these iron eyeballs are rusty
seen some things you could never believe
ignored the all out gang fight
tried to chart a middle way to make it through
4/29/12
4/27/12
Ten Cent Plan
a terrible waste
the way we fret fate
closing minds
obsessions and maniacal quivering
scheming and plotting
unknown
unheard
and concerned about it
on the ten year plan
more like a ten cent plan
depending on assumptions and calculations
mathematics as truth
adds up but doesn't really divide into anything
and we can multiply the subtractions
only a fraction of our prime
fate has reasons, to be sure
everything has a reason
anticipation is forgotten
shoulda coulda woulda
a fools fate
the way we fret fate
closing minds
obsessions and maniacal quivering
scheming and plotting
unknown
unheard
and concerned about it
on the ten year plan
more like a ten cent plan
depending on assumptions and calculations
mathematics as truth
adds up but doesn't really divide into anything
and we can multiply the subtractions
only a fraction of our prime
fate has reasons, to be sure
everything has a reason
anticipation is forgotten
shoulda coulda woulda
a fools fate
4/25/12
Bouts Of Inarticulation
'huh?' shrugged the maiden of the house
prone to bouts of inarticulation
and not a beginning of understanding
only her instincts to guide her through
'whaaat?' she asked gloriously after my silence
'your beauty makes you oblivious to the obvious.'
an initial blush reacting to the beauty compliment
then a confused look and noticable thinking
'obviously you are mistaken about my obliviousness.'
'you're aware?' i asked and continued louder
'you know of the suffering and distraction you cause?'
louder still 'of the disappointment and raging heart?'
she stood there as the city shined behind her
my captured soul in her unmerciful possession
'we should take a walk.' she finally said
considered several responses
'why don't we. nice out.'
prone to bouts of inarticulation
and not a beginning of understanding
only her instincts to guide her through
'whaaat?' she asked gloriously after my silence
'your beauty makes you oblivious to the obvious.'
an initial blush reacting to the beauty compliment
then a confused look and noticable thinking
'obviously you are mistaken about my obliviousness.'
'you're aware?' i asked and continued louder
'you know of the suffering and distraction you cause?'
louder still 'of the disappointment and raging heart?'
she stood there as the city shined behind her
my captured soul in her unmerciful possession
'we should take a walk.' she finally said
considered several responses
'why don't we. nice out.'
4/24/12
Funeral Mutterings
when we look back on our last coherent day, preperation will be seen in a regretful light. while moderate and thoughtful preperation can enhance life's experiences, many will spend far too long perfecting their rediness for eternal life. perfection has been known, by One. it is finished man. our bones will be left, but our souls will be gone. funeral mutterings tell the story of your life. pictures too. smile big in all of them. eat a rib-eye. watch a 4th quarter. sleep peaceful, heavenbound.
4/21/12
Villanova
poetry: the point
poetry: the gas tank
poetry: plaza scenes
poetry: floatation devices
poetry: cleaner girl
poetry: sideways thumb
poetry: sour cream
poetry: villanova
poetry: the downtown drunks
poetry: disappointment lingers
poetry: hungry sounds
poetry: foot issues
poetry: the gas tank
poetry: plaza scenes
poetry: floatation devices
poetry: cleaner girl
poetry: sideways thumb
poetry: sour cream
poetry: villanova
poetry: the downtown drunks
poetry: disappointment lingers
poetry: hungry sounds
poetry: foot issues
4/19/12
Poker Nights And Planet Jams
pack 'em up thirty feet high.
the friends, acquiantences really.
provided a diversion, an escape.
an acceptance and ear.
ageed they did, with everything.
dug your music.
called you by your last name.
a youthful indulgence, friendship.
a silly game.
the old souls grow old alone.
realizing they have only light to give.
to others, all the others.
peaceful and friendly, not a drag.
the friendships came with a price.
occupying finite time with disappointments and expectations.
grudges and done-me-wrongs.
real friends always forgive.
eventually.
the coolers and the koozies.
bright shirts and jeans in ninety.
live music all weekend, the brownhawk band.
late night closings with real servants.
smokers, almost all.
poker nights and planet jams.
wandered green lawns for hours.
all the while hoping to make it.
just to look back.
it goes on ond on and on.
people i used to know.
seemed important at the time.
a worthy pursuit of worldly bonds.
and it continues, these friendships.
that always end.
wishin' to understand stillness.
havin' to keep going fast.
hopin' all my old friends are doing fine.
the friends, acquiantences really.
provided a diversion, an escape.
an acceptance and ear.
ageed they did, with everything.
dug your music.
called you by your last name.
a youthful indulgence, friendship.
a silly game.
the old souls grow old alone.
realizing they have only light to give.
to others, all the others.
peaceful and friendly, not a drag.
the friendships came with a price.
occupying finite time with disappointments and expectations.
grudges and done-me-wrongs.
real friends always forgive.
eventually.
the coolers and the koozies.
bright shirts and jeans in ninety.
live music all weekend, the brownhawk band.
late night closings with real servants.
smokers, almost all.
poker nights and planet jams.
wandered green lawns for hours.
all the while hoping to make it.
just to look back.
it goes on ond on and on.
people i used to know.
seemed important at the time.
a worthy pursuit of worldly bonds.
and it continues, these friendships.
that always end.
wishin' to understand stillness.
havin' to keep going fast.
hopin' all my old friends are doing fine.
4/15/12
Kramerian Game
Refinement of the Isner Scoring Method(ISM) is a continuous deliberation of incremental improvements over time. Time, as we know it, has no end. Therefore, this scoring method will be subjected to the American developed and Japanese implemented theory of Kaizen which is founded upon the principle of improvements implemented in a continuous cycle ad infinitum. It is with this intent that two changes were made to the scoring method that significantly impacts isner tennis culture.
First, the definition of a mahut has changed from 10 games to 15 games. The benefits of this improvement are: (1) increased physical exercise. (2) quicker Isner matches. (3) rewards stamina. (4) elimination of mahut ties. The change has also led to the increased importance of the pre-mahut racquet spin. No longer is it an indifferent net gathering ceremony prior to play just to get started. Going forward, its result will determine who serves 8 games and who serves 7. This significant advantage, especially over time, can have an impact on PCR. Keck has recently been seen practicing the toss and spin and volunteers at a higher rate since the inception of the 15 game mahut. Perhaps this task should be rotated and standards set. Another advantage of this change is the ability to break down each mahut in thirds to reflect, motivate, and strategize. Going 4-1 in the final third of a mahut can make a 5-10 loser go home enthused and eager to play the next mahut. The dejection of the opposite scenario is just as impactful. Up 7-3, imagine the mindset of a player who goes on to lose every game of the final third of a mahut. Not only loses the final 5 games, but loses the mahut itself 7-8. The overall impact of the 15 game mahut format is profound. The word corpse is now used to describe a mahut skunk, although the term moulette, formerly used to describe a 10 game mahut skunk, is still used within the context of the first 10 games (or two thirds) of a mahut. To date, Keck has scored 3 moulettes, one against J. Vita and two against me, the most recent during a 15 game mahut that was close to the first ever corpse until I broke serve to make it 1-13. Only two mahuts removed from my second ever mahut win against the man and I was fighting off a corpse. Keck's recent dominate play has been greatly impacted by two things: (1) drills and practice sessions with a certified coach, B. Vita. (2) integration of wood racquets--vintage tennis.
