A Little Cynical For A Friend~

A Minds Eye Visit From The Cynic In Me~

My smile, a little crooked too, my back hurts, so limp I do but I'm alive. Yet the limp I limp is within my minds eye. It's the unsound ground upon which I stand.

If I sing a little loud or proud I am known as *trouble* and if I whisper I am known as *troubles a brewing*

Sometimes I know I am dammed if I do, yet for certain I am damned if I don't, hurt if I will, hurt if I don't but I carry on an smile my crooked smile all the while. Sometimes that's all I've got.

At times I feel I must *keep em wondering* surely what will I come up with next? So on aching back or crooked smile I try and try to *give* my best. But to whom?

Yet there are times I am unable to do that, days, nights, the things I do are so few. Are my imperfections showing through?

I know not, I wonder little, I know much, yet wonder a lot.

For when all is said and done my friend what I've been giving, well it's about all I've got. Surely things a Dragon Heart would understand, I think you will understand my friend, I think you will understand.

My crooked smile, my achy back, my cynical wording always displayed, all the while I shall be wondering, when all is said and done, and final day is Orr who are those who shall visit my grave?

Even the graves in my *minds eye* but it's OK to wonder isn't it?

Just a cynical visit from a friend to a friend, from one to another who more than likely will *understand* from one Dragon Heart to another.

Signed simply, and imperfectly.

Your Friend,

Mistress Reba~

Copyright © m r 3/08/08

Nebulous You Say, I Say Veiled~

Nebulous you say, I say veiled, as I know much of what lies behind the *shadows* and I find it best to stay within the mindset of the lurkers like a lead dog lurker myself, as it is they at my heels and ass, not mine at thine. It is safer, more secure that way my friend, in the front rather than at the end. So for now confusion to *them* is the best I can hand feed them.

Now off the anagrams of sorts.

I think as I read what you are saying it's all a money game as well as arcane. As there is NO longer such thing as real Medicine, so no thank them, I shall visit the Witch Doctor who still resides somewhere I am certain in Nwalins.

You remember him don't you? Hell I think it was you who gave me his businessman's calling card love *winks* if I recall correctly.

This has the making of prose, I shall go post it I suppose and give more shadows something to ponder, let them chew the fat.

Well I am glad you saw the *shadows* as shadows, artifacts of sorts eh' another way to *rape* the masses of human herd whose very life are balanced in the hands of such fools.

The position of physician is much like the system, and the system is a *prod* while they will *rape* the wealthy, and *fuck* the poor all with the same hand that dangles our very destiny betwixt their fingers as a puppet.

Gone to hell eh' well I would say in a *hand basket* at full speed downhill, hell that is why I *seldom* DR, rather I cope and hope for the best.

Love Ya,
Mistress Reba~


~Mistress Reba~

Copyright © m r 2/28/08