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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly… of being Attractive

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Earlier this week an article went up on insidethelifeofmoi, Amanda Lyle’s blog. I reblogged it here, but I know reblogs don’t work that great.

 

So why am I mentioning it?

 

I am the co-author of this article that took us a lot of thought to put together. People look at the title and think there can’t be anything Bad or Ugly about being Attractive and see no point in reading it. Or perhaps they think because it is has too many words.

It has that many words because we gave each point thought and went into it, not in a scientific manner but in a way that we all can understand. Those reading it have actually been surprised at how it made them think more about the situation.

 

I would appreciate you reading it. Do I ask that you click ‘like’? Not unless you like it. But I would like it to be read by my friends. There is humor in the reality of some of it and the sadness of it as well. So click below and see what it’s about. And no, I did not pose for the picture. We thought mine was too sexy.

 

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly… of being Attractive

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Much Respect

Ronovan

 

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I try to write but all I get is hit

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I try to write but all I get is hit.

I can’t finish a sentence before someone starts talkin’ some . . .

I just want to sit here and speak my peace.

Why can’t they all stop, make their jabbering  cease?

 

Oh man you’re just on a burnout  quest.

I’m not part of it, I’m better than all the rest.

What, serious, are you freakin’ out of your mind?

You’re one of the biggest of the whacked out kind.

 

Look at me, do I look like I’m okay?

Do you hear my words, listen to what I say?

No, I can tell that you don’t hear,

Cause if you did you would just disappear.

 

Don’t look at me like that, trying to make me feel bad.

I’ve been dealing with your crap before you even knew you were sad.

So why don’t you give it a rest?

Don’t you know it would be for the best?

 

But, no, uh uh, you don’t know even have a clue,

My biggest dilemma is what to do with you.

Only one thing keeps it all from breakin’ loose.

I’m not ready for no hangman’s noose.

 

I’m here, and I’m stayin’, nothin’ gonna change that.

So just you back off real quick and stop actin’ like a brat.

I tell you this once so listen real clear, if you think this is about you,

Then ask yourself why do you think it could be true?

 

LMP

 

 

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The Eminent Fall.

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It was about to snap, the brittle bound signalling line.

He didn’t know what to do as they all cried out, “Mine, mine, mine.”

The ticktock ticktock kept a measured beat.

Drowned out by their pounding clambering feet.

 

“No, no,” he cried to as if words would drive them back.

The more he screamed the more they came on the attack.

Did they sense it, the eminent fall?

Like an important phone call?

 

The twisting made the agony more than imagining.

The is was for real and too much for his handling.

The pulling grew stronger, as the line began to stretch.

What would happen when it snapped, would they catch?

 

“It’s okay,” they say as they keep telling him their reasons.

What they don’t know is he’s almost out of seasons.

The warnings are there, as he has constantly repeated.

But they never listen, they just want be sweetly greeted.

 

“Screw you,” he says through his dilapidated mind.

The snap they hear in his voice a shock, a new creature unkind.

“I told you to leave me alone,” he shouts.

All he receives in return are lips . . . all pouts.

 

“Sorry,” he says and their eyes begin to glow.

He shakes his head. “Your games a no go.

I know what your playin’ and it’s so tired.

So long to you all, it’s over, expired.”

 

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He turns his way and then flips out the light.

One last look back and then he walks out into the night.

He wanders out into a place never before seen.

The streets are paved and the colors a majestic scene.

 

Finally peace, he thinks as eyebrows raise.

He finds a spot to relax and drifts as tired eyes glaze.

He faintly hears as he slips off into space,

The beautiful sounds . . .  of Amazing Grace.

 

Much Love to You All

&

To All a Goodnight

Ronovan

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I’m Back-Return of the Lost Mind Poet

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I’m Back

by: Lost Mind

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Did you enjoy my break

Did you enjoy the vacation

Well it’s over now

It’s time for a proclamation

 

To all those idiots

Who take shots on the blogs

I won’t be calling you pigs

But boys you be acting like hogs

 

No, I ain’t a wordsmith

I ain’t poetically adept

My words come out wild

I’m manic I sound desperate

 

I’ve been riled and angered

Yeah, you might say I’m ticked

Because I’ve been seeing some boys

Who been acting like a . . .

 

You don’t take no for an answer

You think your truth is better

You don’t even have one

You couldn’t find it with an Irish Setter

 

Some of you like to spout and spew

Like a philosophical misfit

Let me tell you something guys

We’re all just full of . . . it

 

The women say what they say

Then take it as fact

Don’t be looking for reasons

To jump on in for an attack

 

Oh, I’m sorry

Do you think I’m talking about you

Well if you think that

Then start brain swirlin’ why you think it might be true

 

Look at my history

In the poems I’ve wrote

My message is consistent

With women don’t rock my boat

 

Yeah, I’ve been quiet for quite some time now

You thought the Lost Mind done been found

That I had done been happy

That I was over the rainbow bound

 

Oh I try and do I get my smile on

But let me tell you something Jack

When the Lost Mind snaps

My poetic reflex snaps back

 

So to all those self important self attention seeking typists

That is for both men and women as well

Don’t be throwing out your spiel

Because you got nothing to tell

 

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