It was strange almost as strange as Thanksgiving with Justin Bieber at his grandmother's house.
Yes I'm sure that wasn't the only thing getting stuffed that year.
Who doesn't enjoy being serenaded by their grandson as he's naked with his pick in one hand and
his dick in the other as he stands butt ball naked in the kitchen.
Thanks Canada your like a dirty girlfriend who instead of giving a great blowjob gave us herpes What do I expect from a country that also gave us maple syrup and call me maybe.
I know we just met and this sounds crazy but your countries music sucks so never call us okay.
I was alone in the Pub as usual hell what do you expect from a site that has a showcase yet has no more groups from which half of the showcases are named after .
Yeah the owner has that true modern day logic like having a music channel that only shows
reality show whores and knocked up bitches who complain about paying the bills yet are employed by the network yeah common sense it really is lost on stupid people.
I was having like half of a case when a hamster who shall remain unnamed due to she would
harm me if I spoke the name of which is not to be spoken of walked through the door.
Gonz set me up with a cold one I really need it.
Really hamster I never pegged you as a necrophilia kind of gal but to each his own
good thing I got the paper let me just check the obituaries and make some calls hey I herd Paul Walkers free.
I know I'm going to hell but honestly did you expect good taste in reading this shit ?
Are you fucking nuts?
The agitated little hamster asked as she looked at me with anger and possible rape in her eye's.
Look I can always hope good thing I forgot my whistle.
Just give me a cold beer you pervert and that joke was tasteless really have you no respect for anything?
I looked at the hamster after handing her the beer and thought deeply and hard pulling my mental hair at the same time even though I don't have any don't ask.
It's my job to make tasteless jokes and be a pervert what you think the time clock on the walls for?
Um employees ?
Well yeah it used to be until they whole health care shit I swear I give my workers one meal a week and provide a perfectly good basement for them now I got to give them health care duh
if I paid my bills what would I drink with ?
My customer who remains anonymous to protect the safety of my balls.
Looked at me in disgust uh oh looks like I might be getting a spanking as well.
You really keep those poor people locked in the basement ?
Duh person I cant say your name there not real people there here illegally.
How can you say that I should call the cops on you .
The hamster was turning red and from the threat of calling in the fuzz I knew she must be
serious yet still I knew deep down she was just playing hard to get with her threats and restraining orders but enough with the foreplay hamsters.
Look I really don't see what the big deal is ?
You have people trapped in your basement like some dirt bag smuggler.
Now you hold on a minute hamster how dare you insult me I said in my grown up voice
I know I can act like a grown up shocking isn't it?
I was about to tell this hamster just what I really thought of people who take advantage of people
who just want a better life and exploit others and really preach some of that moral shit that sounds real good yet isn't what I think cause I'm truly a ruthless bastard.
When I stopped and saw the clock oh shit hold that thought I almost forgot to feed the basement people.
I reached under the bar and grabbed four cartons of cigarettes and a case of wine.
What in the hell you only give those poor people booze and cigarettes ?
Well duh there French what else would they want?
Just then a voice came up from the dungeon I mean basement of the pub gonzo more wine
you American swine I hate you yet still I applaud your efforts in destroying that vile
man child Selena Gomez .
Ahh you got love the French sure that strange little man may stay drunk on a girl drink and smoke like a chimney but even he hates shit pop music as much as me.
My one and only reader slash customer slash person I enjoy annoying sat in shock.
You are so fucked up .
I looked as I took my seat behind the bar that no longer exists because some people
who shouldn't be allowed out of there cage run the site into the like button ground.
Yes hamster I'm a little ruff around the edges but when you get to know me.
You realize behind all the insults and perverted bad humor .
I'm well I'm far worse than you could ever imagine.
We sat there swapping stories the drinks flowed the French man in the basement yelled
something in that strange language he spoke once I couldn't understand cause I
don't speak German.
It was a true night to remember except for the part I forgot duh!
It was growing closer and closer to closing time I mixed us both a good strong drink
yet with a soft side and heart of gold like a awesome hooker or that man tranny Kim Kardashian .
Well I guess better head out Gonz.
Aren't you feeling like your going to pass out .
Um no why ?
Dammit its really getting bad when you cant trust a good street dealer to quality
The hamster was headed out the door but before she left she turned and said.
Oh yeah and you might need to grab a pillow.
And then everything went black but not like in the NBA .
No indeed I was out like Charlie sheen after a really good coke binge when he used to be cool.
I awoke upon the floor alone cold and hurting in a area far more strange than fifty one
dammit man whya alien would travel across the galaxy only to corn hole rednecks and poetic madmen is beyond me but enough about what some owners of websites do in there off time.
Upon the bar sat the only cure for my troubles a double shot of good blended whiskey.
