Please keep yourself safe from the bird flu. Do not drink out of bird baths and do not drink after your parrot. Your parrot may have a late night friend, that you don't know about.

Check around your house for bird feathers. They might be sneaking in through a window.

There is also bat flu and pig flew.

Stay Safe!

This nursery rhyme is right on time
even though the crib is full of grease and grime
all you gotta do is open your eyes and mind
i'm gonna find some stuff mother goose left behind

little boy blue was an irritating brat
he frightened the baby and the cat
always blowing his **** horn
his mom wanted to bury him in the corn

jack sprat could eat no fat
because his wife wouldnt let him
she sat on jack and he went splat
she'd wanted to eat him since she'd met him

jack and jill went up the hill
they were looking for a thrill
jill got slipped a funny pill
jack smoked crack and is missing still

The crucifixion of another belief
let's put good sense up on the cross
we will just carry on with no relief
as we continue to pay the cost

we are so tangled in the laws of gods
we should have better laws of man
let's fight fate and go against the odds
and keep denying what we understand

he held up a dead coyote
like he had just won first prize
smiling from ear to ear
a look of pride in his eyes

the caption said "predator control"
which brought a question to my mind
if we call survival being a predator
then what do we call our kind?

I am so worried about this nation
nation of fear and damnation
damnation with no salvation
salvation from annihilation
annihilation is our own creation
creation for our own sensation
sensation for our own elation
elation in our own ovation
ovation of our own temptation
temptation leads to our fixation
fixation of our own formation
formation led to accusation
accusation of our own predation
predation on our conservation
conservation wasted by alteration
alteration of our ideation
ideation that had no complication

I get so high
I look up past the sky
I look back down
and I wonder why
I'm somewhere in between
I'm almost in a dream
monsters make me laugh
angels make me scream
I get so low
nowhere down to go
I look back up
and I just don't know
whether I will defy
what is right before my eyes
devils wear a path
angels wear a disguise

have a seat and see these majestic creatures
reduced to only a beastly feature
they follow the lead of the keepers
freedom will never be their teacher

she screamed for over six hours
in between the pushing strains
she cried out to higher powers
but she wouldn't trade these labor pains

she gave birth to a healthy boy
she saw the world within his eyes
so happy with her bundle of joy
he was worth all of her cries

she loved him with every breath
he was her shining light
she held him with a soft caress
she wouldn't let him leave her sight

16 years down the road...

something inside him had changed
he was distant, senses dulled
the close bond was now estranged
the loving mother's hands still pulled

"i hate you! never touch me!"
"i never want to see your face again"
he stormed out and slammed the door
the labor pains will never end

The best thing we can say is "I don't know"

It is also the hardest thing for a lot of folks to say. They like to think they know things, but a lot of the time thinking you know something keeps you from learning.

The television blinds us from seeing
the real ways of the human being
it only brings falseness to our minds
these are such troubled times

leaders speak of peace, while killing
those words are only filling
convicted of their human crimes
these are such troubled times

preachers preach, but ears won't listen
there's something gone, something's missing
so many caught up in life's binds
these are such troubled times

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

Living in a world of confusion
confusing words of transfusion
transfused, with a simple conclusion
conclusive to living a delusion

it's a story of a new creation
created out of a liars frustration
frustrated without a new translation
translating to a new declaration

It must be just like an addiction
addicted to a life of fiction
fictional words, then a new depiction
depicting your contradiction

We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
that love will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in

I am keeping these journals just in case something may happen to me someday. I want the world to know of my work. I want them to understand me.


How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...

I rarely ever have any remorse for torturing and killing people. They have it coming to them, mostly. I say mostly because sometimes I do feel like such suffering and then death is too harsh of a punishment for sins like gluttony, or sloth. I mean, I can't go around killing people just because they are fat, or they sit around a lot. Some people have problems and I always try to consider that. The only reason that I **** so many overweight people and people on welfare is that they are easier to get to. I have found that low income housing and welfare apartments are good places to do "my work". The cops just don't care about them. I also punish my share of rich people, but I have been labeled a racist and sociopath. HAHAHA! Me. A racist! Even as dark as my skin is....of course, they don't know that.

