It's so easy
Don't you know
To Show the love
That Jesus showed

Or for that matter
Buddha or Lao Tzu

Life flows naturally
When you forget the self
And take the focus off you

Every hour of every day

God this and God that
Shut the f* up

One day He will be saying your name
What did you do on earth?

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

If the world ended tomorrow
I would just say who really cares

I'd just be sitting under a tree

Laughing at all the people
Running here and there

I guess this is the end
I'd say
Oh no

Looks like
I never found
A female friend

And the therapist
Left me

Earth really blows

So if Russia drops a nuke
Or China deploys an EMP

I'll just be the guy
With the akward shoulder

Eating dried apricots
In some random tree

Remain Composed
Do not become angry
In most all situations this is sound advice

For things are often not as bad as they seem
Just let the anger pass

Thank you Seneca
For your words of wisdom

Dr. King
Was murdered
It was carried out by a group of conspirators

In this video
Jessie Jackson is shown
Saying that
He stepped to the side
So that they could have a clear shot

Evil deeds carried out in darkness
Will be brought to light

Sitting at a Starbucks
Always sitting at a Starbucks

Just met A good guy
He knew my grandfather

He lives across the street
From where I am staying

Is anybody out there?
In a world so lonely
In a world so cold

Wish I could have dinner
With somebody
But I don't know anybody

In a world so cold
In a world so cold

What are they talking about
At the Starbucks
Some kind of project

I asked about how his son
Liked the school I went to

We talked about the neighborhood  
For a bit

And he moved on
And he walked on

Blessings to him

In a world so cold

And it's all so tiring
Life in the 21st century

Where have all the people gone
In a world so cold

Won't someone stop by my chair
Won't someone stop by my chair
Somebody stop by my chair

Nobody is stopping by my chair
And I'm all alone again

Feeling like part of the background
In a world so cold

Well at least there is the Internet
And my faith

Dream about female friends
In a world so cold

Did I get some soup?
Why should you care?

Would I like a carrot?
(No, I don't want a carrot, If I wanted one
I would get one myself)

Why do you ask that?
Why should you care?

I'll eat when I please
Go where I please

Did you ever just want
To punch someone
Really hard in the face?

Shut Up
And let me get my dinner

I drive around in my car
Searching for tight female bottoms

I needn't drive far
I tried using my IPad, but
It was not meant to be

Far too big, and clumsy

So with my iPhone
I tried my luck

I missed one opportunity
The other phot was blurry
Shucks

Well, I approach
From the back

And with one small tap

An image of a toned ****
On my screen

So strange and sad
This is part
Of my American Dream

When you are poor
Life can be dull
A bit of a bore

Always alone
No loving embrace
From a woman

And no place
That feels like home

7 o'clock is the walking hour
My therapist spoke
Of her higher power

But she cared most
For money

Better not to speak of her
Let things be

Toned tight butts
In suburban neighborhoods
I will try my luck

No one in my family
Seems to see
We have strayed so far
From what our country was supposed to be

30 years old and dirt poor living at home
Meanwhile DARPA prepares it's drones

We're young and we're poor
We are 20 to 32
We can't find decent jobs

We're tired of living at home with our parents
We are angry!!!

We want our **** American dollars
We want enough to live in a small ****** apartment
And pay off out student loans!

I'm afraid we will not enjoy the same standard of living
As our parents

Our miserable government spends and spends
Until we are drowning in debt

And the Fed prints and prints
Worthless paper dollars!
Hyperinflation

I'm poor and angry
And I'm tired of living here

A meaningless life
Filled with nothing

"Did I get something to eat"

She asks.

