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Death of I-Kons
In my life, I have seen many movies.
I watched wonderful animation,
tell stories that touched my heart,
over the years of my life.
Now they are stabbing the elusive
cartoons with sensor-driven remarks
and woke-ism that cuts and shreds
like a trash machine,
in the kitchen...
compacting and changing
the shapes of all things
it is fed,
or chooses to consume
on its on.
(EATR Machines, Military Robots)
I have read many books,
texts on history and science.
I was blessed and attended college,
to learn about business
and the world at large.
It was enough to get by,
and make a life.
They taught ethics and morals,
and math to me.
Now on TV, they change the rules.
They do as they please,
hire for the numbers,
and fire for the color of their skin...
to win at some kind of gamble,
no one knew or agreed to take.
(Gambling was legalized on March 1, 2022
legalization of betting on and off-reservation lands.
Now Advertised directly on the TV)
The parks are full of tents.
There is nowhere to take the children,
that they will not see, the evil of the day.
There is no protecting them,
from the darkness that is consuming the land.
The only hope is the Hand of God.
Resources running out,
wasted by the powerful...
taking jets to lunch in Paris.
Food unimportant to those that have full pantries,
and ice cream in their favorite flavor,
ready to be consumed,
at leisure.
(Gourmet flavors for the head of Congress
at $14 a gallon.)
I grew up on "good wins over evil".
I grew up on do the right thing,
because it was and is the right thing to do.
Grandma told.
Grandpa told me.
And, most importantly God told me.
So why is the world upside down?
Why do bad people hurt so many,
and so few do anything about any of it?
Frosty is melted.
Rudolph was hunted down,
and given a vaccine.
Twenty-eight food sources,
factories and processing plants,
have been leveled
in just under two years.
Two by plane alone.
But who would really believe that?
The energy supplies have been cut off,
or sent to other countries,
by our sitting president.
The citizens go hungry,
and the children cry.
But that is okay,
they are meant to die.
All part of the plan.
Did you vote for this?
Did anyone?
There was man named Garrison,
and he lived the good life,
flush with that big trust-fund money,
he hungered for the night,
for booze and bodies tight,
the finest clubs were his domain,
his bar tabs were truly insane,
his one-night stands were numerous,
the affairs always light.
He was technically a lawyer
in his father’s old firm,
was kept on mostly for his name,
got more money to burn,
deserved not what he ‘earned,’
his condo was a bachelor pad,
wis many friends thought it was rad,
the women came and women went,
an ever-constant churn.
But Garry saw no problem here,
he was ‘living the dream,’
ladies and drugs, mountains of cash,
the dreams of quiet teens,
a hit in every scene…
but his father just sighed and said,
“Keep it up and you’ll end up dead.”
Still Garry saw no issue with
enjoying his own green.
Though as he went through his twenties
he noticed a strange thing,
every time he lived it on up,
less pleasure did it bring,
less fun in every fling,
it was fun but not as intense,
at fist this did not make much sense,
he’d always so enjoyed this life,
now it wasn’t working…
And worse still was the growing pain
that he’d feel the next day,
sometimes it made him stop to ask
if he wanted to play,
Or at home should he stay?
He had achieved what most men want,
a wild life that he could flaunt,
so then why, when being honest,
did he no longer crave?
And then one day at twenty-eight
his friends wanted to drink,
the thought of it made his bones hurt,
so away he did slink,
depressed, needing to think...
looked at his life, what did he see?
Pregnancy scares and STDs,
and a handful of nights he’d slept
off his drunk in the clink.
Nothing to show for all his fun,
nothing that could impress,
the world did not care that he had
dropped many a tight dress,
everything seemed a mess,
and worst of all, he’d no savings,
he’d always blown through everything,
while his brother had made partner,
Garry himself felt less.
He would soon drift far from his friends,
far from the debauchery,
felt like a stranger in his own life,
some sort of refugee,
his path he could not see…
What was life now? He couldn’t say,
what once was clear now seemed so gray,
he wondered if this was adulthood,
searching for what to be…
All you need is the will. Where there is a will, there is always a way.
But, my polluted mind couldn't see the path to success ahead.
No map exists to sobriety, or a magical compass to recovery
The lifestyle I once lived, so empty and desolate.
Only able to completely rely on my own self.
For recovery, you need people. And, people are willing to help.
I surrounded myself with all of the acronyms.
AA, NA, MIA. I felt lost in the madness.
A peer in recovery helped me find a start; a Detox program.
These words so unsettling to any real drug addict.
But, this time I was done. Beyond done, Completely over it.
Their medications allowed me to surpass that three day barrier.
A mark of achievement I had so many other times missed.
