Twitter - yup, I'm a Twit - or is that Tweep?

I presume you have heard of "Twitter". I furthermore presume that you have have done one of the following:

a) Wondered what the hell it is
b) Joined the masses of Twits and have Tweeps aplenty - perhaps you are Twittering right now or have read this via Twitter
c) Checked it out and gave up.....

I have become a Twit - or "Twitter" as the correct phrase would be. I am also confused, and somewhat disappointed at this social networking, gathering place for the bored, lazy or agoraphobic who just can't deal with people on a personal face to face basis!

I joined this site in a vain attempt at "putting my work out there", sharing my poems and blogs - yes this one included, with millions of people who would read my writes and fain at my feet in sheer and utter adornment. Did it happen? No!

It seems that, unless you have a huge circle of friends that you just can't be bothered talking to on the phone or meeting in person, the only "followers" you will accrue will be crazy naked ladies wanting to tempt you with their web cams - sorry, Im female - not interested, or a bunch of affiliate site members plying you with great investment opportunities.

I believe the motivation behind this ridiculous, yet terribly addicting site, was to offer a false hope to the socially unaware of befriending celebs!

I have come to learn through thorough investigation that anyone who has more than 100 followers rarely replies to you, and any celeb (who normally have tens of thousands of followers) don't even read your "Tweets" let alone reply to lowly peons such as ourselves. Ironically this does not deter thousands of people from chatting "with" these people as though they are in the midst of their random conversations, or in some cases, poignant thoughts that may cure the world of all evil! Give me a break!

To be honest to those of you who trust and follow me - and to myself - I have added a couple of notables onto my "following" tab and not without the hope that one day, someone, somewhere may return a tweet to me. I have left deep and thoughtful messages to a couple of these people in the hopes that they may realize that I am not a star struck teenie-bopper and may actually offer a conversation of substance - without being a stalker or crazy naked lady on a web cam! This was about as fruitful as my latest attempt at winning the lottery without purchasing a ticket.

There is an obvious sense of voyeurism attached to this site akin to listening in to private conversations, although without the benefit of hearing both sides of the conversation. I can tell you what color Perez Hilton is dying his hair this week, but I have no clue who he was saying "yes" to.....

I think this leads many members - especially the younger ones, to have a false sense of relationship and inside knowledge of their heroes, which sadly, can only lead to disappointment.

With a few ways of making a couple of bucks on the site through various Twitter offered programs, it may be something to play with but not a way of truly getting to know people or market yourself. These too, may only lead you down the path of either becoming an affiliate spammer or getting kicked off the site!

Well, as for me, I am off to post this latest addition on Twitter and hunt down a couple of celebs! I'll probably see you there - be sure to say "hello"!

If I ever get a celeb reply, I will be sure to let you know ;-)




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Thanks Mr. Hardy - Yes, Differences are Wonderful!

There I was, sitting on the sofa watching my sons' favorite show WWE Friday Night Smackdown, when something caught my attention and impelled me to move from my comfy spot in the living room to the darkened recesses of my office...

I am not a huge fan of wrestling, in fact, I have only developed any form of interest due to the 24/7 onslaught of Smackdown, Raw, ECW and TNA trivia that has lately become my (almost) 9 year olds life! I have, however taken a liking to a couple of stars for one reason or another. One of them is Jeff Hardy. I believe that initially it was the "Image", the style mirrored my own slightly left of center signature look and tonight it has become so much more...

I am an educator. I work with elementary grade children and often receive second glances as though to say: "You teach my kid?" or "Nah, no way, you don't look like a teacher". Tonight Mr. Hardy made a statement tonight that struck home to me and a statement that I hope reached out to all those "misfits" and "rejects" that we don't have to look the same, we CAN live life to the beat of own drum and it most certainly doesn't make us bad people! We CAN accomplish greatness without fitting into the mold of society standards and expectations. Yes, Mr. Hardy, you are correct - life WOULD be dull if we were all the same!