Yes, I can see the food

You are the most ignorant, obnoxious person
I have ever met

People like you
Should be sent to India
To work 13 hours
In a sweatshop
Just to make enough money
To survive

Your luxury car impounded

People like you
Get Alzheimers
Because you never use
Your mind

You are one of the laziest
Most obnoxious people
I have ever met

You don't live
But exist
Like a picture on the wall

And I hate to be harsh
But it's true

You are an incredibly stupid
And lazy individual

I won't be here
For the holidays

I am not going to any office
I won't be spending the day at any job site

The old family property
Will be rented out soon
Maybe in a few years

Maybe one day
The apartment
Will be built for me

I say goodbye
To family
They mostly annoyed me

Except for my sister

It's not good to love people
Too much

People get sick
Things happen
They pass on

Life does not make sense
At all
It is not reasonable
Or rational

A woman that I like
Will not go on a date
With me
I will never know her

Maybe in the past
That would have made me
Somewhat sad
Not really anymore

This is 9:35 at Starbucks
September 2017
It looks like 9:35 in 2013

Everything is repeating
In a big cycle

There go the UPS trucks again
What will the next war be about

I am not part of any programs

I have spent nights in my car

I know a guy who has spent
His life as a slave
In an office

In an effort to gain more
Material goods

Once they start
They don't stop
Work that is

Not that there is anything
Wrong with work

Doing things that contribute
To the well-being of others, etc.

I decided that my work
Was not worth it
Because I was paid so little

Well the professional athletes
Are paid millions
To dribble the ball around...

America America Americea
Isn't it a great place?

All these flags
All the time
On cars
On houses

America the beautiful
America that can do no wrong
America the powerful
America that will never fail

Large empires
In the past have decayed
So will America

I don't really think much
Of this country

UWould have preferred to have been born
In some European country

That way I could have traveled in Europe
The Middle East, and Asia

But I was born here
And you can't change where you were born

You can't change
Who your parents were
You can't change the past

I like to be alone
I enjoy nature
And being alone in nature

There is a white kitty
Across the street

Last night I gave
A homeless man
Some food to eat

I am thankful to have
Shoes on my feet

And I don't want to get married
Just like to eat frozen berries

And I am almost out
So put some more money
In my account

So I can just do what I do

Drank a chocolate milk
Almond breeze
Peace be with you

Stop asking "How are you"
******* idiot

I don't care
How you are

The most obnoxious question
And I have headphones on
Don't talk to me

So stupid
Just go away

Am I good?
No
I'm not good

You stupid idiot

Life is repetitive
And meaningless
Now *******

Sometimes I wish
You would just die

And I won't care
That much
When you do

Look Look

Dem's military choppers ma

Looks like America is over pa

In this scenario

Our economy has collapsed

I'm not worried

In mother nature

I will hide and take a nap

Things were not

What they seemed to be

No one wanted to listen to me

My plain earth body
My dull face

Sometimes I like to think
Of my life
As one long
Boring movie

Just a bunch of scenes

But In this movie
I wasn't acting

I was just the cameraman
The guy filming the scenes

Any my brain
Can be compared
To the video camera

Here's a shot of me eating
Now filming exercise
Then at work
Then hitting golf *****

I imagine some people
Looking of the footage
Of my life that I took

They see me chipping golf *****
WIth that akward shoulder

One day I learned
That I lived in a computer

Remember the stoic calm
All these things around me

And all these situations
These busy bodies
Getting angry

It's all the same to me

And I learned to never let
People hurt me

I'm still open to
Companionship
Perhaps one day
We will see

There Was A Good Guy
Who wanted to laugh
Who wanted to spend time
With people

Who wanted to have fun

Who wanted his life
Not to be so sad

And maybe he felt
A bit akward with his body
Or a bit out of place
In this world

He saw a therapist once
Who listened and left

I'm ready
For new experiences
But they never come

I watch funny comedies
Better to laugh
Than to sob

The afterlife must be nice
Or simply not to exist at all
Some may think that will happen
But I can't

That's what I'm doing here
Here and now
Not existing at all

Shut up in my room
Like Emily Dickinson

And there's always more
More of the body
I don't much care for

More time alone

More IPad hours
There is always more
Of the same

I'm grateful to the people
That comment on my poems

I really am grateful

Just one big empty world
Full of emptiness

Like some meaningless
Computer

Do I exist at all?
No, not really

I get my sense of self
From relationships
And human interaction

Okay Jesus guy
I'm waiting for you
To answer my prayers
About the loving female?

