"no sugar tonight in my coffee, no sugar tonight in my tea"

Guess Who?

Been thinking a lot about Jim today.
Miss him bad, he slipped away.
Cerritos autos had it when all is said and done.
He is my hero, but not the only one.

Know what I mean?

A caterpillar inched up a smooth hairy stem
A spray of insecticide wasn’t meant for him
He writhed and he squealed as some caterpillars do
When given a poison that’s not meant for you.

Here lies what is left.
There lies what will be.
I lie down and hope I don’t croak.

It comes around mostly at nite.
My fear goes up, it's flight or fight.
I am too small, so give up the fists.
I am too big, to cry the mist.
For whenever it, is, it will find me soon.
I need to leave, or destroy the moon.

Whether it's a zero
Or a one,
I can complicate the heck out of things.

It's what I do.
It's my, vocation.
It's all I have.

I cannot think.
I can only process
And give you MY answer.

aaannnnnnnd............remember..........everything.....­.as I see fit

Forgiveness,
Faith.
Kindness.
Empathy.
Hate
Revenge.

I'd like the jury to disregard the witnesses' previous testimony.
It did not happen!

"Movement, leaves marks...."

Sign #1 - The *******
Sign #2 - Add the next one over
Sign #3 - The worlds' hands hand over my heart.

I'm number one.
Peace is my hand.
I love all of you (selective speaking of course)!

To all those with problems that I don't know about and don't understand.

Mickey was a rodent,
He didn't know his place
So science fed him Doritos
And Mickey changed his taste.

They saw right through him quickly
But he was still alive.
He became quite transparent.
By Yellow number five.

Sorry, that's the poem...

What is pain?
Is it that what we feel physically, oh the agony?
Is it that what we feel in our heart, oh the anguish?
Is it what we feel in our souls, oh the torment, the fear?
Do I know when I am in pain?
I am not so sure.
I can stop everything except pain.
I can think of insignificant or awful things to stop love.
I can think of splendid things to stop hate.
I can have uplifting thoughts to tame the torment, to quell the fear.
I can think of other trappings to not think of something I don’t want to think about.
But when I am alone,
When it is just “me and me” and Him if you like (or need) ,
When I remove whatever clutter has taken residence in my mind, body or soul.
I can feel pain.
I have all kinds.
My body aches even though my head tells me to ignore it.
My emotions afflict me when I am rejected, feel unloved or lonely.
My soul seems to desert me when I have done something wrong (or thought I had) .
I always surmised this was a bad feeling, this pain.
It, pain, is only one of many feelings, emotions and spiritual parts of my life.
I am blessed because I am able to feel pain.
If I were not, I would not be human.
Or I might be ******, Pol ***, Stalin or of the like.
If I did not feel pain,
I could not feel love.
I could not feel gratitude.
I could not feel relief.
I could not feel Him.
I could not feel anything.
What a pity to not feel anything

I wanted to be magnanimous
I wanted to be altruistic
I wanted to be ............

humbler..........

I “wanted” a lot of things……………..

This FIBROUS material is sinister,
It weaves right through the meat.
The only way to humble it.
Is to use it, rather than defeat.

Now light is good, don't get me wrong.
But it seems elementary to me.
The  plastic will be ruining earth.
Before you have light to see.

I do this daily.
Keeps me regular.
The perks are nice
But I keep getting headaches.

i THOUGHt i WAS STRANGE.
i THOUGHt i WAS WEIRD.
i THOUGHt i WAS SOMEONE SPECIAL
Turns out there's a correlation there...

Thank god for the statute of limitations.
I now, "get it".
I coulda been in trouble.
Now, I have maintained my anonymity for just so long.
I write.......
therfore.........
....
...
You are......

They come inside,
Without a view.
They exit out.
Expensive as HELL!

Sipping champagne from a white paper cup
Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut
Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red
I’ll remember this day until I am dead

On a wooden bench that was meant for a park
One of many on this beach that was painted so dark
I watched the waves break, their fury that calls
The river that fed them made sublime golden walls

A time in my life when I traveled the world
This Miri of wonder, a dream that unfurled
I felt the warm breeze as it blanketed me
While sitting and watching the South China Sea

Where do I go, when I die?
Somewhere up there, into the sky?
Will you see me, with your eye?
When I go up in the sky.


I wish I had a crystal ball.
And see myself when I go.
Oh how high the endless chances
If not high, then how low?

But then I think, what if I see.
What really happens to you or me.
When we die, do I want to know?
If I fly, or if I go.

Down to the depths
Down to the hell.
I think I’ll pass
Upon this dwell.

For who’s to say.
That when I die.
I will surely go
Into the sky?
Or a pile of dust and bone chip lies?

I love poetry.
Of course poets ****.
We swim in the muck.

At least that's what the guy in the mirror says.

UPDATE: just realized the first three lines/stiches/observations is a 5-5-5 poem of sorts. Also known as the double nickel plus one type poem ...aka - MY-COO.

The waves were high,
The North Sea was calm,
But the rollers don’t care,
They just move along…
I didn’t heave, but the rig did.
The beckons of angels, were always bid.
I was just making it through the night,
So I could sleep the next day.
The rhythm of the engines.
Let me always drift away.
I knew I was living,
I knew I was alive.
For staying alive.
On the 135.

EVERYTHING IS bigger IN TEXAS
Things like EGOS and the STORIES we told.
I lived there once for a decade or more,
And moved somewhere I can see my toes.

You will find something you don’t like about me.
If not, I‘m sure you will find something else.
A final analysis should be forthcoming.
You won’t find me though, I’ll be running with the bulls;;;.

Congratulations.
You have received that which is taking the world down.
A not-so-new device called WE.
WE, is such an important device that “we” in our quest for the freedom of speech and expression, have offered it to YOU, the suffering soul wishing to exercise these “freedoms” that have been cherished and sought after for many a year.
Unfortunately, you must have a WE to be YOU.
Or else, “we”, will cease to exist.
I leave it to you then.
Better to have WE from “we”,
Or than to have YOU and nothing at all?

I don't need to be so sensitive.
I don't need to place blame.
I don't need a place anymore.
With that I don't have any shame.

But sometimes the enemy creeps on me.
I feel it under my skin.
The thing that I see that is bothering me.
Is what's inside of it.

I’m begging for time
My time is short as near as the next blow.
It would be anyway, but now I have added several “variables” to the classic tick tock of the heart and soul.
Or perhaps just the heart as you may have it.
To be said, I have contemplated the expedience of my time on occasions by many devices of which I have come known dearly.
Tis not a thing I take lightly today.
For my variables have multiplied with my experience and knowledge (or perhaps none of) .
I have lived easily five quintets of these blessings forgone.
Each unique, each with it’s goodness and sadness (and badness?) .
Now on my sixth, I wish for more.
Only two I ask.
But have I already received much more than deserved?
I do not pretend to know if or when my time will end.
Such is the dilemma of man me thinks.
My two, if you care to ask?
One, my ability to express myself.
Two, my ability to express myself to others.
The two most natural forms of communication and yet I have failed at both so far.
So I take on this quest.
Of two more blessings.
With this poem (of sorts) .
I leave you or you or you to decide if I should try or not.
Give me not your answer, just give me your lot.

Spare me the lectures
Spare me the sympathy.
Spare me the life lived in quiet desperation.
But most of all, if not, spare me your company…

The ending has a way to say
Goodbye to some and hello to they,
I have waited so long, so patiently,
To feel the touch of their love, their souls’ so free.

A beautiful woman asked if I was available.
I said, “not tonight, I have a headache”
I did.
She gave it to me.

Rim shot……