#coach
Yes. No one controls anything.
Why would they?
" Move at the speed the system demands . "
Work sheets, home work , dead lines.
Manufactured scarcity from desk to cubicle.
Manufacturing fear. “ School spirit” + Nationalism = War.
Manufactured urgency. Now, now now.
Go, Dog Go !
Another news cycle you’ll never be a part of
unless you break in a way they don't allow .
Sunday Schools most important lesson , sit down.
Shut up. Do as you’re told .
Nobody cares about your f---- ing opinion.
Get back in line.
‘Bringing in the sheep’,
indeed .
You ever see how they pack them, the little baby chicks?
That’s the whole plan right there , plain as day.
No space. No air. Just bodies pressed in until ‘survival “
can only become friction. Chicken friction = slaves in white collars.
No one teaches standards or dignity. ( not for free )
Stack them , Fred Trump higher.
Call it pre- sorted corporate efficiency.
Synchronicity. Ask anybody who's ever had a fast food job
where they couldn't keep up.
Can’t obey? Try to make it on the street with no EBT.
To noisy ? Won’t “ calm down, sir !”
Oh, You’re gonna love the stripes in the next place...
Concrete. Steel cages. ‘ Moves’ smaller than the meal trays.
Another unwanted pregnancy crammed into your cell every other day. Eugenics plan B.
And you think THAT’S the bottom?
Not even close. Get back in line before they strap you down.
Electro shock and needle showers till you... still .
More forced injections. The vaccine label slips off the BIG OIL mercury
as they Pump you full of whatever keeps you quiet. Gives you autism, Cancer. " it's genetic " = your fault...
In the Loony bin there’s little , movement.
No sky. No choice. the more clearly realized baby chicken tray.
Not even allowed to check out early.
A fate worse than hell, with no death just existing.
On their terms.
At the speed the system demands.
And still somewhere up above it all,
another Fred Trump hands it off to another little baby Donny,
born outside the chickadee packed trays.
Now it's HIS job to tell you what freedom looks like.
Tells you 2 % spending on welfare is the problem.
" Hate the brown skins." " very fine people on both sides."
Tells you less will somehow become more as you wait for it to
" Trickle down". Let your ' Pep Rally' daughters twerk as they lust
for them... anything to try and escape the tray
Smile and vote red , As they cut , Meals on Wheels.
Grade school Breakfast AND lunch programs,
music, art, GONE never to return,
not just starving your children physically,
But creatively and emotionally.
The GOP way .
Hiding behind the " star of David " and Supreme Court bribes.
you say you don't need me or to be told
Old oil Money = power,
then why is it still making choices for you,?
not some random unknowable ghost in the machine.
Policies don’t just appear handcuffed to a briefcase full of
bearer bonds
out of thin air.
Cuts don’t just “ happen “ by Sheeny magic alone.
Somebody’s processed boyscout - suit, signs them.
Somebody ‘s PTA Oprah ****** -slob benefits.
Now HE uses the Marines not just the local cops and the
National Guard to keep the fear
and the jails “ cranked beyond capacity” .
“ why , can’t MY generals be more like Hitlers.” ? ? ?
... born outside the trays… never once cooked never shopped for groceries .. calls THAT freedom.
Tariffs no one wants or deserves as punishment .
For no reason but himself.
Ego.
Says less will SOMEHOW become more.
Less food. Less art. Less music.
Starve the body. Starve the mind.
Starve whatever might have fought back.
The old system doesn’t just break you.
It trains you to break yourself.
Faster. Come on. Faster.
Go, dog. Go.
Talk radio propaganda is your non stop fantasy coach
that always puts you “in”
another beloved by the community constant pedophile
“ INSTRUCTOR” telling your kids “do it faster, baby . Yeah... oh, yeah, just like that, gimme more. One more time , don’t stop now.”
Sports or animal ****** ?
the only outlets you have given or shown them
and you wonder why little Johnny can’t read
as the bodies clog the “ busses only” lane
in front of another school.
slap another NRA sticker on their NFL lunch box.
Another golden little chick waiting to be sorted
stacked on top in trays as the waste falls
used and discarded.
Dr. Suess had it right.
Go, dog.
“Move at the speed the system demands.”
Go !(It's not like they just woke up today and figured out
that paying one guy to put a gun in your back is cheaper than paying us all. Never forget they can't survive without us, and
there's more of us than them.)