Oh that's right
You don't really answer prayers
For good genuine people
Like me

I've carried my cross
Just like any other soul here

I can ask kindly
Or in a more demanding tone

Doing the same thing
Over and over
And expecting different results

Was it Freusd who said
That was the definition
Of insanity?

Poor Matt
Poor Lonely Matt
Behind the Glass Walls

There is the world
And there is me
Behind the glass walls

Trying to make a connection
To something real
To something genuine

Tomorrow will I
Scale the heights
Of the mountain

I don't know
Perhaps I will
In the cold snow

Just wanted to lie down
With a woman to hug

There are something like 3 billion
Women on this planet
And I can't find or get one
Single one
By chance or circumstance
Just to hug and to hold

One day the world will end
They'll drop the bomb
The A-bomb
Crying and screaming
Can be heard throughout
The land

I lived some life
Close to the source
Of all life

Wandering in the mountains
I didn't meet my friend
Like I was supposed to

All I had was the hope
I'd meet someone

Why do I feel akward
In this body

Am I just a thinking brain
Just a brain?

I want to know people
I want to share laughter
Like the Buddhist monks
Of Tibet or Nepal

Like the Samoans
Or Scilians

Like the Portugese
Or Polish

You know what people do
Have dinners together
And relationships
And friendships

It's not just a fantasy
People do that
In other cultures

They love each other
They spend time with each other
They hug each other

Where is my hug

I face the sun
Waiting for the hug
That never comes...

Everyday
The taxi driver
Must drive the
Most dangerous

Highway in Afghanistan
The Taliban attacks
American convoys
Civilians are often
Killed in the crossfire

His family calls
Worrying when he
Does not make it
Home on time

One time he had
No other choice
But to drive straight
Through the fire

Of course this is the
Only work he can do

The small Hindu family
Cannot educate their children
The women cannot walk
Outside without a man
Accompanying them
They are too poor
They have no future
In Afghanistan

A war torn nation
Life is difficult
For Afghanistan

Life is going to get
Much more difficult
For Americans now

Many people don't seem to care
What is happening to our country

It's like we are on a ship
And there is a small hole

People ignore it
Oh that's just a small hole
They say

Soon there is another
More water coming in

The people would rather play cards and relax
I tell them
This is our ship
We don't get another

This is our nation
Yet people are oblivious
Oblivious to the water coming in

Well this ship just isn't seaworthy anymore
I won't abandon ship
I won't abandon
The values the founding fathers believe in
Come what may..

It all just blends in
Into one meaningless
Endless blob

32 years old
Watching a live gaming stream

Hours in a chat room
Alone, Alone

Off to the old property
To have a smoothie
And nap

I just wish I had someone to hold
But I'm going to bed alone again
Oh well, at least I have stuffed animals

Food Prices On The Rise
Value of the dollar declines
Inflation

People have a problem paying for their cars
The same thing with real estate

Different programs
Continually pump up the bubble

Equity firms are lending to landlords
More and more people brought into the market

These securitized investments will be worth absolutely nothing
These speculators will lose everything
When the market collapses

Push the loans out there
Pump up the real estate market
This is what these equity firms are doing

Don't worry
The central bakers protected themselves
They have the FDIC covering, the derivatives market

When the system collapses
They can take the money from the banks
To cover their losses
They will give you worthless paper back

Obama is letting in illegals
100,000 illegals legalized before the injunction

Many of them got their work permit
After the injunction
Breaking Texas state law

The lender of last resort--The Federal Reserve
The spender of last resort--The Govermnet

The dollar will completely collapse
It is only a matter of time

By the end of 2008
53,000 military troops
Mostly U.S.

