Thursday, April 27, 2006

You Are Smokin' Hot

You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.
Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.
Are You Hot?

I'm actually a little surprised...
We have read your manuscript with boundless delight. If we were to publish your paper, it would be impossible for us to publish any work of a lower standard. And as it is unthinkable that in the next thousand years we shall see its equal, we are, to our regret, compelled to return your divine composition, and to beg you a thousand times to overlook our short sight and timidity. - rejection slip from a Chinese journal

my kind of rejection slip!

An actor has written all my poems.
I hired him some time back
to portray me, to stand on stage
with a suitcase of my passions,

presenting them one-by-one
to an unsuspecting audience.
How they applaud him! If only I
could slip this reticence and join

my creation before the crowd,
take our bows together and then
tell him ‘Good job but your services
are no longer necessary.’

Stephen Brooke ©2006

This piece was actually inspired by the remarks I made about my previous poem, over in my 360 blog. Got my train of thought rolling and I rode it to the end. A quick piece, unlike the previous two, and likely to see rewriting down the line...if I think it's worth it when I take another look someday.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006


My prayer, many the restless
night, is to sleep
and not wake. The sun
is only God’s latest taunt;
the morning, His brightly wrapped
package of despair.

How many empty boxes
have I opened before?
Now the ribbons are pressed
between my pages, the papers
carefully folded. And why
not? They’re all I have.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Monday, April 24, 2006


Each day, the blind man walks
his remembered path,
turning as he has ever

turned, pausing where he
paused before. Those stars
that guided him now move

in darkened mirrors, in nameless
constellations, lost
promises of night.

And all his mirrors sing
their tarnished prophecies
into a dream of dawn.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Yeah, I finally wrote something. 'Bout time.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

What 80's Butt Rocker Are You?

You are Slash, the top hat wearing searing axeman for Guns n Roses. A self-taught guitarist who makes such a beautiful noise with a Gibson Les Paul, that it makes Les Paul himself gently weep! You are the epitome of cool. You follow no style other than your own. You are quiet & somewhat reserved, but when you do have something to say it is always profound in that Silent Bob sort of way, making everyone around you pay attention. You are very opinionated, but respectful of others. You have strong convictions and are unbendable when it comes to standing up for what you believe in. You would rather do nothing at all than be forced into doing something that you don't have your heart in 100%, even if there could be great rewards in it for you. You are sensitive about many things, and take other people's feelings into consideration (most of the time). You try not to bring a lot of attention to yourself because you prefer your privacy, so you often wear your hair down long and pull a hat down on your head to cover most of your face. However this has become your signature style and makes you even more recognizable. Coming from biracial parentage, you carry somewhat of a duality about you. That is reflected in all things that you create, and the many different types of things that interest you. It also reflects in your personality - while you are quiet and reserved most of the time, you have another side in you that likes to let loose and party down when you feel the need. When you are under the influence of drugs and alcohol, you can be qute short-tempered and mean, so you try your best to avoid using such substances. Your addictive personality makes that a difficult thing to maintain, but you're strong willed and most of the time you do ok.
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Friday, April 21, 2006

You Are Noon

You are upbeat, ambitious, and never at loss for energy.
You have a lot that drives you in life. The desire to be the best, and a secret hope of fame and power.
And while you definitely have a Type A personality, you are still fun to be around.
You have a ton of charisma and a genuine interest in others. You are adored by many.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

First the tell us that beer is health
this! Could life get any better?

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Greed:Very Low

Gluttony:Very Low



Envy:Very Low



Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Okay, I have a bit of a temper and like what else is new?

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC

"Back in black, I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"

Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.
But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

The My Space Poem

Just because you know me on My Space
Doesn’t mean you’re welcome at my place;
So you’re one of my four-hundred friends
But being on the list is where it ends!

Leave me a comment, maybe two,
I’ll send a bulletin only to you,
Yes, and every one else, but don’t be jealous
When it comes to adding friends I’m zealous!

Believe me when I say you’re like a brother;
You know that you’re not just another
Of my five-hundred (sure I added a few)
Really close friends (both old and new)

at My Space!

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

'Mean' Mary James (my niece), with the able assistance of her brother Frank, has a new CD coming out in the next week or so. This one veers toward the Americana/Old Timey side of the musical highway. In anticipation of the release, they have thoroughly redesigned the James and James/Wildwood site and published a brand-new Mean Mary site.

Check 'em both out, if you will. And don't miss the pics of Frank's acting career in Planet of the Apes (as a gorilla) and Star Trek (I think he was a Bajoran). They're on the MM site.

Monday, April 03, 2006


I’m the boy scout of pain,
always prepared;
waiting for the rain
like I never cared.
I let the daylight wane
as you stood and stared;
let you hope in vain
that I wanted all we shared.

Let it go, let it go,
it’s the only thing I know.

Made my last decision,
signed my devil’s deal;
sold away each vision
that you tried to steal.
Made a fresh incision
to let the others heal –
drained of your derision,
drained of all I feel.

Let it go, let it go,
it’s the only thing I know.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Possibly notes toward a song...the kind of song I don't do anymore, of course. Title could (should?) change.

Saturday, April 01, 2006