Shelby asks: Which is the most dreaded event?....

Which is the most dreaded of events?
	Standing in line at DMV?
	Visiting with your in-laws?
	Introducing your new beau to the pals?
	Going to the dentist for a filling?
	Answering chain letters out of blind-fear-of-retaliation?
	Math class?
	Your first sexual experience?
	Paying credit card bills?
	Dying a tragic but quick and painless death?
	Answering my dumb polls?
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§ Beware Picket Pockets & Loose Women

Beware: pickpockets, loose women,
and (too) nice men

Complimentary competitors,
fragrance-counter salespeople.

Offers to good-to-refuse,
money-back guarantees and
mail-in rebates

And without a doubt,
never trust anyone,
you can't live without.

Run, Leap, Scram...
the minute you discover.

'Cause as surely as you can't
….They can.


- Shelby (March ‘05)

Half of what you see

Take a moment,
lend a hand,

Render a decision,
take a stand.

Speak like a lady,
fight like a man.

Toughen up little lady,
listen here, little girl.

Hold me up,
stand beside me.

Take your place,
keep your voice down.

Mother me;
look at me with the eyes of a child.

Believe in me,
trust no one.

So, here I am:
with my abs hard, ass tight. my heart open..but my mouth shut.

So, here I stand:Half of What You See...with just few of your double entendres’

to live by.

And remember;
only believe half of what you see.

Which half is the question?


-Shelby (March ‘05)

The catch...

So, if you've found me, I probably lured you here. Welcome to my secret life, that of a fairly awful poet I am afraid. An aspiring, frightfully naive philosopher of sorts, here to observe, comment and ponder. I'll leave it up to you to decide whether or not we speak a common language.

For myself, in truth: I often wonder if I am alone in this...sort of wandering wonder. It is then my trusty keyboard allows me to release the ache created by life. One which fills-up quickly with a mixture of despair, happiness, exhilaration, boredom, regret, love and fear.

The words, albeit each of them simple, seem to ease the guilt that accompanies my sense of personal responsibility to grow and evolve my level of understanding and search for truth. So here I go, as I take the plunge and reveal to you my trusty "blanket": a patchwork of my humanity....