America spending billions
Wanting to avoid nation building

Pakistan, seen as their ally
Now betraying them

In Aug 2009
Karzai was up for re-election

Ballot boxes stuffed
With false papers

Karzai won
Re-election

President Karzai
Suspected the British army
Was involved in the drugs
Trade in Helmund

Afghanistan
Was beginning to look
Like just another
Tin *** dictatorship

Another, 30,000 sent by America
Bringing the total to 142,000

Americans went into Helmund

Afghan army and police force
Being built
The cost of which
Cannot be sustained

Corruption and
Drug tradin

As long as the Afghan
Government lacks
Legitimacy

With the overwhelming
Majority

It's security forces
May not be able to hold
The Taliban at bay

In a counter insurgency
You are only as good
As the government you serve

The war is unsustainable

The armies
Of the international coalition
Are heading for the exits

I'll park my car at the library
And walk to the park
A day at the park

I'll bring lunch
And maybe some
Stuffed animals too

Hehe

Thank you Bob

For your Bob's Redmill
Steel Cut Oats

I am hoping they will
Help to restore
Inner harmony

After having some stomach
Problems yesterday

Soluable fiber
Vitamins and MInerals too
Try a bite
And find out
What Bob's steel cut oatmeal

Can do for you

Some type of organic matrix
And who really cares
Look at that guy with
The ugly akward shoulder
Standing over there

Jesus didn't fix his shoulder
Despite the prayers

Life is kind of lame
And stupid
So there

An emptiness
A void
That's what life is

I told the therapist
This is how I felt

And she said
Well, you shouldn't feel that way

Turns out she was wrong
She's just a liar anyway

Never trust anyone
Who likes Disneyland
What a ******* up place

Life is meant for suffering
Everyone gets a taste

Different times
And different places
Different names
And different faces

First I went to the market
Then to work
Then to the gym

I ate I slept
Then repeated the same
******* thing
Over and over again

And I prefer to be a substitute
I'm kind of a lazy guy

Looking at the trees and sky
I don't bother asking why

It would have been nice
To be symmetrical

But God doesn't care
He's just a clockmaker
Sets the world running
And says, "So there"

And miracles are only for
People that lived in Jesus's time

I had to complain
And I know I shouldn't whine

We go through all these things
And we say these prayers
Then Jesus doesn't work
His healing magic
Seems he doesn't care

It's just a small burden
One that I can bare

I imagine myself
Looking at myself
"Hey, that's me"

Hitting ***** on the range

I made a hologram of myself
To talk to aliens on other planets
And we both agreed human life
Is quite strange

My hologram tells the alien
All the feelings I have

The alien would listen
And comfort me too

And he was there to give me a hug

We talked about Jesus
And I told him I really got tired
Of waiting for you

I'm writing this poem to Jesus as well
Asked him for forgiveness
So I won't go to hell

I'm just the every man
And I have a story to tell

Walking akwardly up the mountain
I am going to live with buddhist monks
By banging sticks against bells

And then I'll go on a great journey
With these men

I'll travel the Great Wall
I watched each step carefully
So I didn't fall

I hope to meet women on
This trip
Or someone who actually cares

The society it isolates us
It leaves us all alone

Where have all the people gone Jesus?

So I sit alone
And write these poems

I'll walk and meditate in a park
There is only the present after all

Look there is a group of young adults
About my age
Having fun throwing a ball

But I'm so akward
They didn't ask me to play

When you feel akward
In your own body
You will live and die this way!

The woman is not coming
Or no one who ever cares

It's just a repeat of preschool
And I want everyone to stay away
And I don't need anyone but myself, okay?

