Nobody Panic!

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Conflict.

It is a conflict of sorts.
Left vrs right
Black vrs white
Right vrs wrong.
We always seem to be at odds
with ourselves or someone
or something.

More times than not
It is with ourselves.
How do we make
the decisions we make?
How can we make
the right decisions?

I am usually at odds
with myself....and I feel
I am not alone.

Not alone.


But are you with me?
or against.
then in that case,
I would be at odds
with you.

...And Lord knows
I don't need to piss off
anymore people. .........

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------------ Thank You.

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.We are all individuals

with our own agendas

They say; "variety is the spice of life,"

but it is also a source

of conflict

amoung couples

families

neighbors
countries

We just can't seem to get along.

--------Can we?

LIKE A BAD RASH

I am back

and complete
in my new
Beta format

bigger &

Better

It is a

metamorphsis

of sorts...

Yes, don't worry

I am still

the same old

fun-loving lusty

GRUMPY old

devil-may-care

Poly

you've grown to love.

and hate...

Another side of Poly (& HNT)

Whoever I stole this from...thanks

Things that scare me:
Losing my family, losing my hair, losing my independance (already lost my mind),
drowning, bad car accidents, midnight phone calls, dentists, lawyers, crazy people with knives,
myself sometimes.

People who make me laugh:
My wife, my kids, Polyfriends, George Carlin, O & A show, Robin Williams, people that take themselves too seriously, clowns, myself.

Things I hate most:
Pretentious people, people who think they know what's best for me, rude drivers, cheapskates,
lazy people, bigots, religious right and other extremists, people that hide behind the flag, people that think the world owes them, liverwurst, most fish dishes & things that live in shells, slasher movies, myself sometimes.

Things I want to see/do before I die:
Europe, my kids married or at least settled in and comfortable with who they are,
a President elected who is progressive & really wants to help the world, Bin Laden come to justice, mankind actually live in harmony with nature, peace in the world, like to ride a motorcycle cross country, take a day long hot balloon ride.

Things I can do:
Talk in front of large crowds, play guitar, Karate/Jujitsu, Tai Chi, construction, see humor in almost everything, make people laugh, talk intelligently on many varied topics, learn new things

Things I can't do:
Work on cars, mathematical calculations, be something I'm not, Cook more than 3 things at a time, go back in time.

Ways to describe my personality:
Funny, weird, sincere, charming, stubborn,

Things I think you should listen to:
Bob Dylan- Blood on the tracks, Your parents, policemen, your heart, me.

Things you should never listen to:
Anyone who thinks they know what's best for you, anyone in government that says their not a crook, conservative radio talk shows, anyone who tries to scare you into doing something, me.

Things I'd like to learn:
To fly an airplane, how to make money without working, how women really think, Italian, myself.

Favorite foods:
Pizza, Chinese food, lasagna, Eggo's waffles, peanuts, peanut butter, chocolate (For Jin), stuffed chicken, onion soup, tomato soup, vegetable soup, Greek food, most fruits & veges, punta.

Beverages I drink regularly:
Homemade mix of unsweetened tea/green tea, water, orange juice, coffee, scotch, vodka.

Shows I watched as a kid:
Micky Mouse, Popye Howdy Doody, Hawii 5O, 3 Stooges, Laurel & Hardy, Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock, Monkees, Lost in space, Munsters, Adam's Family, Laugh-In, all in the family, Dark Shadows, Star Trek, My own life.

Happiness, Hugs & Desire,

Poly Beta

BeTA boNe

I'vE gONe BeTa;

I cAN'T COmMeNT On aNYone's BLog.
TheY sAY THeiR WorKinG oN IT.

We'Ll sEE......
So I'll Be pOStinG As POLY BETA.
LaTER.
xxx

Chemistry

It is body
electric

it is a

chemical reaction
deep

inside.

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outside,

the air

thick with

pheromones...

& moanes

++++++++++

sweet succulent

kisses & intense

inexplicable..........................................................................................PLEASURE.

That starts

at the tip

of the toes

and creeps up

the legs into

the spine

and rockets

THROUGH THE BRAIN.................X-PLOSION

of all senses

triggering

a release

of

chemistry.

Still in da funk...but getting better

7 straight days of rain,
had to delete my current posting
because of technical problems,
feel like shit-
but I think
I'm getting better,
had to up my meds.

da funk

Oh no,
I'm in da funk
again.

I feel my life

has become

a pathetic parody to which I am only a

minor
participant.

orchestrated by

...others

and I'm not right.

I AM BEYOND HELP.

"AARRGG!" I scream out loud

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The children turn away

from the TV

and look toward

their mother

as if to ask

with unspoken words:

What is the matter with Daddy?

She puts down

her magazine and

turns to me

in concerned exasperation

(as if thinking, here we go again)

and asks:

"Honey, what is the matter with you now?

Is everything all right?"

Her voice vibrates in

my skull like

a steel balls

downward spiral

in a

metal funnel.

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I think;

"No,

I am not all right..."

I am angry...