By day seven, I started to feel slightly more normal.
A pre-dope normal, one that existed before the drugs took over.
But, then I opened my eyes and I saw the doors.
I knew exactly where those doors led to...
They led to the street. They led right back to the needle.
So I just stayed, and moved right into their inpatient program.
A place I swore wholeheartedly I would never go.
The twenty-eight days can be summed up in one word: Reassuring.
Each day I grew more confident, and began to feel reassured.
Just when I came to an acceptance that recovery was truly possible.
Once again, I stood weary at those same two doors.
I decided to speak out. It came from a place of fear and despair.
I was directed into a new form of safe haven.
IOP, with an emphasis on the "intensive."
For four hours a day, for four days a week, I worked at recovery.
Each day building upon my new foundation of inner strength.
When, and only when, I felt completely ready.
I left IOP, and again I immersed myself in those acronyms.
I also found a healthy replacement for my abundant time.
The gym became my therapy, relieving me both body and mind.
Working out was my new "high." Only this time it was healthy.
Through the entirety of this life changing experience.
I learned many new things about life, about myself.
Proving that where there's a will, there is definitely a way.
It took first reaching rock bottom, and the absolute lowest of lows.
to learn first hand, that you can't reach the top, without first being at the bottom.
Everyone Surrounds
1998
They gathered around the cake like hogs
at a watering hole. It sat in front of The You
that had been dyeing grey. But today you
painted over yourself in yellows that burst
from the chest. The candles glow against
your shadow, and you used to count the candles
like a chalked tally for every year
that brought you closer and closer
to the something you’ve been waiting for.
But everything has been slowing down.
2000
You used to blow out the candles
and imagine a part of you got lost
in the smoke that curled
and hung above their heads.
But now you inhale—
to take your last breath
of your former self
and blow it all away.
“Happy Birthday!”
“Things will get better!” they say.
2004
You remembered the sound of your voice
that hammered against the walls of a tin can
when you were young. Now it’s sealed
and stored on a shelf in a grocery store.
Next year, it’ll be priced at $3.99
So you get your can opener, pierce the can,
press it to your lips and swallow the preserved
chunks of You that you’ve been trying to get back.
And they shout, “Chug! Chug! Chug!”
While you wish for a blackout
that will bring you back to last year.
2010
You’re twenty eight
now,
and next you’ll be thirty.
Everyone surrounds,
arms around
your shoulders
with smiles
and teeth
and breath
in your ears.
You got lost
again
in memories
of tourniquet
rainbow swirls
of wax
2012
When did it become seventeen candles
too many
Now we just use those big numerical
ones
Lazy. A jumbo three paired with a jumbo
zero
Two candles pretending to be
thirty
2015
You began to slide down the bell curve
of life at seventeen
but you lied to yourself at twenty one,
believing you were
on the come up.
But remember
to smile, because they’re all watching you now,
be happy,
they’re here for you,
be happy,
you were born
some odd years ago,
and now it’s time to count the candles.
Blow them out and escape through
the smoke
that rises
through
the dark
tea room
2019
They’re burning higher now,
It’s getting louder
now.
Everyone
surrounds,
everyone.
Lying awake listening to the sounds of sirens, echoing through the night
Alone in the apartment with his younger siblings, hoping his mother comes home all right
Drug addicts pounding on the front door, wanting to buy another fix
Johns looking for what the johns look for; he and his brothers the result of that mix
He hasn’t seen his mother for the last four days; where she is nobody seems to know
But it has been this way for his entire twelve years; the lady likes to just come and go
He cares for his brothers the best a young boy can, he changes diapers and wipes their nose
He dreams every day of being swept away and taken to where the wind blows
“Let the winds blow me out of Harlem
Let them blow me to Paradise
Let the winds blow me away from here
To a life that is really nice”
He finds himself in prison again; he’s been here half his life
When his mother never made it home again, he had to steal food just to stay alive
His brothers have been taken away from him, landing in prisons of their own
A prison cell with a bed inside, is the closest thing he’s had to a home
He sleeps with one eye opened, fearing his cellmates as well as the guards
He has to fight to gain a level of respect from the criminals out in the yards
He reads everything he possibly can about life outside of his prison windows
And fantasizes about the day he can drift off to where the wind blows
“Let the winds blow me out of Riker’s Island
Let them blow me to Paradise
Let the winds blow me away from here
To a life that is really nice”
He lays in a pool of his own blood from the gunshots in his chest
He tried to change his lot in life but fell short of passing that test
No opportunities were ever offered him to live a life free of crime
Nobody was there to show him how; no one ever took the time
Twenty-eight years old is too young to die, but he had nothing left to loose
With the only option of going to prison again, this is the road that he did choose
He hoped to go to a better place as he saw the afterlife glows
And finally let his soul go free and be taken to where the wind blows
“Let the winds blow me out of my body
Let them blow me to Paradise
Let the winds blow me away from here
To a life that is really nice”
Random Chance
by Rick Rucker
Should your love life be selected by Randon Chance?
