Newest colleague
was a good man
365 days in 2007

Genial
Obedient
Open-minded
Docile

Showed his serene music on CD.
Xmas, near the end, was gloomy.
Presents, not his kind.
Only got more ties and socks.
All he asked for edible persimmons and apples.
And more.
Such as a cartload of persimmons.

He revolts.
Withholds resolutions on New Years.
After hearing Oleg’s idea
of tennis tournaments
always have binoculars
handled by bird watchers.

After putting on a new layer,
the new colleague many
times suggests I chase
after a hottie he spots.
None of them had bulging eyes or
patches covering their corneas.
He has very good taste
from my eye point.

I get more of the guy’s sleazy mind.
Every time he walks by my computer,
He never omits accusing me
watching adult movie.
Nevertheless, he don’t know double dee
but knows triple ex.
Because it’s hard.  Yes,
pun was intended and it is irrelevant.

New pictures always
get accolades.
It’s Lindsay Lohan’s turn.
Everyone wants a piece of her
good looks.
The new colleague couldn’t wait and
made sure my eyes weren’t dilated
to see what’s left of the party animal.
Of course the actress bares a lot more
than straight women deem attractive.
That is the only reason to be curious.

So, finally, the gossipy part of me
gossiped about him.
Revealed with excitement
other colleagues his new name
is Excessive Libido.  Definitely,
no need to explain why.
Excessive Libido.  That
truly is a cool name
of epic proportions.

Pain

No more inner pain
It’ll be over soon
I will still have the heartache
somehow I prefer inner wound . . .

by dvj 1102 am, 8-30-2

To me, the poem above seems to be incomplete. So, I decided to write another one with the same subject matter.

Unleashed

Don’t bother with Daisy’s MySpace.
Her profile is now worthless.
Nothing new.
Too busy bawling incessantly.
She feels gloomy.
Irritated.
You think sunny Los Angeles is missed?
Wrong!
Think again.

Her friend Michael is marked.
Daily basis.
To spend time with a stray bitch.
Daisy is shameful for not being there.
Busy woman.
Busy life.

No one wants to invite this. . . this . . .
into their office.
Barbara is back
with new breasts but same size.
She won’t take “no” for an answer.
She goes on and on and on.
Which part continues on?
Her mouth and ungratefulness.
Despite her heart condition,
she is stronger than ever.
More ferocious than the Kings of the Jungle.
They pick on four-legs that
won’t fight back.
She will never back down against anything.
Saying “Kiss my Buddha” won’t work.
I tried.
To her, I’m a rat.
Snitching is my forte.
Michael tried.
To her, he is lovable.

Barbara doesn’t have any claws,
but still a malicious attacker.
It makes me send this message
to Daisy via morse code.
She’s afraid Michael may get a stroke.
Then he would struggle
more than that
half-crippled, half-beast.
I’m worried his kitty may be orphaned.

Don’t waste your time on me.
I always ask you.
Use your mouth
to share your filthy mind.
But you’re always killing me
with thundering migraines.
Saying your dad
wants to be served.
Yet, he’s able-bodied.

Don’t waste your time on me.
It’s a My Chemical Romance
Famous Last Words.
You like
screaming in vain
with knees on the ground.
Eager to facilitate pain.
Don’t waste all that jigglin’ on me.
I have my MTV Asia
to keep you at bay on my mind.
I don’t get hot and bothered anymore.
You consist of rust and dust.

Hey stupid,
Don’t waste your time on me.
Your personality is as precious as paste.
I’m on haste
for another stud
who likes my chaste.

Note: I was inspired to write this after watching a video of Kelly Clarkson’s Don’t Waste Your Time while vacationing in Ho Chi Minh City.

Keep on Saving

You are cheap when you take partial used napkins home to use.

As long as there’s no memorial for the macabre Iraqi citizens due to the Bush Administration and the preceding dictator’s tactics, it could be consider adding insult to injury.

A blogger had some pertinent things to say.

www.kchristieh.com/blog/
Jun 18th, 2007 @141 pm

The parents did everything right, but it happened anyway

One big lesson I’ve learned as a parent and as a friend of other parents is that doing everything right as a parent doesn’t guarantee that your kids will make good decisions or that they’ll be safe.

That truth turned tragic in the case of Kristin Helms. She was only 14 when she met a 27-year-old Texas man on MySpace. When her parents found out, they closed down her MySpace page and took away her computer privileges. But Kristin continued to communicate with the man via other computers and by phone. He led her down a slippery path to the point where she agreed to meet him near her home in Lake Forest, CA, and had sex with him twice. He cut off the relationship, and she was very upset.

At this point she did the right thing: she told her parents. They did the right thing, too: they supported her, surrounded her with love, and proceeded with prosecuting the man, who pleaded guilty.

But despite the support she received, Kristin still struggled with so much depression that she committed suicide. Today, a year later, her parents will sit at the sentencing of the man who raped her. It’s a small consolation, however, for it won’t get their daughter back.

I wish I could tell these parents how much my heart goes out to them. If I were in their shoes, I would have done the same things. I’m not sure that’s much of a takeaway lesson, but at least it shows that even when you do things right, bad things can happen. Perhaps the lesson should be to do all that the Helms’ did, but also tell your children about Kristin. Then her death won’t be for naught.

Danielle Helms replied to the post.
June 30, 2007 @1053am

Thank you for your effort in getting the word out regarding “Internet Safety & Awareness.”
Kristin was a kind, loving and compassionate girl who loved people and animals. She would want her pain and our families suffering to be used to help others avoid our horrific grief.

I will speak out in Kristin’s memory all the days of my life. There are children that are already more aware and alert to the dangers online because Kristin told me everything about the predator 5 weeks before her death.

Blessings to you and all children that need protection and awareness online!

Danielle Helms
(Precious Kristin’s mom June 5, 1990 – July 16, 2006)

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