Red balloon: Amanda Mustang

Amanda Mustang : yes red balloon

Rb: are you left handed ?

Am: I don’t think so red balloon

Rb: why not ?

Am: why not why red balloon ?

Rb: well, how come your not sure ?

Am: well I only use my right hand mostly

Rb: but you do use your left one too

Am: yes, but not as much

Rb: then I declare that you  
Amanda Mustang is both left and right handed

Am: ambidextrous red balloon

Rb: ambiwhich ? Amanda Mustang

Am: ambidextrous means using both your left and right hands

Rb: then you are ambidextrous Amanda Mustang

Am: not really red balloon, both hands must be as good as each other

Rb then I will ask each hand Amanda Mustang

Am: don’t be silly red balloon.
for hands and feet and ears cannot speak, they simply are not alive

Rb: but you are alive Amanda Mustang, you began talking the day I imagined you.The other balloons say that you are not real, but I know you exist. Maybe from your point of view I’m made up and the other Amanda Mustangs would say “stop talking to that balloon Amanda Mustang, for balloons and teddy’s and cats cannot speak and balloons and teddy’s and cats are not real”

AM: I’m sorry red balloon

Rb: why so Amanda Mustang ?

Am: well for doubting your existence and I apologize to you too both left and right hands

L and R H: That’s okay Amanda Mustang, we forgive you

I hate marijuana.
It is a class A drug for a reason.
It destroys your brain and brings anarchy to the world.

Me looks both ways to see if anyone around
ok mon, now dat da feds are gone, lets get ta business.
Me inhales me blessed ******

**** is cool. It's actually really nice.
If ya t'ink otherwise, den ya better t'ink twice.
Me gonna tell you, why Reggae is my life.
Me love Reggae so much me wish it was me wife.
Marijane is me love. Spliffs and Reefers too.
Kush makes me so hot you'd t'ink I had da flu.
Why should ya smoke herb? Me gonna tell you why.
When ya smoke heaven's grass ya feel like ya gonna fly.
Away from all ya problems. Towards a purposeful end.
Makes ya feel, so nice. ****, you will soon befriend.


Reefer
hErb
Green
Grass
Anus
­Everything Cook and Curry (Reggae term for "Everything is Fine")

*REGGAE

Sigh! It's so boring! Life's but a loop
Wish I could run with a circus troupe
Or maybe join a rock climbing group
Why doesn't 'coup' sound exactly like 'coop'
'Coop' rhymes with 'soup' which is 'coup' with an 'S'
I'm late, in hot soup! What a mess!

Work...work... Gotta get to work. I'm late
Aww man...did you really have to lock the gate??
Splendid, terrific, this is just great!
Who the heck puked on this floor made of slate

I'm out and it's pouring now. The rain will wash it away
Sh*t! It's pouring and I'm stranded, no brolly. Yay...!

Stranded...thank goodness I have music
Choose shuffle and then click
Through my plugs, stream out N'Sync
I know... I know... I know what you must think

I think I have to think of something
Take shelter for now is what I'm thinking

Or maybe I should call in sick
No...no... It's the last day of the week
A taxi! A taxi I should seek!

A taxi would quicken my pace
If I can get one in the first place
If only I hadn't sold... I still had my bike
My head wouldn't potentially be on a pike

Miss my bike, her knobby tyres, she was my Winona Ryder
Sensuous and sleek, my Yamaha with jet black fender
Ride a bike, must wear shoes. Much safer

Love my shoes, I own more than a dozen
Nails need trimm... Oh look! A ******* raven!

No... a crow... Well, some bird stranded like me
Can't fly on wet feathers seeking refuge under a tree

Wait a second! Where was I?
Oh nails! Trimming tonight, I must try
Clean fingernails, everyone likes
***! I'm still stranded! Yikes!

Brave the rain, walk briskly, no time to waste
Move quickly, go on...make haste!

Care not for getting wet
Go now! Ready...get set...
Awgh! Didn't zip up my bag
This just adds on to my lag

ZIPP!
TRIP!
Tripped over a stone
No one saw, luckily I'm alone!

Gee... I have 21 bags, perhaps too many for a guy
Must go jogging tonight, next week or maybe next July
Oh shoot, shoelace's undone...now I've got to tie
Text message in on my phone, volume set on high

Work just texted, asking so many questions
Among which - "Have you submitted last week's requisitions?"
Why do we text when we can talk
People don't meet anymore, on Facebook they rock

Hmm beginning to hate Facebook but I still do check
Woohoo! Found a coin by the grass verged track
Oh ten cents, well it's still money
I'll save it, it'll come in handy
Perfect! Now I'm wet
Because of the coin I tried to get

Hmm...where was I again?
Gosh my mind's like a derailed train
One of those days I guess I'll remain...
A...