Now terrorists are coming
And our country has announced a war

It's a volunteer army
And I'm going to settle the score
Not afraid to die

Because I never knew how to live
People asking me why I seem
So far away and distant
They want to know what gives

I'm in the army now
With food and water
That is all I need
Every **** Jihadi
Better take heed

I do my duty
Until the job is done
Every Taliban member
Is total complete ****


A somewhat tortured individual
And no one really cares
Sitting typing on the computer

And as I drive my car
I see the birds flying there

This time
To next time
That's all this life is

Standing on the side yard
I had to take a wizz

We are born to suffer
And born to die

I do enjoy
A sweet cherry pie

Pushing my shoulder into the ground
I have to fix it
God ******!

There is quiet in my room
You won't hear a sound

It won't be long now
America will be attacked
Nuked by Russian subs

New York City
Miami
San Francisco
Los Angeles & San Diego
Will burn in one hour

Russian, Chinese, and North Korean troops
Will conquer and divide America

The antichrist will cause the nations
To make peace
This charasmatic leader

Then will come the chip
A requirement for all people
Those who refuse to take it
Will be taken to FEMA camps
And beheaded

Repent from the place
From which you have fallen
And enter into a relationship with Jeshua

There is only one truth
Only Jesus can save you!

The pope already goes on and says
Those that have not accepted Jesus as savior
Can enter into heaven
He is a filthy liar

Jeshua of Nazareth laughs in heaven
At he plans of the antichrist
And satan
It was satan's pride
That caused him to be thrown down

Do not let your own pride
Be the cause of your damnation

Atheists, buddhists, all quite sure
Of their own way
Have had near death experiences
And been shown the pit

No one who practices homosexuality
Will enter into heaven either
It is an abomination in the eyes of Lord Jeshua

Do you have any idea how many times
You sin each day?

Simply repent unto Jeshua,
And turn from your ways

Soon the world will he connected
This AI system will have access to those
Who take the mark on their forehead
Or on their hand

Take heart, for Jeshua is Lord!
Repent unto Him
For every knee will bow
To Jeshua of Nazareth

He is Lord of Lords
And King of Kings

You know
It's all one big simulation

It's all the same
365 days in a year
Four seasons in a year
Repeating and repeating

Hard when you can't do what you want
Feels like you are trapped repeating

America is done anyhow

Another night alone
No dates
No fun

At least
I have my Itunes University
HIS 101: Hist of Western Civ I

Love

Inner calm
Loving compassion
Kind-heartedness
Ceasing and extinction of desires
Neither rising or falling

Benevolence toward all beings
Unconditional love
Patience and understanding

The Tao is like water
It nourishes all beings
Like water it is good
It nourishes all
Like water it sinks to the low place
Not claiming credit
Water flows downhill
Non striving

Humility, forgiveness
Peace be with you

Love
Love for all people
In all times and places

Loving nature
Go with nature

In giving we receive

Love

Credit Card maxed out
I cancelled online subscriptions

Dang, I can't even afford gas
At least I live in a nice home in America

Debt ridden America
There is no future for this country

Ah well
In the event of some big catastrophe
I'll either be in the mountains
Or on a golf course

I bought the electrolyte powder yesterday
And added it to my emergency bag

No future for America

I'm so tired
Of this loneliness
And no one
Seems to care

I'm just that guy
On his Ipad

Sitting over there

Months pass by
Then years
Decades too

Life is painful
I'll be happy
When I've
Made it through

And I dream of
Kurdish women

Their loving voices
Their depth of soul

And I love these women

Please Lord
Let their be
Kurdish women

In heaven to comfort me
Upon those fields of gold

Experience Chan! It's not mysterious.
As I see it, it boils down to cause and effect.
Outside the mind there is no Dharma
So how can anybody speak of a heaven beyond?

2. Experience Chan! It's not a field of learning.
Learning adds things that can be researched and discussed.
The feel of impressions can't be communicated.
Enlightenment is the only medium of transmission.

