MY BALMORAL HOME |
My Balmoral Home....life through the eyes of a fool
"Life is what happens while youre busy making other plans." --John Lennon. The Beatles were the first music I knew when I was a kid. M...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Sat, 31 May 2008 06:17:00 PST |
Red Sox Mayhem |
FROM 1977 TO 2008 LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN
I distinctly remember the summer of 1977. The Red Sox had a great team that year. To win 97 games and not make the playoffs was hard for my brain to process. I...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Thu, 01 May 2008 04:19:00 PST |
RED SOX MEMORIES.....RSM..... |
Put this loss into Perspective...My Story
When I was growing up in Massachusetts, my grandfather was my Hero. He was like John Wayne. Everyone called him "Big Jim". He was larger t...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 04:58:00 PST |
from sawxheads.com..historical reference..RSM |
RED SOX MAFIA WILL NOT GO AWAY!
ATTENTION ALL SAWXHEADS........THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS ADULT RATED MATERIAL SO THE WEAK OF HEART & ALL WOMEN AND CHILDREN PLEASE STAWP READING NOW.....
THIS WILL MO...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 06:30:00 PST |
keep the "s" in yer shoe... |
Laced With Darwinism
Pockets lined with anonymity's lint,Regardless of holes of an unholy sort,Are still easily picked by hungry kidsIn shot-out subway stationsOn their way to oblivion.Innocent...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:52:00 PST |
poem |
for Pigpen
Mosaic Skies
Sidestepping the inevitable-Cutting the edges sharp as molasses,And softly as razor blades,Asking themselves questionsWith no answers.Downtrodden and left behind-Eyes cast ...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:54:00 PST |
Latchkey Mafioso X3 |
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Grow up Before You Blow Up
Eventually rhymes ruin intent...Sincere malice etches scars deeper than meantThreatening to cut deeper still,Like granite images of worship.Infinity recklessly cru...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:50:00 PST |
okay? |
Faces of Fidelity
Frozen panic's words unheard-As chosen manics lead the herd.Fissile membranes touched to diveRevulsing remnants left half aliveIn pieces resting on the floor.It has all happen...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:47:00 PST |
poem |
Consumption of Fatigued Distress
Sleeping? Or just pretending again?Wishing I would leave you alone?Or if you could just disappearOr at least express the way you are Still afraid of night, the dar...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:25:00 PST |
poem |
Caverns of Doubt
Fostered indecently evolving a breed-With demonic skies that seemingly bleed.Hovering locusts cover the land,Underneath blankets of pestilent sand.Recent years dissolve inside of ...
Posted by JESTERWOOD ® " on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:21:00 PST |