          S CA  TTE  RB RA  I    N

.

spining spinnig spinning spinnging spinging spinining spinning spinning psinngin psinnging psinning spining psminnng psinng psing spinning itching tiching tiching itching itching ithcintign itching ithc nihting itching itching itching my chgest chest chet chest chets chest chesth ches thchc chest chest chestch sthech sethch schesth chesth seht esht eshthe sehches stghse tpanic panic panic panic itching panich painc itchingpainic pinaibng pinc ananc intching paning cnians pannigba sicthicn itcthing itching ithcing itching ithchi nhelp help help ehple help e helpe helpe helpe help help help ehlp ehlpe help ehple go waay away waway away away away aya away away away waya waya awaya waya away awaya no i don’t wnat o ts see ll you this coffee get the **** out of my ****** gface itching itchin gnaimial itching reage rage rage rrage gar eget the **** cis ssifi ficuking ishaf sisth ge tou to fmy fauck ceuang face te get out of my faucking *******  ******* **** ing ******* fuckng icing ******* fufking ******* tufkc thing face get the **** out of my face get the **** out of my face get the **** out of my face and leave me alone get the fucki out to foi my face and leave me alone spinning sinning range tulnnel vision tunnel spinning tiching cehst panic get out o fmy face i don’t want to sell you foccefe and you are n’t going to e to to to to to tip me anyway you ******* **** head yet the **** out of my afce and leave me the **** anlone i have n’t taken a break a break a brak breath in like like like twnety minutes breaht ebreathe breathe abreathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe don’t tell me to ******* breathe i know to ******* breathe rage rage rage rage tag r rage reag e aasdna breathe brathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breahte breathe breathe breabdth rbreathe breathe breathe rbaein out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in rythm rhythm rhtrm why the **** is that work word do so why the **** is that word so hard to spenl wp swhy the fu ck wiuy why the **** is that word si focukning hard to spell foeaajsdg why the **** is thwa why the **** is tha twor what why the **** is that word so hard to sle why the **** is that word os why the **** is that word so hard to spell rhyhtm rhyr rhythem rhythm tryhtm in out in ou to int out in tih rhythm rhytm tr intching itching itching ittchahinsdg in out in out outu ihn out in iuth out it ou th hei is this poetry hooray i wrote something go me look at all those words on the page i put thise there **** yeah go me hooray i was creative with my panic attack good for me good for ******* me now i guess the next step is to just go insatne and get drink run right horay hooray hooray three cheers for me i wrote something and it’s gonne anga nd id it’s gonna get me a million ******* dollars because i channeled ma my rf **** ing rage and that’s what epeople whatn ranwt ranw ran ran want wri sfsa tir right i it’s jurat rage riage rajfjs rb braeat breathe breathe breathe breathe breahte btrahet breathe i can’t ty e i can’t te i can’t tpye n d i can’t type ab ica i can’t type and breahte a ti ci  i can’t type and breathe at the samet ime i can’t tyime i can’t y i can’t type and breathe at the same to i can’t tiy i can’t type and breathe at the same timy i can’t ta i can’t type and breathe at the same time but maybe when i fguyre maybe when i figure out how to t mabye maybe when i figure out how to do that i’l act maybe bw maybe when i figure out how to do wh wm maybe wheni figure out how to do that i’ll write something that doesn’t make me want to **** myself but for now i detes i but forno but for now i detest ever ev but for now i want to stab every sing le but for now i want to strange but for now i want t o but for now i want to strangle every wrod that comes out ofmy ******* ******* useless garbage handss

I was red wine,
You were blueberry.

I was robust and full-bodied
Maybe the only one
As unpredictably
rich as you

And much worse
At concealing it

We joined in
Meals where we only
Discussed
What we were hungry for.

But in our starvation
We confused eachother

For food
And we tore
Ourselves
Apart

Imagine Breakfast
Lunch, and Dinner

Smiling across
at you
From the other side of
Your pillow

Because we
Weren’t after sustenance

It was never your taste
That satisfied
but still I had been licking
The salt off of your skin

Somehow, I was the one
That felt raw in the morning

But we were new to
The institution
Munchies were to be
Expected

But our empty calories
Created blockages around my heart

Only the basic needs
Slipped through
Reminding me of
The hunger I was stifling

We boiled over
And looked elsewhere for feed

You had broken
Your diet lifestyle
Not seeing how
Emaciated it had made you

You indulged yourself
On the richness of being filled

And you threw it up
Silently in the bathroom
Flushing away
The burning

So no one
Would ever know

But I saw the color
Return to your cheeks
As we set our table
For the meal we would

Never eat.