Is that any way to find True Romance?
Doesn't it mean so much more,
Than casually changing your home's decor?
Tell everyone, that you are looking,
That, for one, only, you are cooking!
In the search, enlist all your friends,
Tell them what you hope for, when the search ends,
Try all of the venues, even electronic,
Sign up for the dating sites, some quite iconic.
I personally favor this method, you see,
Because it is how my True Love found Me!
I signed up, and posted an ad,
I wrote it, and checked it, thought it not bad.
I more or less expected five to ten replies,
When I got more than two hundred, imagine my surprise!
Why did I get more than ten?
Why write to me, not other men?
Now I had a problem , what could I do?
I cancelled the service, now forlorn, and blue!
Two hundred dates, more than twenty eight a day,
Seemed a more dangerous game, than I wanted to play!
I started to try to cut down the list,
Anyone that wrote an answer whose meaning I missed,
I would quickly toss in the trash,
I would do it with feeling, even quite rash!
Finally, at the end of the quest,
I had done all I could, had done my level best!
I still had twenty five that were left,
At least, with that number, a pile of letters I could heft!
I set a goal, looking back, quite naive,
To find someone, who would, my loneliness, relieve!
That might not sound that hard to do,
But I was looking for My Love Most True!
I wasn't looking for a Date,
But rather, my next Life Long Mate!
With half the applicants remaining there,
I chanced upon My Lady Fair!
Not just a feast for my eyes,
She stole my Heart, a rude surprise!
I had decided to be quite objective,
I guess my Heart didn't get that directive!
An understaterment, to say I was Smitten!
Quite Fatally, by The Love Bug, bitten!
For some time, we have been going out,
When she can't see me, I still jump and shout!
I never thought I'd be again,
The Very Happiest of Men!
Now there is but one thing to do,
To make the Fairy Tale come true.
The Hawaiian Wedding Song, Andy Williams will sing,
If I can but convince her to accept my Ring!
The sorrow I feel for the way things ended remains deep and real.
I would not have chosen the path we took or its final destination;
but, to know you for just a moment was worth the pain.
The pain that after so very long yet aches inside of me.
Though your image has begun to fade from my mind,
the color of your bright green eyes growing dimmer as time passes,
the luster of your smile tarnishing behind your soft lips,
my heart still feels the warmth of you in each anguished memory.
I can't but think of the gentle caress of your finger tips
as you held me tightly in your nestled embrace;
how, you seemed to never want to let me go;
how, I never wanted to let you go.
To die in your arms would have been a simpler fate, but you chose a long,
lingering death for me. Each day, each hour, each moment I think of you
the clouds gather and the darkness draws ever closer,
but through the storm a ray of light shines like the love that exudes
from your beautiful heart, and I smile as your laughter fills me.
I would give a life time just to hear that laughter once again.
Today, a special day for you, leaves me wondering,
dazed and confused, as to why you remain strong in my thoughts.
You pushed me away so long ago,
never to see your beauty again, never to hear your melodic voice.
Perhaps, one day, you will find somewhere deep inside of you,
the strength to explain why, and truly set me free.
Until then you will always haunt me.
Twenty eight times have you passed through the seasons of life,
and in each one your wonder has grown, as have you,
the beauty of the flowers of Spring and the blossoming of love,
the warm rays of the Summer sun,
the melancholy wonder of the falling leaves in Autumn,
the desolation and loneliness of cold Winter nights
and the sorrow and grief caused by those who have hurt you.
You shared these things with me.
I tried to be your Spring
but unknowingly led you into Winter,
a sorrow in me for which I will be eternally damned.
You are a shadow to me, a vision I see in my dreams,
a manes, always haunting me.
You will always be with me.
I will always be here for you if you but ask.
05-09-17
...And though the rifles were slower to load,
the Overmountain Men made use of trees,
concealing themselves from counterfire
in places that the British couldn’t see.
With countless snipers popping out to shoot,
all the loyalists there atop the hill
knew that something had to be done quickly,
so many had already been killed.
Ferguson ordered a bayonet charge,
old steel glinting as his men pushed down,
the patriots scattered, running away,
it seemed the British would hold the ground…
But as soon as the men returned to the line,
the Americans moved back in again,
two more charges had the same damn result,
flashing bayonets could not break these men.
As they kept shooting, chipping away,
the loyalists knew that things were dire,
too many of their brethren lay dead,
cut down by the frontiersman’s fire.
