rootin'-tootin' misinformed opinions
a game of risk at an overflowing cafe
in t-shirts, shorts and straws all over the floor
napkins neglected and looking like bankruptcy on stilts
i feel like a torn out page of my own sulwicket
or rather the shade outside, with its erroneous
shaped patches on the cobblestones
and non-fiction that isn't getting us anywhere
tennis court blues and the man waving from
another court, who believes he knows us,
but actually doesn't, but i return the wave
at break point
and a student has written a creative piece
set in the wild west with a character called
David Bowie, who comes in two-thirds of the
way through the yarn
about to duel in the town's empty and only crossroads.
"ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!' PEW PEW PEW
get kettle on
MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
We lean back in the ride sunset melting on her skin like liquid gold
Chrome glides slow and the whole boulevard watches our story unfold
Her hand on my arm turns the city’s hard edges into something controlled
Bass hums like a heartbeat syncing with the secrets we’ve never told
Palms sway overhead brushing the sky like a dream for the night to uphold
Grill smoke drifts through the breeze wrapping us both in memories old
She laughs and the block feels lighter with even the shadows consoled
The ride dips gentle hydros bowing and her soft smile says she’s sold
I look her way and every struggle I’ve carried loosens its hold
We cruise on two souls leaning close in a world we quietly mold
wind whispers through pines
carrying tales of the land~
clouds drift to the west.
wind of west swivels --
lifting laced hem on grassland
in wild autumn dance
what is she doing out there? Grandmother asked the rest of us.
We peered out the window, seeing nothing but grime and dust.
What little girl? I queried, looking up and down the alley.
Only she could see this child, who looked like her sister Sally.
Sally went trick-or-treating in 1945 with her cat named Clover.
They never returned to their farmhouse in west Dover.
For years people thought they had seen her, but there was never proof.
She just disappeared said Grandmother. In one weird cloudy poof.
Was this an entity? An aberration, a ghoul, ghost, or what?
We never knew, but she always appeared once a year in our hut.
On Halloween night, along with her cat named Clover.
They never returned to their farmhouse in west Dover.
Surrounded by the ocean on all its sides
An enchanting town about four miles wide
This sun-soaked spot is the absolute best
There’s nothing like good old Key West
The clucking roosters will wake you up
And if not, it’s the Cuban coffee cup
A hot breakfast sandwich is ready to go
At one of the cafes you already know
This tropical island, it never snows
So there’s no need for winter clothes
But the heavy winds will surely blow
As hurricane season comes and goes
Gators, turtles, and jellyfish, oh my!
The ocean is as lively as the vivid sky
Key West sunsets are just supreme
Like something painted out of a dream
A town full of rich culture and history
Even in its shadows, its charm is no mystery
Haunted lighthouses and creepy old dolls
If you’ve seen it once then you’ve seen it all
So whether it’s to wine and dine
Or just to watch the full moon shine
It’ll always be a fantastic time
Key West, Florida is truly sublime
I couldn’t live without her. I rode away.
She finally left me I’ll not gainsay.
He was a handsome gambler, a slick cheat.
She said that he made her somehow complete.
I have my horse and saddle, and my gun.
I rode off into the afternoon sun.
Red, red, it was like my still bleeding heart;
Fading to blackest black as I depart.
I worked on my good ranch and watched it grow.
Of an evening I still missed her so.
I was certain I would never be free.
When she left she took a big part of me.
After a year I rode into a town.
I saw her there, the gambler’s luck was down.
He had left her without any support.
She ran straight to me as her last resort.
If she had cheated on me once before
She would cheat again, I knew in my core.
I rode away laughing, finally free.
She could no longer make a fool of me.
Humpty Dumpty came to town
wearing a despicable frown,
ordered a drink and drank it down,
sitting up so tall.
An egg as stubborn as mule,
he had forgotten the golden rule.
So, though he sat high on his stool,
he took a dreadful fall.
In one breath mountains welcome
The Indian brave rides all alone
Beneath the mountains made of stone
Under the clouds that go sailing by
With heavy heart and occasional tear he will cry
Lost many tribesmen during the Indian wars
Though white men he killed by the scores
A war of hate from both sides
That’s why a lonely path he now rides
A fearless warrior, a commanding chief
Who had to lead his people through all the grief
See women and children killed at will
Many terrible sights he see’s still
Now he wanders in his buckskin clothes day and night
With his feather in his hair an awesome sight
With his trusted pony his only friend
He will now roam until his end
Chawathka, a last remnant of the Great Plains war
Now he rides and thinks what was it all for
Was it worth all the sacrifice
His people paid a terrible price
As they fought for freedom from the whites
But he still has nightmares during his lonely nights
And he will wander until his dying day
Under the Sun and Moon, riding every which way
Oh West, there my heart lies bare,
At rest between hills and hallowed mountains fair.
The lands I roam are bleak, so westward still I seek,
For no black earth nor blue sky rivals paradise so sweet.
Rocky Mountains rise, stalwart and timeless,
Their timbered slopes alive in green since the dawn of man.
The rolling plains, the winsome lands,
Made richer still by care and strong, enduring hands.
Oh, Thoreau spoke true: “Westward I go free,”
And those words resound in hearts like mine.
We cross long miles, old lives left swiftly behind,
For what lies eastward but death, Abaddon entwined?
For there rise steel spires, pressed by the hands of men,
Tall things that crowd the breath and dim the soul.
The weight of countless wills, their evils drawn to one place,
Settled deep into that forsaken soil.
You shall not turn me toward those ways again.
No force nor claim shall drive me to return through those lands and fen.
I may take rest, yet ever shall my eyes be drawn
To the lands of my heart,
To the West for which I long.
Can you remember when folks
waited to hear the facts of a case
to come out before rendering judgment
It wasn’t too long ago that what we’re
witnessing in Minneapolis
was known as ‘mob justice’
Something we thought ended with the
demise of cowboys and the wild west
A little Southern town
Could never astone.
Big Northern city,
So filled with activity.
A Northern dairy land
Where it's easy to be a fan.
My desire to serve never ceased.
But no one called from the East.
So, back to the populous place.
Back to the region of slow pace.
Four years of sweat and tears.
Then, sweet melodies to my ears.
From 2000 miles, the WEST calls.
There, the kids grew stable and tall.
It seemed the WEST was where we belonged;
The place where we grew confident and strong.
And for 43 years, we called WEST our home.
Home, sweet home. We had ceased to roam.
64.
West is Blue, East is Red, Philippines is Yellow
Go out when the sun sets
Watch birds return to nests
When fishermen end quests
And farmers leave harvests
The time everyone rests
So now face to the West
See and feel where it's best
Comfort is its behest
Blue – wall stars of U.S.
Blue – sea and sky conquest!
Go out when the sun rises
Witness birds begin quests
When fishermen cast nets
And farmers ready chests
The hour of work begets
So now turn to the East
Human faith melts mist
Red – motif of China
Red – worker's insignia!
Go out when the sun's highest
When shadows are shortest
Temperature's hottest
Celestial lights brightest
Festive moment its best
Yellow – Philippine Sun
Yellow – EDSA One!
Philippines – now behold
People – not blue and cold
Culture – not red and bold
Our nation's not that old
New age ‘bout to unfold
Glaring – yellow – sheer gold!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
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