A shoulder tap came my way today,
It came to just me as if to say.
Buckle Down or face the tide.
I buckled up and faced my pride.

The lookers should show when sad.
As some puppy dogs do.
But they show I’m always glad.
The creases prove my view…..

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

I killed a spider just today.
He was walking by, as if to say
Here I am, I’m big and free.
The freedom’s gone.
What about me?
I left him there.
So he can see.
Me on the throne.
Of infinity.

I know what I am thinking.
Don’t try to fool me.
It’s what I do.
Case in point………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………­…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

I am adversary.
Hear me roar.
I take your kindness.
I’m its wild boar.
In sheep’s clothing.
I shall creep.
Into your mind.
Just not too deep.

She kissed me first,
Her kissed me next,
The order doesn’t matter,
Just the lips of my ex.
There were two of them btw.

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.

READING poetry is a breeze.
You get to skip the bad parts.

Spreading joy and other extinct diseases.
That’s what my doctor says anyway.
It’s good to be no one.
That way they don’t look for you.

You know.
The left.


                        is
                                  The right.

Or, the other way around.

Look at it in a mirror.

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.

What happens when all my data gets to a satellite?
Does it stop there?
I’m not so sure.
Of course Einstein was just right…and…wrong.
He theorized relatively in stead of something else.
Or was it relativity?
Either way I’m always right ..............of......................... center….

ahora...........

HP is more than a higher power.
I love this site!
I can be sarcastic!
I can be IREVVE-----RANT
I can’t spell
And it’s the best thing since melted ice cream

The crux of the  bisquit...
Is the food of the bear.....
I miss you dear Frankie.
You took the dare......

NOTES - RIP F. ZAPPA (1940-1993)

I guess I’m stuck in the middle with you…
But you shouldn’t have been kneeling.
They shouldn’t have either…..
Religion is a strange thing……but it serves a purpose.

I’m in the moment too much.
I think I need a distraction.
But every time I try to escape.
Another door opens.

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.

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.

On the table,
A few too few.
The doctor asked me,
My point of view?
I told him

There is a mood that digs in deep.
It keeps its head inside my sleep.
Every day it wakes up bright
The rays of knowledge led to my plight.

I opened them, these lines of glee
And saw them piercing inside of me
But the gnat came crawling,
out of my nose….
And began to wash, all my clothes.

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……

I do like to travel.
And stay in seedy motels.
I am comfortable there.
I’m a farmer in the middle of a cornfield

dont do anything


it won't get worse.

Ha

They all seem so drab and dull.
The memories I mean.
They came and went.
To all who've seen.

A better day,
Than he could have.
A better choice
A better ..

I’m voting for my son,
For Son of the Year (Called a SOTY).
His mother doesn’t like me…………….

Dune, great movie.........

The perception I am giving you ,is nothing but a ruse.
I just don’t want you to start using me as your flippin muse.
It’s just my mind and the frame of it.
Even though most of what I say...
Is just the friggin  tip of it, that's what you have to pay.

The land of liberty.
The land of the free,
The cynic comes calling,
To set you all free….

High, I’m Dan

When I was high
I kissed this guy.
His name was Billie.
He was from Singapore.

I left her...............boo hoo


NOTES – I’ll probably delete this after I stop laughing….
                   Matter of fact, I’m not even saving 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.

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?

Picture this, if you will.

A swollen mushroom on a mound of grass.
Reaching for the sun at last.
A simple nest upon it's bow,
Two eggs inside, of this I vow.

How am i doing?

kamalLALA - cackle cackle
BelindaLinda - Snowtop
You choose which is which (of the two)
I can't tell....
Pat Paulsen for me

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Get it? I left out the main ******* trump...........

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?

The letters are there,
I’ve seen them.
They lurk around every corner.

Oh those eyes as they follow me.
The eight especially.
It looks at me sideways.

Take a moment.
And
Save Ferris.

and the letters....