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weekdays don't look so bad after all

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 10, 2011 at 6:24 PM Comments comments (0)

there’s nothing quite like the emptiness

home alone on a Friday night

people are planning, primping, and playing

I’ll just remain out of sight

The men - all freshly shaven and scented

On their best behavior tonight

The women – adorned with sparkly things

carrying on so coy and polite

not I, in my lackluster sweatpants and tee

what will I miss in the World outside?

patiently sitting in a smoky, crowded room?

drinking beer on a budget that’s tight?

in the hope of conversing about daily events

with strangers that I don’t really like?

-by me

Surface Deep

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 5, 2011 at 2:03 PM Comments comments (0)

happy faces

happy shells

casting off

unhappy spells


pretty people

pretty teeth

ugly thoughts

lying beneath


laggard muscle

laggard mind

living in

accelerated time


shiny cars

curb appeal

someone else

defines ideal

by me

Twisted Times

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 2, 2011 at 2:04 PM Comments comments (0)

emergent atmospheric ant eaters

peering down from Mt. Cumulonimbus

with their planning department leaders

routing destructive paths upon us


heed their ravenous appetite

scatter like the ants that we are

as they sail the power pole kites

and thrust them like javolins at cars


sucking up streets like spaghetti

raining a saucy debris

with our colony never quite ready

we wave the white flag and flee


steadily rebuilding our empire

our differences disappear for the time

whether you're a carpenter, sugar, or fire

everyone's role is defined


our endurance is an athletic anomaly

of altruistic olympic proportions

defeated, we join together solemnly

and give thanks despite our misfortunes

by me

Gena Rowlands from the movie, "Hope Floats":

One day we were playing out back down by the river and we came across the most beautiful ant hill you ever saw.

And bein' Walter, he immediately kicked it and stomped on it, just scattered it to the 4 winds.

I just started howling. I yelled for my mama, ran up, and I grabbed her and dragged her down there, just crying and carrying on.

Anyway, my mama was trying to calm me down, so she said, "Wait, they're not finished," and we waited and waited, and sure enough, those little black specks just started scurrying every which way, just working hard to build their home back.

And I said,"Why do they do it? I'd just give up," and my mama said,

"Yeah, if there's just one of you, but there's lots of ants down there, and they're all relatives.

They're family and that's what families are for. That's why they invented families - so hopeless didn't get the last word."

I saw you yesterday

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 28, 2011 at 5:14 PM Comments comments (0)

I miss what's now gone

but understand why it's no longer here

when I look back

the reasons for splitting become so clear

it was so good at times

and the bad was so bad


I wish all of our mistakes

would just disappear

by me

The Last Half?

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 24, 2011 at 2:24 PM Comments comments (0)

I figured out the age I will be upon death.

I have always been a traditional "eat the dessert last" kind of person.

Although eating the dessert first in case you die tomorrow and living life to its fullest as though you were going to die tomorrow are tempting, I like to save the best for last and make no assumptions about tomorrow.


Throughout life, I have asked for the crap up front so I can relax in the end. Given the yin and yang / balance of good and evil concept, I would prefer to bring on evil first.

For example...


When I was in Basic Training in the Army, I traded up in line to be the first group in the gas chamber. First in, first out. The chamber wouldn't be built up with CS gas from groups ahead of me and I wouldn't have to see troops leaving the chamber barfing and suffering.


So, in my 41 years of life on Earth, I have endured enough to consider my first half of life being the meal before the dessert.


Back to the age of death prophecy:


Most of my life, things that can go wrong, usually do. Murphy's law was written for me. I'm not complaining, rather stating the facts.

Today, however, things have gone unusually well. It's not like I won the lottery (I don't play the lottery or gamble), but I actually found things that I was looking for around the house and my electronic circuit board alterations worked this time. And, it's only 11:00 AM!


This leads me to believe that today could possibly be that day when the tide changes and things will start going right for me. In turn, the dessert of my life has been served, marking the half way point to the end of my life.


I am 41 years old and if good and bad are balanced in life, I will die at age 82.


Not a bad age for a dirt nap.

The Human Mill

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 21, 2011 at 10:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Written by Malvina Reynolds in 1962...


Little boxes on the hillside,

Little boxes made of ticky tacky,

Little boxes on the hillside,

Little boxes all the same.


There's a green one and a pink one

And a blue one and a yellow one,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


And the people in the houses

All went to the university,

Where they were put in boxes

And they came out all the same,


And there's doctors and lawyers,

And business executives,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


And they all play on the golf course

And drink their martinis dry,

And they all have pretty children

And the children go to school,


And the children go to summer camp

And then to the university,

Where they are put in boxes

And they come out all the same.


And the boys go into business

And marry and raise a family

In boxes made of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


There's a green one and a pink one

And a blue one and a yellow one,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


-not by me

Back to the Game

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 16, 2011 at 4:04 PM Comments comments (0)

I long for a home in a company

Somewhere to vent creativity

Before my boss’s bankruptcy

Life was pleasantly structured


I knew it would be increasingly difficult

To get back in the game of employment

Back to the cliques and suppressors

But also accomplishment and enjoyment


I think I’m finally ready

For the work that left me tired

So bring on the rejection letters

Until one of them says I’m hired


by me

Party Imbalance?

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 14, 2011 at 10:45 PM Comments comments (0)

2012 Presidential Candidates:


Democratic Party

• Barack Obama

• Randall Terry


Republican Party

• Herman Cain

• Newt Gingrich

• Gary E. Johnson

• Fred Karger

• Andy Martin

• Jimmy McMillan

• Roy Moore

• Ron Paul

• Tim Pawlenty

• Buddy Roemer

• Mitt Romney

• Rick Santorum



• Robert Burck

• Joe Schriner


Why are there 6X more Republican candidates so far?

The House of the Rising Sun

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 4, 2011 at 9:41 PM Comments comments (0)

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A Cyclonic Event

Posted by Joelle Michelle on April 28, 2011 at 12:31 PM Comments comments (0)

The dark monster vacuumed a path through the states

as I watched it televised live yesterday

What I saw was Hades opening its gates

while I prayed that people would move out of its way


Though stunned, adrenaline pumped through my veins

and there I sat, comfortably, with hops in hand

My feelings of helplessness won't ease the victims' pain

as they flee for their lives and take shelter if they can


We got a rush from watching- that everyone denies

and an unspoken truth we all knew

Lives were being taken before our very eyes

but there was nothing that any of us could do

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by me


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