Yesterday
I walked to
The familiar
Open space

At the beginning
Of the trail

The birds flying
Around me

I thought to myself
What it would be like
To meet the Yeti here

To enjoy the berries
He enjoys
And to talk with him

He knows what it
Is like to live life alone
And so do I

There is peace there
In nature
Amongst the trees

And everyone always asks
How everyone is
But no one knows
How anyone else is

We just keep saying,
"How are you?"A
And that's good
It's good to be polite

I just say "good"
Or "pretty well"
But one could never know
How I am

I'll tell you how I am
And what I feel
At the dentist

There is the most beautiful
And caring receptionist
Melissa is her name

And I wish I could spend
Thanksgiving with her
To spend time with her
And just have a good time

And give her a hug
She has the most loving smile
I think I have ever seen

So much so that I am
Taken aback
Even when I look at her

Well I had a friendly conversation
With her
And that will have
To suffice

The beautiful women
Come and go

There is no female friend
That's fine

What we desire
We often do not get
And that is okay

I'll just go
On a hike
Into the mountains

I don't care
About meeting
Any female friends

I won't be here
For Thanksgiving

Walking through an
Empty world
Full of emptiness

Thinking one day
That someone
Might return
The love

That I have
Given to just
About everyone
I have ever met in life

And so I go to the gym
And then to the mountains
It's just another day

Remember
Everything can change
In an instant

Life will become hard
Very hard in America

I hope someone
Out there
Thinks this is
A good poem

Or good thoughts

Not really a poem I guess

I wonder how many hours
Of their lives
They wasted
In front of the
Idiot box?

This glass
Of Ovaltine
Could use
A bit more
Ovaltine
Be right back

Okay, back
I'd like to smash
That television

Just smash it for fun
Not out of anger

Television is fine
Now and again

But it's what they watch
Lame movies

Watch something interesting
For a change

I live a life
Completely
And utterly alone

I think I would feel
This way

Even if I had more friends

Listening to lectures on Youtube
Hitting golf *****

Or wandering around
And enjoying the beauty
Of public parks

I also enjoy popped corn

She was talking about
Monday being "**** day"

Because of the three day week

She couldn't wait for
The four day weekend

So stupid

My whole life
Is one vacation

Monday equals Saturday

Time does not
"March on"

It is not linear
It is not pushed
By some drill sergeant
Shouting orders

Time Is cyclical

I'm thankful
For a home
Food and water
Showers

My Ipad
Friends and family

Because I know
In an instant

Our whole way of life
Can change

Get Some Real Food

There is never much
Chicken, fish, or turkey here

If there is some
It doesn't last long

I resort to eating
The canned beans and salmon
I have

Go to the market
Get some real food

What's the point really
Of life

Is it just a show
Some type of movie

I'm a good person
I'm kind to people

And what do you get
For that?

Nothing really

Just contentment
From knowing you are kind

And it pleases me
That I am kind
And loving

But I'm still alone

Life is lonely

I just ate a canned fruit bowl

It's a Saturday night

I decided I'm just going
To work part time
For the rest of my life

And live in my parent's home

What's the point really
In working 40 hours a week?

F* that

I'll work thirty a week
I don't care

You can call me lazy

I need my rest

Why do they call it work
Anyway

Not like I "do"
Anything

I just implement
The program

The program that exists
Between the ringing
Of the bells

I would like
A female companion

But I've learned
That the chances
Of that happening
Are very small

I guess I'll watch
Another Youtube video
Again

I wish I had
Fun roommates

For Thanksgiving
I will walk around parks
Aimlessly

It doesn't matter
How many worthless
Paper dollars
You may have

If you belong
To a country club

All that matters
Is If you have food
Clothing and water

If you can persevere
And be good
Be good to
Your fellow man

As everything collapses
As our society collapses
Yep

Sure enough
The economy will collapse
One day

The Day The Money Failed
I Just laughed

Everyone got upset
Their precious money
Had no more value

Not even as valuable
As toilet paper

At least
Toilet paper
Has a function

The day the money failed
It didn't matter
If you had 100,000
Or 10,000

The economy had shut down
Everyone was eating food rations

It won't be long
When the money fails

I'll just laugh

Maybe a woman
Could like a kind
And caring man

Like me one day

I don't know

Maybe I'm not strong
Enough
Or I don't look
A certain way
And I don't have
Enough money

