Dr Khan: I need to do lab tests on you before I can prescribe your meds
Me: But they are not narcotic, they are blood pressure and blood thinners etc
Dr Khan: it don't matter, I need to check your levels
Me: I feel fine though
Dr Khan: you have to, or I will get in trouble,and I'm not going to lose my license
Me: you can get into trouble?
Me: **** it, I don't need them
Dr Khan: but you will die if you stop taking the meds
Me: Then prescribe the meds
Dr Khan: I can't
Me: Killer!


Over a year later, my health seems better than ever. I went from things getting worse, to things getting better without the drugs and doctor

Later I am going to extract a tooth on camera to show mind over matter. I am a dentist, although it has taken two months of work to pull one tooth. It is an art. A rotten and infected art

I have created a new breed of spiders. They are so tiny that you can barely see them. They enter the human body and eat you cell by cell. I call them cell dwellers. I do not need any more test subjects to prove this...I just need to feed my little friends...

I have learned to use my own effectors to release the same chemicals that are released when a person does drugs. Whew. It really is hard to control the amounts, but knowing I am safe within my own body, makes it a hell of a buzz. Eat your hearts out, people who look for drugs. Actually throwing away my *** smoking devices. I'm ripe.

They wouldn't let me leave the office until I would look them in the eyes

I saw horrible things in their eyes

they wanted me to see horrible things in their eyes

don't be afraid Freddie
I am also a son of some maniacs

man, how times have changed

in the 80s it seemed like kids were the bad guys

so, how have you been since the death of dreaming?

I know I have a lot of women hating on me, but it's ok...I don't hate you, and in fact if you're decent looking and not lazy, I probably fantasize about doing stuff to you. Good stuff. I don't think of women as lesser, in half of the ways, I guess I'd say. Some things you don't even want to be part of, believe me. The cruelty that is woman and the cruelty that is man are different.

I think it was 5th grade...I told a teacher that if you give me more time to think of an answer, on a test, I will give the right answer. Giving time limits is the way to make a dumber people. Patience and understanding always leads to the best outcomes. Right? It shows in everything. Hostage situation? Go in and get the hostages never works. Not negotiating never works. Period. Never. So, going against truth is the downfall of all things

He said he loves scary ****, so I took out a 7 inch buck knife, made in 1972, and I grabbed his wife by the scruff of her neck. I slowly cut his wife's throat from one ear, to the other. The sounds echoed in the modest home, and her blood sprayed all over his scared face. He died of a heart attack within minutes. At least he died doing something he loves...being scared...sorry he couldn't enjoy it longer

I have to prove this tonight. Mind over matter. Thought is sharper than any knife, and moves faster than any bullet. Thought leaves the body at 10,000 signals per second, if propagated correctly it goes directly to who you send it to. It grabs friends along the way. Friends who want to **** for you. They will hang out around the target and then actually go into others and into the target. They can take over cells, thought, and well being. I am sending them tonight. In a few moments I will release these white stallions to trample and to bite the backs of the dark ones who travail in the shadows. No hiding. I know the routes to send them. There will be a lot of friends. The good spirits that are beaten down and awaiting their bodies to finish the dying process. They are in purgatory. I help them, and they are thankful for me, as I am thankful for them. I hope they are more gentle this time...I truly do.

motherless
this must be just another test
utter less
stuck on the ****** to **** on the other breast
silken milk of the real deal and i feel like an udder mess

motherless

cover this
mist is sick with twisted, i discover less
it's colorless
put with the other gases to suffer and to smother this

motherless

i felt so safe, sleeping by the bear cave
and the honey he brought me kept me warm
the morning dew glistened while he danced for me
while i ate the honey

funny bear
you make my heart melt

last winter seemed like it lasted forever
and the frost froze off my toes
he carried me in some spring water, and cloves
i kissed him on his big old nose

i felt so good, laying there and dying
the comfort he gave me was irreplaceable

then i heard the hounds

he buried me in some cedar and pine needles
i could hear him climbing the big oak tree

the baying of the hounds must have lasted a hundred years
and i was still alive
so was he

then you came
you took out a pellet rifle
you started shooting my friend
you started shooting my friend

the excitement of the hounds grew
the hair on their backs stood on end
so did mine
so did his

why did you shoot my friend with that air rifle?
why did you shoot my friend 23 times?

