People have water
In the Sudan?
And oil and fire and tarnish
Miscible treasury
As in Thousand Oaks California
I for one cannot reach my Sudanese Archway
Without war mongering fear hate teaching itself
The touched parts of myself for one day
Not allowed the oasis of bathing
Without city council
Economic freedom votes
Tens of millions of Sudanese Americans
Have the identical rainfall amounts
I have a gripe of French soaps
kevin 29m
Governor Newsom
Governor Newsom
May we return to a congressional based observation of calendared appointment of statement in goals ordered by legislation avoiding obstruction of speech tonight?
May the state exist legally in budgeted measure of life's document as legislated from the Senate by end of next 48 hours in delegation of staff?
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
As olden
My crate is bothered
Again in milks nestle
Tiler of salt and creek
Abrupts the smitten teaks
So hardened in Finnish
Carved as turnip
Young gentle artisan and I
His trolley rails
From gentle Oranges County
Hearing days labor in gus tide
Ventura he sails
Bringing floors tapping
And in Santa Monica his best hides
Docile Does Defeat
Feathered wide
Apart as stride
Tipping blooms
Cautious feud
Disabled pollens
Meeting mew
Brewing nets
Callous frets collisions
Darkest reflections take
Time is 2:49a.m
Americans remain stranded outside in the darkness of cold literally behind an enemies vote. Location. California
Lobby staff of elect titles carry extension over fund
Interest in devalued commodity spends
Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy.
To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy.
Gifted with acting skills and a great voice, his career went far.
In no time at all, California's native son became a star.
On television in "Here Come the Brides", he played "Jeremy"
This role cemented his tremendous popularity.
His first recording of "Little Woman" soared up the charts.
Bobby won uncountable teenage girls' hearts.
His burgeoning popularity was totally unquestionable.
Other hits that followed made him a big teen idol.
With all the attention he was getting, there was some strife.
Bobby decided to back away to a quieter life.
Yes, Bobby certainly accomplished much in his day.
At the age of eighty-one, he silently passed away.
Bobby Sherman
(1943-2025)
I thank Wikipedia,org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
In a thriving city a boy was born,
growing up melancholy and forlorn,
thoughtful, with a poet's sensitive soul,
he knew he was different and unwhole.
His life would be both rose and piercing thorn.
He took to the road, and he travelled far.
In the Summer of Love, he found his star,
and for the first time, he felt happiness.
a strange new world felt like a warm caress,
San Francisco and electric guitar.
His smile, like the sun, would light up the sky,
but that California Sunshine high
would almost break him and lay him down low.
But those days are gone, and so long ago.
Now, we can only cry, and wonder - "why?"
while torrid sparks lick heaven’s cheek
those Santa Anas sweep the peaks
and stoke the charring blaze that kills
each breathing creature ‘tween the hills
sweet Cali’s grandest homes and folk
engulfed with horror, screams and smoke
now ‘neath an arson’s scorching gun
there’s nothing left them but … to run
what weight we grant to things of price
quick-claimed by flame and heat’s device
there saves no faves from nature’s wrath
this beast burns whole what’s in its path
fire knows naught favored lands or name
midst blaze and smoke we’re all the same
and what with work we’ve come to earn
comes soot through conflagration’s burn
such fearsome heat, such searing scorch
damned hades wields this ruthless torch
though folks chance lives to slow its creep
there’s naught contained by work or weep
too much now lost this hellfire’s breath
the things and homes that meet their death
and yet, it’s through this hell on earth
we learn, once more, what LIFE … is worth.
California Dreaming
5/9/2025
Her memories like the softest, velvet clouds, gliding swiftly, were being
Dried from their moistness.
How grateful she was to follow.her dreams to California, freed from their
cold, and most unhelpul voices.
It took her some time to let go of old friends and warm, familiar faces,
And she knew it was her soul’s relentless, choices.
On the airplane, tears fell as the plane ascended, and she realized, heading
into the sunset, the strength of her own inner voices.
It doets
In file
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times
My heart is breaking
as the fire wins,
An elemental only doing
What its nature demands:
Eat, heat, repeat.
Some spirits walk on
As the fire fights
Any efforts to defy its nature.
We count, one by one,
those escorted by fire
To the edge of understanding:
bitter taste of pain on one side,
On the other, wholly unimaginable
to us. Holy. And unimaginable.
We are slow to learn their names,
To understand the holes
Burned in families, communities.
The wind is doing
what it's designed to do:
Feed the fire,
to do what its nature demands:
Eat, heat, repeat.
My heart is doing what it's designed to do:
Break.
Break, for the powerful presence
Of absence.
Out in the desert, dry and wide,
There’s a place where people hide.
No rules, no rent, no locked-up gates,
Just open skies and empty plates.
Homes are built from scraps and sand,
Painted bright by careful hand.
Words of crime and dreams untold,
On walls that crack from heat and cold.
Some come to stay, some come to go,
Some criminals just want to lay low.
In the silence, guitarrists' songs still play,
At end of day, under the Milky Way.
Life is hard, the sun beats down,
Water’s rare, no nearby town.
Freedom hums like a demon's hymn,
In this place of dust and sin.
If you want to live life free,
Come and see what you could be.
In Slab City, strange and wild,
Where the earth is fierce—for criminals mild.
Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the
Flames would die. And people could survive.' Now
I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still
The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.!
i asked the One, behind the clouds.!
For His mer-cy. and He answered. Faster than an ex-press
Train.' Now if they ask me? who was that foo-l in the cor-ner?
Praying out? I'll say
' com-mun-ion..Wine drinker me ' Yeah
com-munion wine drinker; oh me.!
A branch of the 'true vine' of et-ern-ity..!
My daughter Louisiana
where did it go wrong ?
Why have you become so greedy
Greedy that you feed on your own offsprings
Intoxicated by drinking the blood of your own children
Your sister’s wombs are cracking with terror
Because of what you do to their children
Isn’t America the peace maker a woman who every man admires her enchanting beauty
Your breast feeds the young and old the rich and poor
But why are the sons of California neglected their tear have created rivers
Their wounds have deepened to form valleys,
their scars sing the song of survival and seek revenge
My deaf ears hear cries from thousands miles away
And my womb mourns day and night and my heart is drained by the weep
Those with expensive shoes on their feet flee
the bear footed are left behind
Peace be upon the sons and daughters of Louisiana.
In clumsy American dreams
cigars hold no ember, it seems
as one’s thrown away
one looks in dismay
as garbage forms ash-laden streams
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