3. Experience Chan! It's not a lot of questions.
Too many questions is the Chan disease.
The best way is just to observe the noise of the world.
The answer to your questions?
Ask your own heart.

4. Experience Chan! It's not the teachings of disciples.
Such speakers are guests from outside the gate.
The Chan which you are hankering to speak about
Only talks about turtles turning into fish.

5. Experience Chan! It can't be described.
When you describe it you miss the point.
When you discover that your proofs are without substance
You'll realize that words are nothing but dust.

6. Experience Chan! It's experiencing your own nature!
Going with the flow everywhere and always.
When you don't fake it and waste time trying to rub and polish it,
Your Original Self will always shine through brighter than bright.

7. Experience Chan! It's like harvesting treasures.
But donate them to others.
You won't need them.
Suddenly everything will appear before you,
Altogether complete and altogether done.

8. Experience Chan! Become a follower who when accepted
Learns how to give up his life and his death.
Grasping this carefully he comes to see clearly.
And then he laughs till he topples the Cold Mountain ascetics.

9. Experience Chan! It'll require great skepticism;
But great skepticism blocks those detours on the road.
Jump off the lofty peaks of mystery.
Turn your heaven and earth inside out.

10. Experience Chan! Ignore that superstitious nonsense
That makes some claim that they've attained Chan.
Foolish beliefs are those of the not-yet-awakened.
And they're the ones who most need the experience of Chan!

11. Experience Chan! There's neither distance nor intimacy.
Observation is like a family treasure.
Whether with eyes, ears, body, nose, or tongue -
It's hard to say which is the most amazing to use.

12. Experience Chan! There's no class distinction.
The one who bows and the one who is bowed to are a Buddha unit.
The yoke and its lash are tied to each other.
Isn't this our first principle... the one we should most observe?

Just want to make a small salary
Would like to pay my bills

Enough to share an apartment
Maybe have my own apartment one day

Don't want to be rich or famous
Hope to make some more friends

Changing times
Changing places
Changing names
Changing faces

The emptiness
Impermanence behind all things
Sunyata

She keeps asking
"How are you?"

"Fine, I reply."
The emptiness remains constant

I hope to find more good friends to love

I wish this
And I want that

And bla Bla bla
Bla bla bla bla

Well, you're not going
To get it

You should have
Learned by now

I doubt I will
Get a female friend

And I don't much care
You saw me in the gardens
Walking over there

Look at me
Eating a crunchy pear

Try not to laugh
Try not to stare

People do
Terrible things
And everyone is like
"Who cares"

And people say
There is no judgement day
No one
To keep track
Of the times

Japanese soldier
Came to Nanking
And snapped
The old woman's spine

Something to ponder
Please don't spill
Your wine

I've done very little
For other people

I try to be loving
Try to be kind

This is a good way to be
You may find

Isolated
I stood
On the lantern
Of a church steeple

I observed and watched
The people

Lot of hustle
And bustle
Running here
And there

But I just stood
And watched
The fair

No no
There is no
Judgement day
No accounting
For the ages
You may say

Then I don't understand
What we are doing here
So many decisions
And I find it queer

What is man?
Some have asked
It can be
A difficult task

Neither inherently good
Or bad

I sit and cry
I don't know why
I'm all alone
I write these poems

Talking about ***
In a chatroom
Oh what a thrill

A masturbatory explosion
My seed I have spilled!
Oh what a shame
And what a waste
To spill it
All over the place

No female partner
Or family plans
I love myself
I am a man

A man who hardly works
At all
Welcome to my world
Oh what a ball!

Gardens, gardens
In my mind
This is how
I pass the time

Never stop dreaming
About things
You think
Can never come true

One day
They just may
Happen to you

And as I walked
Along that path

A beautiful red head
Smiled at me
With my shades on
I did not
Let her see

So lovely
And so fair

To another world
She took me there

A world with women
Loving and kind

Who hug me
And make me feel fine

But not this time
Not this time

I'm here to complain
Here to whine

I dream of things
That would make me content

They don't come true
I feel like
I am stuck in cement

Just a body
Attached to a brain
All alone
What a shame!

