"toto" poems
Lush is the quietude
of the late Saturday afternoon,
rich are the silencing sounds,
as variegated as the shades of greens
of a man-seeded, nature-patchworked lawn
rays reveal some bright,
some yellowed spots,
all a potent color palette
resting worry wearied eyes,
untroubled by the gentle fading light's illumination,
that soon will disappear and seal officially,
another week gone by
the lawn,
acting as an ceiling acoustic tile,
absorbing and reflecting
the varied din of disharmonious
natural sounds orchestrated,
an ever present reminder
that true quiet
is not the absence of noise
I hear
the chill in the air,
insects debating vociferously
their Saturday evening plans,
the waves broom-swishing beach debris,
pretending to be young parents
putting away the children's toys for the eve
the birds speak in Babel multitudes of tongues,
chirps, whistles, clicks and clacks,
then going strangely silent as if all were
praying collectively the afternoon sabbath service,
with an intensity of the silent devotion
this moment, i cannot
well enough communicate,
this trump of light absolutes,
and animal maybes,
that are visually and aurally
presented in a living surround sound screen,
Dolby, of course,
all a plot of
ease and gentility,
in toto,
sweet serenity
here to cease,
no more tinkering,
leave well enough,
plenty well enough
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Spring upon the rose and live on the flow—
delve into the fragrance that goes full tilt
on petals that never drift with the wind.
Let it be—without form,
without a visual show.
Let’s not forget the truth:
even in pitch-dark invisible moments,
the Moon puts up a show.
Believe it or not—around that sweet spot,
the artistic paragon, Paradise, may be the next stop.
The butterfly paradise slips out to fly,
wafting into the enduring scent of a paint so bold.
Lo—on its picturesque wings it holds every eye;
where it reaches, no one knows.
It’s on the other side of the pool—
only Queen Fathima knows that sweet spot!
Any pause is deadly, heavy-handed on that route.
Death is no more; it’s unknown now.
And time—ripe for beauteous sight—is on for good!
If only one can hold their gaze,
walking the secret alleyways of God!
Oh, they flower in the fire,
dip into the sea in a single drop of water,
and pan out to another world within this world.
This time, Moses resists not—
his eyes peep beyond the burnt Mount Sinai,
gazing through burnt kohl,
across the shaded pollens
of the Ultimate Burning Beauty!
When it’s live in the true terra incognita,
it could be beyond the paradise rainbow—
the one show the true seekers sought the most.
Before long, all the rest may fade into the kohl.
Godsent, the most beautiful feminine paragon—Fathima—
lifts the black screen off at once, casting her gaze
from every never-blurred, myriad fractal pixel.
All in all, even the never-known pi digits in toto
soak into the one true description of reality's show!
Be en route—
it’s only the chosen eyes’ wonder-show,
where the handsome swans of Paradise stand on their toes.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Minsan sa mundo,
akala mo ikaw lang ang malas,
lahat hinahanapan mo ng butas.
Pero ang totoo,
Gusto mo lang tumakas. . .
'Yan! 'Yan ang labing may gatas!
Kinukutya mo ang gobyerno,
dahil di sila patas,
eh, sino nga b'ang nag-atas?
Paano tayo kakalas,
Kung wala naman tayong lakas?
Nagdedesisyon ka nga
ng di alam ang konstitusyon,
paano mo nalaman ang tamang solusyon?
Nilagay natin sila sa posisyon,
dahil nagbigay sila ng maraming kondisyon,
na lahat naman, ilusyon!
Eh, sino nga ba ang iboboto?
Kung halos lahat sila,
ang hanap, deboto!
Ano sila santo?
Oh, tingnan mo ko,
kung makapagsalita,
akala mo kung sino. . .
Sorry sa mga kritisismo . . .
Pero sa totoo lang yung gobyerno,
pinapadami lang yung mapupunta
sa impyerno.
Di ko nilalahat,
pero pano nga ba tumukoy?
Binigyan ng kapangyarihan,
para manindigan,
manilbihan sa bayan,
pero anong ginawa?
Pinabayaan.
Kaya yan,
dahil sa kahirapan,
lahat sabik sa pangako. . .
Kalaunan. . .pag pinaglaban mo,
ikaw pa ang matatakot!
Magsasaka nga, sariling ani,
iba ang humahakot. .
Ibang nagmatapang,
sila pang dinambangan!
Kaya ako, di nalang boboto. .
Di basta basta makiki-uso.
Dahil ang totoo,
wala akong makitang seryoso.
Puro sila, sariling negosyo.
Gawa ng gawa ng imperyo!
Makita mo ang gobyerno,
andaming benepisyo.
Kadalasan, si chief puro pa reklamo!
Eh, milyon naman ang komisyon
Sa sariling institusyon!
Kulang pa daw!
Wow, napaka-halimaw!
Pero ang tingin nila sa kalsada
yung mga bata, perwisyo?!
Kaya ba nila tinago, sa malayo
nang dumating ang mga dayo?!
Oh, di mo alam no?
Kasi nga tinago!
Sana yung susunod na uupo,
yung taong, totoo.
Yung kahit malaya,
di mandadaya. . .
Gawing tama ang pagboto. .
Di ka na si toto,
Di ka si nene,
Wag madala sa mga ugong ng hele!
Meron at meron yan!
Di lang natin makita,
kaya ang payo ko:
WAG KANG MANGHULA. .
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
A fueling, flashing fulgent, furnace, fulgurous, frothy, fumes and feathery flakes,
I do not speak of waves of snow, hoary frost, or ice, a cold gelare or even frozen lakes!
Formidable, furrows, fructifying, functioning fruition to foremost fondly found a flaming,
I revel not in such destruction but choices for my naming!
For flowers flow fields forever, forswearing funneling fjords finitely, fire fray’s forests furthermost,
Instructing in the arts of language, for I am your gracious host!
Fakir formulates factious forms fading flummoxed into fury, a fugacious fusible and furtive fleeting feigning furiosity,
A deep ditch dug, tight as pug, wrapped blanket snub though not a flub, all perspicacity!
Finds frosty frore a frozen freezing faction for fusty flaming feasance,
Fomorian fantasy of formidable faggoting, facient up to fancying, fancying, furnaced flesh fluidity finds itself factitivity, facets for fabulists from the faint familiarity,
Relating cold to heat as such, requires but a human touch, apologize I do you see for all my clueless severity!
Fans of all the falconry, who fallow fields of family, falter for a fallacy, falling into infamy as forgone flame frontogenesis, fatigues a Faustian felony, for which fate finds is fastigiated foolery, febrile features featly and yet furiously, favonian fear of fellowship fiendishly, figures foal to fatherly, finally fiddle flinchingly, although not so too furtively;
I finagle in my filigree!
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Auntie Em is calling….
I was just getting to love my Emerald City
The shiny feel of it, its sweetly diverse demi-monde.
Its shimmering green beauty and tranquil sense of safety.
The heels of my ruby red slippers were well & truly dug in.
But no, the state fair balloon stands before me tied up & ready to go.
A grand exclamation mark in my way if ever there was one.
And Toto for once has gone mute, no chance of a last minute hold up.
"Dorothy, Dorothy, where are you?"
I guess it must have been too fantastical a dream to be true.
A time for goodbyes.
I’m embracing the Lion telling him to always be proud of himself & not to walk unafraid.
The Tin Man’s gentle open heartedness I compliment him on as we both shed tears.
The Scarecrow I kiss and thank for his loyalty & grace under fiery pressure.
With a heavy heart, I climb that first tentative step on the block.
"We’re sick with worry over you"
I could be angry but the wise words of the mystic ring loudly in my year.
I do need to go back – My Auntie Em is really calling me.
Calling me back to the grey flatlands of home.
Back to the numbness of small town heteronormativity.
Where Twisters rarely every came by to sweep you away and save you.
I could only keep singing ‘Over The Rainbow’ in vain hope.
"Find yourself a place where you won't get into any trouble!
Unlike Dorothy Gale, this Dorothy left Kansas voluntarily
The long yellow brick road finally took me under the rainbow and on to my Emerald City
I no longer pined for home but knew all along that it would call me back one day.
And so here I am, drifting higher & higher away from my adopted home.
Perhaps I need to build a revolving door when I get there to pass through both worlds easily
Or perhaps bring something of the rainbow back to illuminate the grey-lands.
Or perhaps – in reality - some reconciliation between these worlds is in order.
Perhaps.
It’s time to slip on the ruby red slippers and prepare the way for Kansas.
Yes, this Dorothy has surrendered but
I always had the power to be me, my dear.
I just had to learn it for myself.
August –September 2018
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
Pi, at the end of its endless decimals' grandeur,
meets a human being—who holds a mirror!
Until now, the number, knowing only sway,
has been lost in discovery’s polished way.
No more: it begins—on a human—in front of its eye.
Patterns and unique precision, patternless waves,
new math tides soar, pivot at the cosmos' height,
only to bag the ultimate truth:
Fathima—the first spiritual woman—mooned there first!
Fathima steps forward where nature falls behind,
across the dead end, the irrational chasm she strides.
For the cosmos' deep mind, Earth, the ocean is but a drop;
the rope to the top is the lead—the feminine Fathima’s lock!
