free will
it is silly to give it to everybody
So many don’t deserve it
Don’t appreciate it
and would waste it
I think the only people who should get it should meet this criteria:
be five foot two or shorter
be Irish or English
Be from Kansas or Illinois
Be beholden to me
The rest of you do not need to pout
My insanity allows me to add or take away rules as urges come to me
Stand by for daily updates if you think you would like free will
I cannot give it to everybody
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You are god and god is you.
All is one and one is all (paths).
By divine time.
By divines impulse.
I wake up.
To no thought.
To listen to my heart.
Take the first chance you get.
To let go.
By just doing it.
Getting it done.
For this is the path of least resistance.
In tune with rhythm.
In fro with the flow.
Balance meeting multiple harmonies.
Dropping the feathered mask of ego.
Applying god's given gift.
By being authentic.
For this I give in.
I surrender.
And say thanks for using me.
I am playing me part well.
Using my will to hammer at my freewill.
?? connections.
Everybody tells me I got a beautiful sun tan
Finally
Because I spent couple days
In the sun
Before my sun tan
My skin was white and pale
Looking like cottage cheese
That was awful
I must say
I like my sun tan
Very much
Also now that is summer
I spend a lot of time in the
Boardwalk
I came to the boardwalk
Every day
First thing in the morning
Everybody loves the things that
My father does
He keep us alive every single day
Here on earth
AIso we are happy living on
Earth
Every single day
AIso our father had washed
Our feet
A long time ago
And we thanked our father
For doing that
Also our father had baptized
Us
Many years ago
Back then we were babies
That my father had made us
With his holy hands
And placed us here on earth
To live
The beautiful life that we have
An aimless man, cast into the world,
I have never been truly alive,
Yet I’ll hang by the fragile threads of life,
Knowing that, in the end, I will rot.
I’m a man bearing a nameless seal,
Created with a body made of clay,
Placed in a world where people weep
When a human breath fades away.
Heavy words etched upon my skin,
With a pen crafted from the universe,
And an amalgam of burden and pain
That are inscribed upon my fate.
Discouraged from the first day of life,
When the limits were imposed on me:
A sky, a heart, countless tears in my eyes,
And a death that will come to bury me.
I am the man destined to perish
When my heavenly soul runs away,
Into a place that I cannot see or feel
From the clay tomb where I’ll be laid.
In a song I like,
Which I rarely hear,
Called “One Bourbon,”
And “One Scotch, One Beer,”
There’s a line I love
And the way it goes
“Everybody funny,”
I suppose,
Is the perfect way
To describe us all,
For there’s nobody
That I recall
Without traits and quirks,
Both the good and bad,
That can make you smile
Or can drive you mad.
Human ways to be
One can thus define
As unique and, yes,
That’s including mine.
We get through our lives
In our “funny” ways
As George Thorogood*
Catches in that phrase.
*recorded in 1977 by
George Thorogood & the Destroyers
Everybody loves my baby
She’s so sweet and she’s so fine
Everybody loves my baby
The one I call Clementine
We go dancing every Friday
When the lights are turned down low
Impossible grooves then there take
Us on the dance floor all aglow
We go where the music makes us
Out of time and out of space
Everybody loves my baby
As she melts in my embrace.
(9/21/25)
How pretty
is the motor city
under neon diodes?
I sent my heart
into its stars
exhaled my soul
into rustbelt smoke
maybe I’ve lost my mind
or rather it’s left behind
my sanity abandoned
and blighted
my memories subjected
to successive evictions
—just up and forget ‘em—
I guess the city could
enlighten me a bit
on resilience
Like each drop of water raises the rivers,
Like each star is light to your path,
Like each bird carries our memories,
Each of us is part of the cosmos’ story.
Whatever entity or God we pray to
whatever is our spiritual perception
May that entity or God teach us to love the entire world
Everything and everybody in it
With no exclusions…no exceptions.
Everyone wants to be in a flash mob
This statement came from my strange neighbor Bob
I don’t, I said, and neither does my cousin Rob
We do! Said a scarecrow, a rake and a corn cob
If we could teach the world, one thing
it should not be, the price of string
the microwave and why it pings
the endless list, of English kings
the dynasty, of Chinese Ming
the mystery, of golden rings
the history, of Western Swing
No
absolutely none of these things
with all the distraction they would bring
if we could teach the world one thing
we need everybody to stop
we need everyone to listen and look
to hear the little bird that sings
and watch it flap its tiny wings
If we could teach the world one thing
we'll show those people how to dream
above the crazy sounds and scenes
to find all the hope and all the joy
that our imagination just might bring
If we could teach the world one thing
maybe somehow we could learn
the power of ideas, the power of ideals
with courage, decency, justice and truth
from all of those who walked before
Dorchester Labourers, Doctor King
women who did amazing things
in science, politics, literature and more
if we could teach the world one thing.
("Eye of God", 2018, original encaustic)
Everybody Talks To God
Believers, nonbelievers
It makes no difference
Everybody talks to God
And ain’t that the truth
Since God is the totality
Of this Life we live
And so the eyes and ears
Of everyone you meet
(9/2/24)
I believe everybody should and can
Write poetry or at least one or
A few poems every now and then.
We all HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO WIN!
that essential within.
You should begin with reading poems
The more you read the better you
Will write. The more you write. The
More you want to write the more
You read so read more. You will improve!
Read and read. Explore the craft and
Think and write more. Research
Explore! Ha! Think poetics! Write
Dream poems words no MATTER
the absurdity. The more wordfully
The better or best! Why NOT BE
BLESSED?! What can stop you?
Well NOW EVEN THE GODS SUPPORT
YOU! Who can STOP YOU! Practice Makes
Perfect ah! Perfection INFECTION!
Heey that UNIVERSE IS YOURS!
Good NIGHT! And Good MORNING!
VBR Black Pantherrrr! JET Blackest ANSWERERRR!
Val Malik Mali Mali!
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