Or something

No time
Or money to
Date anyhow

Better not to worry
About these things

Just store canned foods
For when
Everything gets bad here
In America

Another Saturday night
Alone

Trying to fix my shoulder

No friends
Or warm hugs
No companionship

I suppose it will be
This way
For the rest of my life

A brain
Floating in space
Attached to a body

That is not loved or cared for

We will enter a difficult time
For America soon
I think

Yes I did cry
I cried because
Of the love

This man shows

With people
He is kind
And caring

"Haji"
He abbreviates his name
His full name is Hajime

For five years he has
Worked on my car

Meticulous
Japanese car specialist

This is to say
Thank you

I said his name
And I cried
Because he is
A truly good man

You can never die

I see he has
A picture
Of a wise Buddhist teacher
On his wall

Thank you
For all you have done
For me my friend

I was asked
If I knew what "TGIF" meant

I responded I was one
Of these people that
Enjoyed Monday as
Much as Friday

The western man does
Not understand
Work without effort

Monday is the same
As Friday
Same Sun
Same moon

It's the same
During the week
I may stand
At the job site

On Friday evening
I may stand at the gym
Same difference

There is nothing special
About a Friday

If you are working
If you are acting
You are losing
You have bought into
What you are being sold
What you are being told

Thank goodness
Thank goodness for Monday
T.G.I.M.

When Things Get
Terrible

When things get bad

I'll look out for myself

Even if it means
Forgetting dad

You save your own skin
Because nobody cares

Nobody will be
There to comfort you
Or to say "there there"

Life is terrible
And never fair

And when China has
Dropped the bomb

Or another nation too
Everyone will
Be terrified
And won't know
What to do

As for me
I could really
Give a f*

I'll maybe be
With Bill
My old marine neighbor

We shall try our luck
Bill is a tough old bird
And not that religious too

But you are a good guy
And I would look out for you

I can see
Maybe a terrible time
Coming
For this country

Let it come
Let it come

I've been through
Enough terrible times
I'm ready for more

The day my father dies
I won't care at all

I'll remember he
Was sometimes decent

But a rude
And obnoxious idiot
Most of all

I'll remember
All the hateful
Mean and small
Things that he said

And like Carlton
From that
Fresh Prince episode

I'll be at the funeral
"Just to make sure he's dead"

Hahahaha

I won't be here during
The holidays
I don't care at all

I hate this place

There is me
And there
Is my shoulder

It has a personality
And a space
All it's own

It does not have
A place to call home

It exists
On the left side of me

Farther left
Than it should be

I don't know
Why I ended up
This way

Left back a bit
More developed
Than right

But it will be okay
Just a body anyway

Returning to the source
Is stillness
Which is the way of nature

With an open mind
You will be open hearted

Being divine
You will be at one with The Tao

Empty Vessel
Keep looking

What it there?
Emptiness

An end of desire

They rule by force
When they do
The tao is lost

Controlling
Brings trouble
To the land

The Tao of Heaven
Is work without effort

I waved out the window
On the drive home

To the man
In front of the big home
With the dog
"Nice dog sir!"

I yelled to him
He appreciated it
It looked like

You know people
Let's be more light hearted
After all

We all just have
One life to live

There are times
To be serious
Times to be light hearted

Times to grieve
Times to persevere
Times to live
With love
In our hearts

These
Are the times
The times
They come
And come
And come

Are we living in the
End of Times?

I know life is hard
But it's okay
Just pray to Jesus
On this day

It may sound simple
May sound dumb
But Jesus is the One

I'm not here to preach
Or to tell you what to do
I'm just sayin'

Love is good for you

My vacation time
Will be spent

Reading and observing
In a public park

I could never understand
Why people always said
"Happy Friday"

That day feels
The same day as
Monday to me

And it is the same

I see no need
To try to save
For a apartment
Of my own

I make about
Twice the minimum wage

Content to live here
I suppose

And inherit the house
One day

I hate living here
In this place

I am tired of these people

We never get to leave
Our parent's homes

There are no good jobs
No decent pay

Of the politics
And the negativity

I'm sure sick
Of mine

I sure don't like
It here

I decided one day
I was tired
Of this body

Tired of the God
Who never cared

Who could not
Send doctors
Or therapists
To help me

Who left me
Standing over there

Akward and alone
And so
I write
A final poem

Tired of waiting
For a Jesus
Who never comes

I think I'll jump
Off a mountain
And won't it be fun

It's hard to have an akward body
To wish you could change it
But you can't

And why is my left shoulder
Why is my left back
Larger than my right?