A great part of my enjoyment of life is meeting people who are like me, but more often, people who are different, people who make me think outside my own box. People who make me realize that although I am often looked upon as not typically "fitting the role", I have every right to do what I do and that it makes my cause more believable!

Every day I come across kids who are either (in their eyes) too tall, too short, to thin, too fat, not accepted by their peers because of their dress and if I were the perfect size 1 with a barbie body and golden blonde hair who wore expensive designer labels - attached to the clothing obviously - and never had to struggle or fight for what I believe in a day in my life, would they believe me when I told them that they were beautiful. That we are all different and that is what makes us special - who wants to be like everyone else, how boring the world would be if we were all alike. What is perfect anyway? People are all attracted to different things, different looks, different personalities - love yourself for who you are - because I do!..... No way!

I am 5'10' I am 164lbs, tattooed, black hair and wear whatever the hell I please! I am not a perfect body model, I am not a pin up - I am me!

My "image" - which, to be frank, is not an image, it is me, take it or leave it - actually works in my favor. The kids listen to me when I speak, they are interested, and when they see my tattoos and tell me they want one, I can honestly give them the truth... Wait until you are older, think solidly about what you want - you have it for life so don't rush in. If a non-tattooed, traditional teacher told them this, they would have the mind set of: "What do they know?"... am I right?

Both adults and children need to hear that differences make us beautiful, make us interesting. That we are acceptable no matter how we look, as long as we strive to do good and follow our dreams.

Thanks Jeff Hardy for putting that out there.......

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LIFE!!! :-)

The daily grind
The coffee grind
The toys the wee one left behind

The dirty dishes
The goodbye kisses
Oh, there's the keys we couldn't find

The grocery list
The "to-do" list
(For the things that may escape my mind)

The car won't start
I took my cell phone apart
Oh boy, I'm in a bind

Search for change

Find a phone
Dial home

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

Dial a Friend

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

Take a bus
What a fuss!
Now my back needs realigned!

Pick up my son
I have to run
to get back home in time

Start the dinner
(wish I were thinner)
wait for the timer to chime.

The dirty dishes
Did I feed the fishes?
The food all over the floor
The packing of lunches
The flowers in bunches
As my hubby walks in through the door!

The nighttime kisses
And sweet little wishes
Of a loving family of four!

(actually, there's only three, but that wouldn't rhyme!)




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Society Gone Mad

Sickened by the pseudo intellectual children so wrapped in their own self-righteousness
that they sneer and condemn the faces that aren't theirs,
the words that they could not muster.
Disturbed by the images of blood tearing from the mental veins of those who are psychologically void of worth yet able only to sit in their darkened rooms with their pale faces lit only by the candle of their despair.

The tragically over informed underdeveloped minds of the dismal hybrid of the night.

Hatred spewing from their pores.

Venom pulsing from their blackened hearts while Mommy cooks their dinner and washes their bedsheets for their peaceful slumber.

The humor in the children whose lives are so filled with pain, turmoil, angst whilst secretly and enviously watching reality TV.
The joy in the fact that their creative juices will flow and words will be penned for the world to see, relate to and devour.

That 15 years from now they will be writing about the pseudo intellectual children so wrapped in their own self righteousness...

oh, haven't I mentioned that before?

The irony in a society gone mad!




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Media Mind Warp

Stick your fingers down your throat - I promise I won't watch
oh, but that's what you do it for - I forgot.

Your ego has taken on a life of it's own
to honestly think I care enough about what size dress you wear?

If your words are shallow and pre-scripted - do you really expect me to listen?
Are you truly that caught up in yourself that you think I would trade in my morality and beliefs for YOU?
Vote for whomever for YOU?
Buy your moronic music with your pointless lyrics for WHO?

I am woman - hear me snore...
You bore me with your words
(actually, I believe they are someone elses, but that's what makes it worse).

Do you remember a distant time when people were real
with real messages and real physiques
real reasons to be... real?

