Dear Diary

[sonofthesun]

dear diary...
i cant stop thinking of F.M.D
and his thoughts of HIM
and the heights we can bring this to
and the depths we dwell in
allowance is and must be the interaction
can i cast judgement
good to evil is a relative thing
besides the truth that dwells within
ignorance runs rampant and is put on the pulpit
who is it that shall tear it down
who is it that raise their voice in expectation
and replace it with the word of love and understanding
be it the bug the ground the air that we are breathing
all is as important as any
death to categories
we are all in in together
amen and awomen and everthing outside and in between

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
it's the morning after
the day before and I'm
not sure whether time
has stood still or whether
it's still going but I feel like
I'm going uphill from the
down side of yesterday
the way the clock plays
tricks with my head.

Dear Diary,
i am not dead and
i don't plan on announcing
it yet but somehow i can't
remember to forget how
to stop breathing when
there's nothing to
breathe again for.

Dear Diary,
there's a knot in the
core of my heart, haven't
gotta kickstart prayer,
something's wrong in there,
I swear, Dear Diary,
and I don't know
what it is!

Dear Diary,
this whole living thing
is like show biz, gotta show up
on stage when the curtain
opens, but today i'm just hopin'
for a break for a while,
wanted to go to the beach,
dance with the mermaids,
style my hair in a new do...
but I'm sittin' here alone,
how about you? can you
come and save me, dear?

Dear Diary,
having a wonderfully
confusing time.
wish you were here.

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
these are my thoughts
for the day ...

Mostly they are questions.
Perhaps you have some answers.

How can I find someone
to come out and play?

Is a person ever to old
to become a professional dancer?

When at an impasse in life,
which way do you go?

I was always told that the
most important part of life
is simply to show up.

Do you think that's true?

Well I'm here. I showed up.
Now what do I do?

[mousey1]

Dear Diary

today I'm older
but not much wiser
still a wise cracker
independent but wishing
wishing I could lean upon something else but me
I've tried you know, dear dear Diary
to hold the fears at bay
not show too much
of the doubt and the leery
that leaves my eyes bleary
and bagging

And diary
when I look in the mirror
I see a face intent on sagging
drooping to the floor
bending low
bowing ever closer
to the age
perhaps the agelessness
of not really caring

but I do

I do, dear Diary
I care
and you, so patiently
listen to my woes
not crying, but sympathy is there
your blank eyes staring
to be filled.

Dear, dear Diary
thank God for you

the listener
no jagged pointing fingers
no nasty tongue wagging!

[mousey1]

And dear Diary
you know you're never too old
to dream
to hold beauty within your pages
and fling it back
smiling at all the beens and dones
that we were

Yes perhaps life wasn't all that fulfilling
everyone thought
she can do better
everyone but her
she knew she was just a
dreamer

and dreams are what carry us through
because if you can dream
you've still got something to look forward to.

[mousey1]

Dear Diary
I've killed you
I meant only to Go
and you went
stabbed in the neck
by my fervor

Is it just me
or does anyone else ever feel
that their post
is the death knell
donging?



Farewell
sweet Diary
your pages my delight
I leave you as you lay
quietly.

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
I can't keep up!
I haven't written to you
for days. Oh my, the ways
of the world are so busy!
It's enough to make me dizzy!
Too many emails, too many
computer files! While I'm sleeping,
30 more come in. And the
electronic age was supposed
to begin to make life easier?

Dear Diary,
I cannot breath from so much
non-living stuff to do! I need a
beach trip and a true
dear friend to travel with me....
to the sea! To the sea!

I do believe it's time to retire.
Perhaps I'll set my hair on fire.
Turn my skin to cinder and ash.
File for disability and collect the
cash so I can rest and enjoy
my time.

Dear Diary,
are you in connection with God?
Can you change my water into wine?

I'm am tired, Dear Diary,
my dearest friend.
I can't keep up with the
ones and zeros.
I am spread too thin.

Let's take a trip to Aruba
or Hawaii, OK?
I'll spring for the tickets,
leave the rest of my life behind.

Can we go today?

[Diana Moon Glampers]

Dear Diary

A man would have to be pretty dam sure of his masculinity to post to a thread like this.

I drilled a hole in my thumb today so I can put it in my mouth and blow.

But my lungs are wheezing and I don't have enough air in them to blow hard enough to inflate my spine. I am thinking about buying ah air compressor.

I watched dear Julia Child all week

On PBS.

How hunched up her spine looked.

But she was still so lovely and gracious.

well I don't think I can sit here any longer for now.

I have painted a picture with JASC the hundred dollar clone of Photo Shop

I can't wait to post it.

I will be back later after I move around a bit.

Cause if I don't get up now my body will set like concrete.

[diesel dyke]

Dear Diary

I write to you with a heavy heart today. I am dazed with self negativity around my job which frankly I am doing terribly at.

Well at least according to the evaluations they are sending me. I am getting all kinds of warnings about poor performance. Second notices and coaching. I have been trying to explain that the warnings they are giving me are due to a technical issue with the computer I am using which throws me off the network.

I am dazed with and confused with fears.

I don't know where to begin. I guess with my dread of being homeless again.

How many times can I throw my life in the wind and trust to blind faith?

I just can't let go again. Maybe I am old and wiser, or just a coward.

I know Jesus loves me but I would rather be able to pay rent than live at the mission again.


oh dear diary look at all the lonely people
help me find the compassion to go on
all the lonely people
where do they all come from

thank you dear diary

[stilltrucking]

Dear Diary

I feel like a voyeur or something

I have been reading other peoples diary entries

As if I can help

but it is ludicrous

what can I do

I am old but But I am happy

And cat stevens changed his name

he could be a suicide bomber for all I know

but I would sing you a lull a bye that silent woman sang for her teen age daughter
when the kid was suffering so much angst

"baby baby its a wild world"

I might maybe could have reached out a helping hand once

but I turned away in disgust

I am pretty sure I just had a brilliant insight

but it went away in a flash back of guilt and remorse

I would sing a song for silent woman's eldest daughter

but she is dead

gone in a wreck on San Marcos pass

another flash back

I don't know who will be waiting for me when I reach the other shore


I can only wish it will be her

"cut me loose let me fly
after all these years I am still alive" the spinoza of baltimroe.

dear diary give me strength for the day

so long for now

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
This isn't how it's supposed to be.
Soon there'll be a way to free
the spirit. There's music playing
and I hear it getting closer
or else I'm moving toward
the sound. Around here it's
clear when something's afoot ...

Dear Diary,
I'm going to put
my dancing shoes on 'cause
there are laws against it
staying this way since
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
It's not good for you, it's not right
for me so I'm getting ready to
take a chance and bet the next
thing comin' is a real fine dance.

Dear Diary,
I'm almost through
with the way it's not supposed to be,
how about you?

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
what happened to summer?
It feels like a crisp cool
autumn day.
It's only early September
but the way the sun is
moving farther away
makes me wish
summer would stay
much longer.

Am I wrong or
isn't the season supposed
to last until the 21st?

I'm so not ready for the chilly cold
months, I'm so not ready, Dear Diary,
my friend.

Can you tell me where I can go
where summer would never end?

[stilltrucking]

Dear Diary

I been thinking about moving to Anartica

Fifty days of hundred degree weather taking its toll on my spirit

I feel like I been under house arrest.

Seems like the only two things I complain about any more is women and the weather.

Talking with baby sister about the tv show Sex In The City. She hates that show and always watches it. The only character she really likes is the plain jane who is working for her law degree.

Got me thinking about 1962 college park maryland and Sarah Tannnenbaum.

I wonder how she is doing, still kicking I hope. Probably a retired doctor by now.

That was a bad year
the year I froze up inside
I never will forget Sarah's smile that day.
My heart almost unfroze
I still treasure the memory of her smile and kind words.

good night dear diary
where ever you are.

[Doreen Peri]

Dear Diary,
today is Sunday which
is an appropriate name
for the day since the sun
is shining in such a way
as to illuminate my dreams.

Everything's not exactly
as it seems, I know that much
by now.

Dear Diary,
can you help clarify
somehow
what everything is
exactly?

I need some facts,
not speculation.
What's my role in
this creation? I'm
feeling rather lost
these days, my purpose
seems obscure.

Dear Diary,
can you tell me
what it is and why
my vision seems so
blurred?

Thank you for your help,
my friend. You are dear to me
and so I send my love.

[SadLuckDame]

Dear Diary,

When I'd out and out
asked of her,
"What troubles your heart?"
She'd replied only
how he was sent to warm her.

"But who?" replied I.

She'd spent last Sunday
covered over the head.

This was quite unlike her,
it may become a disastrous course
where weekends she'd not be content.

Though by Monday, her face flushed
and cheerful she rose from bed.

Her sister has been difficult
to deal with.

(I hope you won't mind my intrusion, I'm a sucker for confessions.
Give me a priest, I've never had one.)