Word 19: Lies

Lies…

“here lies the lie that lies lying where truth once lied…”
My mother always said, “If you’d lie…you’d steal.” As a kid I never quite knew what that meant. I always thought it was some off-color wives’ tale she’d told us kids to discourage lying to her. After all, just because I’d lie…perhaps to get out of something I’d done…doesn’t mean I’d steal. 
Then I grew up and I understood the foundation of a lie. The anatomy of a lie. I saw for the first time (whilst in a relationship built on the shaky legs of a liar) that a lie is INDEED theft. When you lie, mislead, deceive…you steal. You rob the person or persons of knowledge and therefore the rights to participate, accept, stay or leave. You sneak in and slip a burlap sack over that person’s confidence in you and you hold it for ransom; as long as you get what you want out of the deal…the confidence is “safe”
…but a liar can never promise safety. Nothing can be trusted in a person who would concoct a lie for their own purposes, voiding any truth that would bring their character into question.
Beware of Liar…beware of thieves who steal the truth and bury it with bones that later get dug up and carried, full of decay and the stench of dead intentions.

The Nineteenth Day…

…your favorite day of the week and why

It used to be Thursday (Cosby Show, A Different World…Must See TV and all that). It also was payday for a bit.

I used to love Wednesdays for the same reason (some kind of television program) …also, it’s the “hump” in the week…the exhale of the week where you finally can see the weekend on the horizon. (I was born on a Wednesday, too)

I’ll just say Saturday.

It was cartoon day as a kid with the line up of my faves: The Smurfs, The Littles, Scooby Doo, Thundercats, Jem!, Alf, Looney Tunes, Tom & Jerry (and Sundays were the day for Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse shorts between The Three Stooges).

..and even though it was also the day we cleaned the house top to bottom…it could ALSO be the day to go out and shop. PRIME time to beg for stuff from mom.

It was the day of the week where I could run OUT of my house and be FREEEEEEE!!!

It was for a time…the night of the week that new movies premiered on Starz! I live for new movie premieres. Don’t forget “Saturday Night Live”…I loved them since the days of Jane Curtain, Gilda Radner, Chevy Chase, John Belushi and Eddie Murphy. (Even though I don’t watch it that much anymore. I normally forget)

Saturday is also the day of the week referenced for my sign (Capricorn)…along with the #8…but, that’s neither here nor there. lol

Saturday or Sabado in Spanish…represent a day for “me time”…even though I know how to turn ANY day into that kind of day. lol

Saturdays are days I get to hang with my sistars. It’s also “Big Breakfast Day” in my house. It’s the one day of the week where I (and sometimes mom) will make a full on breakfast with waffles or pancakes or French Toast with meat (for her) and eggs (for me). Sometimes it’s home fries and ALWAYS coffee! ::swoons for cafe::

Yea…I still love Saturdays.

19~ I, The Pen…Ink, My Soul

What do you love to do the most?

THIS!!!

Writing. It’s my passion. I dream of stories and characters and how I’m going to weave it into something bordering on literary genius. LOL

I’ve always loved writing…

  • I practiced my penmanship independent of my teacher’s instruction
  • I had perfect penmanship before most of my friends could write in print
  • I learned calligraphy (translated literally into “beautiful writing”) in 7th grade and was told that I was one of the quickest studies at that time
  • I’ve been drawing and writing stories around characters since the 6th grade (I suppose that made me 10 at the time)
  • I STILL write the alphabet in print, script and calligraphy in my free time
  • Poems have always come easily to me…so has creative writing, but oddly enough I am having the hardest time composing an ending to a book I started in late 2005/early 2006. Too critical of my own work
Basically, writing is in me the way breathing comes instinctively. Second to writing, would be cooking and other “hobbies” like photography, drawing, Interior Design, arts & crafts and watching movies.
I have had a love of words since I was a child. I owned a Junior Scrabble game and love to expand my vocabulary. I once drew on an old journal, “Thoughts to words, words to sentences, sentences spoken, words heard”. It’s the basic cycle of thoughts manifesting. Thoughts are things and become enlivened with the passion of writers, thinkers, speakers…I truly believe the world goes ’round and history is penned by those who take the nuances of events and weave them into tablets of reference.
I am learning every time that I write…more about how much I love writing. I have literary hopes that far span erotica, poetry and short stories. I’d love to write something epic and classic for the times and have my name written/spoken beside bards of old and great authors in my time.
I pray that my work touches…any one…if only one. I would hope that my love could be felt through every word I create. That’s my ultimate goal.

Dia Diezinueve~ What Do You Think About Religion?…




What do you think about politics?


This is gonna be a QUICK blog as well. Just like with my regrets and gay marriage, I have little to say because it’s one of those things where you just let it be what it is. I don’t regret too many things. I don’t try and dictate people’s lives and I don’t argue over things that are opinion-based.

Religion? Whatever you believe in is between you and your God/demigod/etc. If you believe in Darwinism and feel there is no God…so be it. If you believe in Jesus as your savior…or Muhammad as your prophet…or you believe in Buddha, Yahweh, Jehovah, Tao, or whomever you bow to…it’s YOUR business. I believe in what I believe in and I respect FULLY who it is that you decide to worship…if anyone.



The quickest way for me to dismiss you is for you to be judgmental based on your beliefs and try to label me as a non-believer for not agreeing with you.


Politics? I hate that word. Politics (the word) always reminds me of the concept of “spinning” things for palatability rather than the truth of affairs. All politics is to me is several groups of people deciding what’s best for a larger group of people. I don’t argue politics because the moment you speak your mind and say something that doesn’t fit into a perfect box…you get called out and labeled. Communist, Fascist, Republican, Democrat…blah blah.


I’m on the side of RIGHT. Equality. Action. Change. Respect. Rights…and the ability to be who you are in this so-called land of freedom without being shoved into a corner.


My ex used to piss me off when he said, “You’re either WITH me or AGAINST me…”. I hate that idea. Being FOR you doesn’t even mean that I believe what you believe. It just means that we have at least ONE common interest. I’d rather rebel and be against you, even if you have a point…then to mindlessly be with you and not understand why I’m there. 


In the words of any evasive interviewee: “No Comment…” LOL