i was laying there listening when he fell
when the dogs jumped on him, at your command
i listened while your dogs tore my friend to shreds
my friend didn't even make a sound

he was a good bear
such a good bear

he didn't bother anyone, and would have given the hide off his back
but you killed my friend and took his hide off his back

you killed my friend
you killed my friend!

you let your dogs tear him apart

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i can still see you dancing
funny bear

you saved me from freezing last winter
my toes even grew back!

thank you, my friend
your warmth and love has kept me alive
the things you taught me will help me forever

will you please dance with me?

drop out of the sky and onto our lot if you have the ***** for battle
stomping about and trying to lock up with a **** that has a cage to rattle
banty rooster is looking for excuses to spur birds who don't use their noodle
then, who swoops down hawking on the **** like dan is some yankee doodle
eagles have talons for killing mice and snakes but spurs are feared by stallions
this ****'s got lots of hot chickens on this lot and he plots, heard by battalions
you swooped in to peek in my coop prepare to be hog food then hog ****
now, who shows up on a wild stallion, a little rooster ahead of an all chicken troop
i knew i should have shoed this horse this morning, this dumb hawk gets more stomping
that little lot started rocking and got so hopping that the rabbits started romping

day i saw the lady though
made my heart race and away we go
wasted cases going no places play me low
with aimless faith in faces and a radio
we say we stay us then memories stay, we go
we were already fading out the way we know
like an 80's song fades on the radio
a static that lasts and plays till the day we go
waiting like bombs saying wait till the day we blow
the days they know are way crazier than our day ago
they're staying out of the wars that we say we know
the day they say they need wasted rage is the day we go
we never did get where we'd say we'd go
in those wasted days faking it with a radio

do you remember back in the day we would
say if our hearts would stay we could
we never did the things we'd say we would
we never did go the way we should

remember back in the day we rode
saying our hearts would stay cold
up up and away we go
in our dreams and on the radio

leave all of your devices behind
if they can't get her location, they can't see mine
i don't trust in justice, that ***** might be blind
relax and take long naps it'll all be fine

behind the library there's an old beech tree
you don't read books? you can't teach me
take a romance novel and some peach tea
the mud is knee deep, completely leech free

act like fabio until you have the scene set
meadow is green, and it's a clean wet
a lover of monsters and her mean pet
the best book cover the world has seen yet

She said it was her only life line
scars telling of her life in parts
every detail of every knife line
where one ends, another starts

numbness is nothing
pain is something

she said it was like her only need
satisfaction in killing the numb
in the darkness, she can only bleed
looking forward to the pain to come

I hope you get knocked on

yep

I hope you come back as a door

I hope you get beat on
get shoes left by you

I hope you never cross the threshold
unless you come off the hinges

swing *******, swing

they are coming to tap on you
to twist your ****
to hang you

leave you hanging

to open and then close you
shut you...
leave you open

slam you

I hope you get kicked in
I hope you get knocked down

aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE

now, that is slick!
dropping your last name, to make you more famous
even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you
and he is already famous

smith really is a boring name

independence day for your new nation's mind
what do they call the first independance day?
not the one we celebrate yearly.
but the one where it first happened?

oops
i am sorry if i hurt you
oops i
did it again

oops i did
it again
oops i did it
AGAIN!

this is brittany *****!
i think she knew who it was
who needs a last name to draw a buzz?
what came first, the peach or the fuzz

all i ever got was the pit

is it okay if i call you willow smith
or is it miss willow
i will not use all caps for anybody!

i come first!