Oh, and don’t remember “ Think positive”.
I mean after all ... They are watching.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
Track back, she yells.
Don’t dive, she yells.
Mark your player.
Push stronger.
Run faster.
She yells.
If you do something,
she yells.
If you don’t do something,
she yells.
If you cry, she yells.
If you don’t cry, she yells.
Could you kindly refrain from yelling?
It might just do my head in.
I’m kind of fed up
with never doing anything right.
Kind of fed up
with being shouted at from the sidelines.
Kind of fed up
with being scared.
Scared to move down a team.
Scared not to prove myself enough.
Scared to mess up one time too many.
If you’re moving me down,
just tell me already.
At least then
I wouldn’t have to deal
with you yelling.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
To the pitcher who came from Duluth
The coach said. Son it's a hard the ruth
Your curve ball is shot
Your heaters not hot
Son, you'd be better off up in the booth
The pitcher said he wouldn't go
I've spent 15 years up in the show
The coach said my son
Your arm is just done
Don't argue. The answer's still no
The pitcher said trade me away
I know deep inside I can play
Son, we've shopped you around
No new team can be found
Accept it. Your last day's today
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
I laid down my fears
and took up a new Spear
I took hold of a mind-set
that said I’m not done yet
I swallowed my bitter
and grabbed something better
not just mindful of me
more mindful of others
I stopped pushing away
started having my say
pushing on through
and I found a new way
When anxiety said ‘No’
I said 'What do you know?'
There’s much more outside
this comfortable zone
I’ve found a safe space
where I can relate
where I can be heard
where I am embraced
where I can be me
where I can be seen
to take up my place
in my chosen workspace
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
We are about to go out
you need to get me ready
Complete the night
Lets keep us steady
I will be your secrets
Also your escape
I will hold for you a memory
Even a weapon you can take
Designed by Coach
He is arriving in a domestic?
Already my value
is decreasing this is hectic!
Don't forget the ******
that mini shots and tampons too
I can make them fall out on command to scare him off
If you want me too!?
You look stunning in chu
glad his clutches have not released
I have one more night
to be clutched for peace.
Careful when setting me down
as they say
never put me on the ground or
money will fly away.
*** he is here
He had better at least be hot
Don't forget Snoop and the ***
In case we have to drop it like its hot!!!!
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
A Czech chick dribbles but
rebounds on the court
that a running game allows her basket there in breakneck time
that they belch instead of cry and teammates once
they've shined in their field house atop the hill.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
I sit next
to my sister
on the coach
to school.
She is talking
to her friends nearby.
I look out
the window.
The radio is on
playing pop music.
There is talk
around me
like a babble
of sounds.
Fields and trees
and hedgerows
pass by
cottages
and country lanes.
I wonder if
John is looking
over at me?
he was when I
first looked over
after getting
on the coach
and he smiled
and I smiled.
But I don't know
whether
to look again.
If he is looking
and I blush
and my sister sees him
she'll joke about me
blushing to her friends.
The sky is dull
it looks like rain.
I hope it doesn't
I want to see John
on the field if I can.
Shall I look over?
I want to
but what if he is?
I try not to blush
but can't help it.
The bus stops
to let other
school kids on
they clamber aboard
like pirates
onto our ship.
They sit
more talk
laughter
from the back.
I wish
I wasn't so shy.
I look over
John's looking at me
and smiles
I smile.
I feel myself blush
and look away
and stare
at the sky.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Look to this when you are hungry, and sinning
and look deeply into your vision, what do you see?
A man made marvel. That is all. Is that what you strive for?
To obtain nothing and hold it for god to see is simply heinous.
Unrepentant ignorance. So is that who you wish to be? The pathetic corner where no one treads, the person who has no future tense, and even the person who lacks any will. Constitution, I should say.
You are who you make yourself, after all who controls everything you do? Inaction and action have the same power, so decide. Choose for yourself, is it now, or tomorrow, or even better, never?
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
This is a black day for sports,
Even if not in the world,
Surely Indian sports.
Virat - the young junior player,
He made the engineer quit,
Kumble had to give up.