These patriots were men who shot for food,
missing for them meant their families might starve,
the killed so many that white flags went up,
leaving Ferguson rather alarmed.
He rode through, hacking the flags with his sword,
calling on his men for courage and grit,
but just then the patriots spotted his horse,
charged up and shot Ferguson off of it.
An American then grabbed the Major,
and dragged him behind the patriot lines,
it was here that Ferguson did something
seen by all as remarkably malign.
When asked to surrender by a soldier,
he pulled his pistol and shot the man dead.
The patriots all fired on the man,
until his chest had become mostly lead.
The remaining loyalists struck their flag,
and they came forth to try to surrender,
but the patriots remembers Waxhaws,
there was real danger of massacre.
They remember that the British there had
cut down men who had thrown up their hands,
but William Campbell, and John Sevier,
would not allow such dishonor to stand.
They accepted the British surrender,
near three hundred loyalists had been killed,
to only twenty-eight patriot dead,
with great relief the southern states were filled.
Major Ferguson’s words proved prophetic,
though probably not in his desired way,
no force could move him from King’s Mountain,
he lies under its slopes to this day.
one moment at a time
two seconds pass by
three thoughts in my head
four times I click my pen
five minuites drag out
six carpet panels
seven. sounds like heaven
eight, not hungry but thank you
nine, what is the time?
ten musles twitching
eleven beats pulsing in my head
twelve voices haunting me
thirteen the age it started
fouteen days untill I went mad
fifteen people to hold me down
sixteen, my age now
seventeen days of solitary
eighteen years would've been freedom
nineteen seconds changed me
twenty links in the chain holding me together
twenty-one ways to regret life
twenty-two reasons to give up
twenty-three celing squares
twenty- four hours a day,
~Now what can I say,
~so they think I'm okay
~I'll even follow their way.
twenty-five lines on a page
twenty-six doctors rushing around
twenty-seven pills failed
twenty-eight times restrained
twenty-nine days untill I give up.
Thirty seconds untill next shot
~How many have they caught?
~Whats the number of times I've fought?
~When rest is all I've saught.
Thrity-o...o...one more breaths
Thirtyy_Two, shiny lights
tHirty_thr3e, so sleepy
ThIrTy... flower... i mean four
~Can I take much more?
~let me out the door.
~I havent been bad.
~just some fun I had
_Sleep claims my eyes
_doctors scrible on their pads
_dream are welcomed in to haunt me
_I fight the screams
_more notes scribbled
I
loose
the
little
sanity
I
had
left
while
their
needles
never
stop
Count down, they say
I count again.
One more round of pain
Two more people helped
three times the effort
four more tests
five more pills
six new rooms
seven more lies
eight apologies roll out of my lips
nine more reasons to give in to the dark
ten shaky fingers of death wrap around my neck
~I breath in
~ I let it out
~~All of it
~~~All of it
-^--^v---^v----^v-----^v--^v_____________________________
~Freedom at last
Every time I plan to fly there is some disruption in the sky. Every time I plan to fly the eagle appears out of nowhere above the sky, flying at an altitude that cause everyone to be confused, several of them coming from the East jostling in the breeze searching for a place to land but they have to keep moving around, there is no space to land on the ground.
Today is Martin Luther King's Jr. day, England's bank holiday and summer tranquility in Japan. Some people are just going home with lots of jewelry and crowns, they seem to have enjoyed the trip, feasting on fish and chips but just when they are ready to go, they meet up on a traffic jam in the middle of the show and everything comes to a standstill, nothing is moving.
You can play your games on the street but destiny is concrete, what you say here doesn’t count; you must find your own jurisdiction where destiny is bound. If you board the plane to east, you might face a huge defeat; you must look where the traffic is flowing and where the birds are going.
If you are running in the wrong lane, they will drive; you insane and you will fall down on the track and break your sturdy back. You must study the heart of the game and you will never be ashamed.
Every time I plan to fly, I have to search for an alibi; I have to go around the world just to get out of this miserable town. I have to take a hundred and ten cab, change twenty-eight air plane, drive through 30 cities before I can board my plane.
This is a hard road; you have to bold, walk with courage in your right-hand and integrity in your left hand. You have got to map out a path before you plan to depart; the wind is not friendly but the sky is heavenly. When your timing is right you can make that sacrifice.
Every time I plan to fly I have to take off before sunrise, at this time I can view the city and delved into mankind’s sanctity.
There is no trouble at that time when I am at peace with the divine, everything just flows and I know which way to go. Every time I plan to fly, they put me on standby, I never get upset, I always sing because I know that the forces of nature are trying to tell me something.