To hear and to see
Perhaps never to
Feel loved

How can this be?

People are distant

Work is boring
Life *****

I walk the gardens
Trying my luck

Hoping to find
A female friend there

Into her loving eyes
I hope to stare

Happy New Year
2016
It is January

And I know what
That means

Save the money
For my car registration
Coming due soon

I bet I still
Will be single
By the month of June

Here is to another year
Filled with random
Experiences

Happy New Year

Put the 21st century man in front of the screen!

Yahoo messenger, Youtube, Skype
Tumblr, Tivo,
Iphones and Instagram too

Seems no one stops to say hello
Everyone is glued to the screen

Media and more media
I love it too
This is the digital age

I feel isolated from my fellow man
Wandering and lonely

Is there anybody out there?

You know if you tried to describe life
The last few hours
You wouldn't possible be able to describe went on

Well I went to the driving range
Then went for a walk at my old college
Then drove home

So much happened in that period

I hit it well
7 irons, wedges, hybrids, drivers
Behind, down and out to the target
Making that just short of 3/4 swing now
For accuracy
One must be accurate in golf

Sultans of swing was playing in the background
A guy hit on a different part of the range hit a ball
And it hit this metal bin
And the ball rolled right up to where I was hitting
Sweet an extra ball for me to hit now (lol)

I saw the older gentleman at the range
Who always works there
I hope he is well
He goes through the motions
Watering the plants
Puts the ***** into the machine
I see him hanging out with some of his friends there sometimes

So then I went into the car and turned on the radio
I arrived at my old campus just a 2 minute drive directly to the south
I had a great time walking around campus

I had my back brace  
My knee braces
Yes, one should brace oneself

I turned on Kashmir
By Led Zeppelin
As I walked through the parking lot

And its strange you know
I felt like I was walking on air

It really is a world of wonderful happenings
And its me
Its me that has to bring the joy
The love to all sentient beings
I must bring the love
I thought about that

I made my way to the library
Where I read an article
In Scientific American
About a pacemaker that contains a gear
That is used in a wristwatch
That is powered by the heartbeat

I saw a pretty woman
And thought it must be nice to have a friend to talk to
Bleh
She would just be bothered if I went up to her

I walked around campus
This one girl was shocked to see a raccoon

I saw three of them once
All feeding from a trash bag
I took pictures

Then I walked to my car
And drove off listening to U2

From one time
To the next
The emptiness remains

Dream world

Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream

I drove slowly
And I saw the woman
Exchange friendly words
With the mailman

I saw a family and their children
Walking along

I saw the blind man walking
Up the street
I was reminded of
The lyrics of "Amazing Grace"

It's hard
These days
For suburban Americans

In some ways
I have very little contact
With other people

I'm at the library again.

I saw the same man
Two days in a row
At the gas station
And driving in his car

I saw my brand of car cover today

I saw tall men today
Looked like mountain men
With beards

I saw the sun set

But I didn't look into eyes
That loved and cherished me

I just prayed

I saw a car whip around
Passing a car
In the opposing lane
Dangerous driving
Could have been the end
For that person

Slowly Slowly
Do things slowly

Keep your eyes
Wide open all the time

Hello to all the dreamers
Out there
I wish I could spend time
With you

I wish I wasn't separated
From you
By physical distance

Hello from The library

I went to college
And got more education

And I'm sitting here
On a Friday night
With $4.35 in my account

There are no jobs

And America is ruined
There is no future here

And WWIII might be
On it's way

These older people
I live with
Seem to think
Things will just
Continue on as always

Life's easy
When you have a job
And a steady paycheck

Baby boomers
Still fixated in front
Of the television
Taking pills as well

Repeating the same routine
Over and over again

And I can't afford
To leave
And I won't ever
I don't think

I've learned not
To get my hopes up
For a decent job

California
All dried up

I'm just going to have
A big laugh
When the banks fail

When everything in ruins
America the great ***** of Babylon

Your debts piled high
You legalize gay marriage
Your abortions
Your unemployment
Your stagnant economy
Your growing police state

The destruction
Of the middle class
And decent paying jobs

Let judgement come
Upon this land
Many of the people have broke
The covenant with
The Lord

And will not repent
Our leaders corrupt
Let them be judged!