Virat Kohli has a harsh ego,
He let his ego defeat the team,
Whereas Anil Kumble had none.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Reflection can be simple but so easy to ignore
when darkness casts a shadow over every single pore
in moments such as this let not your fingers reach to find
the wounds that have congealed themselves so perfectly in time
Instead of making circles round a past's familiar pain
retreat into your senses and embrace the hands of change
The difference made today might feel like nothingness at first
but follow through in boldness and again you'll find your worth
Tomorrow's moving forward while a yesterday holds back
and now's the only moment you may have to choose a track
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
If I were to do it all again I'd tell my mother that I was sorry
I'd tell my brother that I love him
And I'd tell my best friend that
Maybe the skirt was a little too short for brunch with the parents
I'd tell my sister that I wish I had an ounce of her integrity
I'd thank my coach for believing in me
I'd kiss my teacher on both cheeks
For not leaving me in the hallway crying
I'd thank her for being my only friend for almost an entire year
I'd thank her for carrying me on her shoulders for so long
But most of all I'd thank her for letting go at the right moment
If I were to do it all again
I'd be more honest
Not blunt.
Because blunt is uncompromisingly forthright
And I, for one, give a ****
If I were to do it all again
I'd understand that in order to get to "success"
I'd have to climb the thousand feet tall ladder called "fear"
If I were to do it all again
I'd jump out of the plane on two
Because people hold on to the edges at three
If I were to do it all again...
Man I'd be at the top of that ladder
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
Can you belive it?
Belive me when I say
I used to trust myself
In any way
This silver cord is shorter
Now I've all but lost my health
Poor forked forced set of mental blind
Heady terminal path soon to be mine
Grimy iron taste so sublime
Salt water spilling into overtime
*****
I hated that
Complete tripe
**** you, ******* subjective
Yeah, I AM glad you died
Like, in a present for my future
It's all mine, you...
It is all mine.
Low end rent roach
Bring around the stage coach
Pick myself a lane
god ****
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Trevor talked
about football
and whom
to put in the team.
I sat next to him
trying to shut out
his football talk.
I looked over at Elaine
on the other side
of the coach
and smiled.
She smiled
and blushed
then looked away.
Trevor asked
about a kid
named Jones
whether he'd be
any good in goal.
I said I didn't know
how he'd be
I couldn't care less.
I wished it
was Elaine
next to me
not him
and his football yak.
I sensed her eyes on me
but when I glanced over
she was looking out
the window.
Her sister
gazed at me
with her scornful eyes.
I looked away
at the passing scene
fields and trees
houses and hedgerows.
I hoped I'd see Elaine
on the sports field
at midday recess.
Trevor opened
wide his arms
talking about
the big kid Bailey
how his reach
could save
better than Jones.
I said go for Bailey
he's the best
I said nothing more.
Felt like a marooned sailor
on a lonely shore.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
You never realized eyes
could smile like hers did,
and that she could smile
in such a way
as to make smiling
a gift of God.
You sat by a window seat
on the school coach
that first morning
a new boy at a new school
and she there at the front
eyeing you and smiling that smile
and you gazed out the window
at the passing views
trees in fields
birds flying overhead
cows in passing fields
eating grass or staring
at the coach driving past.
You looked up
and she was still eyeing you
and her smile still there
and you looked away
and felt something odd
open within you
and felt self conscious
as if the whole world
was in on it
and the eyes of each
and every kid on the coach
was aware of her eyes and smile
but none seemed to notice
or care if they did.
Just you and her eyes
and that smile
and you opening up
and becoming undone
like some poor sod
stripped naked
under a hot sun.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
John sits
on the school coach
by the window
next to Goldfinch
watching the trees
and fields
and cottages go past.
Goldfinch is talking
of football:
who do
I put
in goal lunchtime
as Potts is way,
who do you think?
Goldfinch says.
Not me that's,
for sure,
John says,
his mind
isn't on Goldfinch
or the goal,
but on Elaine
sitting over
the other side
of the coach.
He looked at her
when she
and sister
got on the coach,
but she looked away,
and not at him.
He guesses she
was shy after all
the rumpus since
Elaine's mouthy sister
told everyone
on the coach
that he had
kissed Elaine.
But it soon
died down
and apart
from a few
How's the Frump Elaine?
When he got on
and later
when Elaine got on,
then it died out.
Now the kids
are talking amongst
themselves or listening
to the music
from the coach radio,
some pop song
about loving somebody.
