an obituary page
used aluminum foil
whiskey bottle
glimpse of a shadow
shadow of a man

forever stuck there
orange and yellow leaves
crumpled breath
muttering

aching heart
aching feet
wandering nowhere

tuesday songlist

listening to the tune of the breeze
she sings to me through needles and leaves
nature's song can be seen in the trees
when they sway with me to her beat of ease

Object of game - to draw a circle around two words of equation. Then you must land other equations within that circle while it is spinning, without knocking the original equation off the globe oops i mean board. Shut up!

Rules - See object

Way to win - we tell you later

Grand prize - everything!

good
-------
bad

or choose your own words!

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

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

1) I change my mind

2) my mind changes me

He was the type of guy that would let you know if he didn't agree with something you said or did

I liked that about him.

So I said and did things that he didn't agree with

Now he wants to **** me.

she said we could last forever
all she wanted was my hand to hold
love can change, just like weather
turning so windy and cold

sheets of rain soak to the core
lightning strikes us in the hearts
washing away the love we swore
this typhoon has torn us apart

If an ugly duckling turns into a swan
would the least species then be none?
forgetting aesthetics and swimming on
left to ponder on this pond

take a gander at a goose
what's good for you is what you choose

If an ugly duckling turns into a swan
would the least species then be gone?
who chooses how beauty lines are drawn?
we're all the same in this pond

If an ugly duckling turns into a swan
would the lesser species then be none?
forgetting aesthetics and swimming on
left to ponder on this pond

take a gander at a goose
what's good for you is what you choose

If an ugly duckling turns into a swan
would the lesser species then be gone?
who chooses how beauty lines are drawn?
we're all the same in this pond

It's hard to be strong
when your energy is depleted
I still carry on
still undefeated

(I can't find much hope
in thoughts that I re-visit
makes it hard to cope
with what is and what isn't)

these wounds will never heal
unless they are treated
I stay hard as steel
I stay undefeated

"familiarity breeds contempt"
the same goes for game invites

A union man
makes his plan
with an idle hand

one million belong
one million strong
one million wrong

we have your back, just pay your dues
we will give the answers to all the clues

we will tell you when to work or strike
we will write your good book and be god-like

you will become a scab if you dont conform
just sign this and be safe from the storm

walkout turns to lockout and un-employment
out of work as you watch the scab deployment

A union man
makes his plan
with an idle hand

one million belong
one million strong
one million wrong

we believe we are free
as they tighten the chains
i'm talking about the powers that be
controlling and washing our brains

they just don't want us to see
how love can **** all pains
i'm talking about the universal key
the key that unlocks the chains

living life like a photograph
I am captured in that moment
a record of images of the past
the black and white of atonement

the negatives scroll through my mind
by now, I guess I get the picture
a flash frame from that place in time
on this wall, I am a fixture

living life like a photograph
it's on my wall, then I own it
a snapshot of images of the past
a still frame of atonement

living life like a photograph
I am captured in that moment
a record of images of the past
the black and white of atonement

the negatives scroll through my mind
by now, I guess I get the picture
a flash frame from that place in time
on this wall, I am a fixture

living life like a photograph
it's on my wall, then I own it
a snapshot of images of the past
a still frame of atonement

I never cared about a movie queen
big explosions or charlie sheen
a celebrity doesn't fit in my scene
and i don't care about a pregnant teen

reality tv isn't real at all
i have no time for the casting call
i won't bother to install
a cable jack in my wall

hollywood has nothing for me
i don't give a **** about MTV
my own reality is what i see
so right there is where i'll be

there's nothing on the television
televised corporate decision
deciding how your mind is driven
driving you to falsely envision
envisioning a different condition
conditioning you for their provision
providing you with another addition
adding up to your submission

solely engrossed, slow to emotions
prone to be a soul that is broken
lowly focus, frozen devotion
vocal notions erode when unspoken

(doing fine, i lie with a smile
while i fight my own quiet trial
i clear my head, i'm alright for a while
but
a mind that is clear is a mind in denial)

goal, avoidance of a throat opened
my vocal notions will go unspoken
choking on the voices stolen
prone to be a soul that is broken

burning me inside
these thoughts that i keep
makes it hard to smile
makes it hard to sleep

this curse of mine
i am dying inside
within my consciousness
there's nowhere to hide

my feelings and thoughts
are eating me alive
makes it hard to live
makes it hard to survive

living lives of contradiction
where the facts are turned to fiction
we are the cause because we are the system
we are the killers, we are the twisted

misunderstanding is our affliction
where a touch is turned to friction
we are the burn because we are the symptom
we are the killers, we are the victims

i have no real dreams to speak of
i speak of my nightmares even less
i am just trying to reach the peak of
that mountain, where i am blessed

material goals aren't what i talk of
spiritual goals, i talk of more
i am just trying to walk the walk of
those spirits who walked before

I want to take a new route
away from the one way street
I want to find that place
where two hearts can meet

I want to run through the grass
I want to swim in the creek
I want to fly so high
then fall into love so deep

within my own vicinity
i search for simple serenity
tending to my own tendencies
mending without amenities

sick and twisted remedies
a bitter sweet identity
my slit-wristed entities
the enemies of my memories

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

We teach our soldiers to follow commands instead of their own hearts.

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.

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.