Raw Fathima moves; in shadow, nature follows,
clustering atoms span between the two,
only to witness her encrypted, secured fashion—
intact, uncharted, yet fully functioning,
in Makkah and Medina, while she lived.
The red fairies at midday’s spot-on,
the black swans arching rainbows in wonder—
marvel how Fathima deduces, straw by straw,
the maestros’ dream of ascension,
potion-polished, taking Ma pauses in liminal crescendos,
between past and future, here and hereafter—a circular duo.
Limning out chiaroscuro in light and shadow—
nothing like it exists, in plain sight or the world in toto!
Rainbows shaded in, sparking out,
the scent of roses in her veiled black hair:
the cosmos anew glinting off her edge,
deeper quintessence than dark matter!
The blueprint, the intelligent pre-design, rests in her elements.
The breakthrough exponent—hidden in her eyes.
Yet beyond the masses’ gaze,
she remains Zahra—light upon the original way.
Truly, only one feminine form has reached across
the other end of the cosmos' endless highway,
zooming past nature’s hidden gems—the irrational Pi,
the complex chasm—a mathematical goldmine.
Beyond the masses’ eyes and their painted canvases,
shine the daylight and the glowing fireflies of the night.
Viva Mankind! Fathima is the Moon at the highest high!
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Dorothy's Kansas never looked so comforting, her black and white world never so safe--never so flat, so barren.
Didn't she learn her lessons? She caused such trouble! She gave Auntie Emm such a fright! That bump on the head must have caused her brain damage. After the "big storm" was only a memory, and the terrible twister only a town tale, Dorothy did it again.
She ventured out on her own.
Yet Mrs. Gulch was still a witch. And Dorothy's "nasty, little dog" still got into the garden. The sheriff was ready to track her down and clamp down on her for good! Running home frantically for help, Dorothy realized that Auntie Emm was still too busy ******** at her shiftless farmhands, henpecking tired, old Uncle Henry,
and he was just too cranky to care. The farmhands were supposed to be her friends, but they just started crabbing at her again.
They soon gave her what for. "Dot, didn't you learn a thing in life?" "Didn't we rescue you once from a pigpen?" "That heart of yours leads you in the wrong direction! " "Where are your brains, anyway?"
Heartbroken, naive Dorothy realized something that was quite profound. Her heart was always in the right place--she just needed the courage, the courage to know she was smart enough to make it on her own. So Dorothy packed her bags, especially remembering her red ruby slippers. She would never forget her loyal friend and sidekick, her beloved pooch, Toto. If she was going, he was going with her.
So there she stood, suitcases in hand, in her bleak, little, colorless world. Terrified, she stood upon the precipice. Fear or faith? And all of a sudden she was noticed again! Just what was she doing? Who did she think she was fooling? Was she crazy!?
"You'll never make it!", they all warned. "You don't know the first thing about how to live in a Technicolor world!"
"Sorry, I do love you", Dorothy answered back. "But I disagree and I will forward you my new address". So off she went finding the path down the yellow brick road.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 3:54 AM UTC
Me love agony, seen?
Me hate baldheads, seen?
Me love collie, seen?
Me hate duppies, seen?
Me love easing up, seen?
Me hate fishes, seen?
Me love ***** seen?
Me hate harbour sharks, seen?
Me love "irie's", seen?
Me hate janga, seen?
Me love kush, seen?
Me hate lagga heads, seen?
Me love mateys, seen?
Me hate nyng'i-nying'i, seen?
Me love o-dokono, seen?
Me hate passa passa, seen?
Me love quashes, seen?
Me hate running belly, seen?
Me love science (witchcraft), seen?
Me hate toto, seen?
Me love uptown goodas, seen?
Me hate vixxin', seen?
Me love wheels, seen?
Me hate da yout, seen?
Me love Zion, seen?
Me fuckin' love Zion
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
(DEPRESYON)
Sa mundong ito ay patuloy na nabubuhay ako,
Wala akong pinipili na kahit na sino,
Basta sa oras na ako ay makilala mo,
Sa oras na pinapasok mo 'ko,
Hindi ko alam kung kaya mo akong takasan,
Dahil marami ng nagtangkang kitilin ang buhay ng dahil sa hatid kong kapalaran.
Ako, ang sisira sa buhay mo,
Gagawin kong miserable ang utak mo,
Kapag nakilala mo ako,
Kahit saan ka pa magtago
Wala! Walang tutulong sayo!Tandaan mo!
Lahat sila aayawan mo!
Guguluhin ko ang iyong mundo,
Yayanigin ko bawat pahina ng buhay mo,
Kahit ipagpilitan isarado ang bintana,
Papasok, papasukin kita,Wala ka nang magagawa! Sumuko ka na!
