Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Author: FLYNN

  • 20060808-Internet Love

    I realized that internet love is nonsense. Anyone pursuing online romance using this method is stupid. I happen to be a very stupid person because I risked running my emotions high and fell in love with whomever would be willing to chat with me. Oh well…

    I’ve met a few admirers offering promises of love and happiness; poems and flowers; a big happy family and lots of money. I believed each one was sincere and honest. Some are too far to meet in person. I’ve dated a few locals around here and once again the guys wanted to fulfill their baser activities.

    I gave each one the benefit of the doubt and tried to play nice as always. But my own eyes betrayed what I kept feeling inside. No one was marriage material and they did not give me that warm fuzzy feeling to indicate that a man would be meant for me. My first impressions were not always keen at first or ever, I’m afraid.

    And that is my problem. I learn slow and do not fully understand what could possible happen next. After a few attempts of trying to figure out the other party, that is my cue to take leave. The hurt from deceptions is the best lesson for the stupid and stubborn people who won’t listen to their families or friends.

    Tonight, I would like to leave everyone with some food for thoughts: Lies! All lies I tell you! Please stay away from the computer and stop chatting with strangers while you all still can! Don’t come back ever again! It’s dangerous territory and predators do lurk to suck you dry! Hurry and save your souls and sanity…

    P.S. I will admit, however, I am a loser in love who is already well taken cared of by real people who really love me for who I am – a loving person, indeed.

    P.S.S. You perps leave me alone too!

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

  • 20060806-Pigeons Watching

    My pigeon friends have been watching from their roost on this antenna, which is located on the roof of the next door neighbor. There were six pigeons which sat and watched the whole day from above their perches last Saturday, 08-05-2006.

    This particular picture shows four pigeons. This was taken on Sunday, 08-06-2006. I filled the birdbath in our backyard in hopes of seeing them land to take their shower. I gave the remaining six parakeets a shower.

    The whole weekend was clear blue skies with cool summer breeze, which makes me feel fine.

    I continue to pine for my beloved… darn!

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

  • 20060804-Flowers Love

    These are the two flowers remaining: One is pink and the other is orange/red. The original bunch was eighteen roses: six dark red, six orangy and six mixed (two pink, two white, two yellow/orange). These flowers were sent by my dearest and have been placed on our Sacred Space in our home for our Savior and Mother.

    My heart continues to pray for more flowers to open up to love and light.

    May God our Father find Mother Earth. May both be healed with loving help from above and within. Amen.

    Love:
    Flynn…

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

  • 20060803-Broken Dreams

    Lyrics to: “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams” by Green Day
    Album: “American Idiot” (2004).

    I walk a lonely road
    The only one that I have ever known
    Don’t know where it goes
    But it’s home to me and I walk alone

    I walk this empty street
    On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
    Where the city sleeps
    and I’m the only one and I walk alone

    I walk alone
    I walk alone

    I walk alone
    I walk a…

    My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
    My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
    Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
    ‘Til then I walk alone

    Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
    Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

    I’m walking down the line
    That divides me somewhere in my mind
    On the border line
    Of the edge and where I walk alone

    Read between the lines
    What’s ‘plucked’ up and everything’s alright
    Check my vital signs
    To know I’m still alive and I walk alone

    I walk alone
    I walk alone

    I walk alone
    I walk a…

    My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
    My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
    Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
    ‘Til then I walk alone

    Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
    Ah-ah, Ah-ah

    I walk alone
    I walk a…

    I walk this empty street
    On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
    Where the city sleeps
    And I’m the only one and I walk a…

    My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
    My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
    Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
    ‘Til then I walk alone…

    Below is a video I downloaded from somewhere on Thursday, August 03, 2006, 9:35:08 PM.

    Author’s note: I walked alone at Paramount’s Great America Theme Park (Santa Clara, CA). This reflects my current path and may well be for the rest of my life, if this is the case…

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

  • 20060802-Some Love

    Dedicated to ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida who once brought me joy and happiness…

    Lyrics to: “Somewhere My Love” by Paul Francis
    Movie: “Doctor Zhivago” (1965).

    Somewhere, my love,
    there will be songs to sing
    although the snow
    covers the hope of spring.

    Somewhere a hill
    blossoms in green and gold
    and there are dreams
    all that your heart can hold.

    Someday we’ll meet again, my love.
    Someday whenever the spring breaks through.

    You’ll come to me
    out of the long ago,
    warm as the wind,
    soft as the kiss of snow.

    Till then, my sweet,
    think of me now and then.
    God, speed my love
    til you are mine again.

    Author’s note: Flynn does listen to these older musics. It’s one of my personal favorites. May the Maker be with you always. Cos I love you, my dear… wherever you are…

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  • 20060731-Black Dough

    My musing barks like a little black crow.
    Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.
    I’m stuck in a rut. This is all I know.
    I’m indoors all day. There’s nowhere to go.
    I’m a boring girl. This lifestyle is slow.
    I’m unimpressive. There’s no one to show.
    I’m here by myself. No one says, ‘Hello.’
    My musing barks like a little black crow.

    I was content and carefree years ago.
    My happiest hopes and dreams seemed to grow.
    For six years, I learned about quid pro quo.
    My path has led me to a status quo.
    Their calls to me seemed based on purest snow.
    More fires of hell await me below!
    I don’t understand and may never know
    how desperate people are made to owe.
    Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.

