

bygone and ridiculous

genuine and pure

a conglomerate of bullshit and piety.

Bricks stacked up against us,

not really, though

that's the rhetoric that keeps me sane.

I'm stacked up against it all, destroying everything in its path

because I'm nothing if I'm not a martyr.

Without that book, I'm really screwed.

You see I can't seem to find the cable

the one that fits just right.

I've tried but bottles full of forget do their job

and my lousy actions stick to your fly paper.

And now I'm downing liquid regret,

washing all that history away.

holy shit

A walk down that stupid lane

took me right back to that time, again.

(I can finally see what was at hand)

I was too blind back then,

to even comprehend.

My expectations, too great

my sight, too unseeing

I put you in a dark hole

and tromped upon the opening.

Apologies and words

are flighty and futile

I am left empty and pondering-

I set the wrong rule.

Can I beg? Would it be

the one thing finally?

(Words poured like water upon sand)

Now that I can see

exactly what you were writing?

We laid it out

you and me

crazy fucks

couldn't we see?

Oh, I am sorry

I feel it desperately

(So much more than I could stand)

Now that I can finally see

exactly what you were writing.

Changes?

What happens now?

The resentments seem to come

I don't know how, but 

They make me all numb.

Decisions to make,

With this, Do I try?

Eat all of this, the cake?

Or just make the hunk cry?

He claims it's non committal,

But wants exclusivity,

This makes me non complacent

He just calls me crazy. 

Talking didn't work,

Things just stopped.

Then we acted like jerks,

Until we blew our tops!

Figure it out and let me know!

I have to pack my stuff,

and back to Phoenix I'll go.

So he said in a huff. 

He told me what, 

I told "So What, too."

We figured we had too much,

Too much to lose.

Revelation

Revelation


your words to me lack lustre

they sparkle for another now

i see them hanging in the air

like glitter

between the two of you

i am powerless

against the onslaught of

hurt, despair and

most of all

anger

glowing in my chest

like an ember

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Time, clearly, has driven out the demons

you've been exorcised righteously

bathed in the virgin water that sanctified and clarified and, yeah, completely satisfied.

Those baptismal currents flowed deep through my purpose -

I could not move forward until it was upheld

And now your winged bastards are laughing from the sidelines at my idiocy and falsehood.

Was I really that hard to read?

Paper tongue mindlessly spewing

burnt offerings of kind sentiments.

Jovial nostalgia, I couldn't let THAT go.

No, I knew the whole time

the game was mine to play

but you followed too closely

listened too well

and all of a sudden

the dice are missing,

the banker is corrupt and the bank is going bankrupt

and I've lost nearly all the pieces of plastic, houses and cards

and scissors and cardboard can only go so far

and our wooden foundation has rotted through to the core

what for?



... there is no where else to go from here...

darling...cheers.

The new one is for me,

Alive, refreshing and free

Non committal is he,

For my sake, we'll see. 

Could it be done, 

To start again?

To turn back the sun

when my time began?

Boring are some,

Hiding a habit

does he think I'm dumb?

I need to stab it. 

Wanting to bunk  

with no commitments

Of course, the hunk

that has no limits. 

To be free of stress

LIve a life of youth

Vitality to encompass

If only I knew total truth.

Never an another

Here I type on this blog spot,

The other it may be seen,

by the ones I care not 

to be in on this scene. 

Some things I need to let out,

The previous poem was clear

Of what it was all about

The things we hold dear.

The more people I meet

The more people I know

It would a great feat

To bring the high to low.

Wanting and yearning,

The only true way

Is with age and learning

That there will become a day.

The time to join the missed,

To reap the rewards,

Or have we just been dissed?

Earthbound as cowards?

A nothing to store,

a spec of dust,

Nothing more,

than part of a crust. 

Will there be life ever after?

Peaceful, unlike the vampires?

Blissful, spiritual and Holy

Like the girls around a campfire?

Why do I talk to them still?

Am I crazy, INsane?

Do they talk to me at will?

Do you think it'll rain?

I need answers,

Will I go somewhere

If I am eaten by panthers?

Does anyone care?

I miss who I miss,

I have who I have,

All have some of one,

One had all of some. 

Maybe one day,

There will be one,

To make me happy,

As some to be as one.

Deep Water Friends

DEEP WATER FRIENDS
(4-5-08)

Deep Waters,
Shade the sadness within.
So much pain,
Seen and Unseen.
Confusion and Regret,
Altering reality,
All part of her being.
So much in Common,
So much unforseen,
She carries her life,
With Great Burden.
I’m not going to save her,
I’m not in that business anymore.
She’ll save herself,
Through the Samson I know dwells inside her.
When the smile and laughter,
Come out of the Clouds,
It lifts both our souls.
If only for a moment,
The Deep Waters Brighten,
And the Friendship itself,
Deepens.

One, two, three
Look at me!
I have too much in store
But I always want more.

Not one can suffice,
sill not all can either,
However hard to entice
Still wanting neither.

Living life in its grandiere,
Holding on to everything dear.
You never live twice,
That is the greatest fear.

Get it while you can,
missing the opportunities,
the ones from the past,
Regrets will haunt your day to last.

Destiny will prevail,
If meant to be,
Or settle to be real,
From one not three.

Dust in the Wind

People come, born
Into our lives
Most are adorn

To fade away
Into oblivion
Among the world
We are still living in.

Not knowing what has become
What they are,
If they are even one.

The next chapter follows.
With anticipation expects.
Too what it always allows,
from the realms of the suspects.

We must plant the seeds,
In which we will harvest.
In fact it will indeed
Be the truth of the invest.

Hoping and competing
Everything is a sport
Where everyone is stampeding
To wear white in the court.

Cross your fingers for me!

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