when you go from low to low
how do you know when you're low again?
jump off the roof, to get back in the flow again
oh no, here we go again

seeds we sow blow away then grow again
we never know the seeds that we sow again
get up high, now get low again
i paid child support here come that ** again

can winds blow away?
to never blow again
wind creates the way
to have it's own go, again

oops

i am sorry

point that finger and confess
i can't digest or digress
we digest to find less?
pro and pre and method best

there is no such thing as a whole chance
is it half of a plan to plan half of a dance?
is the plan bigger than man, can't fit it's pants
and who the hell was ever a victim of happenstance?

little half a chance
pitiful little half a chance

poor little half a chance
doesn't wanna get near zero
happenstance, come to the dance
little half. don't be a hero

sweet sweet zero
please don't take my little half by the hand
happenstance please make the call?
more chance and take the fall?

a whole chance took a chance and stole yo man!
you betta act, act like you know, man
no man or know man is it stop or go man
go man go man go go slow man

when he saw that whole chance
never made eye contact, no glance
heart beats like dead meat on romance
sometimes it's down to zero or no chance

hey why don't that ** dance?

is the joy of life felt within our first breath?
why do some grow to see the joy of ****?
every day. the last day is put to the test
some find less, is their "happy at best"

this quest has left many a man depressed
press reset at the hater's behest
at rest in our full metal jacket vest
blessed in all the ways we have messed

fulfillment kills when finally at ease
beautiful thing. must i say please?
regrets full of life, lived on our knees
who will be left to pollinate bees?

...

saving all questions for the grave
tells me that my death will be saved
coals made by fires we stave
hey man! i ain't gonna behave!

is the joy of life felt within our first breath?
i'm looking to find the joy of death

you are in violation

if i was you i'd let me go
you touch me i will have to use force
up to and including fatal force
hahahahaha
i am a sovereign citizen
who's laughing now
who's laughing

do it then big girl!

do it right now!
aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
i am a sovereign citizen
what jurisdiction is this then
not a person or individual
i'm a man!
hahaha
i am a sovereign citizen
who's laughing now
who's laughing
i need your name and badge number right now
this is an assault this here is an assault
aaaaahhhhh help me help me help me!!!!
a sovereign citizen!
five million dollars!
aaaaaahhhhhhhhh
i do not consent!
i do not consent!

i need to see your badge
i need to see your badge now
are you assaulting me?
are you assaulting me?

aaaahhhh!!!
you are assaulting me!
aaaahhhh!!!

so, you are detaining me?
sir? are you detaining me?
so, you are detaining me!
help me help me help me!
i am a sovereign citizen

that is not my food stamp card!
i am a sovereign citizen!

as a man
what right do you have
to stop another man??
name and badge number
name and badge number
name and badge number!
aaaahhhh!!!!
i am a sovereign citizen!

i am not driving i'm traveling
i am telling you to stand down!

aaaahhhh!!!!!
i am a sovereign citizen


sov·er·eign
/ˈsäv(ə)rən/
royalty
numismatics
roman catholic church
noun

    1.
    a supreme ruler, especially a monarch.


cit·i·zen
/ˈsidizən,ˈsidisən/
noun
noun: citizen; plural noun: citizens
    a legally recognized subject or national of a state or commonwealth, either native or naturalized.

come round here and get your *** kicked
plastic caskets and old motor gaskets
the drastic practice of spastic masses
all stretched out and kicking *****

if you smile they kick your teeth in
to get in you gotta get beneath in
if you look they will cut your eyes out
it's alright after the crying dies out

the sun shines on the old floor boards
the wrecked chryslers and rusty fords
the fallen live underneath the wrecks
till the junkman comes and collects

how do you get up to nogood
how do you get down to allpain
how do we get over to healing
how do we get over the feeling

you gotta hit rock bottom
boy. you gotta hit rock bottom
they know. and can show the way

it must be pure heaven, this rock bottom
you gotta go through every turn they took
can they really read into your future?
you can read them like a book

crossing all of their burned bridges
and "biden can kiss my ***"
when we get to the station
don't forget to get the gas

are we in toughlove?
god i can't get enough love!
i just can't get enough of
the local dialect in toughlove