The next change in the scoring method involves the decleration that the first and seventh mahut of an isner match be played using a wooden racquet. Modern grips are acceptable, but tension absorbers are not allowed. The benefits of this improvement, known as vintage, are: (1) the actual game of tennis is being played. (2) promotes a focus on swing form and proper pace. (3) reminds us all of a great American and 1947 Wimbledon singles champion, Jack Kramer. As executive director and founder of ATP (Association of Tennis Professionals), the retired Kramer also led a principled and heroic boycott of Wimbledon in 1973 for the banning of Croatian player Nikola Pilic from the tournament. Pilic had refused to play Davis Cup for his native land and was banned from international play. The American Kramer could not support this draconian state-issued madate in the game of tennis. That year Czech Jan Kordes defeated Russian Alex Metreveli for the tainted Wimbledon title.
Jack Kramer and and his game were described in the free encyclopedia this way:
Tall and slim, he was the first world-class player to play "the Big Game", a consistent serve-and-volley game, in which he came to the net behind all of his serves, including the second serve. He was particularly known for his powerful serve and forehand, as well as his ability to play "percentage tennis", which he learned from Cliff Roche, a retired Railroad Engineer, at the Los Angeles Tennis Club. This strategy maximized his efforts on certain points and in certain games during the course of a match to increase his chances of winning. The key was to hold serve at all costs.
Who would want Jack Kramer serving on the other end of the court, tied 7-7 in the final game of a mahut? Inspired by my unpaid for Jack Kramer wooden racquet, the same kind I had played with in my youth, I had put Keck in position he's never been in during the inception of isner scoring methodology. By losing the first mahut of our 7th isner match 7-8 (and the first ever vintage mahut), Keck had the opportunity to understand the mind of a player down in an isner match. The week of restlessness, the constant air swings, the drawing board. Keck's response to this challenge was quick and resounding. A customary 10-5 mahut win the following week and the 14-1 near-corpsing partially described earlier. Again, the extra focus and coaching was important, but the more deliberate swings required for the vintage racquets has sharpened Keck's forehand considerably and will eventually lead to the same improvement on the backhand. After witnessing the 1-14 mahut, B. Vita offered me some advice, "You got to slow it down. Get a bigger loop going on your swing. You can beat him, Keck makes mistakes." I wasn't so sure and I questioned the coach's intentions, knowing that we had just entered into our first isner match, one in which he had won the first mahut 9-6. Vintage racquets, of course. Keck was now the least of my insner problems. My game was in shambles and I was behind in both my isner matches. Vita tennis players were notorious mind gamers. Joe with his memory, Bill with his reasons, Nick with his possum playing. Heard this song, cowboy quarterback opinions, tennis apparel and equipment, east texas days, dollars and cents, prayers too, line calls, string tension, nascar, dirk, smoking habits, smartphone nuances, new york and philly stories, and just about anything to keep you off your game during a changeover. Due to this, and knowing our inser match would continue to 70, I was initially leery of his advice. Upon reflection, my pace of play has accelerated greatly and should be tempered. The looping swings seem like spitting in the wind against Keck's current precision and an adoption of a more Kramerian game seems more worthy of execution. Never had a coach and it's too late for one now.
Taken as incremental changes, the evolution of the mahut and the integration of vintage, were easily accomplished. Two rule changes that have led to the improvement of the tennis experience. If we are to play this game, if we are to devote a portion of our finite time on earth to the art of playing the game of tennis, we must continue our pursuit of constant improvement and change.
4/14/12
Rankin Blues
a7 e7
stoic glares of remembered years
silent stares, no need for tears
d7 a7
mornings are foggy, nights are clear
d7 e7 e7 a7
nothing suprises, nothing to fear
about seventy turns around the sun
everything learned, had all the fun
i'm still right here, i ain't quite done
more to say from these tired old lungs
my high's been high, and my low's been low
told a few lies, and ate a bunch of crow
ask anyone around 'bout what they know
they'll tell you 'bout the times in stereo
travelled the world, been to timbucktoo
known a few girls, finally found my true
some think they know me, but they haven't a clue
been carrying around the rankin blues
stoic glares of remembered years
silent stares, no need for tears
d7 a7
mornings are foggy, nights are clear
d7 e7 e7 a7
nothing suprises, nothing to fear
about seventy turns around the sun
everything learned, had all the fun
i'm still right here, i ain't quite done
more to say from these tired old lungs
my high's been high, and my low's been low
told a few lies, and ate a bunch of crow
ask anyone around 'bout what they know
they'll tell you 'bout the times in stereo
travelled the world, been to timbucktoo
known a few girls, finally found my true
some think they know me, but they haven't a clue
been carrying around the rankin blues
Speed, The Villain
june, a year ago, had a concept explained regarding time and it's static nature.
no, i huffed originally, time waits for no one, it's always on the move.
time, it was argued, is the most serene and peaceful thing on this earth.
it's humanity that's on the move. the slow ones, the fast ones.
only a few, the still ones we'll call them, understand time's true properties.
possibly, it's the most heaven-like aspect of our very early eternal life.
time is certainly truth we've decided as we acclimate over the centuries.
again, darwin was partially right, except for the monkeys.
our conformity is motivated by pure selfishness. we can't help it.
you can overcome, i protested vigorously, you can decide to think of others first.
you can choose, but you can only choose to overcome your selfishness, he said.
continuing, points were made about killing your own nature and co-crucifixion.
it made perfect sense in that moment, and still does. the burden is gone.
choices and choices await our decisions. consequences to follow.
speed, the villain. not taking the time. in reality, stillness is time....
no, i huffed originally, time waits for no one, it's always on the move.
time, it was argued, is the most serene and peaceful thing on this earth.
it's humanity that's on the move. the slow ones, the fast ones.
only a few, the still ones we'll call them, understand time's true properties.
possibly, it's the most heaven-like aspect of our very early eternal life.
time is certainly truth we've decided as we acclimate over the centuries.
again, darwin was partially right, except for the monkeys.
our conformity is motivated by pure selfishness. we can't help it.
you can overcome, i protested vigorously, you can decide to think of others first.
you can choose, but you can only choose to overcome your selfishness, he said.
continuing, points were made about killing your own nature and co-crucifixion.
it made perfect sense in that moment, and still does. the burden is gone.
choices and choices await our decisions. consequences to follow.
speed, the villain. not taking the time. in reality, stillness is time....
4/11/12
Another Rotation
on the other side of midnight
can't look anyone in the eye
bushwhacked by self reflection
what could've been.
just this side of daybreak
cured of my blues and aches
gonna live another rotation
probably.
can't look anyone in the eye
bushwhacked by self reflection
what could've been.
just this side of daybreak
cured of my blues and aches
gonna live another rotation
probably.