Next to it a note on a bar napkin .
Dear Gonz next time remember to remember which drink you spiked you dumbass .
I had to laugh and sit really funny the seat was a bit uncomfortable get your heads out of the gutter
children your almost as bad as me.
Until next time kids remember .
Good humor bad humor its just fucking a joke to begin with so lighten the fuck up.
Cheers and stay crazy.
And remember if it offends nobody forced you to read it to begin with.
Drinks on me cheers.
Yet Creating the vesper of Imaginations is such Beauty,
lies in the dry foliage of life’s blighted,dull rooted plant,
Tired oft my longing desires,bounded,warmth and more
Is My soul quiet silence as past winds to me never more
To soothe the Body,nor the frame of its tangled fairness be
Nah! Nah! the muse’s never its spirit die,O’ muse
The adroit hero,the long traveler the widest of his destined degree..
Where strives he,and whom visits many roads to desired joy…his joy!
Yet,many as rejections, I am now, O’save me muse from
Wheresoever i seeks the nations pride,to accompany my quest and let
knowledge surging here yet suffering like meteors awhile,
This, this soft,my soul can’t bear,
But by my dreams so beautiful as I can,dreams worth,worth,
As I writ in water!
As his dream,her dream,ask’s doubt of a baby will born or nought——-
Unreached Dream then? aught of price?
Many time I spake,words ‘scaped ‘tho where ever I spoke Ah destiny!
And Now as by years keep control n’t the days,as life care n’t by myself,
To Create my beauty beyond one can compare nor comprehend,nor compromise…
And Dreamy will be ev’r be..And my muse!
When you come closer to me
And I just take a step inward! and kiss thee!!
Come forward be the western isle side,then east and west!
Then forward unbolt,my feelings,my tortures and hide n’t to time,
As none dare stop moving it any,yet come dare my muse..
From that hopeful sanctuary u shall clad,
And when my eyes are fill to guess
Thence You come closer me....
Cause we need us in life
You make me laugh hard
I can cheer you smile
Cause we need us in life
Happiness will be spread
Sadness can be shared
Cause we need us in life
A journey wont be that far
A life'll be more than alright
Cause we need us in life
Shall we be together sweetie?
By the broken estuary, Achilles weeps,
falls in prayer before merciless gods.
His words are for his friend that sleeps -
a plea to restore him against the odds
to the dear Patroclus of blood and flesh,
to the paradigm of wretched Achilles' eye.
Undo wound of beating, undo thresh -
erase the day that held good-bye.
On and on does poor Achilles plead,
but in their ways the gods are cruel.
Though he begs they do not concede,
his futile cries they overrule.
In search of nepenthe he then goes
that respite from anamnesis on him will gift.
Once blessed lethe it on him bestows,
heavy sorrow from his heart shall lift.
In one last moment of love and pain
he bids farewell to their love so grand -
then, slowly, all begins to wane.
Alone Patroclus walks in shadowed land.
I've loved a man much
So much we bore children in dreams
More alive than they were real
I loved this man much
Too much our children were killed without my knowing
Death was delivered before they were delivered themselves
I loved my children much
Before his fire burnt them to ashes
I loved my children much
And much more do I love them still
I loved a man much
No more since he exchanged their lives for gold
Their death was at his doing and my love kept me blind
Too late I saw them no more, too late to still hope for life
Yet with the heart I had once given to him I keep them half alive
Never shall I hold my children in these arms that feel
Yet forever will I embrace them as they eternally embrace me
I mourn their unliving with every tear I cry
A dream our future will always remain
But a paradise our lives will be
it is said that
a prophet finds no honor
in his own country
their hard truths
are heard as a
threatening to melt
the caked wax
blocking the closed
intolerant ears of
once found no
in his homeland
his people driven
from their land
gobbling the land
people from villages
and regions they
since the dawn
spilling Zulu blood
into roiling rivers
petitions of the
the blood of
against the innocent
by corralling them onto
where rivers do not
flow, grass never grows,
game cannot graze;
only the dust doth blow
riddling the captives
with with torments of
mocking the speakers
of mother tongues with
the fained eloquence
of bastardized Afrikaans
the dominion of the
and affirmed by exiling
a people from their land,
outlawing their language,
dividing the nations into
a fallacy of separate
destinies where a forgetful
history blessed with amnesia
will anoint the conquerors
with the spoils of abundance
stolen from the vanquished
Madiba spoke of these things
and was awarded a prison
cell for twenty seven years
but the hostages of feigned
justice are always destined
to be freed by the arrival
of an accepted truth
set free by the very words
prisons cannot contain truth
steel bars cannot imprison
the divine justice of an idea
it slips through the smallest openings
like a wafting fragrance of the first day of spring
it saws away at the rust strewn steel bars
like the surest movement of a master carpenter’s arm
it melts the thickest links of iron chains
in the fiery forges that burn in the hearts
of all freedom loving people
the truth of justice
is born and takes flight
on the wings of history
covering the globes
nesting in the most
and mean estates
on God’s good earth
truth and reconciliation
can never be separated
planted together to grow
healthy nations and
trust and restoration
Madiba, you always
found honor with
the salt of the earth
the children of light
who seek to dispel
the darkness of
we continue to
walk your way
guided by your
we take the first steps
asking liberators to join
with oppressors, pairing
in a magnanimous walk
along wholesome pathways
perceiving the buena vistas
of reconciled communities
of peace, equality
and justice for all citizens
I caught a fleeting glimpse of Madiba
as he rolled by in the Canyon of Heros
showered under a June blizzard of confetti
and a resounding acclimation of love.