I always know as soon as I see someone whether they must die or not. I can't really explain, but it's just a feeling that I get, and it's like a movie plays in my mind. I can see their life. I can see the bad and good they do. Some people do a whole lot of good, but they still must be punished. The rules are simple. If they have broken any of the Seven Deadly Sins, they must be punished, then killed. I have seen the movie and felt the truth every single time...besides one...just once. I call her Aurora, Goddess of the Morning Dawn. That was the first time I seen her, at dawn. I never believed in a Goddess until I seen her. She has to be, because I have never seen a woman so beautiful. I have also never not gotten the movie from the Lord. I only ever really get to see her in the morning.

She leaves her apartment every night at about nine. I have followed her many times, but I have never found out where she goes. The problem is, I have my work to do. Every time I try to follow her, she walks into a pretty bad neighborhood of drugs, strip bars, and casinos. I don't make it far in those neighborhoods before my senses go crazy. I am always left to do my work, while she strolls on so beautifully. I often wonder if she does the same thing that I do. I wonder if that's why I can't sense anything from her. Maybe that's also why she goes into the same area almost every night. I wonder how many of us are here and working for God. She is special either way. I just haven't been able to figure it out exactly. I do feel like she is meant to be near me for some reason.

Eyes of the greenest dawn
a heavenly scent, sunlight spawn
to your door I am always drawn
only to find you gone

My morning mystery light
the sun rises at your sight
you make my days shine bright
but a creature of the night?

In the red corner - me
in the blue corner - life

this isn't a fair fight
there was no sparring or training
I had to come out swinging right from the bell
absorbing every jab that life throws

just waiting for the knockout punch

still dancing and going toe to toe
throwing haymakers left and right
I try to keep my guard up
hoping somehow to win by decision

side-stepping punches
ducking and weaving
uppercut uppercut uppercut
I dropped my guard, and there goes my mouthpiece

ding!

saved by the bell

I still have a few rounds to go...

in an old burlap sack
he kept his "fancy things"
remnants of a life not coming back
dead flowers and wedding rings

in his pounding chest
he could still feel the pain
sometimes the worst is for the best
sometimes a loss becomes a gain

the angel of
the strangest love
wraps her feathery wings around me

the danger of
the strangled dove
delicate wings surround me

It's not a blessing
it is more like a curse
a life of bad decisions
only makes it worse

it's like a lesson
their pain through my verse
I can't think clear enough
to put my thoughts first

Please help me spread the word. This polar shift is really about to get bad. Human kind may not survive. The wobbling,  earthquakes, meteors and flooding is going to be so violent that it might split this earth. The ice shelf is already falling into warmer water and layers of our atmosphere are gone. There will be so many tornadoes and lightning storms that you won't survive in a home or building. If you want to survive, you better go under ground, in higher elevations of hills and mountains. The oceans will flood the USA 200 miles into land. There will be a billion dead bodies floating and on land. This will be getting bad around February 4th or so, when planet 9 makes an appearance beside the sun. The push and pull will make this planet wobble so bad, that there will be waves 50 feet high in places 200 miles from shore. Rivers will rise to three times higher flood levels than their highest flood levels ever. Wild animals will be attacking people. Look at the clouds near you and they have a purple tint. That's energy and gases that will turn to fire, possibly. Please....help the innocent ones.  There will be no water for to drink, and not much food. It is like the US government is not going to help, and will probably be killing. This whole storm will last thousands of years. This is not a joke. I have worked with energy fields since I was a kid, and was amazed by magnets and electricity and I used to help my step father work on tube radios and televisions. I also used to manipulate a giant satellite dish and I would watch NASA stuff up in Ohio, in the 80s. I watched polar shifts happen and it can turn a planet into a gas planet, and possibly a black hole. I have no doubt that it will happen, and it is speeding up now. The pole shift is slow at first, then it speeds up. Then the planet will abruptly stop. I don't even know what advice to give, because no one will have control besides the rich and the violent. We won't even see the same, as our eyes will be switched to different frequency. This is going to be pure terror. I hope that you survive. I don't like poetry reading, but I know that some of you are a lot like me. We feel things differently. I will post some links to some videos that will tell the safest places. The guy really seems like he knows what he is talking about, and he knows more than I do. Please, shelter the innocent from the death and mayhem.

