What makes him mad and want to slay
When I pan Dick Tator’s mean play?
Will it be correct
If next I expect
They’re coming to take me away?
Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today
Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say
Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost
Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
i smile at people all day long
young and old
fat or skinny
abled or disabled
strange looking or plain as can be
it’s all the same
but when it comes to me
too fat too wrinkled too old
i’m full of criticism
and i can hardly bear
to glance into the mirror
if this would be a friend
confiding in me
i would be appalled
i would shake them and
tell them they’re crazy
and to snap out of it
so hear me, you be my witness ~
i’m committing here and now
to wear my grandmother’s ring
(the most beautiful woman in the world)
to remind me beauty is in the heart
we should remember always
that kindness is what’s beautiful
and keep that earwig in our ear
I can't bring myself
to read the front page news
with which they string us along
as portrayed by the views
of those with a vested interest
or the rest with an axe to grind
who must think we're all
just deaf dumb and blind
to the truth of which there's more
in the speech balloons
of the funny characters
in the Sunday cartoons
it's all a waste of paper
other than those comic strips
and really only good
for wrapping fish and chips
Garage door opener
Ice cream carton
Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener
Magazines
Tv remote
Gummie pills
Magic markers
Towel
Black sock
Gray sandal
Sketch pad
Twinkie wrapper
Snickers bar
Kleenexes
Washrag
Comb
Tape measure
Scissors
Toenail clippers
Green hoodie
Small table inside my front door
Easy to look back at
a life that rolled along
A joyful stream of melody
each day a brand-new song
Yet today I wonder
what might be in front of me…
Perchance what lies ahead
~ the climax to life’s symphony
The feeling I have and feel is hard to explain,
I can see in your eyes you’ve been threw so much pain, but I want to know the little things. I wanna kiss you in the rain.
I want to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay, and I want you to believe the things I say.
I think about you everyday, I wanna be that soft safe spot for your head to lay.
I know it’s hard, the constant pain and hurt but I promise my hearts also being on alert, I didn’t know this feeling would be more then a flirt.
The women I see has all the light and I know you don’t think your worth the fight,
I can’t wait to hold you real tight and be the one to make things alright.
You were so unexpected,
the moment I truly looked at you I instantly felt connected. I can’t say that I can make it all easy, and I know it sounds cheesy, but I will be here with you through all the thoughts that seem so uneasy.
if you allow me I’ll be the one that never lets you down, and no matter what I’ll always be around. I’ll be the one standing besides you, and behind you , threw the ugly the good and the bad.
the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice
logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations
as i am not the team but the expression of free speech
as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession
another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into free while collecting payment
physical oath is not a valid statement
my physical condition is being attacked and sold and purchased as tissue to erode and validate philosophical conjecture
next argument of logic
exposure death/death by exposure to the elements
requires that i authorize spending on my own behalf for i am instructionally superior to my subordinates.
an in humane condition is being constructed out of my body by the state of california and the united states of america
this is my civil right in writing to define this crime against me as a man
Skinny kids
Wrinkled clothes
Crooked windows
Non-symmetrical
Snowman slightly off center
The “Olds”
Wrinkled fenders
A round-headed driver
A teetering toboggan
Hanging from its roof
The artists
Sipping hot cocoa
Outside, by my front door,
I count twelve things. Can you count more?
When I go out to take the air,
a snail and butterfly greet me there,
and I always see someone -
a lizard out in the sun.
A spider plucks his silvery strings
which he also uses to catch flies and things.
Uhoh, the snail is going somewhere,
but a caterpillar beats him there.
In the soil, where up spring plants,
I see a regiment of ants.
They march along in formation,
members of the six-legged nation.
In the tree a robin sings.
Hey, what's that - a hummingbird with rotary wings!
Let's not forget to take stock
of all the things under the rock.
A rolly polly rolls up cuz he's shy.
A centipede with a hundred legs strolls by.
When you go outside, what can you count?
Can you find a higher amount?
I'm scared of too many things outside.
I'm going back into my house to hide.
.
she undresss’d front mine
bare
no
I mean
buht neg’it
naturist
no nightie
naughty
nude
Ñikes
shopping
shopping
shopping
shopping
shopping
shopping
shopping
shopping
shopping
Her grandfather called her to their front yard,
“Come here, my child.”
“I want to show you how to mend this net,”
he said tenderly,
his fingers weathered like the ropes he held,
gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood.
But her gaze drifted towards the horizon
the pull of its horizon stronger than the weight
of his quiet hopes.
“I don’t want to learn,”
she grumbled under her breath,
kicking the dust, a powdery veil
that crumbled and shifted beneath her feet,
to leave his pride untouched.
The old man sighed,
“One day you’ll wish you had,”
and left it at that.
his hands busy with the knot,
hers busy avoiding the duty
as she played with the hem of her dress.
Years later,
when the net sat coiled and brittle,
in a forgotten corner of her mind,
she found herself standing by the ocean
her hands clumsy,
wishing for the wisdom
she once refused to take.
She understood that minute
what he never said:
Some things are not for the moment-
but meant for when the moment has gone.
They’re filming* in front of my building,
Equipment all over the place.
The crew members milling in bunches;
Huge trailers invading the space.
It’s cool to hear “Roll ‘em!” and “Action!”
And know that one day on TV,
The place where I live will be featured,
With actors appearing, not me.
It isn’t a common occurrence
So nobody minds all the fuss.
Tomorrow we neighborhood people
Will be back to routines, with just us.
*an episode of “And Just Like That”
In a crowded room filled with high society, and
In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony
Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news
A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues
Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues
He says "I've paid my dues"
I've got front row tickets to mainstreet
Walkin' by, don't know who you'll meet
A freak show on every corner
A broken heart walks on as a mourner
In a darkened alley you can hear him pray
Searching for a Savior with some words and a brown bag
Can anyone spare some change for me?
There goes the prom queen, is it a dream?
Hell is open twenty-four hours a day
I have front row tickets to main street
Watching the devils' choir earn their keep
There tearing down the walls in LA
There's a hooker on display, on main street
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