I suppose I will never know
I always exercised the right way

Just a body after all

It's gone
It's gone

The day is gone

You live today
The right way
And it is replaced
By the next day

This poem is for
The people

Who try to do
The right thing
Everyday

The world is an empty place
Full of times

And what is so great
About all of it anyway

I am dull
And without desire

No woman to hold
To comfort me
Or care

No woman
To say "there there"

Diogenes masturbated
In the public square

A citizen of the world
He did not care

About material things

Morality implies
A return
To the simplicity of nature

He thought

His philosophy
Similar to
The wisdom
That Lao Tzu taught

And if I lived in his time
I'd ******* with him
We'd both feel fine

Do I worship a God

Who will not fix me?
A God who doesn't care?

I spent years
Praying to Jesus

Seems He wasn't there

Just fix my akward shoulder

This is all I ask

Why should it be
Such a difficult task?

Now I know
What the hunchback
Felt like

The one who hailed
From Notre Dame

Walking on the streets
So ugly and so lame

Jesus healed people
When he lived
But he won't heal me

I have tried everything
Even physical therapy

My left shoulder
Is bigger than my right

And sometimes I cry about it at night

I write honest poetry
So you can see
The pain that lives
Inside of me

I dedicate this poem to
All people who suffer from
Physical problems

I hate stupid people
Lazy stupid people
That ask stupid questions

And do nothing
With their entire lives

Pointless lives

They deserve to be buried
In unmarked graves

Never contributing
To the good of the community

Never working
Or doing something
That benefits society

Pretending to be Christian

I have to live with a stupid
And lazy person

This is just to say
F* you
You piece of
Human garbage

She asked if I was
Taking out loans

It's junk mail
You idiot

Yes,
I'm taking out
Thousands of dollars
Worth of loans

When there is no full time
Employment

"We're having a debate tonight"

She said to me

And who really cares

I would rather sit in a tree

American politics are a total bore

Republicans and Democrats

Can you hear me snore?



I think most politicians could care less

About the American people

I decided one day
To leave this place

The therapist
Didn't give me much notice

I guess she is just a liar
A liar

Who never really cared
My best friends don't call either

I'm tired of the emptiness
And loneliness

And so I'm driving off
On this day

Taking the rental car
Matt has gone away

I decided I don't like life
Anymore

Decided everything
Was a meaningless bore

Forget this creator
This Jesus that never cared

Who never brought my female friend
Who was going to give me a hug
Or say "there there"

F* human life
The pointlessness
Of it all

I'm climbing up a mountain
Tonight

I'm going to have
A great fall

10,000 feet above the ground
I walk toward the edge

A step, a step, another step

And then I'll fall and be dead

Hedonists live for ***
And pleasure
Doing what they do

In this life
You soon find out
How much you

Are really f* *******

I loved everyone
But no one really ever loved me

I do have one good friend

But I have found out
What a f up place

This can be

Banned from one chat room
Forgot my password for another

And now I can't log in to either

So I say Oh brother

Somebody wake me up
From this dream

Is this life real?

Oh that's right
It's just a movie scene

One scene moves to
The next scene

Until the body dies

I cry upon my wooden desk
People are full of lies

The therapist
Who went away
Married a fatso
Okay?

He's not fit like me
But women love guys
With a bunch of money

There is no when night
Turns into day

A student said the Matrix
Was his favorite movie

And it's one of mine too
Okay?

I don't want to feel
Anything
Just want to be left
Alone

Just want to sit in my room
And write these **** poems

I won't be respectful or nice
To the one who paid the price

All we do is suffer here
Jesus I find it queer

How many thousands of years
Do we have to wait for your return?

