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FEARING FOR MY SAFETY COPING HEALING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION ONGOING ATTACKS IT WAS LONG HOME INVASIONS BREAKING IN MY HOME BANK FRAUD MY IDENTITY THIEF THE SCARIEST CALL MY DAUGHTER ABDUCTED IN A PLACE WHERE YOU ARE TOTALLY ALONE I CALLED 911 PUT HER ON AMBER ALERT WHILE THE ABDUCTOR GRABS THE PHONE AND SAY ITS A F KING PRANK MY GOD MY GOD MY DAUGHTER WAS FOUND SAFE BUT I WAS STILL TERRIFIED THIS HOUSE WAS A DEATH TRAP WHERE WITCHES GATHERED IN THE BASEMENT BURNING STARS CROSSES DRAGONS CRYSTAL BALLS IT WAS A SCARY HOUSE ASHES THICK ASHES ON THE WALLS AN INCINERATOR BUILT IN BRICKS FOR DEPOSING OF BODIES FINALLY A GREAT BLESSING SECTION 8 NEW AFFORDABLE HOME ONE MONTH LATER WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN THE BASEMENT I THOUGHT OF ALICIA HILTON SHE KINDA FAVORED HER ODD THOUGH SHE LOOKED LIKE ONE OF CIRO GARGANO GIRLS THE ONE WHO HUNG OUT WITH DANITA DELMONT AGENT CIRO GARGANO PLAYMATES HE SHARED WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND DRIVING AN AUDI NEARLY RUNNING US OFF THE ROAD INTO DANITA'S HONDA I KNEW DEATH WAS NEAR BEING AN FBI INFORMANT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI I AM JUST SO GRATEFUL MY FAMILY WAS SPARED THE HOME INVASIONS CONTINUED AS HERE LATELY MY STALKERS PULLED ANOTHER HOME INVASION PUTTING STICKERS ON 1966 MEDICAL RECORDS VIETNAM INTIMIDATING TO REMIND ME OF THE DEAD WOMAN THE NEWS SAID HER AUDI WAS PARKED SHE CAME FROM ANTIOCH TO BUY HEROIN I THOUGHT THIS WAS A HOAX A FAKE MURDER ONE OF CIRO’S FAKING THEIR DEATH AGAIN VERY STRANGE VERY STRANGE INDEED I KNEW CIRO HAD A HOME IN ANTIOCH THIS WAS VERY STRANGE WHY INTIMIDATE ME TODAY THREATS FROM A HAUNTED HOUSE THREATS FROM A DEAD WOMAN AND HER SIDEKICK KIWANI BUGGS DANIELLE DESMOND DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS CULT STABLE HE SHARED WITH CIRO GARGANO ODD JUST ODD MY CHEST HURTS WITH ANXIETY PTSD PANIC DISORDER CIRO’S KILLERS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI FEARING MY SAFETY WATCHING CIRO PLOTTING MY DEATH
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
a few demented ghosts---their white bottoms;
beluga whales, peering through the slits
of ice-coated gowns.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed,
threw her uniform into the fire,
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse, in moments, returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood...
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." She replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"poop into this bedpan."
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
The mission, leaving all better, a little more sound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
I'm drawn to those whose emotions need a respirator
By listening; I lift shouldered weights of life's compound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
Caring always, not just when convenient, or left, is a crater
Deserving of something stable, I'll be that ground
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
No wasted encouragement in this motivator
Searching infinitely for the lost, I've never found
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
Give me your pain; let me be its ruthless incinerator
Finding the path of truth requires a loyal bloodhound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
Have faith; for evolution, it couldn't be the souls creator
Serving until no drum beat left in my heart does pound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
temperature rising
fire storm raging inside
her soul skin is scalded
blisters sizzle her mind
parsimony lost in translation
thoughts on autopilot and overdrive
emotions opposing each other
and her restless Self
seek and she will find
pot of gold
charcoal incinerator
catatonic cauldron
roasted synapses
or heavenly peace
a rainbow melts into oblivion
the void teases resolve
agony waits in patience
for resilience to scorch
when the past lingers on
with future uncertain
all she has is the present moment
short lived and eternally feverish
a pyretic meltdown knows no limits
and yet she is a survivor
and not a victim
Noises That Cry And Shout
A lifetime of tears spill out
As I watch the incinerator spout
Billows of smoke from roof stacks
My eyes following puffs of death black
But it's the incessant sound of a hum
A churning metallic sound, like a drum
That's forever embedded in my mind
As I sat on the funeral home bench, so confined
To the mercy of my surroundings, life
And the passing of my dear, dear wife
My eyes follow a golf cart to that sounding hum
Of workers carrying more bodies to, leaving me numb
The voices in my head compete with this noise
Of sad thoughts jockeying with the metallic convey
The voices of regret racing with the humming sound
Racing, for her, my dear, of being homeward bound
Onward to that sad day a lifetime of tears spilled out
With my hearing filled with noises, noises that cry and shout
3/9/17
They were one pulsar away
From obliterating all of humanity.