it's a tree's life
a birds and bees life
the bees knees life

but they carve into me with these knives
see, i'm a tree and i help out the bee hives
in every land of milk and honey
honey, it's the honey that's the money
it's straight tree life
not down on a knee life
i stand for one thing and that's all

texas chainsaw massacre and hatchets
lost limbs and widow makers
in every atom is a gift within
every thing of thick and thin
it's straight tree life
it's so great to be life
i have one godly fate, to all relate

breathe me in and lay beneath
i am the shelter that you seek
come to me don't be afraid
i am all warmth and in all shades

it's a straight G's life
yo nuts swing on deez life
it's a tree's life

we all shake with the leaves
and say goodbye when they leave life

spring will be back to see us
not exactly, but we will be us
loving the sun, wind and rain
changing with the weather to be the same

accepting change
knowing we will live on
tree life

when the streamer met a dreamer
all this must be really real
your game puts all the guys to shame
your voice feels like i really feel

when you called me your wild daisy
i hope all the others heard
baby i'm not that crazy
baby don't take the other's word

if only he could see her
he'd see who she really was
he wouldn't wanna be her
nobody really does

take a course and forget what that course meant
take a job with the code enforcement
make a code and brutally enforce it
lead a horse, don't know where that horse went

sleeping dogs have the sharpest teeth
with a hunger from the heart beneath
who better could ever deserve this land
government visionary missionary businessman

make up a law just to break it
put it to sleep and then you wake it
take away and over-take it
it's my bedroll, let me make it

take a bow your job is done so keep it
make a candlestick and try to leap it
pull the wool down then fleece it
lead the sheep, forget where the sheep went

(acts like some kind of gangster if you ask me)

HEY!

what is your ****** problem?
huh?
you been going around saying I ****?
and telling people to get me?
what you think? I'm a walk in the park?
huh?
I am hard!

what you want? you want the "easy life"?
get the hell out of here
easy life moved to florida

they aren't in the family
they go against the family

never go against the family

you ******' hear me?

easy life ain't even around anymore
history... you hear me? HISTORY
That's why it has no capitol letter at the beginning
I'm important...I'm Life®

I have a lot of boys. you want them boys to come see you?

just like that stupid game is soon to be done too
registering a trademark with my name?
making a killing off of selling that ****?

I got my lawyers tangled up with the courts over trademark and copywrite
bunch of wise guys watching me...what can I do?
they got a lot of power backing them, and their GAME
like I said, I ain't no walk in the park

I will always win, either way
my family goes on and on
all those lives

I knew your daddy, he was a good fella
you're a good kid, I don't know if you talked **** about me or not
I don't really care about that **** anyhow
you hear me?

I'm Life®, you got me? you're just a made man
practically in the family

don't go against the family

i'm a henry ford explorer
longevity shouldn't cost more
we can win then what is loss for
get in the henry ford explorer

lady liberty and mother mary
which one got dat thang that's hairy
how much whip cream? much and very!
what's on top? pop dat cherry!

if it's free then what is the cost for
if there's a map what are we lost for
if that ***** calls i'm next for her
auto doors on my ford explorer

joe biden and donald trump
get ya old *** up and shake ya ****
johnny jumped up on a hickory stump
the devil's due is pay at the pump

at the henry ford museum
the people come to see um
they really shout and screa-um
at the henry ford museum

we would starve for each other
giving up our last piece of bread
we've given up on loving vows
we are together until we're dead

we take on the other's struggle
in this game of pretend
the reasoning isn't subtle
to be there until the end

you are my final dream
to be together, swallow pride
we are our last hope
we are each other's suicide

The Skipper -

welcome aboard The Lady Mother Earth

if this ship sinks, it will probably take a while

DO NOT PANIC
MUTINY WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!

some may still have to walk the plank
after sinking

lifejackets are available on the starboard and port sides

when looking toward the bow
the left-hand side is the port side
the right-hand side is the starboard side

sometimes you may have to switch sides to keep her from rolling
we do not want this lady to roll!