I am shackled

by my own

aspirations;

and sometimes I loose it,

have lost it,

too easy,

my rant. (Blogger talk)

Sob;

Anyway,

I tell her;

I don't feel like talking anymore.

I am bored with the sound

of my own voice

and am going

to bed.

Idiom in fatuation

Neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.

.

I am enthralled,

and she has captivated me

completely.

*

And I am as weak as a kitten.

But I will rise

to the occasion,

and I will be on

the up and up.

Like nobody's business.

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She comes to me

.

.

on the wings of an angel.

Reveals herself through

the drunken haze

of a dream.

That suggests
to me that
things

aren't what

they seem.

..................
Neither hide

nor hair,

and
like a hen on

hot griddle &
mad as a
hatter.

But, there's more to it
than meets the eye.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Do we see eye to eye?

Do I place her on a pedestal?

Or do I fly in the face

of love?
. .

I do think
she is one
in a million.
so for all intents
and purposes,
I will stay
for I do know
my own mind
and boast
of willpower.

...and I stay
because she
is
a mystery to me.

Poly doesn't wear Prada.

It's as if
what you wear
defines
who you are.

While

the whole world

is a stage

and you are

the actor

on your debut.

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Stepping out

of the shadows

in designer clothes

and trendy jewelry.

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Are you influenced

by the hype around you?

Do you make

a big splash,

a fashion sense statement

like a red carpet mannequin?

In a world gone

fashion crazy.

Are you influenced by

the multicultural

glamour designing

gurus and image makers?

...and do you care?

Repression

It is a place that fascinates us from an early age.

and remains with us most of our life.

It is a place so intense that we are often ruled by it.

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We call ourselves free, except when it comes to sexual matters.

There, we are greatly restricted.

Schools that should be teaching sex education buckle under pressure from

concerned citizen groups.

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Even in the privacy of our own homes,

we are watched under suspicious eyes.

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and TV & Radio producers are fined and pressured

as to the content of their shows if it is considered too racy for sensitive

moral-minded American audiences.

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Many medical professionals, doctors, physiological, and philosophers

extol the benefits of sexual liberation

and its benefits to society.

They are often defamed

and defunct by political and religious zealot leaders

on the grounds of morality and

family values.

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As a result of sexual repression, our society experiences

an increase of frustration, stress and

emotional instability.

And we hear of numerous violent sex crimes

committed by perps and pervs as a result of intense and

long term suppression of sexual desires.

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Some studies have shown a decrease of such crimes

as much as 50% by societies who have legalized

pornography or other forms of sexual gratification.

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So, why are we so pent up?

...and the angels weep.

Frightened beyond recognition.

Tears well in panic-strained eyes
as planes roar overhead

dropping thunderous deadly cargo.

Blinding flashes strobe-light the eerie blackened horizon

Burning wasteland.
godless pay dirt.

They are the warmongers

and the bearers of hell.


This is their recipe for victory.

Cry for all humanity

and the waste of life- not so precious

that they take it as their birthright
to annihilate

at will.

A letter to George

"Hey George, Have you found Bin Laden yet?

Boy, we are in one fine mess-

A quagmire, it seems.

We can't stay and

we can't go.

and we are up to our ears

in shit.

Iraq is a shooting gallery,

and now we are caught

in a civil war.

...and we must fight.

...and there is nowhere to run.

...and the bodies keep piling up.

What to do...

What to do...

Afghanistan, Iran, Somalia, North Korea...

Such world class problems, with no clear-cut answers.

Oh George, How kind will history be toward you?

You are so distracted by world politics

you forgot about us.

We are being overrun by illegal immigrants,

raped by your friends in big oil,

having our jobs exported,

while our seniors go homeless,

our young unable to afford a home,

and we are all taxed to death.

"You know, I don't like to get political, but you forced my hand...

I pity those who voted for you and your cronies, for you have let them down. I, on the other hand, never had high hopes for you and sad to say, got what I expected.

Is there now no one in politics to oppose you and your delusional sheltered frat-boy rich-boy cow-boy view of the real world and the dangers we face? Will no one come forward?"

In God we trust,

help us in our hour of need.

Sea Food

"Can I turn around now?"

The struggle in my mind ( my promise)

It's all an Illusion.

What is real and
what is not,
and all the spaces
in between,
in shades of gray and
black and white and
oh, there I go again.
I need to take something
to bring me back
to reality.
My mind is in
a bad place.


I long for diversion and excitement.

"I fear I have grown stagnant,"

he said, eyeing the thick rope draped across the chair

and then the overhead beam.

He took a long toke of the joint and exhaled slowly.

There was a time when you would dance before me

naked

with your long hair shimmering

in the moonlight and

I would take you in my arms and

kiss your lips so gently.

So young, sweet innocent eyes trusting my words...

my intentions, my promise;

"How I love you,"

...and you gave yourself to me totally
willingly.

I have never betrayed that trust.

...and yet,
from time to time
a passing thought
a fanciful fantasy causes me
to struggle with questions
of right and wrong,

and the temptations that besiege me.

because I am a man
and I will not yield.

Nor will I harm you

or myself,
nor damage what

we have built together,
for 20 years

for a whim.