The suffering saints
Growing wearing
And waiting each day

When will Jesus come
To make the pain go away

My shoulder bothers me
But Jesus doesn't seem to care

I'm the guy you see
Standing alone
Standing over there

At the gym I'm on
The bike

I watch the members pass by

And as I walk out the door
I look up at the sky

No community of professional
I'm just a sub after all

I am a dull
And akward man
I stand about 6 feet tall

I want to share my poems somewhere
With women who would care
Who would hug  me
And say there there

And the movies all
A F** lie
That has not life has
Been for me

No joking with friends
Or any type of
Social community

No money to date
Or to do anything fun

For exercise
I sometimes run

Just go on suffering
That's what the Buddha says

Don't try to stop it
After all
One day
We'll all be dead

Friends and family
All loved ones
They will one day
Pass away

It's just human life
It's not that special
Okay

The same dull frown

I just sit at parks
I don't make a sound

Miserable life
What a dump

Don't eat fattening foods
Or they will make you plump

I am paid twice
The minimum wage
To tell people
To write words
On a page

I press my shoulder
Into the ground
A small grunt
I make
Can you hear the sound?

I have a message
For the architect
Of This Matrix

I find this simulation
Dull, Boring, meaningless

I prayed to the Savior
The One who is
Is the Sacrifice
For our sins

He would not
Fix my shoulder
That's fine

I'm not complaining
Alot of people have it worse

I want companionship
And a female friend

I want my prayers answered
And I am making demands

But they probably won't be
The creator is just
A clockmaker

He designed the program
And watches it run

I understand
I don't pray to HIm
Anyhow

I pray to Jesus
Jesus knows what
It is like to suffer

In the human form

The trinity
Is a confusing concept
To the most erudite
Of Biblical scholars

In a year or so
I bet we will be at war
With Russia

America will collapse
And be in ruins

No future here

No country clubs
No vacations

American dreams shattered

And can you see
The starving masses

It will be
The third world
America

Food and gas being rationed

Human history
Is full of pain
And loss
And struggle

The period
Of prosperity
In this country

Has been coming
To an end
For quite some time now

Underground bunkers
Drones

It won't be
"A nice time"
Like mom always says

I'll just go sit
Under a tree

Happy to sit there
Alone
Like always

My prayer unanswered
My female friend
Never came

Maybe digging into
The ground
For little grubs

Mmmm protein
All the canned foods
Will run out
At a certain point

Maybe they have some stored
At the monastery

I grow tired
I grow weary
Of human life

I want a new experience
One time just to have
A conversation with
A caring woman

I'd like for my shoulder
To improve a bit more

Besides that I'm fairly content

Another Night

ALONE

Even watching
People yell and scream

Is bothersome
To a man of Tao

It is an entertaining
Television Series

Called "Red Oaks"
On Amazon video

But there is too much
Bickering
Too many stressed out people

I do not like
How isolating
American life is

I think it is stupid

I see the ***** babes
With beautiful bottoms

At the market
I want to see them naked

I want to be intimate

I need to learn
How to be suave
Or something

Or maybe if I had
A bunch of money
Lol

Sometimes I go to the shower
Sometimes I put on clothes
Sometimes I go to work

Sometimes I listen to lectures
Sometimes I listen to podcasts

Sometimes I wish I had a girlfriend
Sometimes I enjoy golf

All these times
Make up my life

These are the times
Of my life

Isn't a joy
And Isn't it fun
To listen to a podcast
And sit on my ***

Our Economy is dying
It's plain to see
The American middle class
Is not what it used to be

And when the markets
Our out of food
The people
Will scream and shout

No one to help them
No one to bail them out

Did you store your canned foods
And what about extra clothing too?

If you didn't see the signs
Of the times

Shame on you

There is a hard time coming
It will be here
Whether in February or May

Good people
Are always good
Good to the end of days

Food
Water
Hot showers
Clothing
Shelter

The essentials

Don't take them
For granted

Hopefully
You'll never have to find out

What life is like without them

The chaturbate cams
Are up again

People are *******
And it's no sin

Would you like to try it too?

