Peoms written, forgotten about, remembered and now inflicted on you

These peoms were written by myself quite sometime ago and are a little cheezy but fit perfectly into my previous post because although they are niave they still reflect similiar opinions that I still possess. I believe that this peom was written shortly after the U.S's declaration of war on Iraq.

Emperor Weasel
you come out of your hole
waiting impatiently for the next war

emperor weasel
how did you win the race?
was it not clear on your face?

Emperor Weasel
you've come to finish
what has already started
the hope exists in many that you will fail
but hope would seem to be of little avail

Southern Weasel are you so stupid?
yet so intelligent to fool them all
is this not a loser war?

Southern Weasel
you hide your motives
behind that egotistical mind
For surely you are the emperor
flaunt your riches
flaunt them over the poor
never let them win
Is that not what this war is about?
Conseve the feeling drought

Followers remain under the riegn
for the emperor shall lead the rich to more

puppet, puppet let me rule thee
for this day will not allow to transpire
a modern day empire

Untitled

The golden bar
dangle it above them all
watch the stuggle, grasping then fall
leeches in thousand dollar suits
taking what they lack
sucking up the pure and shitting out the toys
You have got to love the taste
chewing on the talent
feeding off the chaste

Sex is the product
bodies are the merchandise
so you had better hope for soemthing nice
talent without beauty
is like thirst surrounded by sea

what's to worry
nothing that money and drugs can't bury
your smile is deception
you steal and you plunder
like a modern day pirate of souls
and we are all your fools
but in the end you will be the biggest of them all
I will spit on you when you fall

Untitled II (2004)

I will stomp adversaries
crush their memories
I will spit, I will scratch
I will rip the penny from the kitten's throat
besides... I need a new boat
I will tear the respect
from the working woman's back
they do not deserve what they lack

As we grow older do we lose a part of our former selves?

I am not sure how long I have been pondering this question but it seems that ever since I moved to Regina there has been a split in my internal interpretation of myself. Perhaps it is just changes that have occurred externally in my life that make me feel as though I myself have actually changed. They say that the past is another country and it hasn't been until recently that I have completely understood that cliche. My life in Weyburn seems so distant and different that sometimes it does feel totally foriegn. I can definately admit to being a nostalgic and the drawing I have towards simpliar times. But, were they ever that simple though? I have considered this for sometime and feel that perhaps the human mind (or mine at least) does not allow us to believe that our lives are simple even when they are. We have all had hard times and we have all had times that were much simpliar but it is only by reflecting back do we recognize these differences. There is always something in the present to worry about - consider your childhood. Did you ever run away or at least entertain the thought? What were your reasons? In my case my dad may have yelled at me or my sisters pissed me off. Things that seem so trivial now that we reflect, but at the time were worthy of uprooting my entire stable life into one of almost certain failure had I actually not came back (without anyone noticing no less). So it would seem that no matter the circumstances stress is prevalent in our lives from childhood to adulthood. And that although our previous stresses are now mostly considered foolish at the time they were just as serious and threatening as the ones that afflict us today. So do we really change with our experiences, our problems and their solutions or lack there of? I like to think that I am still basically the same person with a bit more wisdom.

As we grow older do we lose a part of our former selves?

I am not sure how long I have been pondering this question but it seems that ever since I moved to Regina there has been a split on my internal interpretation of myself. Perhaps it is just changes that have occurred externally in my life that make me feel as though I myself have actually changed. They say that the past is another country and it hasn't been until recently that I have completely understood that cliche. My life in Weyburn seems so distant and different that sometimes it does feel totally foriegn. I can definately admit to being a nostalgic and the drawing I have towards simpliar times. But, were they ever that simple though? I have considered this for sometime and feel that perhaps the human mind (or mine at least) does not allow us to believe that our lives are simple even when they are. We have all had hard times and we have all had times that were much simpliar but it is only by reflecting back do we recognize these differences. There is always something in the present to worry about - consider your childhood. Did you ever run away or at least entertain the thought? What were your reasons? In my case my dad may have yelled at me or my sisters pissed me off. Things that seem so trivial now that we reflect, but at the time were worthy of uprooting my entire stable life into one of almost certain failure had I actually not came back (without anyone noticing no less). So it would seem that no matter the circumstances stress is prevalent in our lives from childhood to adulthood. And that although our previous stresses are now mostly considered foolish at the time they were just as serious and threatening as the ones that afflict us today. So do we really change with our experiences, our problems and their solutions or lack there of? I like to think that I am still basically the same person with a bit more wisdom.

As we grow older do we lose a part of our former selves?

I am a real idiot - no surprise to most of you

Well I am feeling awfully foolish today... I thaught that I couldn't edit my blog but really I am half retarded and here is why:
I was actually just typing in my blog name wrong- can you say stoner? In my defense however blogger never told me that I was putting in my name wrong it just went to a partially loaded page.
Speaking of being a stoner I have recently made a very good decision and that is to cut back on my excessive smoking. It just happened to me one day... I just got sick of it. Everything about it really, no longer was it recreational but a part of my daily life. I have gained wieght (from the munchies) and already since I "quit" I have lost wieght and am beginning to feel better about myself. I put quit in quaotaions because I haven't really quit it all together I will just no longer let it control my life. I feel like I have lost two years of my life - I haven't really but I can't remember them as well as I should. In additon I love that I can now once again remember my dreams - something that once used to facinate me. I will not digress on that now but will probably make a post about it later. I am no longer cronically burnt out and when I do decide to smoke weed... wow. My motivational drives (although admitedly never that strong) are coming back as well as my short term memory. I feel like myself again!

I would like to just mention to my pot smoking friends that in no way am I trying to be preachy and suggest that my experience is the same as yours. This is just how I feel and in no way am I trying to be critical of others. Our choices are our own and reflect our own lives and in no way should they ever be applied to others.

Kristie T.