Black Heart

black lady secrets

She had a black heart,

Black as coal.

Cold as a moonless winter.

Wrapped it around her victims,

Strangled them left them for dead.

But they rose up

Sent her an evil lover

To wrap his dark mind around hers,

Rip out what was left of her black heart.

and he left her as a voiceless puddle,

Slowly oozing into the sewer. 

Such are the rewards of such a heart.

Guard yourself well 

Before you join her.



Green Eyed Monster

It grabs you silently by the heart

Gives you a sudden start.

Fending off yet another

Possible, maybe lover.

Sexting, email all are suspect

Loss of all your own self-respect.

Chase them down give them misery

Such is your sad history.

Look in the mirror long and hard

Shatter your love shard by shard.

Can’t admit it is he that he cheated

and made your love defeated.

The list goes on and on it seems

Shatters all your dreams.

The spikey tail of jealousy and its’ sting

You cannot cope, you cannot bring

Yourself to understand your love

Is not a sweet and gentle dove

But a poorly disguised rat

and it isn’t the others that

Betrayed you.

Dismayed you.

It was the viper in your breast

That destroyed your little nest.



Welcome little spy

get smart phone

You think I don’t see you?

You think I am naive.

Slinking around on your belly

while your curiosity you relieve

Say hello to your little friends

I know they are here too.

I know you see

By the things that you do.

You are silly and strange

Bought really cheap

Information you arrange

To send them you creep.

The stalker can’t do it

The law won’t allow

So you do it yourself

You idiot cow.



Friends from Social Media what is the difference?

friends unspoken

Friendship is a funny thing. We can know some people all our lives and not make a connection others we meet and click immediately. Makes you wonder what makes those connections. I have some friends I never physically met. I know sounds weird but in this day and age with internet we can make friends from thousands of miles away. In countries we will never visit. Some of them I have met on Facebook I have become very close with and even have started real life friendships. When you meet someone on the internet you first make friends with their inner being. The physicality doesn’t matter. You have no preconceived ideas from what they look like. It is a marvelous tool for those with disabilities that have problems communicating in real life. Several of my friends have different disabilities that I never knew about until we were friends for a long time. Sure people can hide behind a profile but don’t people do that in real life? Put on their social manners? Dress to impress?

I would like to say it doesn’t matter but when you are in the initial stage of getting acquainted you do have preconceived ideas of what people are thinking or what they are able to do. It gets in the way. I am being really honest here. It would be nice if it wasn’t true but we are biologically programmed that way. I have made friends with people that had disabilities in real life too. One of my colleagues was a paraplegic. One of the funniest, smartest young men I ever met. I have several social media friends that have other disabilities I don’t consider them any different than the ones that aren’t challenged physically. A lot of times they are better as they have had to rely on personality and fortitude to get them through. Many of them develop a wicked sense of humor.

disability scott hamilton

One of the problems is that we try to hard to pretend the disabilities don’t exist when we meet people. They do. It is part of what makes them who they are. Usually they are funny, smart, really brave people. Most that I have become friends with won’t let it get in the way of their lives. They want to be treated like everyone else. Why shouldn’t they? Social media makes that possible. For all of us. We can be who we are. I like the idea that people don’t treat me differently because I am older than some. In real life I am a bit shy as well. It isn’t easy for me to trust people and form friendships.

So all in all Social media like Facebook and others allow people to form bonds where they weren’t before. If properly used it can add a lot to people’s lives. So for all my friends I truly treasure you. No matter what the circumstances of us coming together.


Evil behind a pretty face

Evil face

Such a pretty young face,
to hide such a dark heart.
To show no trace
Of her black art.

She weaves the pain
The heartless schemes.
Destroys the name,
And all her dreams.

Who knew such a vicious snake
Could crawl and creep
just for evil’s sake
Disturb the sleep.

Of other souls and beings
Just for a comedy,
To create the beginnings
Of tragedy.

All is lost now.
Nothing is left.
She can but bow,
and be bereft.

