Before I come up with something delectably, deliciously, decadently, temptingly tasty for your weekend's menu, I thought I'd toss a couple of useless thoughts around. Grab them as they fall from the cyber-sky if you wish or just ignore them.
I admit that I have a pretty crazy sense of humour. It goes without saying, really. I watched the first of the new season's episodes of "My Name Is Earl" last night. If any of you heard someone laughing in the distance and you were wondering from where it was echoing and who the perpetrator was....well, I cannot tell a lie...'twas I! It was so damn funny...very clever and so beautifully not politically-correct! I think that's why I enjoyed it so much!
A couple of things amused me yesterday, it would appear. One in particular being when Premier Peter Beattie was called a 'prostitute' in parliament by Mr. Messenger....Messenger then went ahead and apologised to all prostitutes! Hehehehehe....a bit of light relief, I thought!While laying in bed last night, I jotted/scribbled down some notes of what I wanted to write about in my post today. It's pretty disturbing when one can't understand one's "handwriting"! Sorry...whatever profundities* I was going to share with you will have to remain in the back-roads of my mind and in the indecipherable scribble in my notebook!
* I wrote "profundities"....not "profanities"....I just want to clarify that with you.
I promise I will return later with a couple of recipes for you to ponder over for possible weekend treats. I'll post some that you will not be able to resist!
In the meantime, I'm posting a poem I wrote. I hope you like it.
Carnival of Torment
I star in life’s carnival veiled in my disguise hiding my torment
Concealed from the games you play and your art of manipulation
Offender of my heart wearily I am accustomed to my discontent
Borrowed instances of happiness are only a momentary aberration
Walking as if in somebody else’s skin I’m a face lost in the crowd
Has it ever occurred to you the damage caused me by your deceit
Despairing bitter suffering enveloping me like a long grey shroud
Confused tortured by my inadequacies forlornly I admit final defeat
Lost in the darkness of the real world I give my plaintive cry intense
Rendered in the hour abducted by the wind’s jarring echoes
Shall I ever learn to breathe again soften a heart hardened in defence
Will someone be my savior shall my tears keep falling like dominoes
Maybe a day will come when at last I shall be able to return the favour
Or perhaps I’ll abandon the pain stow away from the torture you cause
Detouring past the hazard of you finding happiness to be my endeavour
No negative threads left of you and no thoughts of you to give me pause