Need someone
by lunchtime,
Goldfinch says,
whom do you suggest?
Green might,
he ain't bad,
John says.
Green? He couldn't
save a 1p
for Christmas;
someone else,
Goldfinch says.
John doesn't
care who,
he's thinking
of Elaine
and whether she'll
let him kiss
her again
after the rumpus;
he hopes so,
although he's
not sure
he'll be welcome
at Elaine's home now.
Why did her sister
tell like that?
He muses,
listening
half heartedly
to Goldfinch's talk,
it was just a quick
kiss not
too passionate
and it was only
while her mother
was out of the room
briefly that day.
He looks over
to where Elaine
is sitting quickly
to see if she's
looking his way,
but she isn't
she's staring out
the window.
Her sister
glares at him,
so he looks away,
and back out
of the window
and the passing view,
not sure
what to think
or what to do.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC
We slept on the coach
from Madrid to Malaga
apart for getting out for meals
and to stretch our legs
Miriam sat next to me
sometimes laying
her head on my shoulder
other times looking out
at the passing Spanish scenes
that last meal was nice
she said
I could have eaten more
so that is why you
were nibbling my ear
back there?
I said
no that was
for different reasons
she said
if we were alone
on this coach
instead 30 odd of us
I'd have you
on the back seat
not sure the driver
we'd be pleased us
******** on his back seat
I said
when we get to Malaga
and in our tents
maybe *** can be
on the cards
she said
but you share
with that quiet girl
who wouldn't say
boo to a goose
not sure she'd
appreciate it
I said
she laughed
not with her
or with her there
Piccaso was born there
I said
my favourite artist
was he?
she said
yes and there's
a Roman theatre there too
I said
not too much culture please
she said
ok
I said
she unzipped my jeans
and her put hand inside
to investigate my pecker
her fingers
like a bird's beak
pecking at it
I held her hand
and removed it
you'll have to wait
until we hit camp
I said
she sighed
and put her hand back
in her lap
I placed my hand
on her thigh
and touched her skin
she smiled
but wouldn't
let me in.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
She was
coach that
held much
change today
with her
sky aloof
and her
draw still
has gallop
and harmony
sweet as
fudge with
striker here
and her
most strident
step in
soccer today.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Which way do I run ?
Where do I go from here ?
Tell me which direction
Where do I go from here?
I hit the ball and have to run
But which direction do I go ?
Remember, this is new to me
I'm five, and I'm afraid I do not know.
He hit the ball, what do I do ?
Don't let it come to me ?
I don't know where to throw it
And I really have to ***
Oh..here it comes, what do I do?
glove down and bend my knees
I have to stay and focus
Will someone help me please?
I've got the ball..now throw to first
Jeez, that's a long, long way
I'll never get it over there
At least not the way I play
Drop the bat....and run like mad
Where's coach?...jeez, that's a long way
I'll never make it down to first
Not the way I run today
Listen to those parents
They're screaming, wow...they're loud
Who are they all screaming at ?
They're quite a noisy crowd
I can make it over there
With the ball faster if I run
I don't want to throw it bad
Then it wouldn't be no fun
I can get it over there
I run faster than I throw
What are all the parents yelling for?
Is there something I should know?
This is only one hit ball
It's the first game of the year
This is what a t-ball coach
Has to go through for the year
Each child is not focused
Every one is full of fear
It's when they roll the ball across the field
That makes the game so dear
They run to third before first base
Then they cut across the mound
Through the season they shed many tears
Enough to make a grown man drown
They try to do what coaches say
They aren't the fastest or the best
But these kids, they are true all stars
Starting out on this huge quest
Remember folks, it's baseball
It's a game and nothing more
Make sure it's fun and sporting
Please remember who it's for
They don't know where to throw it
They don't know where to run
But support them in their efforts
And help make baseball...fun
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
I can't deny it anymore.
I am in love with you.
I didn't fall mind you.
I chose this.
I chose you.
And I can't help but feel
that I have chosen wrong.
That I have chosen too soon.
And it didn't help
that you chose me as your beta.
As your apprentice.
As your most trusted photographer.
Didn't help
that you nursed
all of my fangirl tendencies.
Didn't help that you claimed
to be my alpha,
my coach,
my captain.