Sociopathic Lying Pseudologia Fantastica and Mythomania

Liars shaw

In psychiatry, pathological lying (also called compulsive lying, pseudologia fantastica and mythomania) is a behavior of habitual or compulsive lying.It was first described in the medical literature in 1891 by Anton Delbrueck. Pathological lying has been defined as “falsification entirely disproportionate to any discernible end in view, may be extensive and very complicated, and may manifest over a period of years or even a lifetime”. The individual may be aware they are lying, or may believe they are telling the truth, being unaware that they are relating fantasies.

Little has been written about pathological lying but studies show that it has a prevalence of almost 1 in 1,000. It usually starts with juveniles at the age of 16 years. 30% have has a chaotic home environment where a parent or family member had a mental disturbance.

The stories told are usually dazzling or fantastical, but never breach the limits of plausibility, which is key to the pathological liar’s tack. The tales are not a manifestation of delusion or some broader type of psychosis; upon confrontation, the teller can admit them to be untrue, even if unwillingly.
The fabricative tendency is chronic; it is not provoked by the immediate situation or social pressure so much as it is an innate trait of the personality. There is some element of dyscontrol present.
A definitely internal, not an external, motive for the behavior can be discerned clinically: e.g., long-lasting extortion or habitual spousal battery might cause a person to lie repeatedly, without the lying being a pathological symptom.
The stories told tend toward presenting the liar favorably. The liar decorates their own person by telling stories that present them as the hero or the victim. For example, the person might be presented as being fantastically brave, as knowing or being related to many famous people, or as having great power, position, or wealth.It can also portray them as a victim of diabolical plots.

Pathological lying may also present as false memory syndrome, where the sufferer genuinely believes that fictitious (imagined) events have taken place. Sometimes when the lie gets a life of it’s own the sufferer begins to believe the delusion them selves.

Because pathological lying has not been recognized as a disorder it can be difficult to diagnose. There are many other disorders that can account for it such as Psychopathy, antisocial, borderline, narcissistic and histrionic disorders.

When a lie detector is used it can show that the pseudologia fantastica patients exhibit arousal, stress and guilt from the deception. Psychopaths have none of these reactions.

PF sufferers often lie because they think their lives are boring and they need to make themselves more interesting. Pathological lying is also Factor 1 in the Hare Psychopathy checklist.

People need to be aware of these personalities as they can wreck their own and others lives with their stories. Reputations and relations suffer greatly because of them. So in conclusion if the lie seems fantastic it probably is. Always question the reasons behind the story. Sometimes things just aren’t what they seem and Narcissists and Sociopaths are very good at all of this. It is used quite often in social media to boost the pathological liars status among their friends. Also in real life these lies can be used to denigrate others and show the pathological liar in a more favorable light.

Living with Gratitude not negativity

negativity butterfly

What is it with negative people? Always looking for something to complain about. You know the type if the sun is out they might get a sunburn. If it is raining their hair gets frizzy or their arthritis acts up. They hate everybody and everything.

There is so much to be grateful for. We live in a time where most of us have enough to eat, clean water is delivered to our homes. We don’t have to work sun up to sun down just to make enough to feed ourselves. With all the appliances in the kitchen cooking takes at most a couple of hours instead of days. Our lifespan is twice what it was just a couple of generations ago. Most of us have access to health care of some kind. A lot of people are lucky enough to own a bit of property. We go on vacations unheard of except for the very wealthy in the recent past. Our children survive being born and thrive for the most part. We have authorities to protect us and the individual doesn’t have to protect himself from robbery and murder. Entertained all day long with television and electronic devices. Thinking nothing of jumping in a car and going hundreds of miles. Education is the norm for most people today when even literacy used to be only for the very few. Although far from perfect most countries have freedom of religion.

Other parts of the world are not so lucky. People live in fear every day. Getting enough to eat is a challenge. Many die from lack of just clean water. Thousands are murdered in the name of religion. Education specially for women is unheard of. Many cannot read and are at the mercy of their male relatives. People work long hard days at physical labor just to bring home enough money for a bit of food. They die at a young age for a lack of any proper medical care.

Perhaps we should take a minute and be thankful that we live in the society we do instead of complaining all the time about what we don’t have.