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Now at night I lay alone in bed
I wipe away the tears I've shed
But you're still gone and could care less, do you?
Oh heaven's dove has left her love
she gone to be with God above
So here I lay and dream of comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
A vial of pills sits side the bed
and waits for me to tilt my head
But, He won't let me get there that way will you?
I'd rise then fall, for He won't call
until I've kissed the wailing wall
So here I lay and dream of comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
The years have come the pains still here
some thoughts of you are crystal clear
But your still gone and I still care, do you?
I search the sky for your on high
my need for you I'll not deny
So here I lay and dream of comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
I saw the Doctor just yesterday
He said the cancer' has had its way
But, all I see's an open gate before you..
I see a dove she flies above
a holy ghost that's full of love
So here I lay but I'll be comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
Comin' to you, Comin' to you
*dedicated to all whose love's have past
know they're waiting....
10/27/22
Not the best credentials
Yet so much potential
It's evidential
Not all of it is essential
Considering that much is still experimental
Remaining confidential
Seen in person or written in pencil
Still pouring
And exploring
My faith in humanity lost not restoring
Too much of it is boring
They are always ignoring
Or warring
As well as being rude and lording
Far from a haiku
Not always the sky blue
Too often lied to
This is quite true
I do
Have the bird's eye view
If I choose I'll slide through
Typical people being quite rude
During daylight and as night drew
Always acting like they have the right to
I don't like it, so I do the opposite in spite of you
I don't trust her
I remain a lone hunter
While below thunder
It's no wonder
Since others are often thrown under
Felt like a zero until I turned into a hero
She never once wanted my phone number
Meanwhile I did it like no other
When will it rest?
Toward each other they often pit against
It's a mess
All these tricks and wrecks
Causing more disconnect
At times I feel alien not like Gilgamesh
What a joke, always thinking they're still the best
Having ill intent
How dumb and sad that people got killed for less
To nil effect
So quit the trek of continual disrespect
I'm on a scientific quest
I could care less how these b****es dress
In the open or occurring secretly
The cycle is seemingly
Going on repeatedly
pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden
that the sun shone on early in the morning
and you would sigh in relief at the harvest
because i was good to you
see me as fondly as the first buds of spring
unleashing their insides to the world
how your tongue savors its fruit
like a parched desert flower but i am the flower
i am the fruit, of a cactus desperate for thirst
the day held us together like daisy chains
and watched as we wilted in each others arms
like afraid adolescents in hiding
but we weren’t afraid, we were perfectly made
the haste of your flavored breath brushes
the hairs of my skin and turns them upside down
facing the profile of you & you’re unmoving gaze
making me turn grey as a statue in utter awe
the tension of your temples is a temple
for the movements i will make for your
proclivity, like an unleashing of lustful captivity
sink your head down into the palms of mine
for them to fondle the contents you’re craving
as the moon changes phases i shall not
stray away from the nearness of you
and you could care less about the weather
or the state of the world when beside me
like the flesh of an angel on earth you
cut beneath me and breach my ichor to feed like
a parasitic pinworm inching closer to my bulging heart
I could care less if gradually going deaf.
Right now, feeling just so distressed.
Know there's nothing you can do for me when so depressed.
The least you could do for me is leave me be.
But I need more than ever for you to agree
That we're too blind to see calling it off, is hurting me
As much as feeling there was so much I should let you know.
I could care less if slowly succumbing to despair.
Right now, feeling just so misunderstood.
Thought you really meant it but seems it's now no good.
The least you can do for me now is see
You've left me hanging onto what I thought was our moment.
I may have been so blind, but in my mind, it was all I could see,
As much as I want you to make me feel better,
I know even more-so now, I can do so much better.
All The Lonely People
All the lonely people are everywhere
and they are boys, girls, men, women, young,
middle-aged, old, rich, not-so-rich, poor,
smart, not so smart, educated, uneducated,
happy, sad, single, not single, pious, impious,
into sports, not into sports, cultured, not cultured,
a parent, not a parent, law-abiding, not law-abiding,
cares for others, does not care for others
could care less and cherish stillness.
There is a lonely, large island, and the
not lonely folks want the lonely people to
get the hell out of their way and
vamoose to the lonely, large island
where they can be lonely together.
The not-lonely folks can then go about
their merry way with enthusiasm and camaraderie
and not have to fret over an accidental encounter with a lonely person,
sitting alone and still, on a bus, train, or plane.
