Day 159: Tater Angst

Sadness set in this evening, or what is soon to be yesterday evening. I blame it on potatoes. Carbs usually make me tired, trigger pain, and make me question my entire existence. Yes—this is the power of the Tater Tot in my life.

tater tots
Potatoes

Other things besides deep-fried hash-browned potatoes do that to me, too—trigger stuff. All sorts of things, really, and all day long, and sometimes into the late night.

It is interesting, to say the least.

I have all these parts of me, most of which I very much appreciate, but then I have these additional parts, that in many ways feel like spare parts left over from an old model. All these parts just lying around, scattered about on the ground, serving no purpose but to cause me to stir….which I guess is a use in and of itself….to stir me.

It’s super hard at times. Seems so much in my life is a potential tater tot. I employ all types of remedies to avoid the taters; I really do. So much positive thinking. So much positive measures and actions. All in all, I find spending time with me marvelous. That is until the taters come.

Thing is it seems these taters, they inspire me. Something about the tater angst, I reckon.

Enough

Rabbit hole

What you think

Of how I should exist

Created dungeon

Walls of dirt

Evaluation and judgment

To please, yet again

Unsettled penetration

Unmanageable persuasion

Hand raised high

Shielded

Rising

To the blue sky

Goodbye earthly things

I Whisper Enough!

I Whisper I am enough

I Whisper you are enough

Enough, enough, enough

I keep whispering enough

Sam, june 2012

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Mr. Muse

I use you, Mr. Muse

A diamond in my pocket

A tickle in my loin

A rescue to my drowning

A raptured delight to lover’s song

Your whispers magic

Your power gold

How I long to wrap you in all of me

Twist and contort to fit my every groove

Keep you, me as master

You as slave

To my every desire

Come, I’d say

Whisper now, love now

Bleed your rivers thick

Delectable

Delicious

I feed off

Nibble and concave in passion

Vampire elfin princess

Engorged with crimson pearls

Oh, my Mr. Muse

To trap you and hold you

To cage you like a bird

But free

But free, my gentle man

You be

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34 thoughts on “Day 159: Tater Angst

  1. You know what I miss? “Mexi-fries” from Taco Time!! Oh Taco Time, my long love/hate relationship and our break up when I moved away from the Pacific Northwest! I think of them often – really the best tater tot other than my own son whom I call Tater Tot often, πŸ˜‰

    The poetry is magnificent! If the taters are inducing this, I will give you a truckload if you publish a book and give me a tater percentage! Lol! Look, you’ve made me hungry now…

    Seriously, “Enough” I so understand times a million. Mr. Muse shows me our age difference (I’m still 21 btw, so that makes you about 11 – ha!) My muse is female though, or so I’ve always felt. Strange eh? πŸ™‚

    1. Now I’m hungry. I’ve never been to a Taco Time! lol. You are so funny. Now will have to search those Taco Time taters out!!!! πŸ™‚
      LOL….tater percentage….I think it’s worth a try; I’ll give you my PO Box so you can start sending weekly fried potatoes installments
      lol about age difference. But can I at least be 14? I do have those urges. giggles!
      I think many peoples’ muses are female….mine is very much a man. he he
      Hugs to you,
      Sam πŸ™‚

      1. Never been to a Taco Time ?!?! For shame!! But many people say they are Taco Bell loyalists down here. Perhaps it depends on the memories you associate with it all.

        Okay – I guess you can be 14! πŸ˜‰

      2. I was a taco bell loyalist when I was like 9—when they used REAL BEANS, not dehydrated packaged stuff…..I once found a bandaid in my bean burrito, when I was little. Imagine now the money in lawsuit! LOL. πŸ™‚ Have a great day. Talk soon! πŸ™‚

  2. Just had to pop over to lament the fact that I have not been allowed to eat potatoes in over two years, since being diagnosed with eosinophillic esophagitis and subsequently finding out I am allergic to potatoes. At times, I still dream of a big plate of real mashed potatoes like we would have at Thansgiving. But being able to swallow and not have pain in my throat wins out over my desire to dig in!

