Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter


She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man


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WordPress Meet and Greet – All Bloggers Welcome

Well this is the third post I have done like this so far and I have seen some great connections. I’ll keep doing these off and on and I think they provide a great way for “active bloggers” to network. This post now has over 2,000 active bloggers waiting to connect in it. I encourage anyone looking for new blogs to view or people to converse with to browse through the comment section and network.

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Words – Divided We Fall ~ Guest Post ~ By idiot Writer

I deliberated as to what to place here. Shall I bring you a painting? A laugh? A deep philosophically meandering thought provoking conceptual stream of conciousness essay? Or –  a poem?

In my world where my tagline is ‘All our lives are a poetry – Awake Our souls’

I imagine poetry is suitable? I shall leave you in peace and hopefully not pieces and bid thee adieu with poetic verses in rhythm and rhyme. Three of them –  Until next we meet my loves…


‘A poem a poem,
Read me your heart
Hold it, unfold it, and tear it apart

From verse to verse
Let it converse
With my spirit, my demons my mind

From ear to tears
Lend me your fears
Steal it, feel it, and listen my dears

Your words are your sword
Your words, your reward
Your words are the rhythm you keep
Your words may be plenty
Your words may seem few
Your words may make men fall and weep
Your words are your pew
Your words are your vice
Your words raise your strongest device
Your words are your heart
Your words are your voice
Your words make a powerful choice

Your words will be heard
Your word is you word
Your words are the life that you live


Dance In The Rain – By Idiot Writer -

Divided We Fall

‘Into this fire
Love will inspire
The will to move the way we stay
Till morning falls upon the calls of
Each heart beat of yesterday

Consumed desire
Taken higher
These steps from out this place we trace
Take us Onward,  ever upward as
Hearts defeat still all we face

Liar liar
Mute town crier
Now harken unheard call to all
On tyranny, call victory, speak
To our hearts for unity…

Divided we shall fall.’


I think that is it. I would be more than happy to post more poetry here – another time perhaps. You know where to find me. ;)

 Idiot Wisdom ~ All Our Lives Are A Poetry ~ Awake Our Souls

‘The rhythms we keep, the pictures we paint with the stories we tell, the thoughts we think, the songs we sing… the heart we give, and the soul we nurture… all, held together as verse binds poetry through to its final resting place – its final closing lines.’
~Idiot Writer~

To thine own self be true…





I think I am doing this wrong.

Am I supposed to say this is a guest post?

Doesn’t it have to be super brilliant and poignant to qualify as a guest post?

But Jason said… JASON said – there is NO wrong way to blog. Even if it is not on your own blog?

Good news though – I got the lock and chains off – but I am absolutely not digging through that shit.

His WIFE will be on the next flight to UK to slaughter me.

I may be irritating people with random emails for Harsh Reality that are not Jason but some random –

Idiot Writer. 

I make no apologies.

Only I do – really sorry. Let me start again.

I am ‘Idiot Writer’ - I blog at Idiot Writing. I am a poet and an artist…and a generally a – yeah you guessed it – Idiot. Please notice all the links and come on over to visit for – well actually I have not been blogging much lately but sometime I might do it again so come poke around and fill that empty void inside of you with wondrous and amazing… um … stuff.

I will try do this correctly – probably – maybe in about half an hour or so if I do not fall asleep soon  and if Linda does not beat me too it. Oh fuck – she already did… here she is –

See! I had not much airtime all to myself  before she sticks her bloody nose in and spoils my fun with her epic-ness and you all go read her amazing and always tremendously brilliant – stuff – instead of mine.

GO – off you go – go all do your thing with Linda – here - and here and here (they are all the same post … just click one link. Hang on – make that two – one that says HERE and one that says IDIOT WRITER.

I shall now go and participate in Linda post. It is – something I will do – AND –  there is virtually a bottle of whiskey up for grabs if you win!!!



Limerick Contest

I feel like reading limericks tonight! And so I, Linda G. Hill, challenge you to a limerick contest.

1. Your limerick should be posted in the comments here.
2. Your limerick should be original. If you steal it from someone else, it had better be damned funny.
3. If you steal it, say so. If it’s original, say so.
4. You may vote for your own limerick and as many others as you’d like using the thumbs-up on the comment.
5. Thumbs-down votes will be considered groans and thus ignored as a vote.
6. The winner will be declared 24 hours after this post is published (so get your limerick in soon).
7. The winner may (or may not) receive a virtual bottle (meaning a picture) from OM’s private stash of whiskey, delivered to an email address of his or her choice.

I shall start. Remember, any thumbs up on this post are in accordance to the rules… so don’t hesitate to give it a thumbs up. I wanna win too!

My original limerick:

Erectile Disfunction: Matrix Edition
There once was a man who had ED
Who got it into his head
It was time for a rise
And so he surmised
The blue pill was preferable to red.

Your turn! Have fun!

The Mystery Solved!

‘Wisdom comes first by opening your heart, then your mind, then your ears, then your eyes. Only then, your mouth.’ ~Idiot Writer~

I FOUND IT! It is being guarded by fluffy the dragon. In a cabinet or was it a drawer (apparently filled with underwear?) with chains and a very jolly big lock.

Fluffy…. Fluffy??!

Damn… I was told not to…. feed him thaaaat.

Oh well – I shall be back with a bolt cutter or chainsaw – I have broken the ice already.

Wish me luck digging through the underwear.