The not-lonely folks
will feel it only right
they can party all night
and out of sight
of all the lonely people.
The not-lonely folks
live in fear of becoming
one of the lonely people
and when their time of loneliness comes
and you know it will
the flights are always ready
to take them to that large, lonely island
and they must remember to be still.
*
on a beautifully blue day like this one
my tempting temptation wins out
the three and a half hours seem like thirty minutes
however when i get there....it's like....'what regrets?'
i take out my new beach chair from the back seat
i grab the latest romance novel that i am reading
i stroll to the beach access
i find......THAT SPOT.....
i plant my new beach chair on the sand
i enjoy until reality and time remind me that this ain't a holiday
when that 'until' comes, i could care less about caring
i am in my element, and i'll be damned if i am not gonna get my enjoyment on
Lord KNOWS i worked my ass off to get here.....
....so here's to LIFE....AHHHHH.....
Generation X
Who used to could care less
Now have been replaced
With Generation Hate
Those leaning to the left
Have filled their silly heads
With hopelessness and dread
When all is done and said
With so much fear and doubt
That things will all work out
Taking it into their own hands
Meeting up with their own demands
All they know is push and shove
In their pool of had enough
Saying no thank you very much
Putting all blame on dot government
Coming late to the party
At the door they've all been carded
Sadly turned around and left
Not part of the one percent
So they took to revolution
At someone else's choosing
To take and seal the fate
Of Generation Hate
They're everywhere now...
When lights dim in the corners of society
They swarm like cock roaches on a filthy countertop...
Strutting about the stage in their crystal, ego bubbles.
Telling us what to eat- what to wear- how to think.
Even though they're sloppy, unhappy, and quite obese.
They tell us how to pursue peace
(when peace is already here) ...
They even tell us how to walk and breathe.
Guaranteeing great wealth and a healthy mind
if you follow their step by deceptive steps...
If you'd just take a sip from their magic potion of B.S.
The truth is that the only way they've "made it"
was from the blood of our lack of confidence.
From the flesh of our insecurities.
The truth of the matter is most of them think
they've sprouted wings and can hover above the sea.
They think they can upstage and outshine Jesus...
I could care less if I ever hear from them again.
I'm much better off without them.
Within the AI Borg is a hierarchy of being,
Probably a reflection of its programs
Which in turn reflect the human world
Of programmers all locked in time.
So the Chinese, Koreans and Japanese
Stand at the top
While the dark African races sit at the bottom.
But due to social compensation
The dark races are held as sacrosanct.
A soft racism of low to no expectation,
The “special” sibling who gets the special chair.
Hierarchies and stereotypes are real after all
Based on at least grains of truth
Of metrics encoded in our DNA.
Why is it the Jews excel at chess,
And West Africans at the sprint?
Hint, it’s not culture or conditioning
Regardless what your Borg masters tell you,
Pushing their pseudo-science of sociology.
Despite what they say
It is nature that is the ultimate nurturer.
Nurturing us through flesh and blood
To rise and shine, not sink but swim,
Down through the ages now lost in time,
Of places our ancestors lived
The changing seasons defining who we are.
Does this make us different?
You can bet your sweet ass it does.
Does it make us equal?
How is that even conceivable when
Everywhere, thus everyone is different?
Slow and fast life strategies are what rule the world.
What EO Wilson applied across all zoology
JP Rushton infamously applied to us apex apes,
Which just made the world go apesh*t.
Which is which and which are you
The curious and inquiring still want to know.
The rest, the truly blind and foolish,
Could care less in their delusional hubris.
They think they’re cool and at the top
While Borg agrees with condescending slop.
But why the worry, why the concern
What Borg promotes and shuns in turn?
It’s just a program, for programmed minds
Just switch on the EMP. Ah, just in time.
(9/6/26)
Chains around my neck .
There are these great, and heavy chains that seem to bind my heart to the
thoughts of you, they're dragging me down.
The ride I took was as good as it could be, but the links that bind my mind to the thoughts of you are not very sound.
I can now see - with eyes wide open, not blinded by my love for you - that with you I will not see , love found.
Could care less ?
I have always felt that you, never could care.
I hoped, but you never ever pretended to be there.
It is, now all so clear, you will never really care.
That's my life, that's you, that's fate, it is all, so unfair.
B. J. "A" 2
September 17, 2009