Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Day: August 12, 2006

  • 20060812-A Flushing Back

    A final poem in response to a poem entitled ‘A Rushing Back’ by a ‘JB’.

    I flushed you back to your watery ways.
    Love is greater than whatever I paid.
    I failed to continue. I was afraid.
    Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
    I could not express my truth. As I gaze
    into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
    The event horizon has become my shade
    against the darkness in the coming days.

    Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
    my thought of being alone has fled away.
    I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
    and found your reality in my mind.
    My thoughts of you were never far behind.
    Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
    I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
    Our true love has been compliantly blind.

    Two poems of Italian octaves with ten syllables.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060812-Adult Autism

    I came across an article around 04:30AM. It describes a woman having children with autism from male donor sperms. What caught my attention was in the first paragraph, which describes her child as being ‘extremely sensitive to sound and walked on her toes.’

    I remember as a child walking on my toes and repeatedly rocking my head sideways prior to sleeping. As an adult, I hate loud noises and bright light to this day. Today’s early morning research on these medical conditions points to other weird ‘symptoms’ of lacking normal social interactive skills and having larger or smaller skull sizes.

    The related articles online are ‘symptoms’ described mostly for children. But I will find out if there is any such thing as diagnosis for adult autism. I see indications for repetitive and non-conformist behaviors. But being pigeon-holed into ‘abnormal’ categories is not nice.

    By the way, I’ve gotten one of those ‘gun’ vaccination on my upper left arm. The multiple-needle scar is still visibly circular and paler in color than the surrounding skin area. The medical community claims there is no link between vaccines and autism. (Yeah, right!)

    Author’s note: I have yet to create more masterpieces in art via my much neglected poems. The poems by ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida are so dearly missed.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

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  • 20060812-Stop It!

    Please stop spamming this Yahoo! account via email and chatting service.
    Please stop spamming my cellphone number.
    Please stop spamming my workphone number.

    Thank you for your cooperation.
    Stop It! Stop It! Stop It!

    P.S. Please stop spamming my landline number, too! (08-15-2006 12:19AM).

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060812-A Poem to Flynn

    A Rushing Back

    You came rushing back to me
    in my dreams last night.
    It’s been a while since I’ve
    felt your touch —
    heard your voice —
    saw your smile.

    You came rushing back to me
    in my dreams last night.
    I thought it was real.
    I thought it was you —
    holding onto me so tight.

    You came rushing back to me
    in my dreams last night.
    Please don’t wake me!
    I’m finally alive again

    I need you– don’t go
    you feel so real
    you feel so right

    oh baby it’s got to be true
    cause in my dreams

    I’m rushing back to you.

    Please don’t wake me…
    In my dreams I am alive again.

    I feel your touch.
    I hear your voice.
    I taste your smile.

    It’s seems so right.
    It feels so real. It’s got to be true….
    because…. in my dreams

    I’m rushing back to you

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.