Anger
sometimes it burns
a passion in a heart that yearns
imperfect
we all have our turns
different ways to speak of concerns
dialect
sometimes it spurns
without understanding of certain terms
emotion
that the heart discerns
is seen only after the understanding returns


Composure
it's hard to keep
to be angry without making a peep
careful
not to get too deep
the price of turbulence isnt cheap
forsaken
the tears you weep
the hill of forgiveness is mighty steep
despised
for your leap
i guess what you sew is what you reap

Treachory of weaponry for over a century
the enemy is gaining energy from all the injuries
mental venture memory without any penalty
trickery of history still causing twisted misery

a whisper delivered by lips of the withered
the disfigured remembers being considered
soon to be severed, the tether is weathered
no endeavor together your life isn't treasured

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

when I have a song to sing, I put it in the breeze
hoping something or someone might listen
how I long to bring my songs to the trees
they might understand my hopeless visions

when I have a song inside, I let it out with pride
I don't mind if the words are in vain
on wings they glide, and in stars they confide
only they can understand my pain

Think of me as an elephant
you cant push me
see me as a turtle
you cant rush me

a portuguese man-of-war
you cant hold me
like a newborn child
you cant scold me

like an eagle soaring
you cant own me
just like a dinosaur
you cant clone me

like a wild stallion
you cant ride me
just like a peacock
you cant hide me

i am like a wolf
you cant pet me
just like a cheetah
you cant get me

like a wild tiger
you cant face me
i am the truth
you cant embrace me

I've fought myself
with my every thought
now there's no doubt
I killed the thing that I fought

I studied the maps
my lies that I bought
I set a lot of traps
it was only me that I caught

swallowed my pride
I was doing as I taught
I looked deep inside
I found the monster that I sought

I used to have feelings
it seems like I even used to smile
so many dealings
I used to, but it's been a while

I used to be positive
I didn't even use the word "never"
life is causative
I haven't felt that way forever

I used to think clearly
my mind was as sharp as a tack
scarred severely
those days aren't coming back

They **** the blood out of everything
only to spit it all over the place
but when they look in the mirror
they cant even see their own face

I want to be all that you're seeing
when your broken heart stops beating
as the living leaves your being
I want to be there to see you bleeding

this dream is never fleeing
I can't seem to ease this seething
as your earthly being is leaving
I want to see you cease from breathing

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

Change the filter, your words are blowing smoke
although, it's so good to get to know a joke
your flow was all for show, so it broke
your punch lines are the same old poke

no open lines without an open mind
the words you spoke are the broken kind
roped in words, full of hoping blind
so many token finds, you need some coping time

(this isn't a jab, and is about saying the same old things, like the old sayings that don't make any sense. Even though they get us nowhere, we still use the same old phrases. I think we do it for a scapegoat, to keep us from having to really think.)

in Ohio state, that place by the lake
I miss those waves and that sandy grate
my dreams are laced with memories made
waiting for a walleye to take my bait

on Edson street, down at the creek
I leaped in just to wet my feet
where steelhead and salmon meet
it's still a dream my memory keeps

Main street beach, out on the pier
we drank in life and drank down beer
we swam to the breakwall without fear
those memories, i still hold dear

inverted purpose, a hurting version
verses for this urban exertion
first curse, the burdened dispersion
worthless service of incursion

perverted circus, a working aversion
reversing the verbal coercion
first thirst, is the verse's assertion
immersed in an urgent excursion

So many are filled with hostility
hostile world, we're living in
in a place of constant volatility
volatile minds, never giving in

this world needs a new possibility
possibly, we can fix this place
place me in a world of viability
viable living for the human race

will we sew the seeds of fertility
fertile growth for all of mankind
mankind needs a brand new civility
civil ways need to be re-defined

(wrote this under my new loop rules)

Volatile vehicle vicarious voice
charting course on changing choice
guilty of your glancing guess
life of listening, liking less

stretched by the stripping strings
waiting with wasted wings
fueled by their falling fears
protected by prospective peers

This is about people that really don't have much of a personality or voice, until a bandwagon comes along that they can jump on.

Victims of Consciousness (please don't be offended...or be offended)

You are a victim of consciousness. A deer has a baby and the baby gets up and walks. A human has a baby and it can't walk for almost a year. That smack on the ***, along with the mother's consciousness does that. You can put a newborn in water and it will swim away. It will come up for air and all. If you believed it would be okay, and walked away, that baby would be okay. That is, if you didn't worry about it dying.

Are we less or more than a deer? Or are we equal?

A hawk could get that baby that is swimming away...that is, if you believe it can happen.

We are programmed in the womb, and in the first 7 years of life. The subconscious "hard drive" is where most spend their minds. Check out my page for some videos of me bending your beliefs. I can't break your belief, because I'd have to change your perception. You are too smart for that, or too stupid.

FOOLS.

Bring me monkey pox and I will eat it.

COVID? Gulp!

Believe in health and not sickness.

FOOLS!

Die or live. Your simple choice.
God wants you to believe in you.

FOOLS!

I am off all heart meds for two years now. I feel better than ever, and I even let snakes bite me

FOOL!
It hurts a little.

you mean everything to me
but I could never give you my full attention
there's too much going on in my mind
things that I can never mention

i'm afraid you wouldn't understand
I must have a missing part
there's a void deep inside
there's a darkness in my heart