    1. So glad you figured that out! Yikes. Sounds very terrible. Oh….to never have potatoes again…that would be hard…but I do avoid so many, many foods now. Mostly only salads, beans, brown rice, and nuts for me, and some fish. Hugs. Thanks for sharing. πŸ™‚ Sam

    1. Glad I could be of service….I work hard…sometimes hours…searching to find music to match my thoughts, vibration, and energy at the moment. So glad someone is listening. lol! HUGS, πŸ™‚ Sam

  3. I am chuckling as I experience my own type of angst (coffee)- and thanksgiving that I am blessed to have never like potatoes or pasta . My being must have known those would be an issue eventually πŸ™‚

    1. Oh, coffee is my angst, too….You ever watch the Big Bang Theory and see Sheldon on coffee…it’s so me…..I go into hyper mode…..my thoughts expand…I can fly to the moon…and then crash into anxiety. I have coffee a few times a month…just to see if Maybe I’ve changed….lol
      Lucky you do not like potatoes or pasta….I’m lucky, too, that I don’t like meat.
      Hugs and chuckles,
      Sam πŸ™‚

  4. So can relate… I must avoid anything fried… and wheat – and fructose…and list goes on!
    Truly adored first poem (and totally loved 2nd too). First really hit a cord though as I am a pathologic people pleaser by nature — well aware it is a disease and always working to remember I am enough. Loved this part ….”To please, yet again

    “Unsettled penetration
    Unmanageable persuasion
    Hand raised high
    Shielded
    Rising
    To the blue sky
    Goodbye earthly things
    I Whisper Enough!”

    Mr. Muse — “a slave to my every desire..” Oh my Sam… you are ‘The Bomb’ ~ Love your way – and I will send prayers up for you to feel better post tatter-tot episode!!! Sea Sis RL

    1. Oh….so you know the food challenges….I avoid all sugar….I have a little fruit here and there. Glad you liked the poems. Yes….I used to be a patholgoical, type-A, insecure, co-dependent….insert other labels here ______________….for many a year. Gave that up with my Quiet Room experience. When the thoughts try to creep in, I like to shoo them out with a poem.
      Thanks for telling me what parts you liked. That’s always fun to see. πŸ™‚
      Oh, yes….I adore my muse, very much!!! very real, to me. πŸ˜‰
      From one Bomb to the other Bomb! Rock on…..
      Hugs sea sister, Robyn.
      Sam xoxoox

  5. I’m sorry to hear about the tatters tots(persoanlly you could not pay metoo eat those things, never understood them) That’s horrible that food pains you so. Now…onto to this poetry young lady….grrrrrrrrrr…that was great. I loved the words, they were edible.:)
    Bleed your rivers thick

    Delectable

    Delicious
    …Great lines..loved them, sensual and arousing…oh fiesty one. Hope you are feeling better soon. xo

    1. he, he…giggles..blushing
      Yes, my muse gets me all fiesty!!!
      Notice that’s what I’m focusing on in your comment….lol…now what else did you write….
      grrrrrrrrrrrr!
      You made me laugh at the tater tot comment…that’s how I feel about MEAT….especially meat on bones!!!
      Hugs to you fabulous lady.
      πŸ™‚ Sam

      1. Ah..muses are like that…appealing to all the urges of the soul, mind and body…lol. Hugs back and have a great night. xo

  6. Wow, very deep. I really liked this post. I definitely like the phrase of the tator tot being the thing that you try to avoid, as there are things in life that we all try to to stay positive. I like that you can write about all the things that can be easy to avoid, yet be able to embrace it all. Thank you for being you soul sister. πŸ™‚
    ~Maya

    1. giggling….as I find it funny that I wrote a deep post about potatoes….lol…lol…..
      You are so cool. What can you not relate to? Such a great mind you have. Thanks for all the kudos…you keep my ego well fed. HUGS little soul sister. xoxo Sam πŸ™‚

  7. Who knew tater tots were soooooo evil! Wow! I am a French fry addict and in the last year switched to sweet potato fries.
    I know. I am missing the point. I have some left over bolts too. I am getting better at finding pockets to slip them into so I can forget about them and they don’t become old baggage!
    Wonderful prose and videos!

  8. oh lovely poems Sam beautiful …
    hey next time you post about something you don’t like kindly do not use a yummy pic like this one….i am so sorrry but have been drooling over the pic for last 5 minutes…yum…
    i know the evil carb army ..stay away from them Sam..

    1. “The evil carb army”….sounds like a post to me! However with dyslexia I kept reading the evil CRAB army, and was wondering if you were allergic to shellfish!!! πŸ˜‰
      Thanks for the visit, lovely Soma.
      xoxoxo
      Sam

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