first, it will tilt to one end or the other

the bow is the front end of the ship
the stern is the rear end of the ship

the stern will probably go down first

you all will probably run to the bow, in that case
sometimes this can cause a teeter totter effect
sometimes that effect may keep us afloat for a while
sometimes not

although this ship was built
by the finest ship builders ever
the stern has less mass, but more density

we will have no time for physics lessons, if it starts sinking
deckhands, cooks, and even gilligan, must work together

WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST

I will surely go down with the ship, if she goes down...

for now, let's just try to sail on, and not think about it
let's think of charting the best course

Please don't cancel my culture
it's all I have got
it wasn't my choice to be born now
to be born here

sometimes I wish I had been born in another time
in another place
Some of those places are just history now
and not clear history

another time is history

history is hindsight, and without hindsight

we lose foresight

I know that my type of sarcasm is of the same nature that got Socrates that big glass full of poison hemlock juice, but didn't he also know what it might get him? Maybe he gulped it down happily for a reason.

I truly am sorry if I have ever hurt anyone's feelings. Feelings do heal though, but I fear this modern world never will.
I just feel a need to try in any way I can, not for fame or money, but for the future. Fame and money mean nothing without future.

Do you love the thought of the future, or hate It? What is love and hate?

Do you get it yet?

Smack!

**** you!

Why was I "born into this"?

Dracula - "Blood is thicker than water". Plus, it already has all the good stuff a vampire needs.
I know that only my brain can send the signal to my cells that make me sick, and make me well. Good morning, and goodnight!!

Count Chocula - Chocolate milk is thicker than regular milk, plus it's chocolate! Good morning!

Rabbit - Trix are for kids!

It was a standoff. The fox had never faced a snake. The snake didn't care what the fox saw, it was there for one reason. The snake had a bone to pick, and his own idea of what a fox is. Sly huh?, said the snake. The fox just sat, amazed that the snake spoke his language, or something close to his language. The fox's tongue coiled. So, they call you sly huh?, the snake hissed. You go into the hen house and make a commotion, **** all the chickens and just eat one? Sly? Well, my dear fox, i slither in, eat a couple of eggs and slither out un-noticed. I expect my eggs to be there every time. Then you come and **** the ones who feed me? The fox just sat, hypnotized. He thought to himself, "i can't slither". Well mr fox, you can't slither, said the snake. I was made for S and you were made for F. And yes, they used to use an F as an S. The humans, that is. Anyhow dear sly fox, i came to make a deal...you see, i am owner of all the good S words, and i would also like to do away with the X. See I have scales, but i'm smooth, i look slimy, but i'm just that slick. A fox has fur for warmth...i am cold blooded. So cold. So, here's what i'm gonna do...i went out of my way to get you and me what we need. I see that those flies are bugging you. I will trade you an F from the flies for the S in sly, and leave the flies lay. Lies don't fly, but flies do, and that's not right. So, if you trade me, you will be so fly, and you will also be able to fly. That would be so beautiful to see you do what you're supposed to. And if you think chickens taste good, you should try a chicken hawk. The fox grinned, the snake smiled. Also, i will trade CK for that nasty X. See, my dear foxy, X has to be done away with. X means no, and i don't believe in no. It's like flies. The fox thought he was dreaming. He could be the fly flying fox! Excited, the fox nodded in agreement. The snake grabbed the S and put it in front of snake, making him a ssnake. Then, the snake swallowed the X. There you go my dear fox, we got rid of lies and the X. Plus we helped each other...no lies. See you when i see you ssucker, but i don't look back, said the ssnake. "ok flies, we had a deal and i will return for my other S, and those Z's". The flies buzzed.

What have i done? Now i am a fock!
FOCK!
Those aren't lies, they're flying. He ripped me off.
***! My legs are gone!
The flies buzzed, they knew what was up.
The fock's time was almost up...
The flies couldn't wait, so they began eating...

"Buzz while you still can fools, i am going to make a deal to the bees for those Z's.
A flock of flying foxes flew over, laughing fiendishly. " thanks for letting us keep our X mr ssnake"
"anything for the bats, my friend"
"Batshit crazy my ***"!

As the snake slithered away, he said "that is one Lying Fock" Hiss.

