|Posted by llacroie on January 22, 2015 at 1:20 PM||comments (0)|
Sometimes I wish people had a little more vinegar in their piss.
I wasn't born a warrior. Like all mankind, I was a helpless, naked, infant dependent on it's mother to feed it and wipe its ass every time it took a shit. Life shapes and changes the contours of our face. The chuby cherub is molded and squeezed to look the part of who it really is. Have you ever seen a warrior with a babyface?
We, warriors, are pointed at by accusatory fingers of aggr...Read Full Post »
|Posted by llacroie on October 16, 2013 at 1:15 PM||comments (0)|
you breathe life
Take my cash..
Give me smiles..
Won't take time,
to read my files..
In the valley of death
you treat the sick like goldmines
bleed illness as milk
blind heart to their tears.
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|Posted by llacroie on October 15, 2013 at 11:00 AM||comments (0)|
Remember when I wrote about the 80s? How the world seemed to be in an utter state of confusion..?
Well, it's 2013, and though I feel as though I, pretty much, get it, I don't feel as though the world is getting with it!
For real, how many people have to die in the name of God or Sin?
How many must continue to starve while half the world throws out their left-overs?
How many must go to sleep alone when there are others wanting and willing to love ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by llacroie on October 13, 2013 at 2:55 PM||comments (0)|
begotten from lips,
heart; his eyes;
burn like Myrrh,
Love spins like Dirvishes,
engulfed in blaze,
cooled with mint
smoke of ecstacy.
|Posted by llacroie on October 10, 2013 at 3:30 PM||comments (0)|
Sometimes I catch myself indulging in something that tickles faded memories in the back of my mind.
I read a story... that my husband wrote... just for me. The words sprung from the page like a loaded bullet train colliding with my breath.
After the reading, came the recalling. He was a child and I was a child in the memories of Fort Lee...that's where we met; in the high school cafeteria. I liked his shirt and asked if I could borrow it, to which...Read Full Post »
|Posted by llacroie on October 7, 2013 at 3:10 PM||comments (0)|
Sexy title, right?
I mean, there's something about feline animals that project allure and a sense of elegant mystery. But this entry has nothing to do with all that. See, a little over a month ago, my Dad went out for a walk in the neighborhood and came back carrying a newborn kitten. He found it crying in a dumpster. It was white with little patches of orange and grey.
When I saw it, it was plainly obvious that it was too young to feed on its own. It wouldn't stop crying. In the ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by llacroie on October 6, 2013 at 6:25 AM||comments (0)|
Do you have faith in what you believe?
For those of us who have been born into ideology, crapped on by sociology and sought redemption in cultural anthropology, how many of us actually have faith in what we believe? A bit of it; perhaps. Some of it; maybe. But all of it?
I work at a private school where pretty much every kid is born with a silver spoon in their mouth. And you know what I see in these kids? DREAMS.
Inside their minds are whirpools of aspirations...Read Full Post »
|Posted by llacroie on October 5, 2013 at 10:50 AM||comments (0)|
The 1980s boasted an era of complete confusion. Everything was confused; music, fashion, hair, and make-up.
It started with the discovery of the synthesizer and the birth of four chords... and dispersed into the big hair, multi-bright-colors-glow-in-the-dark make-up, and the note-worthy shoulder pads.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a child of the 80s. So while I get sit back and laugh at my pictures as a big-haired 80s kid, I also consider the one solid thing that t...Read Full Post »
|Posted by llacroie on October 4, 2013 at 1:30 PM||comments (0)|