smugness covers only skin
but it can't cover what's within
when there's nothing left to win
why would we want to live again?

smugness smothers other men
the stuff we cover with a grin
we are the same without within
but we would rather play pretend

he sits all alone
in a smoky dusty bar
in a twilight zone of his own
he counts the neon stars

he isn't anywhere
and he isn't going anywhere

he sits by himself
as another day passes
like the bottles on the shelf
and the empty glasses

basic thoughts lead to basic things
eventually it turns into a circle

and our minds get trapped inside

I own everything
do you know what that means?
I am like a king
because I own everything

many wants lead to many needs
eventually, leaving you starving

it's like a mental malnutrition

I have everything
but I don't know what life means
to my things I cling
I have everything

i've been living on the fly for a while
a dive from the sky for a sight of the vile
i tried to find out why they can cry with a smile
but they decide to lie and die in denial

they divide the ties and put eyes on trial
hiding behind a blinding pride with guile
buying is their guide to arriving in style
vying for the high life with titles they compile

and i have no way to get home

looks like i'm stuck in the muck and the muddle
out of luck where i was put just to hush in the struggle
cuffed to this crust is just enough to bust my bubble
another **** to fuss and cuss in the dust and rubble

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Show no mercy
Leave no witness

within the confines of defining
definitions are never lost
it's set in stone, there's no combining
it's a line that you can't cross


throw away your dictionary


it's your thoughts they are confining
like a self discovery loss
it's your mind, but they're assigning
another line that you can't cross

clueless versus innocence
there really is no difference
one is polite and one is offensive
neither is based on resistance

do you want to remain nameless?
blameless, i guess is subjective
like a fire pit that remains flameless
our language is defective

every mountain has stories to tell
they've been watching for so many years
seeing every climber that fell
hearing screams with rock face ears

every river knows of the pain
pushing it away into collective bays
washing every hurtful stain
lives are turned to red bank clay

every sun ray does it's job
warming hearts with just one glance
making our chests beat and throb
letting us know we still have a chance

You know it's near the end when the pope atones for abuse of children, by Catholics. They're all about deceit. And wouldn't the idea of what atonement is be defined by the abused? I wonder if they have to kiss his ring. Then he slips them some disease, so they can go to the hospital...which are all ran by Catholics. You can't make this **** up.

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

You have created a monster
turned the ***** too many times
breaking chains, it is free
still cast out for its crimes

walking with arms outstretched
leaving victims as it goes
seemingly on a quest
destination, you never know

footprints where victims lay
symbols of the evil beast
stalking now for new prey
looking for a vengeful feast

Wasted father other
twisted ******* brother
suffer further under
cover crusher mother

patient silent action
stagnant talent tangent
casket habit magnet
vibrant fragment fraction

soulless sister seller
better error dealer
shelter peddler killer
vendor trader dweller

(This is a new style I am working on. I am going to call it a 2-3-4 poem since it must have three, two syllable words in each line, and four lines per stanza. Also, the first and last line of each stanza must end in a rhyme.)

the first time our eyes met
possibilities filled my heart
you smiled at me softly
i could feel that spark

the first time our hearts met
you made my still blood flow
we stayed up late, just talking
about things we didn't know

the first time our skin met
the warmth then filled my veins
we started a fire together
making love in the rain

.
.
.

the first time our egos met
the collision took it's toll
we got lost in the explosion
where did our pieces go?