I WON'T fall prey to your "message".
I WON'T be fooled by your "Agenda" (for I read you like a book).
I WON'T buy your CD (even with the catchy hook).

For I am real.
I am who I am.
Who are you?

(Speak your mind - not that of someone else)



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Crash

As the ice clinks and the laughter echoes in her mind,
the crunch of glass from the darkness opens her eyes to this reality.
Dark, tired, nauseated by the flashing red and blue
this wasn't what she intended to do...

The intoxifying saturation
the blood red condenstaion
The laugh, the scream
This wasn't what she intended to see...

Still and crushed, like the ice in her cup
with a face so young and so pure.
No breath.
Still red and blue flashing
This wasn't where she intended to be...

Slipping into the darkness
Her glass has run dry
The two turned to five, the five to ten
she'll never taste that nectar again...
This wasn't where she intended to die...



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LSD

And so the Birdman flew

Is this what his dreams were all about?
Is this how his absurd high really felt?

And as he flew into colors of red and blue
His inner ego grew and grew.
And so the Birdman flew
Yet no one looked skyward to appreciate

He'd merely licked the surface he desired.
Kissing the sky, his wings outstretched like a cry for help

Could he have ever dreamt he could fall so fast?
Did he ever dream at all?

And so the Birdman soared into reality
His wings tired, his eyes sore

His mind vivid with the new horizons he'd reached

The new idea's he'd provoked.

And so the Birdman flew
Into colors bold and new.
Inventor of a new race
Portraits hung; the painted face.

And so the Birdman flew

And from above he saw
Creations he'd made lurid, sordid, and defiant of the mold.

Alas the Birdman flew

Was this his highest point?

Could he not soar higher?

Could he not touch heaven?

Could he die?

Could the Birdman really fly?



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Dreams

Colors collide in carnival of dreams
Hazy faces vanish into the mist
God like icons tower with strength
And the dream becomes real


Do I sit and stare into space
Or do I become absorbed in this mystical place

Like the prodigal son returning
Or the person I am leaving?


Clouded figures hold out their arms
As gem-like creations sparkle and fade
Like the eyes of a thousand awakened in their sleep
Dewy, heavy.


Do I stir and allow myself to waken
Or do I lie motionless and let myself be taken?

Like a possession of theirs
Losing possession of me.


Casting shadows on clouds as on walls
Shapes and patterns pass me by
Colors blend into sheets of light
Bland but warm
Shallow yet hypnotic
Suddenly the icons lose their godliness

And I awake.

The dream is over

Do I begin again?




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I Wrote A Letter...

I wrote a letter to my son today
I've done it many times before.
It's not to give him right away

I wrote of how we love him,
Our wishes and our dreams.
I wrote my "Ten Commandments"
Among many other things.

We always say I love you.
We always kiss goodnight,
But I feel that all these letters
Are something I should write.

I started when I was pregnant
Just to let him know,
That even though he wasn't "here"
That we both love him so.

I write them as he's growing,
About the funny things he does.
The stories that he tells me
The toys and music that he loves.

For when I'm old and ailing.
Or when I'm no longer there.
He'll always have my letters,
To know how much I care.


Do we always say what needs to be said to our children?
Do we leave behind a legacy of love and words that they will adhere to?
We could be gone today, tomorrow, many years from now, but why wait for them to know?

Write a letter. Write many letters as they are growing cover all bases, give them something in addition to beautiful memories to look back on. They could be young and you could be gone Don't take tomorrow for granted. Don't take your love for your children (or their love for you) for granted. Write a letter.


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Confused

Loyalty surges through my veins thicker than blood
My love is unconditional, forgiving
Yet I am in darkness.....
I shelter you, I understand you, I see you
Can you see me in return?
I know your mind, your thoughts
I see your darkness and bask in your light
Yet I am in darkness....

I don't fear the darkness
I fear the cold

Our mountains have been treacherous
Our summits have been plentiful
Together we can conquer - but I need your strength
I need your darkness to empower you
Take my darkness away......