    Third attempt at combining virelai nouveau moreem…
    Author’s note: Save your breath while you all still can…

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

  • 20060731-My Sigh

    Based on my chatting experience(s) of those willing to take any risk…

    Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.
    On this eve at eight-ten, some geese flew by
    in southbound formation – last day July.
    Through open windows, I saw clear blue sky.
    I heard their honking from two-stories high.
    I sounded a farewell and waved goodbye.
    I pray to God this guy is not a spy.

    Last week at the bank, I thought of that guy.
    My feeling has been that he seems nearby.
    For one month, we chatted – laugh, love and cry.
    These past two weeks of help have gone awry.
    I felt well used but could only deny.
    Death come to me if I’m left high and dry!
    Since there’s still nothing, I no longer cry.
    He did not land as this day draws nigh.
    Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.

    Second attempt at virelai nouveau with one dark musing of elusive relief…

    Author’s note: Save your chatting archives for later retrieval… Mine dates back since 1998…

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

  • 20060729-Cleared Love

    A thirteenth poem to JB of Florida in response to five more poems of his to me…

    Who is that fine guy with softest brown eyes?
    Through the windows of his soul, she could see.
    True love pulls into the driveway at night.
    New hopes arise where parking is free.

    What has she done for him to thank her more?
    Gut feelings allowed her belief in him.
    Cut to the chase with a place in his heart.
    But the price is going out on a limb.

    When did they first meet as good friends online?
    Pen for poems and flowers for her worked.
    Amen to both hearts as the busy days
    begins to grow, learn and heal where love lurked.

    Where is his woman? He prayed to the Lord.
    There she is waiting for him to come and
    share what lovers do under the covers.
    Prepare the handmaid with His guiding hand.

    Why live alone without the love from a
    guy who serves an unknown purpose? And yet
    by being open and honest he will
    try to love his woman with no regrets.

    How is this project a worthy new phase?
    Now is a new time of planting His seeds.
    Plow through the high walls that set us apart.
    Vow to start together with loving needs.

    First attempt at combining lento and five W’s (with a ‘How’ question)…

    P.S. I know you people are gauging my reaction to daily events… psyche!

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

  • 20060726-A Poem to Flynn

    God give me more love
    for my tender wife Cecil.
    Give me patience that lovers keep.
    Give me strength to love when sad.
    Give me happiness over sorrow.

    God give me the will
    never to disappoint her.
    Give me the skills I need
    to earn for her the happiness she deserves.
    Give me the charms to delight her body,
    enlighten me to stir her soul.

    Lord Jesus give me
    the love of Cecil
    and I’ll ask you
    for nothing more.

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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

  • 20060725-What ‘Muck’!

    Eh?
    Your damn English is so bizarre!
    Who the hell do you think you are?

    Your thick accent is not too clear.
    Bad reception made you sound far.

    I don’t understand you at all.
    Your background life is from afar.

    I ended up taking your fall.
    This online love was not on par.

    Huh?
    Those same people think I’m your whore.
    I’ll just suck on this fine cigar.

    I don’t care for you anymore.
    My life plays on this sad guitar.

    My hope is gone. Your fear is near.
    Be free to roam with your past scar.

    I’m free and clear. I’m sorry dear.
    Be safe to drive in your fast car.

    What?
    You freaking ‘foreigners’ are weird.
    Don’t expect to get your pink card.

    I expected to touch your beard.
    My heart was free but now is hard.

    Those elites made us your users.
    The choice to share has left us scarred.

    Death awaits Flynn’s ‘love’, you losers!
    All your souls are looking quite charred.

    Fourth attempt at ghazal and dark (based on a hunch, you damn freaks!)…

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

  • 20060723-Bankers Beware

    Bankers beware if you really care.
    Heaven insists that you must share.

    People suffer from pain and cry
    like those trapped in underground lair.

    Well paid tools, who play the bad guy,
    continue to live in despair.

    Pity those whose jobs is to spy.
    ‘God’ of men’s money do not scare.

    You should ask yourselves why you lie
    and wonder why life is unfair.

    You keep questioning as to why
    your answers are not always there.

    Truth is somewhere you can’t deny
    for most of you are unaware.

    Your hope is here when angels fly
    as God hears your loving prayer.

    When ‘All-Eye’ blinks, you may all die.
    Levels meet and part on the square.

    From here and now, Flynn’s says goodbye
    to her angel with long black hair.

    Third attempt at combining ghazal and dark (with hard to find rhymes)…

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

  • 20060722-Guitar Gods

    Rock on! Guitar gods wherever you roam.
    I want your autographs. Please take me home!

    Burn my heart with your electronic toys.
    All hail guitar gods with metallic chrome.

    Make my ears bleed from your wondrous, loud noise.
    Bravo guitar gods with amplified ohm.

    Feed my dark soul with your heavenly joys.
    Behold guitar gods from the thunder dome.

    Kick start Flynn’s system from those lightning boys.
    Woo! Hoo! Guitar gods dripping with sea foam.

    Second attempt at combining ghazal and dark (from a groupie)…

    Author’s note: Do not attempt to play electronic guitars while in water. Combined images of sweat dripping from long-haired guys and Venus, the goddess of love, rising from the sea to symbolize the resurrection of my head banging days.

    Addemdum-10-02-2007: The inspiration for this poem is from a YouTube.com video entitled Pachelbel’s Canon (in D major) | Uploaded by quitar90 on December 20, 2005. The number of views so far is: 28,907,060. Rock on – dude!

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