.
.
.

the last time our eyes met
you were driving away
you looked toward me blankly
with nothing left to say

Curse me
with your beauty
with your eyes
make me feel something
even if it is "cursed"

curse me
with your movements
with your hands
make me want something
even if i cant have it

curse me
with your mouth
your words
tell me something
even if it's untrue

curse me
with your existence
with your being
make me love something
even if love never lasts

curse me

blurry image, out of focus
closing in on hopeless notice
broken glow, prone to coldness
holding on to low the closest

lambent lacking, saddened blackness
lasting facts of tragic practice
shattered glass, facet blasted
passing granted hands the fastest

in a small town in west virginia
in the mountains of secrets kept
where bodies disappear
memories are all that's left

the voices speak in whispers
the desperate cries are hushed
lives are left in disarray
hopeful hearts are crushed

a family gathers in silence
they hang their heads in doubt
on their search forever
for the body of Luke Stout

he still lives in their visions
"i swear i saw him pass"
even though he is still missing
his ghost will always last

This is a true story of a guy a knew from here in town. He is thought to be murdered, and there's a lot of stories of what really happened. The man that is said to have had him murdered, is in prison for having another guy from town murdered. The rumor is that he has said they will never find Luke's body. His family is still looking for him.

caught up in the trends
is the means to an end
as we pick up our pens
remember trends never bend

the message that it sends
there's no thoughts to defend
protecting from the winds
it's our own fire that we tend

He might be a little hairy
but to me he isn't scary
we hang out in the woods
and run through the prairie

we explore the country side
while we just play and hide
letting instinct be our guide
bushy tailed and wild eyed

that's how i spend my time
with the fuzzy friend of mine
carefree as we play and climb
beneath the moon and sunshine

we never have a single worry
as we jump and as we scurry
we are never in a hurry
me and Mr Furry

he's such a sweet
such a sweet old man
he's a treat even though his feet smell like dead meat
an old ham

such a sweet old man
still ain't taking no **** wooden nickels!
his hands and creases smell like really dill pickles...

or pickle juice, as he says, because pickles make their own juice
i swear he thinks cucumbers are made from pickles
i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting

a place where you don't have to buy pickles to get good pickle juice

such a sweet old man
10 dead animals living with him, if you include his wife, and the 3 dead rats in the traps
the other dead animals didn't matter anyhow...
they were all HER pets, just as he once was her pet

he's also going to die soon
and not matter

it doesn't bother the sweet old man one bit though
what bothers him is losing his pickle juicer when his wife died
he was sure he put it the root cellar...
on the 17th floor
of the hospital he lives in now

i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting
such a sweet old man deserves heaven
the magnitude of the real pickle juice alone, that was better than pickle juice from the old days

when pickles were pure and pickle juice didn't have vinegar!

made that sweet old man's eyes light up and his heart flutter
he giggled, then he died so gently

such a sweet old man
dying gently

such a sweet old man
never did take no **** wooden nickels!
old ham
life never hurt him and death gently tickles

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.

One day you will turn around and see something that scares you into submission. It will be your polar opposite. All of those bad thoughts that you don't admit, are alive inside of your polar opposite...and they don't hold anything back. The first thought that comes to your mind will not be acted upon...your polar opposite always goes with the first thought. Bad people will see the light, and good people will see what the bad people used to see.

telling too many terrible twisted tales
running riders right off resistant rails
selling sailors sailboats without sails
flipping forbidden findings til it flails

bending bedlam beast of burdens bound
killing king kind is kindly crowned
selling seats to such sights and sound
feeling the fallen fears are found

vending voracious vindictive vices
paying predictable pragmatic prices
selling substituted selected slices
drumming on dormant distant devices