Yes, that's right, buy my book. It's listed at http://www.nixboox.com and is titled A Wasted Apathetic Youth: My pompous anthology of poetry. If you buy it, be it hardback or paperback, I'll personally autograph your copy...shameless plug I know but trying to get the word out.

Sleeping With Your Ghost by Wasted Youth

I lay in our bed,
gripping the pillow tight.
Dreaming dreams of used to be,
trying to keep at bay, the night.

The past so close
yet so far away.
Every night reliving it,
as if it were a play.

Your words repeat endlessly,
all your sweet little words.
I revive our love in a fog,
if nowhere else then in memory.

Dreaming dreams of what could have been,
dreaming dreams of used to be.
I lay alone in my bed,
gripping the pillow tight;
Fighting to keep the tears away,
trying to keep at bay.....
the night.

The song for the last post was Sweet Dreams (are made of this) By the Eurythmics and covered by many different bands. Not much of a post today besides a poem I wrote at work and an answer to the 3 Questions notes. Oh, only clue to todays lyric is that it is by a band I went and seen in concert within the last 6 months. So here is the poem, the sweet dreams lyrics and finally the notes with answers.  Ciao My darlinks, and at least guess the song!

Find Me Where I Hide, Said The Spider To The Fly....
New Poem by Wasted Youth

If you want a rich man, I'm not it.
Look on down the street, your sugar daddy waits.
If you want a super athelete, all muscles and brawn,
Keep walking, I am not to be found,
check out the gyms, sure they are around.
If you are a king, looking for his next queen,
check out the throne room, but I'm not there.
He will sitting on a throne of fashion,
where as I could not give a care.
If you think your Adonis, worthy only of another god,
don't look my way, I can't play a role, nor be a fraud.
But if your want a poor man who works hard for what he has,
who takes pride in who he is and what he does,
who takes pride in his friends and the one's he loves....
who cares more about what you can make of life
rather than fashion, the latest trends and gossip and strife.
If this sounds good, then look towards me, for I am here.
A decent good humored, kind, caring gay man,
to straight at times to be usually labeled queer.

Ok, after that bad attempt at a poem, here are the lyrics for Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This by the Eurythmics and Marilyn Manson and whomever else may have covered it.

Sweet dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.

[Chorus:]
Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

[Repeat First Verse]

[Chorus]

I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
(Whispering and Moaning:
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.)

[Repeat Three Times]

Movin' on!

[Repeat First Verse]

[Chorus]

I'm gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you.

Now for the 3 questions and the answers. These were from friends on www.inthewire.com

From Jamer_Rae02 (Gabrielle to my Xenia)
1. IF I am not married by the time I'm 30, will you father my child? If you asked me to, yes, I would be honored.

2. Would you be in my wedding? Of course! Are you kidding me?????

3.Do you consider us good friends? Yes Darlin, never not considered us good friends.
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From Daisy Girl my favorite internet fag hag!
1) If you could design your perfect mate, how would you make him?
Smart, sweet, kind, gentle, based a bit on Sean King Of Cretins, but a bit more out going and a little less shy. Tall with dark hair and blue/green eyes, a bit muscular but not to muscled. And of course a nice sized package!

2) If there was anything you could change about yourself, what would it be and why? Good one...physically would change my teeth, have them completely perfect but with two distinct canines. Lol. The reason why is was in a car accident a few years back and had to have the front 5 replaced, so have a partial that is quite noticeable.

3) What's the one thing you want right now, but can't have. The money to buy a car and make a trip to Memphis! lol, oh yeah, and a boyfriend to go along on the ride!

and..a bonus...
if you came to Memphis, who is the ONE person that is a MUST SEE? It's not an if it's a when and that would be Miss Daisy!
-grins-
Extra Bonus:
Who's your most favorities fag hag? Do you even have to ask you sexy thang?
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From brianscott1701
Mmmmmmm This is hard but here we go.
1. If you could chose to be straight, would you? No, I wouldn't be, I am happy the way I am and would not change it just to make life a little bit easier.

2. Which would you rather have, a rich sugar daddy who was bad in bed, or a poor hard working man who was great in bed? The poor hardworking man who was great in bed, because he would be more understanding of me than the rich man could ever be or fake to be. That and I don't want a sugar daddy, if I can't get it myself then I don't need it.

3. Boxers, briefs or thongs? Can I say none of the above? I usually go commando except on the rare occasion I will wear boxers. Too bad your taken or you could find out! Lmao, just kidding.
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From Sean, King of Cretins
I believe that would be "Wasted Youth" by Meatloaf, son. You can't pass one on me, homes. (sorry, but nice try!)
1.) One rock star you'd like to ravage. Stacy Takanawa: OOOh Ziggy Stardust. Come home with me, I make you fishball soup, fishball soup! Lol, well David Bowie would be one, Young skinny Elvis, lead singer of HIM, too many to say really, quite a few are sexy as hell.

2.) One woman you'd go straight for (because I know there are a few)
Well, besides Miss Daisy, Cher of course, your mom if she wasn't married (hey, she is cool as hell!), wait, you said just one, damn, went with three.

3.) Where is my Chelsea Quinn Yarbro book, punk? (bwahahahaah) If it isn't at Lisa's then it is packed up in a box of books, will look when I get the chance to.
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From Liz (the_voices)
I have no questions but it was fun to read these. I guess I will see what I want to know.

1) What is your favorite dinner and why?? Chinese Food if I am on a date...reason why you ask? Cause an hour later your hungry again....and not always for food.

2) What would be your ideal occupation?? my ideal occupation? A high School Earth Science Teacher, when I was still able to afford college that was what I was going for.

3) If you could make one celebrity dissapear, who would it be?
Barbra Streisand. I can't stand her. Give me Bette Midler or Cher any day in the singer/actress department.
Ok, those sound good to me. Kind of generic on the first two but I am proud of that last one. Remember, only one can go! <------Liz's statement
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Now, the 3 questions are sill open, lol, was actually expecting a lot dirtier questions, thank you though for mainly clean ones! Love ya all, I'm out

Last post was Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler. 9 people read it yet only one person got the song. 1 person yet again. Daisy_Girl is the queen of the music. The Lyrics are below, and if you read this post, at least take a guess at the song, won't kill you to try. Post will follow the lyrics. Only clue to today's song is he was and still is a king in his own right.

Holding Out for a Hero

Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Where's the great white Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what i need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
and gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
and gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life

I break the mountains neath the heavens above
Out where the lightning strikes the sea
I can swear that there's someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
and the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
and gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life


So, todays post. It looks like I gave Miss Daisy my flu via the web. She's coming down sick just like I did. I am finally getting better, not soon enough for my tastes to be honest. Bad news though, the station wagon I wanted has been sold already, going to try for another car I have seen though, so good news is I will hopefully have a car by the end of this week. I know I have been sick, went to work anyways. I went for two reasons. I need the money and could not let my bosses or coworkers down. No one to fill in for me since the bitch quit, unless I wanted the boss lady to work in my place, and to be honest, she is way more less a morning person than I am. I can't even be that cruel to her nor to the campers. I can be pretty cruel when I have to be, but not that cruel. So went to work sick as a dog and was greatly appreciated for doing it. I spent my weekend at home sipping tea and various other fluids and curled up with a book besides going to work. Sounds oh so exciting doesn't it.  I hate being sick. More to be written later, and remember to at least guess the song!