4/9/12
The King's Graveyard
dissent, dissent won't matter in the end
your end or my end
the days will just stop
ours will be the same reality
none of the rightous bickering relevant
bread and wine consummed
confessions uttered
and stuttered
blessings bestowed on the unknown
the hours and hours spent in prayer
hating God
tragedies and circumstances
overcome by hope
producing faith
characteristics of those who persevere
belief is an empty word to most
more a noun that verb these days
the believers club
t shirt affliction
and crosses everywhere
Jesus was not tolerated
nor was any other self described king on this earth
take elvis and michael jackson
they were all hung
this is the king's graveyard
your end or my end
the days will just stop
ours will be the same reality
none of the rightous bickering relevant
bread and wine consummed
confessions uttered
and stuttered
blessings bestowed on the unknown
the hours and hours spent in prayer
hating God
tragedies and circumstances
overcome by hope
producing faith
characteristics of those who persevere
belief is an empty word to most
more a noun that verb these days
the believers club
t shirt affliction
and crosses everywhere
Jesus was not tolerated
nor was any other self described king on this earth
take elvis and michael jackson
they were all hung
this is the king's graveyard
4/7/12
Johnny Goodnight
an oval moon appeared tonight
displaying its glow on the horizon
partly obscured by late dusty clouds
twisters missed this place last week
dressed up in rain gear and dry
sunroof got jammed in the middle of a gusher
wet dashboard and screaming sounds
just wait for the heat wave and drought girls
be wishing for any kinda rain then
an old man looked back at me today
first time ever he looked at me that way
turned from the mirror and opened my mind
took the blinders off and quit chasing acceptance
the gift of age
and it is true that age can give words candidness
holding on to the langauge of our youth
protecting them in the name of the good ole days
but they are only old days and don't matter anymore
this day is truth
tomorrow is speculation and unassured
He was forsaken, yes He was. by His Father.
and ours. His mother was there. and the one.
they called him johnny goodnight
now he was a good man.
displaying its glow on the horizon
partly obscured by late dusty clouds
twisters missed this place last week
dressed up in rain gear and dry
sunroof got jammed in the middle of a gusher
wet dashboard and screaming sounds
just wait for the heat wave and drought girls
be wishing for any kinda rain then
an old man looked back at me today
first time ever he looked at me that way
turned from the mirror and opened my mind
took the blinders off and quit chasing acceptance
the gift of age
and it is true that age can give words candidness
holding on to the langauge of our youth
protecting them in the name of the good ole days
but they are only old days and don't matter anymore
this day is truth
tomorrow is speculation and unassured
He was forsaken, yes He was. by His Father.
and ours. His mother was there. and the one.
they called him johnny goodnight
now he was a good man.
4/6/12
Rubber On The Roads
Think of rubber on the roads
Bonnie and Clyde drove through here
The hitchhikers never saw it coming
The day when roads were obsolete.
Hours and hours of driving folks used to do
To visit relatives or lay on a beach with the tanned
Before the Chinese cut them off and gas was still available
Everyone in America walks now and bikes are abundant.
Just wonder of the rubber on these roads
Plain people and the famous kings and queens
Back before it was decided the definition of liberty had changed
We left the ruins of a revolution in the ditch.
Bonnie and Clyde drove through here
The hitchhikers never saw it coming
The day when roads were obsolete.
Hours and hours of driving folks used to do
To visit relatives or lay on a beach with the tanned
Before the Chinese cut them off and gas was still available
Everyone in America walks now and bikes are abundant.
Just wonder of the rubber on these roads
Plain people and the famous kings and queens
Back before it was decided the definition of liberty had changed
We left the ruins of a revolution in the ditch.
4/3/12
Jesus, The Divider
compromise is the seed of debauchery
turning the eye, missing the last sentence
can't feel my way around.
the raging crowds were for, then against
certainly they would not join the death
didn't make a lick o' sense.
nail up the criminals for an afternoon roast
blood thirsty and rightous citizens
weary from the whirlwind week.
the twelve scattered logically and tragically
self interests and instincts prevailing
alone He bore the weight.
doubt He ever thought of tv preachers
salvation won by guilt is fiction
sold by the greedy.
thus began years and years of conviction
eternal life misunderstood by most
this ain't life and death.
wars waged by the dumb, ignorant, and cowardly
for nothing more than 'national interests'
warriors pay their price.
invoke decency and morality and responsibility
bow your heads for the cameras
in God we trust.
the devil orchestrates the wars of this world
blessed are the peacemakers
Jesus, the divider.
turning the eye, missing the last sentence
can't feel my way around.
the raging crowds were for, then against
certainly they would not join the death
didn't make a lick o' sense.
nail up the criminals for an afternoon roast
blood thirsty and rightous citizens
weary from the whirlwind week.
the twelve scattered logically and tragically
self interests and instincts prevailing
alone He bore the weight.
doubt He ever thought of tv preachers
salvation won by guilt is fiction
sold by the greedy.
thus began years and years of conviction
eternal life misunderstood by most
this ain't life and death.
wars waged by the dumb, ignorant, and cowardly
for nothing more than 'national interests'
warriors pay their price.
invoke decency and morality and responsibility
bow your heads for the cameras
in God we trust.
the devil orchestrates the wars of this world
blessed are the peacemakers
Jesus, the divider.
3/31/12
Rang Them Bells
called photographic,
our mind records.
it's all there,
life fulfilled.
cool winds,
remembered.
dinner talks,
went on 'til 2.
after dinner,
we rang them bells.
mornings too,
wanting to please.
put on your face,
go into the world.
be another's joy,
stare at them in the eyes.
understand their pain,
reduce the sympathy.
only us are left,
for tomorrow.
the mind continues to record,
permanately.
on your last day,
you'll watch the movie.
you will rememeber all,
it was there all along.
the best movies build and build,
carpenters being good at life.
some end with a 'what?',
secrets no more.
i hope to see a colored movie,
one with some jazz.
our mind records.
it's all there,
life fulfilled.
cool winds,
remembered.
dinner talks,
went on 'til 2.
after dinner,
we rang them bells.
mornings too,
wanting to please.
put on your face,
go into the world.
be another's joy,
stare at them in the eyes.
understand their pain,
reduce the sympathy.
only us are left,
for tomorrow.
the mind continues to record,
permanately.
on your last day,
you'll watch the movie.
you will rememeber all,
it was there all along.
the best movies build and build,
carpenters being good at life.
some end with a 'what?',
secrets no more.
i hope to see a colored movie,
one with some jazz.
3/30/12
Rational Thought Completly Avoided
the late arrivals always arrive late
early risers are quick to rise.
the timeless never have a start time
others are confined by a planned destiny.
well intentioned intentions are rare
the inability to not please one's own self.
the sad clowns just clowned around
stepping through hoops and blowing horns.
fakers, everywhere you look, everyone you meet
even the known ones.
takers too, all around, taking and leaving
garbage on the floor.
the crimes. the injustice. the hopelessness.
rational thought completely avoided.
pick sides, read the manual, for the greater good
'at least we're not egypt.'
early risers are quick to rise.
the timeless never have a start time
others are confined by a planned destiny.
well intentioned intentions are rare
the inability to not please one's own self.
the sad clowns just clowned around
stepping through hoops and blowing horns.
fakers, everywhere you look, everyone you meet
even the known ones.
takers too, all around, taking and leaving
garbage on the floor.
the crimes. the injustice. the hopelessness.
rational thought completely avoided.
pick sides, read the manual, for the greater good
'at least we're not egypt.'
3/25/12
Prince Is A True Hero
the diminishing that takes place once business is introduced to a concept is an awful shame. unavoidable, no doubt, but still a shame. the business mandate of negotiation and compromise should not be excluded from artistic endeavors. however, it has to be totally excluded from the creative process and completely seperate from the performance process. it has it's own very narrow space. in addition, it should be managed expertly and efficiently by a person unconnected to rest of the overall process. creative and performance can be the same individual, but certainly doesn't have to be. actors act, writers write, a few great songwrites are great singers. only a few. willie, dylan, cash, bono, lucinda, merle, all the hanks, and all the elvises. many that died too early were mostly dumb and addicted. morrison, cobain, elvis, janice, hendrix, hank sr, and michael jackson. prince is a true hero. so to is pat benetar, who is playing at choctaw casino in durant, oklahoma, just across the texas border. my point is this: take your time and let your gifts be revealed. cannot recollect the original point i was trying to make, but business is business, know what i mean?
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3/24/12
When Words Go Bare
went up to pay my fine
that lost book finally caught up with me
pulled out fifty six bucks in crumpled cash
'it's sixty four ninety five, honey'
the librarian was not smiling
any way i can pay on it and still get more books?
'the whole thing has to be paid off before you can get more books
we'll take a check'
who's got a check?
'i know. sorry'
it's not your fault
came back after a three dollar atm fee
wandered the library for an hour
melville, twain, roth, explorers, mcmurtry, dylanologist, scottish poems
making eyes and breathing low
a God bless
movies bore me
thumbing through the dying animal
the young and boisterous
and lovely skins
readers are the caged
beginnning and completing over and over
never venturing
until one day
when words go bare.
that lost book finally caught up with me
pulled out fifty six bucks in crumpled cash
'it's sixty four ninety five, honey'
the librarian was not smiling
any way i can pay on it and still get more books?
'the whole thing has to be paid off before you can get more books
we'll take a check'
who's got a check?
'i know. sorry'
it's not your fault
came back after a three dollar atm fee
wandered the library for an hour
melville, twain, roth, explorers, mcmurtry, dylanologist, scottish poems
making eyes and breathing low
a God bless
movies bore me
thumbing through the dying animal
the young and boisterous
and lovely skins
readers are the caged
beginnning and completing over and over
never venturing
until one day
when words go bare.
3/23/12
Burst
automatic response of a trembling mind,
significance in an instant.
the routine men and women,
reluctantly counting myself.
committed to lesser breakouts,
completely enjoyed in a burst.
times when eternal is revealed,
exposing a creator's paradise.
significance in an instant.
the routine men and women,
reluctantly counting myself.
committed to lesser breakouts,
completely enjoyed in a burst.
times when eternal is revealed,
exposing a creator's paradise.
3/19/12
Devil's Masterpiece
religion is incredibly human.
and all that humans touch is corrupted.
invented by us.
refined for us.
easier the better.
push a button and see religion.
being religious means nothing.
other than intense self focus.
knew a guy once who got religion.
went to the mountains to pray.
and live by himself.
still there.
hope he's one with God by now.
i guess i hope that.
the Word is worthy of attention and study.
but religion can hold you back.
the letters of screwtape.
the devil's masterpiece.
we're made to work and serve.
specifically for God.
but it has nothing to do with religion.
we're also made to create.
made in His image.
the Creators's image.
create songs.
and poems.
and paintings.
and faces from rocks.
and love.
think even of technology.
and we'll continue creating.
humanity, i mean.
until the credits roll.
and all that humans touch is corrupted.
invented by us.
refined for us.
easier the better.
push a button and see religion.
being religious means nothing.
other than intense self focus.
knew a guy once who got religion.
went to the mountains to pray.
and live by himself.
still there.
hope he's one with God by now.
i guess i hope that.
the Word is worthy of attention and study.
but religion can hold you back.
the letters of screwtape.
the devil's masterpiece.
we're made to work and serve.
specifically for God.
but it has nothing to do with religion.
we're also made to create.
made in His image.
the Creators's image.
create songs.
and poems.
and paintings.
and faces from rocks.
and love.
think even of technology.
and we'll continue creating.
humanity, i mean.
until the credits roll.
3/18/12
Smallcase T
we walk this earth carefully,
concerned for ourselves.
we take measured steps,
and expect payment.
we don't notice the others hurting,
only the pain of our own scars.
we satisfy our dessert desires,
while children go hungry.
we travel the globe,
cameras at the ready. proof that we've been near a place that is known. a drink of pride to the accomplishment. water, spoiled by scotch. seeking the curve of the horizon with an unlevel mind, the smallcase t our only escape. our only alibi.
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gf
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concerned for ourselves.
we take measured steps,
and expect payment.
we don't notice the others hurting,
only the pain of our own scars.
we satisfy our dessert desires,
while children go hungry.
we travel the globe,
cameras at the ready. proof that we've been near a place that is known. a drink of pride to the accomplishment. water, spoiled by scotch. seeking the curve of the horizon with an unlevel mind, the smallcase t our only escape. our only alibi.
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fc
gf
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LaVillita Art
Humidity and beads of sweat
60 types of green
LaVillita art
Mexican dresses and walking sticks
On the rock paths
Last night's margarita spills
The English sit on patios
Commenting on the beauty
Empty buildings with flags on top
Boats of wonderers
Bridges and carvings
Named for dead heroes.
60 types of green
LaVillita art
Mexican dresses and walking sticks
On the rock paths
Last night's margarita spills
The English sit on patios
Commenting on the beauty
Empty buildings with flags on top
Boats of wonderers
Bridges and carvings
Named for dead heroes.
3/14/12
Mortally Unattainable
a writer can only write well once insecurity is banished. in matters of creative art, one's own opinions and tastes and boundries should be exclusively considered. leave the audience to the performance artists, whose pure craft is just as defined and all that matters is other's opinions and tastes and boundries. all writers fall somewhere in between, desiring connection and expression. purity of either is mortally unattainable....'can a war zone hate in the autumn?' is a tremendous sentence.
3/10/12
Blacklisted
blacklisted.
supernova wanna bees.
glowing eyes.
follow the leader.
keep the truth.
to yourself.
hand out the jacks.
one at a time.
those damn jacks.
blame the bureaucrats.
and the bureaucracy.
sing to the true lovers.
clan of wildcats.
separately hunting.
darwin was partially right.
except for the monkeys.
talking souls here.
talking souls filled up with life.
talking souls that never die.
they all have blood.
not everyone has a soul.
sidetracked.
by a blind runner.
boots up to her knees.
world order is lost.
this hollow life.
checked into the riverwalk spa.
with sore feet.
and a clouded mind.
felt relief in an instant.
finally sane.
a host of cooks and butlers.
table full of fable talk.
wildcats wait.
perhaps a playful paw.
glorious faces.
behind shower doors
not yet comfortable.
not yet adjusted.
unlikely to ever be.
foreigner to most.
follower of none.
3/7/12
Woman Farmer
the scandalous
and a two-timer
floated down the brazos.
a woman farmer
hoeing the fields
for the late harvest.
hands of work
she carried it all
too busy to die.
his weak mind
distracted by beauty
and glances.
this tempting world
all the pleasures
all the pain.
and a two-timer
floated down the brazos.
a woman farmer
hoeing the fields
for the late harvest.
hands of work
she carried it all
too busy to die.
his weak mind
distracted by beauty
and glances.
this tempting world
all the pleasures
all the pain.
3/4/12
Texico (Draft): Maggie Graham
"You're telling me you cannot say yes to the proposal?" Maggie Graham was moving closer to the Brazilian President, "What are your alternatives?"
"Magggeeie", he wanted to keep her affection while reasoning, "Texico is too new, too different, too audacious. These things take time to mature."
"What things?” she asked while taking his hand. The Texican Secretary of State was an articulate and educated woman of 35. Her face was flawless and her beauty moved in an upright posture, shoulders back.
"Relationships. Only a decade ago it was Mexicans and Americans. Then the Texans got fed up and wanted to do it their way. Nothing wrong with that, but we have concerns about the Texan influence in Texico. Brazilians know Mexicans, but are leery of people like L. Dean and Barnes."
"Oh, Henrique. You know me. Are you leery of me?" She was close enough to whisper and the President could smell the aromas of lotions, perfumes, and human scents. They had spent the evening dining together at the Palacia da Alvorada, the official residence of the President. Henrique Diego Almeida was a hero in his homeland but famously prone to a wandering eye. The silk white, Irish blooded, green eyed face of Maggie Graham was inches from his lips. Her eyes closed and she kissed him for an extended period. She moved closer to him and her hair fell down. He knew resisting was hopeless and he knew the deal with the Texicans for petroleum rights and refinery development would be announced the next day. The Western Hemisphere Oil Alliance (WHOA) with Canada, Texico, and Brazil would bring Texico gas prices to 1970's levels for it's citizens and ensure the heating and transportation industries would continue to thrive from Rio de Janeiro to New Foundland for all three nations. The Americans continued to rely on the English and Saudi's for oil, the mighty Gulf of Mexico no longer their own. By 2030, the entire American oil industry went bankrupt due to government regulations and controls and gas was $20 a gallon. The bones of Andrew Jackson, the fiercly independent president of the people and who the American twenty dollar bill is named for, was likely shifting dirt around. The bones of Sam Houston, his protege and fellow Tennesseean, were getting the last laugh.
The wind powered most of the Texico's domestic needs. Critics argued that wind could not produce on-demand power. When a Texico A&M scientist, Dr. Dale DeVille, discovered a method to store up electricity, Texico city's were assured of illumination and evening celebrations. In addition, because the government no longer provided lighting of any kind to cities, towns, or estados, power was only used when needed. Corporations were looking for profits and lighting up a high-rise building so you can see it from afar, wasn't worth the expense. St. Patrick's Day or not. Nighttime skylines were obsolete in Texico. Only the street levels were lit. Neon and bright.
"Did you get to sleep last night, Henrique?” a stretching Maggie asked when she woke with the sun rise. Her hands were behind her head, elbows bent out. He turned from the window where he was standing and smiled wearily at her.
"Like a king." he said.
"Magggeeie", he wanted to keep her affection while reasoning, "Texico is too new, too different, too audacious. These things take time to mature."
"What things?” she asked while taking his hand. The Texican Secretary of State was an articulate and educated woman of 35. Her face was flawless and her beauty moved in an upright posture, shoulders back.
"Relationships. Only a decade ago it was Mexicans and Americans. Then the Texans got fed up and wanted to do it their way. Nothing wrong with that, but we have concerns about the Texan influence in Texico. Brazilians know Mexicans, but are leery of people like L. Dean and Barnes."
"Oh, Henrique. You know me. Are you leery of me?" She was close enough to whisper and the President could smell the aromas of lotions, perfumes, and human scents. They had spent the evening dining together at the Palacia da Alvorada, the official residence of the President. Henrique Diego Almeida was a hero in his homeland but famously prone to a wandering eye. The silk white, Irish blooded, green eyed face of Maggie Graham was inches from his lips. Her eyes closed and she kissed him for an extended period. She moved closer to him and her hair fell down. He knew resisting was hopeless and he knew the deal with the Texicans for petroleum rights and refinery development would be announced the next day. The Western Hemisphere Oil Alliance (WHOA) with Canada, Texico, and Brazil would bring Texico gas prices to 1970's levels for it's citizens and ensure the heating and transportation industries would continue to thrive from Rio de Janeiro to New Foundland for all three nations. The Americans continued to rely on the English and Saudi's for oil, the mighty Gulf of Mexico no longer their own. By 2030, the entire American oil industry went bankrupt due to government regulations and controls and gas was $20 a gallon. The bones of Andrew Jackson, the fiercly independent president of the people and who the American twenty dollar bill is named for, was likely shifting dirt around. The bones of Sam Houston, his protege and fellow Tennesseean, were getting the last laugh.
The wind powered most of the Texico's domestic needs. Critics argued that wind could not produce on-demand power. When a Texico A&M scientist, Dr. Dale DeVille, discovered a method to store up electricity, Texico city's were assured of illumination and evening celebrations. In addition, because the government no longer provided lighting of any kind to cities, towns, or estados, power was only used when needed. Corporations were looking for profits and lighting up a high-rise building so you can see it from afar, wasn't worth the expense. St. Patrick's Day or not. Nighttime skylines were obsolete in Texico. Only the street levels were lit. Neon and bright.
"Did you get to sleep last night, Henrique?” a stretching Maggie asked when she woke with the sun rise. Her hands were behind her head, elbows bent out. He turned from the window where he was standing and smiled wearily at her.
"Like a king." he said.
Soul Man's Blues
early wind and budding trees
mind ran off into the alley
thought i saw a morning dove
seems like the devil's been keeping tally.
embark on your lonely path
i wish i could go with you too
words unspoken worthless now
you always knew i loved you.
he was a soul man, the best man i knew
i can remember his words, the soul man's blues.
he was a soul man, all the crowds that he drew
he would just sing out loud, the soul man's blues.
(aharp)hheeeewaaaaassssaaaassoooouuuullmaaaaann. honk. honk.
got wet bones you know what i mean
cold rain all day long, never saw the light
ladies ran off to the shops and boutiques
left me alone until the middle of the night.
e7a7
e7d7
a7e7
d7a7
a7e7
d7e7d7a7
mind ran off into the alley
thought i saw a morning dove
seems like the devil's been keeping tally.
embark on your lonely path
i wish i could go with you too
words unspoken worthless now
you always knew i loved you.
he was a soul man, the best man i knew
i can remember his words, the soul man's blues.
he was a soul man, all the crowds that he drew
he would just sing out loud, the soul man's blues.
(aharp)hheeeewaaaaassssaaaassoooouuuullmaaaaann. honk. honk.
got wet bones you know what i mean
cold rain all day long, never saw the light
ladies ran off to the shops and boutiques
left me alone until the middle of the night.
e7a7
e7d7
a7e7
d7a7
a7e7
d7e7d7a7
Generals And Scouts
they're all behind enemy lines.
following generals and scouts.
stepping carefully.
so leaves don't crack.
baaa rump pa pum pum.
hear our drum.
oh, hear our drum.
oh, woe, oh, hear our drum. (hear our drum).
following generals and scouts.
stepping carefully.
so leaves don't crack.
baaa rump pa pum pum.
hear our drum.
oh, hear our drum.
oh, woe, oh, hear our drum. (hear our drum).
2/29/12
Sugar Boost
keep making the grade
work it out and refine always
perhaps a sugar boost.
play the game to win
choose to make the wise choices
decide to dominate.
continually steer the ship
navigate the rough oceans and seas
be the calm water.
remove the vanity plates
the trophies and ribbons and cash
spill out your guts.
work it out and refine always
perhaps a sugar boost.
play the game to win
choose to make the wise choices
decide to dominate.
continually steer the ship
navigate the rough oceans and seas
be the calm water.
remove the vanity plates
the trophies and ribbons and cash
spill out your guts.
2/26/12
Texico (Draft): Oklahoma Food Drop
The leaders of the succession from America movement, which eventually resulted in the establishment of the Texas nation, which eventually led to the establishment of the Texico nation, were all still involved in Texico society throughout their lifetimes. Well into his eighties, J. T. Barnes streamed live on the wedia wire. Although elecrtrical wires by that time were obsolete and the Texican landscapes are all wireless now. He died in a car wreck near Spur, Texico trying to avoid hitting a jackrabbit. Details of the incident remain undisclosed by the Barnes family. Fran Del Corona grew tomotoes and counted his money until he fell on his head trying to walk across an icy sidewalk in Ft. Worth. He was a hundred and twenty three years old. To this day, most world record opinionators consider him the longest living human ever. Although how can we really know, especially considering the Old Testament. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald continued, often in vain, to change the world. When they were both ninety-eight years old, L. Dean paid a farmer a thousand dollars to take them up in an old crop duster so they could drop some food to starving americans in Ada, Oklahoma. Annabelle, by that time, had overcome her fear of flying and was fearless in the air. Unfortunately, for all involved, including the hungry folks in Ada who never got the food, the farmer proved to be an inadequate pilot and the plane went down on Granite Mountain, near Davis, Oklahoma. No one survived and the seventy-six year marriage of the Fitzgeralds finally ended on earth. The music stopped, but the melodies remain for all Texicans. The red hours followed by stars in the neon night.
2/24/12
Pair Of Hawks
roof of my mouth was bone daddy dry
saw a pair of hawks and had to have some.
other night she broke down and cried
drank brew in the morning, at night it was rum.
plantations and swamps with reptiles
went fast through the air of the heavy night.
destruction and worry on every mile
wished it wasn't me on whom she relied.
you trapper, you hound, you cat
the young are in heat and prowling around.
could never dream of a moment like that
misting skies, clean whiffs, and silent sounds.
a word whispered in an awakening ear
a turn around the tables, chairs, and beds.
exhausted and beat by the volunteers
extended glance i can't get out of my head.
that smirking bastard sits in waiting
urges and temptations were the nails in His hands.
hummed a song from a poem i was creating
we've all been saved and we've all been damned.
saw a pair of hawks and had to have some.
other night she broke down and cried
drank brew in the morning, at night it was rum.
plantations and swamps with reptiles
went fast through the air of the heavy night.
destruction and worry on every mile
wished it wasn't me on whom she relied.
you trapper, you hound, you cat
the young are in heat and prowling around.
could never dream of a moment like that
misting skies, clean whiffs, and silent sounds.
a word whispered in an awakening ear
a turn around the tables, chairs, and beds.
exhausted and beat by the volunteers
extended glance i can't get out of my head.
that smirking bastard sits in waiting
urges and temptations were the nails in His hands.
hummed a song from a poem i was creating
we've all been saved and we've all been damned.
2/20/12
Further West
further west...
one armed dove shot
dairyland cafe
first marching band in texas
around the mid twenties
drivers one after another
on the way to california
drove and drove
stopped in for a stretch
a good night's sleep
eyed by the lawman's eye
he's stoic and suspicious
he believes the devil's lies
further west...
there's more trust out there
and uncaring smiles
everywhere you look there's peace
overcome by a norther
shut in for days and days
fires and stories of justice
on ridges and bluffs
went to the non smoking side
always avoiding the looks
she warmed up to us
after a while
after a little while
further west...
ae
ed
ade
one armed dove shot
dairyland cafe
first marching band in texas
around the mid twenties
drivers one after another
on the way to california
drove and drove
stopped in for a stretch
a good night's sleep
eyed by the lawman's eye
he's stoic and suspicious
he believes the devil's lies
further west...
there's more trust out there
and uncaring smiles
everywhere you look there's peace
overcome by a norther
shut in for days and days
fires and stories of justice
on ridges and bluffs
went to the non smoking side
always avoiding the looks
she warmed up to us
after a while
after a little while
further west...
ae
ed
ade
2/19/12
Stiff Lips
out here we laugh out loud for the home folks
some of them twisting in the wind
tight jeans and raindrops on a metal roof
thought the place took plastic
but she would only take cash
forked over the bills and a few coins
almost worthless 'cept for slots
wished I'd brought my shades
wanna hide my eyes from the truth
expressions muted and upper lips stiff
lunatics surround the fire pit
and a harmonica blows
some of them twisting in the wind
tight jeans and raindrops on a metal roof
thought the place took plastic
but she would only take cash
forked over the bills and a few coins
almost worthless 'cept for slots
wished I'd brought my shades
wanna hide my eyes from the truth
expressions muted and upper lips stiff
lunatics surround the fire pit
and a harmonica blows
Cracked Smiles
hundreds of dollars were lost
given to the house
odds were never in our favor
yet we still ached for the chance
an ounce of suddeness
a hope for love
slow greetings and cracked smiles
lonely boy hours
players of all kinds
watching from the rafters
as the women fought it out
in the early morning
given to the house
odds were never in our favor
yet we still ached for the chance
an ounce of suddeness
a hope for love
slow greetings and cracked smiles
lonely boy hours
players of all kinds
watching from the rafters
as the women fought it out
in the early morning
2/8/12
Ninety-Six Magnavox
scooted that monster from the garage
too heavy and awkward to pick up
'specially for my 2nd half back
make sure the bones are protected
what a glory it was
big and bright
biggest tube ever owned in my family
up 'til that time anyway
the glove that didn't fit
green day
the steroid rangers
the heroic cowboys
and their 3 inch headlines
stared and stared for so many hours
hypnotized and surrounded by sound
in stereo
teletubbies and dora
the blue house bear
nine eleven catatonic and weary
no planes in the sky
spirit of braveheart
electronics crashing
asteroids and space invaders
tennis matches and an unbeaten streak
lost flippers and late night shows
weather worries and tragedy channels
where are they now
behind the music
thank God steely dan won the grammy
everything is outsync
stanley cup full of gravy
go stars
men eating grubs
desperate women
dog shows and gator trappers
oil just spilling in the ocean
cramer cried about the bond market
bet he got a bailout
recounts and chads
i did not have relations with that woman
protests and bombs and murders
c-span boring us to death
rather, washington boring us to death
the last waltz
when it had all been done
green was purple
and popping noises
sitting with a pile of junk now
ready for burial
that ninety-six magnavox thirty-three inch was a good television
real heavy though.
