I grew up in a paradise,
Quiet, and near a beach.
The skin got quite eroded.
And now I feel like my feet.

A place where I grew up and my mind wandered.
A place where I thought I could fly.
The airplanes would slowly fly over.
So i could spy them with my little eye.

On my back as they flew over,
I imagined I would never let go
Of the feeling of wonderment tightly
Did more than I could ever know.

“GOT’S” is an economy of words.
Like so many turds.
It means an entire LOT of words.
At least growing up, that’s what I  got.
I mean heard…………………..

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

I’m lost in the world.
Of missing time.
To do the good things.
And make them all rhyme.

It’s not that I care.
Or give anything else.
But if I don’t care,
Who will?

NOTEE – 9@9@24

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…

Even a blind squirrel...
Gathers no knowledge.

Carl Sagan wasn't smart.
He couldn't even count to a BBBBBBillion!
That's what Johnny said anyways....

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.

What are those footsteps following all of us anyway?

"What a drag it is getting old"
Mother's little helper just observing.

Gimme a break I'm a newbie.
Gimme a break I'm a lie.
I just want to get some attention.
And then go away and get high.

The only smart person is not here.
The only one who isn't, is nigh
You can choose which ever YOU prefer.
But the result will be the same if I die.

I take the blame for all I have caused.
I take the blame for all I have thought.
I take the blame for everything.
Responsibility?
Almost, except for what others have done.


NOTE – just sayin ....Friday, September 13th a day that will live in infamy.....

#blame #responsibility #difference

RIP NYC Council?

It was held open with toothpicks.
A valve in its womb.
Held on by threads.
Seen by everyone in the room.
A time when I looked,
From within, from just five.
It’s not as good as being dead,
But it’s great being alive!

NOTES – Hmmmm, another name would be Pathology Blues. Changed my mind.

My hands are punctured
With many holes.
Don’t try my arms, the story told.
I just need, to find today.
A junkies dream, until THAT day.

I think and write down now.
You feel and write down, later, and now and then…..
Three to one….

YOU WIN BIG TIME!

As I sit here at work and ponder my lot
I seem to have time to worry a lot
About my family, my friends, my much perceived foes
It seems to me at times they contribute to my woes

However upon much further review
If they weren't here or even not you
I would be single, alone and free
To drown in my sorrows for fun and no fee

So I know that I must take the good with the bad
My worries are small compared to what others have had
To worry is an insult to my precious Lord
He is the one who takes away the sharp sword

To float into neverland free from the mind
That tends to wander but can always find
The peace of a river, a cloud or a stream
Or look at my son who is living my dreams.

How grateful I am to be able to see
This wonderful gift that was given to me
My life and my soul are in his hands today
The rest is of no import for this I do pray.

Oh how I hate thee
This darkness inside
My dwelling so small
My eyes are so wide.

A light bulb is only a shilling or two
Not much to him or to her or to you
But in mine humble checking account bankee
I have but a shilling, a little less it might be
A lightbulb for my kingdom is all I ask of thee.

Not Cameron,
Just a friend.
Came to sit, upon a stem.
I told him as I walked towards,
Leave me Now, or feel my sword.
He flew away without a look,
Alfred's dream came true, and I had to BOOK!

Emma

I just won a *****.
I’d like to thank the little people.
But there are not any here.
So thank me very much…

Someone told me to "put it where the moon don’t shine".
I told them I was full and come back later…..

They check the pulse.
Make sure it's dead.
And speak their minds.
That are filled with dread.

I hope I have.
An escape plan soon.
The creeping influencers.
Are coming for you!

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 was always told it was nice to look up to others...

POV - *******!

I don’t mean to point fingers.
Philosophy is great.
But some people take it too far.
The love in their hearts breeds fate………..

nuhm-uh-stay

We all have pain.
It just comes out in different flavors.
Bitter mostly, but sweet in the end.
I hope.
Whatever that may be.

I refused to jump.
Off that jagged cliff.
Not a pill, just a hill.

Some are followed.
Some follow.
They do both.
Depending on the cliff.

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.

Every year, I write my log.
It’s getting strong…..
I must admit...
For it is long.

But in a poem.
I see my fate
It’s not my choice
To wake this late…..

Walk not in another man's shoes.
They will probably not fit.
Walk not in a woman's shoes,
Lest you be kicked in the *** by one.
Walk not in my shoes as they have fungus and neuropathy.

BUT WALK! IT's healthy....

08/30/2024 - The legend continues....

Potential headlines
The things they say
Give me a shudder,
To them I do pray.

I know I’m new.
I know I’m strange.
I know many things.
But I’m certainly not deranged.

I’ve seen what goes on around here.
Shape Shifting and the like.
Pretending to be people.
But I know how to fight…it…whatever.

When I am so low.
When I am so vulnerable.
I turn to Mother Mary
She comforts me.

Thanks Mom!

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......

A tiger’s view.
From a bedroom window.
Draws me towards it.
Or is it just the dog next door barking.

Doh! Dang alarm clock.

Not a mind reader.
Not a heart reader.
"Mongo just a pawn in the game of life"

A man who had a very sick insides
Went in for some physical surgery
He came out as scared as before this wild ride
Not knowing whatever could and would be

I saw him just the other day
Not happy, not sad, looks another way
Perhaps he is waiting for the unlucky news
Or may be he's just suffering from the post ride it out blues

I know how he feels, I've been there before
The knife of life cuts deep and loses its allure.
If only they could remove, the tissue of time
And keep us here for another another type of this rhyme.

I suspect it's fear that puts me and him on this path
But sometimes I wonder if its not just so bad
When given the choice of pain or relief
I choose the latter and be free from the agony and grief

Of worry and sorrow and temptations that slide
Through my mind of complications a river, a tide
The peace that we seek isn't hard to be seen
A time when our bodies can never again scream

The agony of life, whether felt or a thought
Is something that comes with the territory we bought
When we decided to endure to the end of our days
I wonder if we knew what price we would pay

This person knows me like the back of their hand.
My face knows me by an unknown presence.
I need it sometimes for it to be this way.
As long as you are trying to help me figure out what you want………