tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44583678693947938362011-11-27T15:35:44.611-08:00blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-10427964824680015812008-11-03T19:32:00.001-08:002008-11-12T18:03:16.028-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blogspotter/3001769696/" title="180px-Lightning_strike_jan_2007 by Rroll97, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/3001769696_b278052a1f_o.jpg" width="180" height="120" alt="180px-Lightning_strike_jan_2007" /></a><br /><br />I've tried to be so nice<br />Being nice is practically a vice<br /><br />I've tried to be so kind<br />Being kind is difficult I find<br /><br />You turn your back, you shrug and walk away<br />Indifferent to the things I have to say<br /><br />You're drawn to things that twinkle and entice<br />Yes, this will be the very end of nice<br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-1042796482468001581?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-2982848295546801062008-08-16T19:15:00.000-07:002008-11-03T19:42:33.598-08:00The laboratory is all a mess<br />And what took place is just a guess<br /><br />But it's clear enough to me ...<br />The doctors disagree<br /><br />They had a clever plan for a Monster Man<br />but agreement was the key ...<br /><br />There was a quantum shake-up over hair and makeup<br />The doctors disagree<br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-298284829554680106?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-34532185695205968452007-11-06T11:11:00.000-08:002007-11-07T21:05:39.687-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blogspotter/1891958151/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2306/1891958151_bdb79059ef_m.jpg" width="167" height="240" alt="mrln2" /></a><br /><br />I was Marilyn in '62<br />killing all my demons<br />with Vodka Gimlets, a few<br /><br />and I was Aprhrodite<br />in <em>Something's Got to Give</em><br />resplendent in the dailies<br />with four months still to live<br /><br />Hello Mr. Cukor<br />I'm sorry that I'm late<br />I found myself detained<br />by a new barbiturate<br /><br />Yes, I was blonde Venus<br />at the age of thirty-six<br />seeking absolution <br />with the milligrams I would mix<br /><br />And now an image flickers<br />Blonde actress on the screen<br />in quiet desperation<br />yes, I was Norma Jean<br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-3453218569520596845?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-18435483845794997832007-11-06T10:35:00.001-08:002008-11-12T18:05:58.489-08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blogspotter/1892904056/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/1892904056_d6a33d7e72_m.jpg" width="154" height="240" alt="386px-A_full_moon_reflecting_off_the_river_-_NOAA" /></a><br /><br />I move through dark and light<br />I see beyond the ordinary night<br /><br />I see the shadows fall<br />The shadows disturb me not at all<br /><br />I have a God who speaks<br />He speaks through art and rhyme<br />He speaks in subtleties that reach beyond all ordinary Time<br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-1843548384579499783?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-68147853173186678712007-11-06T10:30:00.000-08:002007-11-07T21:06:38.370-08:00Look and you will see<br />A different side of me<br /><br />Talk and you will find<br />Another facet of my mind<br /><br />Touch and you will feel<br />A part of me that's real<br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-6814785317318667871?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-70229822097488240602007-11-06T09:14:00.000-08:002007-11-07T21:06:45.921-08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Variety</em> says, "The play's a hit"</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But <em>TIME</em> will say, "It's just a skit"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">where leading actors lose their way -- the victims of a sad cliche</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and angry divas primp and preen -- to dominate the dying scene</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Come join with me, the play's begun</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">We're going to have theatric fun</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">We'll get no Tony for our part</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Although we play with mind and heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And with each Act, we'll have to say,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">"This play's a rage, in every way" </span><br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-7022982209748824060?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458367869394793836.post-55336015434711797222007-11-06T09:04:00.000-08:002007-11-07T21:06:51.693-08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;">There are those<br />And they are few<br />Who understand<br />The Things I do<br /><br />There are those<br />And they are wise<br />Who see my face<br />Through any guise<br /><br />Come be with me and you will see -- a colorful Reality<br /><br />And you can be among the few<br />Who understand<br />The Things I do </span><br /><br />© 2007 blogSpotter<strong></strong> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458367869394793836-5533601543471179722?l=sparrow-grass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>blogspotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11934438551956575651noreply@blogger.com0