too heavy and awkward to pick up
'specially for my 2nd half back
make sure the bones are protected
what a glory it was
big and bright
biggest tube ever owned in my family
up 'til that time anyway
the glove that didn't fit
green day
the steroid rangers
the heroic cowboys
and their 3 inch headlines
stared and stared for so many hours
hypnotized and surrounded by sound
in stereo
teletubbies and dora
the blue house bear
nine eleven catatonic and weary
no planes in the sky
spirit of braveheart
electronics crashing
asteroids and space invaders
tennis matches and an unbeaten streak
lost flippers and late night shows
weather worries and tragedy channels
where are they now
behind the music
thank God steely dan won the grammy
everything is outsync
stanley cup full of gravy
go stars
men eating grubs
desperate women
dog shows and gator trappers
oil just spilling in the ocean
cramer cried about the bond market
bet he got a bailout
recounts and chads
i did not have relations with that woman
protests and bombs and murders
c-span boring us to death
rather, washington boring us to death
the last waltz
when it had all been done
green was purple
and popping noises
sitting with a pile of junk now
ready for burial
that ninety-six magnavox thirty-three inch was a good television
real heavy though.
2/5/12
Boogieman Shake
always and forever we will try in vain to warn our brothers and sisters. the boogieman is coming to get you. lock the doors and shut the windows. grab a flashlight and ice some beer. get those blankets and pull that crate of water to the side of the house. clear a large area in the middle of the room. boogieman 'bout to boogie. rat-a-tat-tat creates the hush, the man appears in a cloud of dust. white suit with a golden belt, pearly shoes and a hat of felt. all the dancers stopped and stared, the boogieman with his thinning hair. took a step and then flashed a smile, had the look had the style. do the boogieman shake, yeah yeah, do the boogieman shake, uh huh, do the boogieman shake, all right.
2/4/12
Angel Army
d7 g
angel army
d7
angel army
g
angel army
d7
angel army
g
you will protect me
d7
and you'll never harm me
g d7 g
my angel army, my angel army
am d7 am
only time goes slow, you know you know, grow old grow old,
d7 g d7
get on the road or you'll never find me.
yell it from the mountains
over the treetops
catch the western winds
keep going east
record it in hi fi
send it over the live wire
soundwaves just bringing the truth
lift up your hands, ask him to hear your prayer, tell him bout where you been,
give it all to him and put it behind you.
angel army
angel army
angel army
angel army
you will protect me
and you'll never harm me
my angel army
only time goes slow, you know you know, grow old grow old,
get on the road or you'll never find me.
Really Fine 170 Years
....of course everyone would have to agree. motivations would need to be compelling for both entities. whoever thought we'd be at this place. one day away from the glory of a new hope for the world. a place of purity and thoughtfulness. a place where wolves sleep during the day and get fed at night. the passing people just kept on walking. right though the screen doors and paper walls. the sturdy folks stood there unmoved and resolved. no one would tell them how to act. rights were rights. the bluecoat men thought the texans would fall in line. the gasps when the letter was delivered. 'mr. president, it's been a really fine 170 years, but today the people of texas declare our independence. God bless America.'....
1/31/12
Sucker Punched
b'cause a time bomb went off
over near the main street bank
that vault's the fullest in the land
money just falling from the sky
people in heat grabbing at the cash
stuffing their pockets then grabbing more
looked up and saw the fuzz coming
in a pack like a scene from mad max
blue shirts and hardhats and billy clubs
broke out some kung fu and held my own
'til they sucker punched me from behind
should've seen the that joker coming
breathing got out of whack for a moment
only took a flash of vulnerability
seven of them jumped on me and wailed
just kicked and swung fists wildly
knuckles were bloody and swollen
hand bones and finger bones shattered
took one guy out with a head butt
another with an elbow to the nose
finally they took me in to the pokey
midnight cops on a shift change
booked me for resisting and profanity
and that's why i'm here.
over near the main street bank
that vault's the fullest in the land
money just falling from the sky
people in heat grabbing at the cash
stuffing their pockets then grabbing more
looked up and saw the fuzz coming
in a pack like a scene from mad max
blue shirts and hardhats and billy clubs
broke out some kung fu and held my own
'til they sucker punched me from behind
should've seen the that joker coming
breathing got out of whack for a moment
only took a flash of vulnerability
seven of them jumped on me and wailed
just kicked and swung fists wildly
knuckles were bloody and swollen
hand bones and finger bones shattered
took one guy out with a head butt
another with an elbow to the nose
finally they took me in to the pokey
midnight cops on a shift change
booked me for resisting and profanity
and that's why i'm here.
1/27/12
Southern Canyon
g
faster, faster, faster
d
keep that engine running
c
cut it off now
g
and you'll be stuck
am g
in the southern canyon.
master, master, master
never did think
not in a million years
that we'd be apart
for the final showdown.
laster, laster, laster
time consummed
and time awaits
accompanied always
by her captured soul.
plaster, plaster, plaster
sculpters and painters
unrecognized abstracts
and self portraits
of the mad and lost.
faster, faster, faster
d
keep that engine running
c
cut it off now
g
and you'll be stuck
am g
in the southern canyon.
master, master, master
never did think
not in a million years
that we'd be apart
for the final showdown.
laster, laster, laster
time consummed
and time awaits
accompanied always
by her captured soul.
plaster, plaster, plaster
sculpters and painters
unrecognized abstracts
and self portraits
of the mad and lost.
1/23/12
Sqweem
noise interpretations..
pow pow! slingk...ding;
puuusttt...sqweem;
ta tat ta tat;
grrraahhh!!;
chugulp..chugulp..chugulp;
puttputtbeepbeep;
plough plop plough plop;
eerrrr!! 9er 9er eerrrr!!;
sniffsighsnort;
eeeyaawwll!!!;
this is only a test;
bang! bang! bip! bang!;
flackin' flukin' floridian!;
hehehehonkhehehehonkhehehe.
1/20/12
Public Music
that sidewalk was a slippery mother
girl in a plaid dress just sliding by
the thoughts going through her mind
could explain alot.
clods and bulldozers clogging the road
nothing's gonna get through tonight
not with the wind kicking up like it is
think i'll slide to the inside lane.
gas tank on about a quarter to a half
should be fine if i can run the heater
got public music and a bucket seat
souless road and ice.
emamgd3
em
girl in a plaid dress just sliding by
the thoughts going through her mind
could explain alot.
clods and bulldozers clogging the road
nothing's gonna get through tonight
not with the wind kicking up like it is
think i'll slide to the inside lane.
gas tank on about a quarter to a half
should be fine if i can run the heater
got public music and a bucket seat
souless road and ice.
emamgd3
em
1/16/12
Everyday Brit Accents
those damn brits with their taxes and insults.