Gonna take my dial from five-fifty
to a hundred and eight miles an hour
  
The radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
  
Gonna move my dial on the radio
Surf it
See what pleasures I can find
Surf it
Look for something on the radio
Surf it
It's always changing all the time
A middle-aged man with a radio
Can feel like a kid sometimes
  
Bringing back memories of when I was a kid
Staying up late to get more stations
I could listen to baseball from Missouri
Or alien stories from K L Kooky
It made me feel "what a great nation"
An idea improved by innovation
  
I can move my dial anywhere I want
Go up or down for a different spot
Maybe tune in to a song or two
And then sports or news, or baby you choose
Or a Spanish station that rocks the nation
With the craziest sounds that cause vibrations
  
Could be variety or a southern country jamboree
AM or FM, to me it's all heaven
Just to be surfin' the stations I'm searchin'
Cruising for blues or a song that is new
Maybe I'll search for religion or something
Or talk to a sports nut who's a news ******
  
I can go classic or talk of the town
Listen to jazz or the new rap in town
All kinds of rock, RB, rhythm and blues
Maybe the standards, pop, just what is new
Anytime, anywhere, anyway too
That's what I like about radio, you
  
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer now!

"i miss you."

your beautiful, soft fairy-like features.
the soft, pale skin kissed with blemishes.
your small hands holding mine- holding together the broken pieces of my heart.

"i miss you."

the innocent, puppy like eyes staring back at me.
the feelings running through my mind gazing into your honey-dipped eyes.
the gorgeous flowing brown locks- dancing in the wind- the ones i love to run my fingers through.
your soft smile- melting all of my coldness surrounding my soul.

"it's all winter here, even in August."

my heart breaks when you're not with me. the snow buries my thoughts in cold misery.
the darkness surrounds my senses.

"how long do i have to wait, and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend to see you-to meet you."

i can't wait to see your eyes crinkle as you laugh at my jokes.
the warmth in your smile that brings out so much joy in me.
the soft feeling of your hands on my body.
the sweet vanilla scent of you-residing within my clothes.
the sweet taste of your strawberry-tinted lips.

"i try to exhale you in pain, like smoke- like white smoke. i say that i'll erase you, but i can't really let you go yet."

you're on my mind all day and night.
you're the voice that keeps me up at night.
the parasite infecting my brain.
it hurts. but i can't let it go. im addicted.

"the morning will come again. no darkness, no season is eternal."

"wait a little bit, just a few more nights. i'll be there to see you. i'll come for you."

"please stay, please stay there a little longer."

we'll meet again my love.
just like we did before.
please. wait for me a bit longer.
until i see you one

spring day.


-RB

Nothing to prove..
                to people
who are counting on me..
                         to
           f  
              A
                 l                p
                      l        a       a
                                               R
                                                      T

      ­                      
                                •rb

We were built as a compass to the
Stars and the sun
The moon held us
As the earth turned.
We were raised in wildwood
Times, when fires burned
In hearts above.
Standing still, prayers still
Drip from us,
We hold your knowledge
In the turning of the sun.
RB

Is love when you want the other person to be with someone better than you?

Blackbird song pierces the rain
A green thread of Spring,
A needle in a dark woven tapestry.
It dances through me
Beauty, flying slow, curling green
As I open my eyes to the day.

RB
16/5/17

She dressed herself in beguiling array,
never did she grumble nor ever she dared say..
that her life
is not worth living
even when she only lasts a day.



•rb

nqxg aqw.
dozdbv, dozdbv.
cqxdpq vh cqaxjc rb yrwlqnm bqdc,
qdt y sqd'j iqo q vksaydw jxydw.
xnt bntkcm's gdzq ld, zmxvzxr.
lgg dgkl af qgmj gof zwsv,
dtz'aj fqbfdx iwjfry ytt rzhm ktw dtzw tbs ltti.
pdbeh brx'uh guhdplqj ri ph.
zrxogq'w wkdw eh lurqlf.
.-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- --..--
.- .-.. .-- .- -.-- ... --..-- / .- .-.. .-- .- -.-- ...
..-. --- .-. . ...- . .-. ;

I have not the words
For my lines, they have evaded me.
Sometimes I feel them slip
Under the horizon
Out of my eye line
Alive in the cracks
Like the edge of a mirror.
I imagine them, on the edge,
Their horizon, being lit by
The moon and the sun
Day and night, passes and scythed letters
I cannot remember, sink deep in the
Earth, my words, slip
In this fog.

I hope I can reach them soon,
Lit by the years, and the moon and sun,
My lost words under the horizon.