Set up your cam
Grab a *** toy
Let's see what you can do

One day I determined
That life is just a bunch

Of things that happen to me

I live inside the mind
That is the only place to be

They say Lincoln did too
And Lincoln was an important man
Dedicated to preserving the Union
Through and through

You know I find this life quite strange
Some type of game

Don't be too trusting of people
This I know

I learned this
From their actions
You know

I feel akward and out of place
I hope to be a recepient
Of God's grace

I am not completely symmetrical
But that's okay
It's just a human body anyway

Happy Sunday to everyone here

A terrible time is coming to America
So say the seers

The man of Tao
Seems dull
And confused

He is not driven on
By some shouting voice

Aimless and wandering

The customer service representative
Was a bit obnoxious

"What you can do
Is have a seat over there
For me please"

Okay?

I sat after a few moments

He just could have said,
"You are welcome
to have a seat, if you would like"

It's fine

What a terrible job
Working at a rental car place

A hierarchy of sales representatives
Trying to climb some ladder

I got the car
So I have it to go to work tomorrow

Drive carefully
Extra carefully
I remind myself

The car is a big boat
A big unwieldy Camry boat
Blah

Wish they would have had a Jetta there

What Happened To Friends?

Another day alone
Another weekend at the gym

No friends close by
To speak of

I used to have three friends
Now just one

Another isolated
Southern Californian

My goodness
This is dumb

I'll listen to podcasts
Then go driving again

Pleasuring oneself
Should be no sin

The doomsday clock
Three minutes before
The midnight hour

Many people believe
In a higher power

Could we be closer
To the end of days?

Life is fragile
So they say

And when
The final day
Has come

I just want a hug
I want to love someone

I hope a woman out there
Would give me a hug here

Just hug me
And say you like me

Hehe

A loving female friend
I have not found
And probably never will

My shoulder remains akward
Yes---Still

I guess God
Is a clockmaker
And doesn't even care

Happy to leave me deformed
And alone
Standing over there

A bit of a joke
Life must be

Look at my shoulder
And you can see

I want women
To be be mean
To me

To laugh at
Me too

I guess women will
Always ignore me

There is nothing I can do

I'm tired of my stupid shoulder

Tired of being alone

In life we decay

Each day

And I write these poems

Not handsome

Or good looking

And nobody cares

No woman to date

No woman to say there there

And the creator God

Sent Jesus

He sent his Son

But Jesus won't

Cure my shoulder

And it's no fun


So listen
You Jesus guy
Listen up

I'm tired of your ****
And I've had enough

I'm thankful for all the pain
You had to bare

My whole life
I've shown great love
And kindness

And great care

Now I have something
I would like to share

Three days you have
To fix my shoulder

Or I am going to
Jump right off
A big tall boulder

This peak reaches
10,000 feet
Toward the sky

Just wanted
A woman
To hug me

Wanted to know why
I have to spend
My whole life alone

So I write this poem

If you don't heal my shoulder
And do what I said

I'll be at the bottom
Of that 10,000 foot mountain
And f** dead!

I'm not altogether serious
But it's kind of true

Sometimes I entertained
These bad thoughts
Sad but true

I don't like feeling
Akward in my own skin

It's a terrible feeling
Feels horrible within

I want two even shoulders
You Jesus guy

Or I will jump
Into the sky

10,000 feet
Down I will fall

No female friend
Loved me

No one at all

The toidy bowl was broken
So I came up with a plan

To squat down
In the backyard

And bury my business
In the sand

The solid movement
Was over

Soon it was done

And with a grin
I smiled
And said "Now that was fun!"

Women are having ***
At this very hour
Oh my gosh

Lol
How ****** of them

Some are pleasuring themselves

And some are playing with
Their vibrators and Oh Mi Bods

And I'm in bed
Eating a bowl of kidney beans

Lol women ignore
Dorks like me

The morning
Clear and cool
Some seagulls
Fly overhead

Just be kind
Be caring

It was all there from the beginning

Tat Tvam Asi means

"You are it"

The self is identifiable
With Ultimate Reality
Which is the ground
Of all phenomena

Effortless action

I met kind and caring women today

One day I hope to
Have a companion

Who is a caring woman

Kind women

Are everywhere

I love their beautiful smiles
And beautiful eyes

One day I hope to meet
A female friend

And pleasure her
Between her thighs