They have turned away
Let judgement
Come To America

To the nurses out there
Past and present
Who tended soldiers
With great care

You have my respect
And admiration to
For doing a job

I don't know if I
Would have the
Courage to do

Women are loving
Women are strong

They care for the wounded
All day long

Remember your training!
Shouts the sergeant
Man those bugs are ugly

I am watching clips from Starship Troopers

And how heroic you are
Sergeant Sugar Watkins

You stayed and fought

To the bitter end

To save your friends

Food just fills the stomach
It doesn't make loneliness go away

I overate
I hardly ever do that

Oh the new movie
About "immortality"
Self/Less is out

Oh hooray for another  
Lousy Hollywood movie

I made it halfway through
The trailer

Trash, garbage
All it is

And who would want
To live forever?

Only a psychopath

People who can't
Accept the human condition

Most would be
People with no faith
No spirituality
Or belief in a higher power

I would think most
Atheists and agnostics
Would think the idea is absurd
As well

Hollywood makes garbage
Most all movies
Just plain **** these days

People at work
Doing what they do
Some doctors
Some lawyers
Construction workers
Paramedics
Biologists
And pizza delivery guys too

Just tryin' to make it through

They are people at work
Just doing what they do

I enjoy my job
Even though it's not full time

My stomach is full
It's giving me a sign

To stop eating

The days they keep repeating

All alone
All alone

Americans
Are isolated
And all alone

In other countries
People have more friends

Good wishes to
The poets of this site
I send

I used to have three friends
But now down to one

I used to make an effort
With the other two

Tried to meet up with them

There is nothing I can do

I won't bother to call anymore

There just people I suppose
And I'm not sore

15 years of being friends
Now I suppose our friendship
Will end

Seems they won't bother
And don't care

I'm not angry
So there

I wonder what it is like
To be a woman
To play with my *******
And *****

Softly moaning
And having multiple *******
Must be fun

Maybe there is a woman
Who will write a poem
About what it is like
Hehe

Thank you Mr. Baca
For your service

During the war you were in front of your troops

On Christmas Day, 1969
You came across a Vietnamese man
You noticed he was just sitting there
And you said "surrender" in Vietnamese
He showed pictures of his family

In 1990 this man was among the Vietnamese that Mr. Baca worked with
In building a clinic to help the people there

In your Medal of Honor video
You said you wore the medal
For those who have served
And know what combat is like

You took your helmet and jumped on a grenade
Saving the lives of your men

Thank you for your service
A terrible thing war is

Your actions help me to realize
That love for our fellow man
Is most important

I don't ask how he is
Because I don't care

Get a clue

Sit in front of the television and stare
Stare at the screen from 7 to 10

All you can do is repeat
The same cycle again and again

Don't ask me how I am
You'll never know

Remember
I don't ask you
How you are
Because I don't care
I don't care how you are

I don't care to know
How many anxiety pills you had to stuff down
To make it through the week

I wish you well

I worked my whole life
And this year
I'll be working part time again

America the ship
Sinking down
Down down down

In deep waters
Buried in the ground

Trillions in debt
What a shame
To the bankers
I guess it's just a game

I'm not your friend
But I want you
To open up
To me anyway

I wish
I knew
That was implied

In the client
Therapist relationship

My female friend
Never comes

Bleh
You ruined everything