I was a plebe inhabiting a lower floor
Broadway office, yet my station blessedly
brought me closer to Madiba. As he passed
I was moved by his miraculous smile and felt
the colossal reverberations of his waving arm
triumphantly hailing the sweet freedom of
liberation all hostages of feigned justice
exude in the vindication of divine justice
enraptured in the joy of affirmed truth.
we are enriched
and blessed for
the time you walked
the good fight
for we shall resume
the climb to
the next mountaintop.
Well done Madiba
Rolihlahla “Nelson” Mandela
7/18/18 - 12/5/13
Ladysmith Black Mombazo
The pain gets stronger and stronger
Each and every minute you are not near.
Distant haunting screams now fill my ears
As my eyes start searching, there about to tear.
I can never make it without you
And losing you is my only fear.
Vows given to you many years ago
Promising, right behind you I will instantly also go.
Never shall we ever be apart
And if so, that is when all the killing will start.
Deepest of all connections we do share
Complimenting each other we are the perfect pair.
So weak I am for I give you all my power
I’m writing this poem and it’s all about you
And look you have been only gone for a half an hour.
Please hurry, have fun and come back home to me, OK
Because there has never been a day
Where we haven’t seen each other every day.
Searching high and low for the fountain of youth
Hoping to fulfill the only wish you ever did
All because you said,
“Daddy, I wish you were like me,
so we can be together forever".
and then questioned me with,
Why can't you become a little Kid”
I smell burning lights of neon and blue.
It's Christmas, they say. Inkblots have formed
their own sentences, helping me
In the midst of this slow night,
I swear I am right.
And I pull Kafka from the shelf
because I want to hear him talk.
I am my own vermin, and we can be random
I love you Kafka, I say.
I love you.
I love you.
Shall we dance despite your limbs?
Samba's playing, I am left staring at you
then back at him,
and right back at you, right where you stood
tiptoeing as you reach the topmost corner of the
You know I never hide any can of insecticide, Kafka,
because I get it, you'll wither.
But I love you, Kafka, I say.
I love you.
I'm a bit colorful with a drag of dirt.
I'm a bit Spanish when I shake my hips.
I turn French right before midnight.
I lose sight and might when the clock chimes
two in the afternoon -
I become just by looking at you.
Because I love you Kafka, I say.
I love you.
Let's play a new game.
One we've been playing for years.
Let's call it Hide, don't seek.
Hide your feelings well brother,
Don't let a girl find them.
Hide your secrets well sister,
Don't let that boy find them.
Hide those thoughts of suicide kid,
Don't let your mama find em'.
Hide those insecurities pal,
Don't let your father know them.
Hide that, hide this.
Don't let anyone successfully seek.
Write a poem, write a book.
Hide those words, don't bother to look.
Don't you tell the world your worries child,
You know very well this world is wild.
Save that poem as a draft, you fucker,
Don't you dare open your eyes you sucker.
Wipe those tears and fears away,
Forget your worries, forget to pray.
Hide the scars around your hands,
Don't let your teachers find em'.
Hide your lips, how dry they are,
Don't let your girlfriend find them.
Hide your dried up tears my love,
Remember no one cares.
Hide your hunger well my bro,
You know that food is theirs.
People that don't follow these rules
Will be disqualified by morning.
People that decide to break them,
Will be followed by deep mourning.
Starting now, you're one of us,
This is the game we play.
Starting now, you must hide, not seek
It will all be good some day.
But hide that little hope my friend,
For you know it shall not come.
And if you're scared at all my friend,
Just chug it down with rum.
That's all we all can do now,
We can no longer tell the truth.
We all are now playing this game,
I call it Hide, don't Seek.
Out of your bones shall grow a humble garden
Glistening in that delicate pale light that bleeds past the night
Forever to greet the morning