Blue Collar Ramblings

Night and Day

bobbyjsimpson — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:22:26 +0000

Here we go,
You started again,
Thought we’d been through this,
Turn and shoot at the count of ten

I’m me and you’re you,
Mind yours I’ll mind mine,
Look at me queer again,
See what happens this time

Who the fuck are you,
This isn’t the time for looks,
What problem do you have,
That makes you view me as a crook

Play time is over,
No more of this hijinks,
I like what I like,
Time to step into the rink

I don’t judge your humor,
I don’t stare at you when I don’t get it,
Remove your head from your arse,
Or better yet keep it there then shit

Open your eyes and realize,
Realize there is more than just you,
Look around, there is a diversity,
Not everyone is in your crew

I am me,
Maybe you don’t understand,
That’s fine, I get it,
You don’t always have to boo the band

The Hebal Release

bobbyjsimpson — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 08:05:38 +0000

Living with voices,

That gives you no choices,

Seeing faces,

In all places,

Freeing my mind,

That was in a bind,

Smoke this herb,

So I wont disturb,

Hearing my muse,

Lights my fuse,

But she cannot speak,

Not even a leak,

She tries to sing,

But her voice no ring,

I plead for her,

Still no stir

My lungs on fire,

I release to my desire,

My mind is on a journey,

My body in a gourney,

Now I hear her song,

I sing along,

I finally hear my muse,

Now I cannot lose.

What I would do if I was a billionare.

bobbyjsimpson — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 08:14:57 +0000

Okay I’ve always had this crazy dream of what I would do if I was a eccentric billionare. I would first have a castle built. Then have a moat put in around my castle equipped with alligators. Ofcourse I must have a drawbridge, but only I allow who enters. I would work out an off the record deal with the local coroners office so my alligators only eat humans that way their more dangerous to cross. I would have a black knight roam the inside perimeter just to make certain that if you do make it across you would have to deal with him. Oh & for some reason I haven’t come up with yet, he would be pissed all the time. I would hold gladiator tournaments inside the castle walls in a colloseum type area. Ofcourse you would have to sign a wavier saying I am not liable for any harm that may befall you. Parties would take place but only people I want could come in. You would have to announce yourselves to the black knight from across the moat then he would alert me, which then I would stand atop one of the castle walls and yay or nay you. The parties would be very, how do I say, orgy affiliated lol. Alot of sex would take place. I am ofcourse the king of this castle so I get first dibs on anything or anyone I choose. I wouldn’t be tyrannical because you would know all this was to take place before you arrived. So really by attending you know that sleeping with me or multiple partners is a voluntary act on your part. Eventually I might grow a long white whiskey beard, complete with like a wizards outfitt for some reason. So yeah that’s pretty much what I’d do if I was a billionare.

Life amongst Comedians

bobbyjsimpson — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 09:59:59 +0000

Life is full of people who, for some reason or another, like to bring down the atmosphere in the room. These people love to take down the happiness you worked so hard for. You also have the people that love to argue and raise nine kinds of cain with you. No matter if they are right or wrong they will have you climbing to the sixth floor of the crazy house yourself. Then you have the happy no lucky people. These people are oblivious to the conflicts around them and refuse to see the anything but the good in everything. Then you have the comedians. I include myself in this category. I am not saying that I am part of some perfect set of humans, because we are far from perfection. Comedians see the good and the bad, the sad and the happy of every story. We have the ability to make you smile when your crying, can make you roll on the floor in the middle of a rant, but deep down we are tortured. Grief ridden and heart broken this is where we find our power to laugh. We take turmoil and acknowledge it for the seriousness that it is but then we make you laugh it off so you don’t have to think about all the bleakness in our world 24/7. Now I am no comedian in the sense that I get paid or am the funniest person you’ve met. I listen to you, I get pulled into your life through your words. I feel your pain; I cry with you; I yell into a pillow with you; I exclaim obscenities into the sky with you. But at the end I find the humor in it and make you smile. That one smile might not seem too important to you but I can see it in your eyes. Your soul lifts and you feel better. That one smile means so much to us. Means more than anything to see your smile. Writing this right now I am actually tearing up thinking about making somebody smile. Our curse though is that we rarely find our own happiness within us. I just move from person to person, smile to smile and keep on trucking. So next time you see one of us, feel better because a laugh is just a conversation away.

The Frail and The Strong

bobbyjsimpson — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 09:16:42 +0000

I sit and stare,

Nothing to care,

Tears well up in my eye,

I want to cry,

Why oh why do I feel cursed,

Why do I fear the worst,

Everything is well,

But on life I dwell,

Death is my nightmare,

Fearing it’s imminent stare,

My mind loathes me,

Forcing me to tear at my tee,

Up to the heavens I cry,

What is wrong with I,

Why must I live in pain,

Can’t I just be sane,

Release me of these chains,

For sorrow I want to refrain,

I am a good soul,

Not some dirty mole,

To the stars I exclaim,

Listening for an answer in vain,

So on my knees I weep,

Of my deeds I will reap,

My head in my hands,

Hanging by the last strand,

Under the sky so black,

My mind so racked,

I lift my chin up high,

Anger rising to the sky,

I curse and I swear,

To them I dare,

I will not be defeated,

Nor take how ive been treated,

I will not be ignored,

From now on, happiness will I horde,

This is who I am,

I will be like a dam,

I will stop the hate,

I will slam that gate,

I will let go,

Be who I know,

And live in peace,

Anger I will cease

Vision

bobbyjsimpson — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 03:42:32 +0000

Visions, oh visions,
Ghostly, dreary visions,
Why must you haunt me,
And make your incisions

You torture me,
Show me futures,
None of which I want,
Of which I am the butcher

Leave me be to my own insanity,
Do not hurry it along,
Like picking a salad,
You use your tongs

Why do you want to destroy me,
What will you gain,
For if I am not here,
How will you sustain

You need me, but I not you,
Parasitic in nature,
You kill me slowly over time,
So I can’t mature

Please stop the madness,
For I can do that myself,
Let me live my life,
While you sit on the shelf

Visions, oh visions,
Ghostly dreary visions,
Why must you haunt me,
What is your mission

In the saddle

bobbyjsimpson — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 02:40:59 +0000

First off let me start off by saying thanks to all the people who stop by & read my blogs/writings. It means alot to me as a wannabe writer. This next poem is a first for me. It is a sexual poem & I have never written any sexual poems but thought I would give it a shot. Please comment on it & tell me what you think.

My mind is spinning,
Body aching,
Heart racing,
My loins are burning

Your skin, my skin,
Sweat on sweat,
Hot breath on my neck,
Heaven is a sure bet

Your hips swing wildly,
To meet my throbbing member,
Nails rake my back,
As I touch your body so tender

I grab your waist in both hands,
Urging you closer, deeper,
Primal we’ve resorted to,
Climbing the extasy mountain steeper

Flipping me over on my back,
You on top, hands buried in my chest,
You throw your head back,
“Oh God” you start to confess

Louder and louder your cry is heard,
Pain and pleasure in that moment,
My fiery seed erupts,
I let out a moan at what I sent

We collapse into each other,
Dripping wet with sweat and love,
Trying to recapture our minds,
That a moment ago were so high

Hole in my heart

bobbyjsimpson — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:23:40 +0000

Everybody hurts,
Pain is inevitable,
Life is cruel,
Nothing is stable

When is it too much,
Living with this sickness,
A mind numbing anomaly,
Twisted game of chess

Cruel be thy name,
On a steed of death you ride,
Trampeling all beneath your hooves,
By no law you abide

Leave me to lie down,
Among tge many dead,
For the eternal sleep,
I will never be able to tread

In other news a nipple was stabbed!

bobbyjsimpson — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 11:24:43 +0000

My first piercing

Hello and as you can tell by the headline and picture I have got my nipple pierced. This is my first piercing and there was no prior thought to it as well, totally spur of the moment only because as I walked through the mall I seen the store The Outer Loop and thought I wonder if I should get my nipple pierced. As I walked into the store automatically seen all the jewelry some very distinguishably womanly or manly but some not so. The clerks behind the desk seemed very at home in the place with their tattos and piercings. No that was not a rude statement just an observation, I myself have four tattoos and now one piercing so I do not judge. The woman seemed to have a few facial piercings like the dimples on both sides of her mouth, lip, eyebrow but was not scary piercing kind of inviting like hey its cool. The guy seemed kinda laid back and wanted me to tell him how it is so he knows if he gets it done or not later on. They told me that male nipples are more sensitive than women and that it would be painful but not for long. They compared it to that of a tattoo saying that a tattoo is like getting a sunburn and a piercing is initial and thats it. They told me you only live once and I thought you know what lets do this. I paid my fee, filled out the paper work and followed the woman into the back where I was instructed to take off my shirt and lie back on one of them hospital type examing beds. Apon lying down I looked up and was relieved to be staring at a picture of Waldo (from the Where’s Waldo books). I had been looking for him for years with no luck and then all of a sudden I found the bastard. I stole a glance to see what she was doing for preparation and was quickly wishing I didn’t. So I returned my gaze to that happy red and white striped shirt and beanie cartoon character. She then proceeded to grab my nipple with some kind of clamp and pull, not comfortable at all. I was instructed to breathe in, exhale, breathe in, exhal…owwwwwwww! Yes that was when she snuck it in on me and I was gritting my teeth. But then it was over as she then closed the hoop with a ball screw at the bottom of it. I stood up hopped up on endorphins and admired it in the mirror. Stingy alittle but not much. I put my shirt back on and then tipped her and was on my way outside. About halfway out of the store (which was very small) I started sweating and feeling light headed. I quickly made my way to a bench just a few feet in front of the store. I can only imagine the look on my face as people were walking by. I didn’t care although because sounds were starting to grow dimmer, like the fading music at the end of the song where they keep singing but someone said okay enough and started to tune them out. My eyesight got a little cloudy and I felt very sick to my stomache. By now I was soaked with sweat. As sound and vision started to return I stood up determined to make it to the mall bathrooms and puke. As I started walking those same sound and vision problems returned but kept on going this time, although I did think a couple times that I was not going to make the distance. I evnetually found my wife afterwards and she said I looked like hell, or a ghost, or both. I drove home and showed her when we got in. She was surprised and she actually liked it. Now it is like the 4th day i’ve had this and it doesnt bother me as bad as that first day. All in all I like it. Would I get the other one done? HELL NO! This one will do. I don’t really care what other guys think about it. Some might say “you’re a fag” or shit like that and I am not. I am sercure in my masculinity. But anyways I just thought I would share this experience with yall. Leave me a comment to tell me what you think, or what your thoughts on it are.

Redemption

bobbyjsimpson — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 10:39:10 +0000

The moon was high,

The drive long,

No one in sight,

Something was wrong

Down the highway,

The moon illuminatingly bright,

Tail lights cast a devilish hue,

Something screeches in the night

Faster and faster he drives,

To escape something worse than sin,

Something so foul and evil,

He himself was the villain

His mind is cunning,

Yet his heart is kind,

Hatred has found him,

Kindness has to be mined

His actions has led him here,

To this road,

This night,

This woe

In the distance it rises,

Like the phoenix from the ashes,

The sun dawns,

The night forbidding passage

Into the light he will drive,

With engine whining,

Through grit teeth,

Eyes crying

There at the edge of the world,

His car is launched,

Into the blazing fiery light,

His sins now washed