I had eight armed and activated lasers
Attached to my cobalt helmet,
Augmented as it was,
With enough meta-metal
To take me and the FHN
Into a Super Worm
(What we now call worm-holes
Light-years in distance.)
The AI unicorns flapped their metallic wings
Through the non-air of space,
Zip-zapping their own laser cannoned cones
Towards the Floating Human Nursery,
The last of humanity.
I loaded my one and only
Particle Incinerator
Into the back of my helmet,
Jet-thrusting into position
So to spray the evil unicorn robots
With enough sub-atomic destruction
to send them to Kingdom Come.
I pressed the button
Inside my helmet.
(Nothing.)
Damn technology.
Plan B:
I activated the karaoke mic
On my side holster,
Breaking straight into, "O Holy Night..."
Thank God for the unicorn's emotion chip.
They all hovered languidly about
In their deeply moved throng
Crying unicorn robot tears,
Buying me just enough time to route
The floating orb of baby humans behind me
Into a far-off universe
Where they'd have a fighting chance
For survival.
Once my song was sung
And the moment fell away,
Each robot unicorn, in perfect unison,
Tilted their cones to my direction,
and pulverized me.
Only my ghost is left now
To endlessly retell this space tale,
As I float through the distant nebulae
Forevermore.
Days after the surgery I was not myself.
A millennium of stuttering expeditions
through metallically gleaming brain-tunnels
illuminated by a flickering
sixteen millimeter movie camera
shuttered my wandering soul.
The hospital was empty
except for one pretty nurse, and a few
demented ghosts---their exposed bottoms
gawking like beluga whales
from the cracks of ice-white gowns.
I walked the bare corridors on spindly legs
borrowed from an old horny man.
Those legs kept me chasing the pretty nurse
even though I knew the surgeon
had successfully removed my libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.
I found her as I drifted through
the intestinal coils of a prone delirium.
She stood before a brick incinerator
its iron door gaping wide.
The oven fumed, fed it seemed
by the desires of spectral dreamers.
The nurse undressed
throwing her uniform into the fire.
Blowing me a kiss
she jumped silently into the flames.
‘I must be out of my mind’ I thought.
The person who was not myself
turned, seeking a bed
where tubes dripped a steady flow
of surreal cravings.
That night I strapped a laptop to my eyes;
then tucking my tail between my legs
I wrote a love letter to the hospital cat.
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"s**t into this bedpan."
26 aug 2014 7:48 PM
I would like to say something wise
something to put a sparkle in your eyes
But my wisdom is but a spark
A floating ember in the endless dark
Mans wisdom centers around himself
Of what he finds then stores on his shelf
What we think we know so well
Is only fodder for the flames of hell
We thump our brains and thumb our nose
We know everything from hair to toes
We've traveled over the whole wide world
To the moon and back now mars is our girl
We know it all who needs God
This is not his world it is our sod
We are gods we make the rules
We are the kings of fools
God made the universe
And here we stand the maker we curse
Mark our time for it will soon end
God is coming back for those He calls friend
The product is never greater than its creator
The trash will be thrown into the incinerator
One world in a trillion
Where everything clicked
In a Goldilocks zone
Where a switch had been flicked
Busted
Perfection soon rusted
When late party crashers
Were grab it and smashers
For eons they blended
Their world complemented
Till fresh out of college
With abundant knowledge
Busted
I’ve loved and I have lusted
I’ve taken and I’ve given
Not much to be forgiven
I never drilled for oil
But I used a small amount
So when the man says dust to dust
I hope that doesn’t count
Busted
Some plastic, some gas and inflammable stuff
So, no use in saying it wasn’t me, Guv
When I get my call from above
I’ve had my heating high
And I’ve had my water hot
I’ve left the faucet running
When I only washed a pot
Busted
That’s me done and dusted
I shall meet my creator
Through no incinerator
The mess we make as humans
Means every man’s on trust
For every year that we spend here
The more world we can bust
Busted
I’ll soon be soil encrusted
And I’d rather like to know
That the cost of me... was low