"The fool didn't realize I am a foxsnake" Hiss. "Sly my ***"

***? The fun never ends...

Sometimes I wonder if it's just from a lack of life experience. Easy for me to say though, since I'm not a poet, and I write nursery rhymes. A closed mind causes individual thought to bounce off of cranium walls, and when these confused thoughts do leave the body, they literally bounce around your living quarters and infect those that you love. So, if you blame writer's block on anything but yourself, you are just projecting more "confused" energy.

I picture a person just sitting there with a pen or phone, angry at the world that they are scared of. Maybe I am wrong, but it truly is related to laziness. These same people sometimes use that anger to inform others of how stupid they are. Never stopping to look at themselves.

I can't help but think that it's the ones who study, research, and live life more that get famous. These people with writer's block self publish, and yes, possibly end up with a book in the library...you know, the books that never get borrowed and look brand new, even when they're old.

You do know what a library is right? Well, grow some passion, and do some research. Walk a path that you normally wouldn't walk. After all, hasn't it all been said about poetry, poets, butterflies, writer's block?

I can't help but to think that some of these same people are like the haters that tried to run me off for years. Guilty conscious? Nope, guilty sub-conscious.

Don't worry, I have enough written to post 5 poems a day for 10 years. Maybe I will get a chance to post those someday. As for now, my mind is continually evolving, and searching...and finding. I just sit down and the *******(poetry) pours out of me. This is not poetry...true

Did you say laughter is the best medicine?

what is it that's ailing you, that you need this medicine for?

we are concerned with your mental and physical health

laughter is not good unless prescribed and monitored
laughing uncontrollably is a sign of drug abuse
laughing hysterically is a sign of mental disorder
laughing too much can damage joy receptors
joy receptor drainage is #1 cause of sadness, and every other disease

Joyflow is the best medicine to control laughter flow
Joyflow is recommended by all doctors everywhere
*Joyflow may cause side effects including, but not limited to sadness, nausea, sterilization(good), sudden death, heartburn, diabetes, cancer, brain bleeds etc.


We are very concerned with your state of well-being
you are addicted to laughter, and not able to make logical decisions
you are over-weight and under-developed mentally
this police officer is taking you to a place to be evaluated

put your hands behind your back and do not resist
resisting an officer is a crime, and you will have jail time waiting if you pass evaluation
we will also give you something for the crying, called FlowNoMore

we work for you to stop tears and let joy flow the healthy way

in my words i give my heart
but my heart can't be erased
i can't take out the question marks
and put periods in their place

in my words i give my side
to the story that i relate
in these lines i will confide
and try to tell it straight

in my words i give my soul
how my soul has been misplaced
i can only speak of what i know
and everything i have faced

in my words i give my heart
but my heart can't be erased
i can't take out the periods
and put commas in their place

On Facebook

for leaving a comment on a post about Orangutans. The article was about how they found that primates have an actual language. It's not like I said "duh". Another person said that they were probably talking **** about us. My comment said "**** them"!

Thanks Facebook for helping me realize that i'm not funny. And thanks for giving me a week to think about my actions(or what some lifeless ***** thinks is an action). A facebook ban is in the best interest of anyone who gets banned. Anyone who reported my comment as hate speech, has a lot more to face up to than me...and it's all saved on the master server.

A week of full on, beautiful reality.

Yeah Yeah
you didn't know she was your first cousin

Contempt breeds within the one who lets it bend them over.

The opposite of familiarity breeds contempt.
strangeness, unfamiliarity

and

it all has to do with seeing yourself as some kind of perfect being, and really doesn't bother the one you have the contempt for...you

Contempt of Court? God will tell you.

(another poet's favorite saying murdered by logic and love. Yes, I know there are people who will say my writing is violent...that's the same people it smacks around. It will be okay...when you're gone. Do you get it? Someone who is ****** has kind of a right to feel contempt for the most familiar of all.)

When men do it, they call them studs, but when women do it, they call them ******.

That's okay, a lot of men like ******, and some men marry them.