Didn't help that you made me feel
like it is just the two of us in the pack.
Didn't help that you
verbalized my feelings
and told me
there is only us in the crew.
That I am your first mate.
The co-captain of a ship
That only the two of us can set sail.
The only thing is...
I am the only one shipping us.
And one day, you'll go canon
with someone else.
And believe me darling,
those canons can sink our ship.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
5-Hello Mr. Chippppp, I'm ready....
7-It is time to dine Mr Buddy.....
5-Are you an MR CT Buddy?
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
5- Are you an Mr. CT?
7- I am from the waters of Lake Minnetonka...
5-Please do not touch me there....
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
It must have been thirty five years ago now,
I remember the kid as clear as day
His name was Eddie, or Timmy or something
Remember him clear as day, I think it was Eddie
Well, this kid was sure something
A true believer in his ability to play the game
He really loved it, ****** at it, but the desire
You could see it in them brown eyes of his
Or were they blue?, no matter...they might have been brown
Anyways, kid had desire, no talent, but desire
Played third base for me, thought he was a pitcher
But, he played third...that I'm sure of
He didn't have speed enough to move anywhere else
And I think he was blind in his right eye,
So, he could only move left
Good kid, Timmy or Eddie
Had an arm like a rocket
the ball would just explode out of his hand
I never knew where it was going
And truthfully, I don't think he did either
But, wow....it went fast, wherever it ended up
Kid actually made it rain one day
Just because he threw the **** ball so high into the clouds
He was trying to throw to first, but hell, it went high
Always smiling this kid, always...
don't know if he was just happy
Or if his jaw hadn't grown right for his teeth,
But, he was always smiling
couldn't hit worth a **** had a nice swing
But, that blind eye....couldn't see a pitch until it hit him
Cooled us down on the bench though
Made a hell of a breeze when he swung
He was good for that,
lots of wind from Eddie, or Timmy
He did get a hit once or twice, I remember that
Scared us, scared him too I imagine
But, he did hit it, and it did go a long way
Problem was it happened so infrequently
He always forgot to run
And when he did, he ran like a duck
*** wobbled all over, arms flailing, head still
Quack, Quack...run Eddie, I'd yell
He'd smile, and take off,
couldn't see where he was going
But he'd run....and he'd stop only when he felt like it
I remember he was Mexican looking, or Spanish
There, brown eyes...knew I'd remember
anyways, he got called out for swearing once
Knocked the **** cover off the ball
then he stood there and watched it go
By the time he started to run,
He'd Holy ******* at least three times
And got tossed by the umpire
I argued, but, the ump would draw the line at two
Three holy shits...that's a little much
But, he knocked that ball into the next county
He'd probably throw it there too if he tried
The kid had desire, no talent,
but a smile and desire
Got tossed after striking out once too
Struck out a lot, once he let loose with a barrage
And I mean a barrage of swear words ....In Italian no less
I always thought the kid was Mexican or Spanish or something
But, he swore in Italian in front of an Italian ump
Poor kid, three holy ***** in another language
And he got tossed,
If I could get him to stop at two....he'd be fine
Eddie was a good kid, I liked him
He tried, he smiled, and he was terrible
couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat
But he didn't care, and neither did I
But, Eddie, or Timmy, whoever he was
Was a good kid,
I hope he remembers me as fondly as I do him.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
2014 may not have significance to you
But it is really 1914 in being the clue
It will be the 100th Anniversary of the Greyhound Bus company creation
I felt it would be fitting in the mention
Supposedly May is the month of the celebration
Imagine the hound bus being started in the form of a car
Innovation history that has taken the hound company far
It’s the hound bus existence spanning from a beginning to present
Today the hound still continues to represent
A nation and global citizens that welcomes Greyhound buses everyday
The idea of going my way
The land transportation carrier that helps travelers convey their own passenger portal by-ways
It’s the everlasting journey that stays
The bus hound has weathered many storms
It was the company’s acceleration beyond any norm
The hound’s bus wheels have turned for centuries being its own reels
A moving bus with windows like screens
An adventure in motion in what it seems
Happy Anniversary to the hound and continued more years in staying around
State to state has always been your bound
Give the hound dog a bone
Your stretched out approach you have shown
You have become a passenger’s friend to which we have come to be known
Keep those wheels turning and our inspiration always urning.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC