HIM, HER AND IT (misterioso)

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.

“House” for instance, is feminine: “la casa.”

“Pencil,” however, is masculine: “el lapiz.”

A student asked, “What gender is ‘computer’?”

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether “computer” should be a masculine or a feminine noun.

The men’s group decided that “computer” should definitely be of the feminine gender (“la computadora”), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is impossible to understand for everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval;

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

The women’s group concluded that computers should be masculine (“el computador”), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they are the problem;

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer you could have gotten a better model.




duck and weave

I’m in a JAM !!!


Watch the moving target

Pretending to act out

Play along or they’ll pull you under

If you don’t swim you’ll sink

You set this up yourself

The gods just help you play it out

If you don’t stick to the script

Then they may hunt you down

Send you back to the start

And tell you to try again

Circles and cycles

Karma and drama

That’s entertainment

What goes around comes around

The gods must think I’m crazy

Approach tricky situations with humour I say

Give them something to smile about

No need to stress you can write it out

Find a small detail to focus on

That relates to your divine mission

Highlight the love and enjoy the ride

Bring forward the funny side

Have a laugh while you learn

Imagine the gods laughing with you

That’s entertainment

Pussyfoot keeps her strings attached

Just for the show

The gods must think I’m crazy

That’s entertainment

If it’s not the gods or planets making you do what you do

Then it could be the E.T.’S – EGO TESTERS

who will find you a likely candidate

to be your mirror and drive you crazy

But pussyfoot is already there

The gods already know I’m crazy

That’s entertainment

Pussyfoot style

TO JUDGE : who am I?

She boasted about having an affair

with this man who lives down the street

Pointing as his wife was leaving

saying we must be discreet

….well why the fuck are you telling me this?

BUT who am I to judge?

We are Twin Flames she said

his wife just doesn’t understand

Fate has brought us together

and he should be holding MY hand

…..I wonder how HE feels about that?

BUT who am I to judge?

She leaned with a negative slant

toward another man I know and trust

Warning me that he may be tempted

to steal or at least bathe in my lust

….how does she know this? Did she have an affair with him too?

BUT who am I to judge?

My radar flashed several red flags

when she told me that we were the same

Once a Priestess always a Priestess

but I chose not to buy into her claim

….we view with different lens and filters for information

BUT who am I to judge?

Perhaps she was telling fibs and stories

just to spin my moral compass

I tried not to react or judge her

when she implied it was them and us

….consequently I didn’t continue to associate with her

That was four years ago, interesting that this comes up now

BUT who am I to judge?

PUSSYfoot  smiles and sends hugs and love

and wonders about that fork in the road

Did she take a wrong turn at Albuquerque?

find her Prince and stop kissing toads?

FOOTnote: I had my suspicions and a theory about the Twin Flame scenario and I found a similar interpretation at DarkStar Astrology, please take the time to check out Marina’s website for some amazing insight – TWIN FLAME OR HELL FIRE?





Goodness gracious me

He was the extension lead

The conduit to channel her healing

But she was a secret shopper

Waiting to catch him out stealing


He felt an overwhelming temptation

To use his power to reach all he desires

It was her role to test him

Making sure there were no crossed wires


She was cautioned about falling so deeply

Knew that the Mind would play tricks

Yet she played along with the charade

Biting hard without bleeding for kicks


When she realised her own power

It attracted great responsibility

But that pussyfoot wasn’t ready for it

And it was all blown out to sea


Those already in the NOW

Have mastered surfing the waves

They can teach us all better moves

Learning to free the other slaves


All energy is borrowed

Some call for it more than others

We are all here to serve

It’s just that some work better UNDER covers


Sophia Loren and Peter Sellers “Millionairess”




the beast in me/HIM

She wanted to forgive HIM

But forgiveness was not inclined

He is much like the surgeon

With a Halloween scalpel design


The incision was painless

He takes such pride in his work

But the first cut is the deepest

Staining her bloodfelt Hurt


He tried to Stitch things up

and heal everyone’s wounds

Over the past into the present

from the grave and in the womb


Healing in all dimensions

With magic in illusion of time

He now fears being persecuted

Announcing that everything is FINE


Will she ever forgive him?

Did he cry wolf when he was a boy?

Could she ever trust him again?

Suffer abuse or become his toy?


Pussyfoot can see a lighter side

Ohana…. means family

We are all tarred with the original brush

Surely everyone will see


Forgive him

He knew not what he was doing

Doctor…..even the Pussyfoot thinks

his heart is worth renewing


featured image :  http://alexgrey.com/art/paintings/soul/journy-of-the-wounded-healer/



beautiful nature

I can hardly recognise your playfulness

It’s hidden behind those tickets

Stuck all over your beautiful nature

There’s some screeching at your throat “I’m angry”

And blood stained jealously on your back

There’s a tattoo of a purple heart on your chest

And in the middle of your forehead spells “kiss me”

Let me peel off these attachments

And wipe clean the sticky stuff underneath

Can we restore the colours of our beautiful moments?

Please don’t take mine away

It’s how I choose to remember you

So forgive me please

As I collect what’s left to hold and cherish

My Sixteen hundred and eleven magic moments

Moments that remain embedded in my heart

The truly madly deeply kind

The ones that leave you smiling for days

Returning the twinkles in your eye

And putting the spring in your step

You held my hand with your open heart

And you reached inside to my thoughts

Tangled around your beautiful mind

my dysfunctional patterns you lovingly caught



eternally grateful, still pussyfooting


on the whispering wind

The restless breeze kicks up the leaves

and scatters them like confetti

Resting much like a sprinkle of love

finely chopped with a machete


The heart has more than four seasons

Why waste time examining the reasons

Conflicting emotions and confusion

Let’s just play here in the magic and illusion

Pussyfooting on all fours (seasons)