I call all the one's who do it, ******. It all depends on ratio, figures, and facts. Sometimes a ****** tells on itself.

I have called a stranger a ***** more than once. They shouldn't have opened their ***** mouth first.

Just being catty, because I can ladies! Read below and wish you were me!

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­I have experienced so much acceptance, writing freedom, and sordid *** since I came out of the closet, that I have faced my true self and gender guidelines. I am now a pre-op trans-******. Though I do not want to lose my *****, I have always felt like a **** and petite, yet sassy blonde woman. I also felt up a few, just to see how i'd feel in my right body. Wow! Though, it's hard for me since I am a 6'6" man, I get lost in the thought of the soft and **** me, that smells so good that I could lick myself. Whew. Anyhow, what I need is a ******...right above my man parts. Google is even letting me have a custom gender...I will reveal a cool word soon!  This is better than my life has ever been. Wish me luck my bros, but ladies first!

CLAIMER: If something so human is offensive, then that means there are things that YOU can't face. It also only hurts you to begrudge someone of any human freedoms. Dignity lies within one's self and not to be sought in another. Environment causes sickness and cancer, and usually in the one who creates the negative environment, and their kids.

will the pathways that you take be a maze that you make for me
can the days that you take also be my days to take for free
will your own home safe place feel like a home base for me
will your fast and hateful race leave the hate to face for me

are the bad places you create the only way to relate for you
i may have a date to tryout my own fate so i must wait for you
is your dying day just a replay of another day's date for you
if thought was heaven's gate would that be another gate for you

will truth have any use or lies beget what lies bring to us
will the dove that dies leave a love that flies to sing to us
will the eagle's mangled wing even look like a wing to us
will the bees that are leaving at least leave a sting to us

will the faces change and the names always stay the same to us
will the things that you save seem like just a shame to us
can the game that you play leave the rules of the game to us
will you win your game by saving time and passing blame to us

You are the only one who can make you whole, and you can make another whole...expectation is the enemy to satisfaction. And satisfaction is whole...expectation is half a fantasy. Knowing expectation is a half of a fantasy, can make it better. Hang on, this rollercoaster is still going up hill. Those butterflies will come back.

That every thought had real meaning
and every person could see that meaning
that we were cool shade from a tree
and every tree was made for leaning

that every feeling was a good feeling
and every person could feel that feeling
that everyone had thoughts that heal
and every one was into healing

that every mind was made for cleaning
and every person could do their cleaning
that in every trash pile we would see
and find treasure with such meaning

that every killing was just time killing
and every person could see that killing
that my fulfillment is for you to fulfill
and not just a worthless filling

Maybe someday people will speak of a great group of logical poets. It will be a group though. Maybe a help group for the more fragile ones. Not the type of fragile you are...the type that breaks. Carry on army, and tend to your fellow army members' wounds. Maybe someday you will see that you have fake bullets. Fully automatic, with hollow points and full metal jackets

You like my poem, then i'll like yours
we don't have to call it reading
even if yours could heal my sores
mine would be all i'm needing

i like your whole style of no style
nothing to do with form or function
you say it's not a one way street
when i see you at every junction

to be honest, it fills me with fear
hitting like becoming my being
then i will get roped into even more
when less is all i'm seeing

because this group is the real world, on a page, in cyberspace. My mind isn't real, because you can't see it, and it can't hit the like button for me. I must be as insane as you think i am.


It tickles my pickle to see the same poets that pointed at me years ago writing the same exact poem over and over. Talking about writers block like it's real. I stick to my guns and my guns are automatic. If you have a block, you're not a writer. You are still used for building though. Building what you hate, building what i love. I know some are blocks of ****, but they fertilize, at least. Thank you truly. If you hadn't kept putting me to sleep, i wouldn't have had so many awakenings. I do see the good, in blocks. One thing about a big block is that it gets cut into pieces, to make smaller blocks. Then you get mixed in with other blocks that you want no part of. I guess then, you and the other blocks just stand for that one building. You know...the 1 million square foot ranch. It has a basement, but no upstairs.