RB

ć                        ch



cz                       č

   and how language is the most
volatile substance known
        to man -
as if constructed solely from alkali
metals -
                                              Li    Na    K     Rb
              Cs                    Fr -
concerning the italicised: or how
to spot the odd one out -
as is peculiar to all diacritics
                               *č = ch = cz -
whereas the Germanic offshoot that's
English applies the aesthetic of
chisel and chatter,
      the Slavic offshoots that are
represented above (Czech former,
Polski latter) use the caron and
equivalent of cheap as czapka (hat)
kowbojska (cowboy's) -
                          but you still have
to remember the exact encoding of
Czech -
               to be in check -
                   and play these alphabetical
chequers -
                   with due queue - or by simply
demanding your cue in the demographic
splintering apart.
                    as with English
the many variations to encode,
                as with
papa German and mama French (1066)
        or what was ******* Celtic:
Sel-tick         in Glasgow and K elsewhere
             namely Celt -
as if looking at a moth (ćma) -
                  which is unlike the waiting time
(czas czekania) embedded in winter
               in anticipation of spring's floral
rainbows - it's stressed differently -
   unique, as this diacritical approach
of acute on consonants is more
pronounced
   and modifies the sound much
differently than in, say
       grave abbreviation in française (s) /
                                                  françé -
or not finishing the hélèn(e)
   even further (h)élèn(e)
   ‎À l'immortalité - (to immortality, also
                                optional) -
of course: much frowned upon:
        with much gusto and a hand gesture
of a thumb tucked into a partially folded
hand: esthétique! but alas no θ in
       that too;
     but it's almost as if no one wrote an
instruction manual for Englishª (the
possessive self of language without any
human representation, or a language abandoned
    in light akin to a dodo extinction
  and then picked up by travellers from
a distance)
                                     ªunending variations.
   as already said, acute above consonants
is more pronounced than on vowels -
              e.g.    ó = u           and unending
are the lessons in orthography in Poland -
     unending, like writing lines in detention:
because so-and-so said that his was
the more beautiful a spelling.
                 czar (spell) of the charred tsar -
the closest way to provide how a close
relation of equally said ćma  -
                            as one man said
in the 17th century in Düsseldorf:
         i doth not travel very far from it.
ah, the archaic passable and unreturnable.
           i'll be honest though (vou)
               writing poetry sober
is so unrewarding, unremitting,
         much ado about e. e. cummings
in feel and as much ado likened
    to Goethe -
                 absolute undrunk not only
in the pure sense, but in how language can
also intoxicate -
              sober composition
is the opposite of alkali metals' nature -
all in all: absolutely no impression of a
haunting sense of urgency -
             too Apollonian - too rigid,
  very American even - grids, straight lines
no roundabouts or windy roads akin to
     Europe: winding, grizzly, feral -
                   perhaps even Aussie dingo;
even if it's good... i'm not feeling it.

I enjoy all kinds of music
Though Country suits me best
I like to dance the Two-step
To the rhythms of the West

I  do enjoy Top 40
I play Long Hair in the car.
But when my heart is breakin’
I want to hear a steel guitar.

Jazz is not my thing at all
Least favorite by far
There is no sound in music
Better than a steel guitar

I went and learned to Disco
Though the two-step’s more my style
And I can handle RB sounds
If it’s only for a while

When I’m happy, I like boogie
When it’s played loud in a bar
But if my heart is achin’
Nothing beats a steel guitar

When everything’s considered
I like all the songs there are
But when my soul gets weary
I need to hear a steel guitar.
                            ls/ljm

my brother once said to me "women are like fireworks. once up in the sky, they're beautiful and bright. but one wrong decision in life and they're gone in an instant."

so maybe- instead of describing women as fireworks, why not describe life as a firework?

the initial spark of life, the journey upwards, the explosion of color, and the oh so quick ending.

when the firework is first lit, no one knows what to expect. when humans are born, no one knows what to expect- we love to say we do, but we don't. at all.

the fireworks' journey upwards. the seemingly endless flight upwards. the human evolution. the many obstacles and experiences effecting each person. each spark.

the explosion. the best part of it all. the part everyone looks forward to. the feeling of happiness of waiting for it to explode- the anticipation and wondering of how it'll be- the experience of being successful, happy, and free to do anything you put your mind to.

the big, bright, beautiful, colorful individual. the grand reveal of the wondrous moment.

the slow falling of the sparks, the colors fainting into the dark night sky. the time coming to an end- the time of life. the time of love and light. all good things must come to an end eventually. every good firework show has it's grand finale

so don't let life dim your sparkle. your life. ignite it. let yourself free. let out your inner

firework.



-RB