"yes, we can't even get the good tea."
(they talked in their everyday brit accents. these were the days before the american revolution)
that soldier over there took a likein' to lady mirabella.
"bloody rascal! wish i could get him alone without that gun and bayonet. i'd pull out his damn rib and show it to him as i cracked his knees"
who's he protecting us from anyway? who are the redcoats protecting us from? hmmm, brother, i don't know.
"heard yesterday one of the bastards killed my native buddy. seen him last during wintertime, but didn't figure it would be the last time we danced around the fire and painted our faces."
what happened?
"don't really know. there's some confusion over the paperwork."
always the paperwork.
"well anyway, you coming to that meeting tonight?"
well uh hmm, the minutemen gonna have to meet without me. i ain't big on meetings, but let me know what happens. i'm in. i can't stand those dudes.
"yes, we can't even get the good tea."
(they talked in their everyday brit accents. these were the days before the american revolution)
that soldier over there took a likein' to lady mirabella.
"bloody rascal! wish i could get him alone without that gun and bayonet. i'd pull out his damn rib and show it to him as i cracked his knees"
who's he protecting us from anyway? who are the redcoats protecting us from? hmmm, brother, i don't know.
"heard yesterday one of the bastards killed my native buddy. seen him last during wintertime, but didn't figure it would be the last time we danced around the fire and painted our faces."
what happened?
"don't really know. there's some confusion over the paperwork."
always the paperwork.
"well anyway, you coming to that meeting tonight?"
well uh hmm, the minutemen gonna have to meet without me. i ain't big on meetings, but let me know what happens. i'm in. i can't stand those dudes.
1/13/12
Okydoke
the most tremendous eating tools ever created
fingers and thumbs
a peace sign and an okydoke
fingers and thumbs
tapping out the words and phrases and spaces
fingers and thumbs
trembling while finding all the hiding places
fingers and thumbs
1/12/12
Thanks To Teddy Roosevelt
poll numbers up
and the makeup applied
remember the three points
remember to smile
drink some water
a few times
show a sense of humor
thank the crowd
tell the truth
an actual new idea
it's the gold
everyone's afraid of the gold
all fixed in the vaults
live and let live
to the foreigners
come and visit sometime
visit them american parks
thanks to teddy roosevelt
again, thank the crowd
and the makeup applied
remember the three points
remember to smile
drink some water
a few times
show a sense of humor
thank the crowd
tell the truth
an actual new idea
it's the gold
everyone's afraid of the gold
all fixed in the vaults
live and let live
to the foreigners
come and visit sometime
visit them american parks
thanks to teddy roosevelt
again, thank the crowd
1/9/12
Crude Summer
whoever wrote that hearts can break while a person is alive would likely be classified as an unfortunate soul and bad estimator of the permanent need in every person to have a working heart full of aortas and ventricles and blue and red veins like we saw in the textbooks we put book covers on probably to hide the publishing company's name which could cause a stir in any household paying attention to the knowledge being thrust into the minds of the sweet children who will one day determine the conditions of your last days undoubtedly assuring you all the while that best interests we're being considered due to the love in their hearts and all the time you wanting only the love in their souls which is divine and everlasting as the heart is mortal and doomed to a satin-lined casket or the heart could serve two souls as a transplant if some especially fortnuate person perhaps in a car wreck down on the freeway involving only one car that hit a concrete wall in the construction zone because the man driving was changing out his music and he lost control near the overpass that soars high into the air as part of a mixmaster project where more workers are watching work than working and the portable johns are always tipped over which brings up the topic of sanitation and the wonderment of where all our trash goes when we send it out to the dumpster and the trash truck comes to pick it up and take it just outside of town to a big dug up hole and covers it up with earth's own dirt which could be either the most obvious and rightous place for it or a travesty to God's great creation but surely the tainting of the oceans by human trash is inexcusable and should be met with the strongest opposition as the crude summer of 10 in the gulf is remembered not only by the cajuns but by all of their texican brothers and sisters.
1/7/12
Gin Rummy And Cancellations
albequerque is the brownest town in america
so said this dude i talked to once
he worked there for six months
before another transfer
i can only remember the airport
gin rummy and cancellations
took a six seater to durango at one a.m.
songs of glory and quick drops in altitude
i can't really say if albequerque is the brownest town in america
santa fe ain't brown, and i spent plenty of time there
wandered the new mexican rockies as a younger man
never been to the caverns and never seen the aliens
i like brown.
so said this dude i talked to once
he worked there for six months
before another transfer
i can only remember the airport
gin rummy and cancellations
took a six seater to durango at one a.m.
songs of glory and quick drops in altitude
i can't really say if albequerque is the brownest town in america
santa fe ain't brown, and i spent plenty of time there
wandered the new mexican rockies as a younger man
never been to the caverns and never seen the aliens
i like brown.
1/5/12
Red Hour
c g
steering the plow, dirt and worms
f c
sun blistering, brow of sweat
g f
swarms of flies, swatted by the tail
c g
day took it's blood, the night's a' coming
f g c
rocks and stones and boulders
if she would just let me hold her
we could keep growing older
g f c
ohhhh, at the red hour
one blade runner, leather straps
wallowing legs, aching back
at the red hour, the evening light
clouds illuminate, the night's a' coming
steering the plow, dirt and worms
f c
sun blistering, brow of sweat
g f
swarms of flies, swatted by the tail
c g
day took it's blood, the night's a' coming
f g c
rocks and stones and boulders
if she would just let me hold her
we could keep growing older
g f c
ohhhh, at the red hour
one blade runner, leather straps
wallowing legs, aching back
at the red hour, the evening light
clouds illuminate, the night's a' coming
1/3/12
Comedy Of Manipulation
tempeted just to walk out the door and keep walking 'til i get to the highlands. along the way greeting the lonley and desperate with a traveler's perspective. i've seen the great lights of the city, i've smelt the trash and balanced on street curbs. everybody thinks they're connected in their isolated minds. only a few intellectuals around, understanding the obscene comedy of manipulation. yes, it makes you wanna walk. walk to the corner store in a small town. it's insignificance to the connected pleasant and unguarding. the intense worlds that walk through the store, gathering lighters, and pens, and floss, and macaroni, and a paint chipper. eggs and tire chains out of stock. thought the cashier was gonna quit, but she walked out front and took a smoke. came back in a state of euphoria, laughing at the jokes of toothless men and giving eyes to the young and raging. walked to the next town and same damn thing. there is no such thing as boring. you may be bored due to lack of initiative or an idle brain. creation is our purpose. we were created to create. then we die. thought about this and boarded the bus back home. found a melody to hum and looked at the path walked in reverse and at a much faster pace. all the truth lost in speed. keep the microscopic caverns of your mind alive. creation, to be continued...
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