| MR. GUINNESS AND THE 'QUEEN OF SHEBA'|
A GREAT BIG TO MICHAEL FOR CREATING THIS LOVELY PHOTO-MONTAGE... for me!!and Mr. Guinness
Just look at that fab Love-seat and that fantastic background! Not forgetting my Big brown bodyguard!
OH SO CAMP!!! I LOVE IT!!!
(Mr.G. at about a year old, me; from by-gone days!!)
A Mother's Day TributeA Mother's Day TributeA Mother's Day Tribute by MultifacetedMage
Written by Lobo Di Noccento
Written on 5/5/2010
time poem was written was
Today is the day that we Honor all Mothers Including our planet;
Every other day we all have a bad tendency to take our mothers for granted.
Did anyone ever stop to think that if not for out mothers we would not be here;
Life is something that should be treated as something sacred and dear.
After conception our Mother carries us for nine months inside her womb with no view;
Yet just like its not easy for us inside that womb the pain and discomfort of the pregnancy is hard on them too.
And let's not forget about all the weird late night cravings
of Chocolate Milk and Pickles w/Yellow Mustard or, Anchovies,Grape Juice and Raw Steak with TarTar Powder.
If this stuff sounds strange to eat while pregnant then you have no idea as to how it can get so much Grosser.
Plus let's not forget all the Crazy Mood Changes and Tempertantrums our moms go through while Pregnant
and all our family c
Us and ThemUs and Them : we are one and the sameUs and Them by MultifacetedMage
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 11/7/2010
Time poem was written was
I have spoken with those whom are trapped within their own sanity.
Outcasted by a society that lives within it's own delusion of vanity.
I have delt with these same people you see
and they all are captured by the legacy of their own lunacy.
They are plagued by their own pestilence and violence.
They are deeply entrenched as well as, benched by their
own internalized silence.
Refuse is their home!
Refuse is their furniture,appliances,clothing and food!
Refuse is what they fuck in when ever they are in the mood!
It is seldom that they are treated with humanity or dignity.
It is rare for them to not have slurs hurled at
them with great velocity and fierocity.
They collect all things lost in the streets
including all the unheard rythms and beats.
They carry their things in backpacks and gabage sacks.
They carry their lives a long with under appreciated pieces
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