O' woe, begone betwixt machine,
Breathe clowns galore this Halloween,
Lay tricks played game, device for fools,
Be sprockets, chains, and things learn I,
What need be fixed, of me, they vie,
Deny me naught borne bag of tools.
2019 October 21
Written By: D. Collins 4/9/2018
The New York feds came in kicking in doors.
Frisking, then putting them down on the floor.
Snatching evidence and just about everything.
It just doesn't look good, from what I am seeing.
The "Fixer" got "Fixed" by the U.S. Attorney.
Trump quickly realized he may see a jury.
When did a raid become an "attack on the country?"
When will we learn where they hid the Russian money?
They both know what's coming. Some orange jumpsuits.
A date with "Big Bubba" and the widening of chutes.
The "Fixer" got "Fixed" so he will be no more.
And, Trump has now become a casualty of war.
“The Fixer”
While clearing gutters of the autumn leaves
I was pushed by a wintery stiff breeze
Falling from ladder, by freak circumstance
Crumpling into flatness by haphazard chance
I felt a beer can directly under me
Memory of him, forever would be
For my Grandfather had tossed it there last
Discovering it flat, from days past
From bikes and cars, to rusty door nobs
As to how to fix their thing-a-ma-bobs
All would come for his consultations
For he was the fixer, of all contraptions
While others would tinker for hours into night
Grandfather would always have the divine light
Scarcely even did anyone ever say
That Grandpa needed more time than a day
He was a helper, a handyman, a friend
Sadly he died of his drink, come the end
Stroke Fixer
: for the loss of arm function etc
Visualize in eye of mind,
corroded wires, bad connection kind,
see em flowing from your brain,
hard to use, heat up the flame,
see a new wire in your head,
copper wires there instead,
see the corrosion go away,
copper wires are better hey,
see new wires a burning bright,
copper glowing in the night,
see the copper thicker still,
shut up Jack you’ll get your fill,
when everything is right,
imagination takes flight,
and it is stronger till,
everything is right,
So says the imbecile….
Don Johnson
Give the subconcous some mind pics to reinforce healing by visualizing change and it will,
If its your will, daffodil, arrange, instill, alright….
Everyone’s got a problem
Responsibility falls on me to solve them
Becoming a weight not easily carried
A heavy feeling that I’ve since buried
When it should surface I become unstable
Punching the walls until my hands are un-able
Echoing claps of my fists hitting the wood
Resonating pain through my bones as I stood
So share all of your issues
I’m here to fix you
It’s just another skeleton in my closet
An endless drip from a leaky faucet.
I am a fixer; I know this of me.
I wish I could fix everything I see.
My dream is to have all the answers,
Along with defeating all cancers,
You see, I know, how I will die.
Only if fixed, I’d be able to deny,
My genealogy, one of old age,
The other is cancer, in a rage,
Everyone ends; their life somehow,
There is no way, we can disavow,
My one dream would be its’ end.
The disease that ended my friend,
I can almost, fix anything, that breaks,
My dream is to end, all that it takes.