Kaibigan hinihintay na kitang sumama,
Ikukulong kita, sa lugar na hindi na makakalabas pa,Kahit ilang beses hanapin Susi para makalabas sa suliranin, Ikaw ay pilit kong aangkinin.
Pilit kitang aagawin,Dahil sinasabi ko sa'yo isang pagpapanggap lang ang kanilang gagawin,
Makinig ka! Halika na at sa akin ay sumama,
Dahil alam kong patuloy lang sila sa panghuhusga,Patuloy ka lang kukutyain,
At patuloy ka lang paiiyakin,
Oo, nabubuhay ako sa husga, sa kutya, sa pagbalot sa sarili mo sa awa,
Sa walang tigil na pagluha ng iyong mga mata,
At sa malalang pag-iisip tulad ng pabago-bagong emosyon na hindi alam kung ano ba talaga,Nabubuhay ako at mas lumalakas ako,
Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang isang taong mahilig magtago,Ilihim ang nararamdamang sakit sa kahit na sino,Mas lalakas pa ako kung sa oras na ako ay niyakap mo.
Huwag kang magtangka,Pagtakas ay wala kang mapapala,Dahil kapag dinapuan na kita,
Wala ng gugulo pa sa iyong mundong ginawa,
Gilitan ng leeg, wala pa ring talab,
Susundan kita hanggang kabilang buhay
Kahit magtago ka man sa kaibuturan ng kagubatan.Ako, ang iyong kalaban,
Patago kitang sasaktan,
At unti-unti kitang pahihirapan,
Ako ang madadala sa'yo sa kamatayan,
Buhay ako at patuloy na gagambala sa iyong mundo,Mistulang buhay mo ay sisirain ko,
Unti-unti kong babaguhin ang iyong sarili,
At titiyaking ni isa sa iyo ay walang mananatili.
Tandaan mo, at laging isaisip mo,
Kakatok ulit ako sa pintuan mo,
Dahil ilang beses ko ng sinabi sa'yo,
Na nabubuhay ako sa lungkot, sa takot, sa luha, sa panghuhusga ng iba,
At sa tuwing nag-iisa ka habang hindi na alam ang gagawin at solusyonan ang problema.
Ipapaalala ko lang sa iyo na hindi mo ako basta madadaig,Na hindi mo ako basta malulupig,
Hangga't dala-dala mo ang aking mundo,
Hindi ako titigil sa'yo.
May panahon ka pa,Makakatakas ka pa,
At magagawa mo akong daigin kung makikinig ka,
Hindi ako kasinungalingan,
Nagsasabi ako ng toto, dahil totoo ako.
Kung sinasabi nila peke ako,Na dulot ko lang ay pagpapapansin,Sinasabi ko na sa'yo mali ang makinig sa kanilang daing,
Intindihin mo ako at unawain lahat ng sinasabi ko,Marami ng buhay ang nawasak ng dahil sa akin,Kaya kung mabuhay ng matagal ang iyong hangarin,Pakinggan mo ako dahil hindi ako nagbibiro,At hindi ako nakikipaglaro.
Hindi ako pag-iinarte, hindi ako pag-iinarte.
Sa oras na dapuan ko ang mga mahal niyo,
o maging ang mga kaibigan mo,
Pakiusap, hawakan mo ang kaniyang kamay at hilain papunta sa masayang mundo,
Pakiusap ko!Kung sakaling ako ay makilala mo,
Layuan mo ako,Ipakilala mo ako sa lahat ng malaman nila na hindi ako pagpapapanggap.
Makakatakas ka pa,Makakatas ka.
Nabubuhay ako sa mundong ito,Ngunit kaya niyo ako.Dasal lang at tiwala sa sarili ang katapat ko.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
Slashers Defined
In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could
reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much
time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues,
rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree.
If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured.
Anyway on with the show.
Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos.
Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm
Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been
Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot
Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz –
Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo
Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure
Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman
Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock
Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen
Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow
Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play)
Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz
Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock
Goerge Benson – Jazz
Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock
Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad
Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo
Joe Satriani - New age – solo
Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo
Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo
Chet Atkins – jazz, country
John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo
Neal Schon – Journey
Steve Lukather – Toto
Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo
Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo
Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing
Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard)
Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's
Phil Keaggy – New age Christian
Robin Trower – Procul Harem
Brian May – Queen
Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan
Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues
Carlos Santana – Santana
Ronnie Montrose – Montrose
Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion
Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
You guys have been together,
For 35 years,
So much has changed,
With lots of Laughter and tears.
You guys have struggled,
You guys have persevered,
As your children,
We had this growing fear.
That we could never satisfy,
That our goals were unclear,
But you guys guided us through,
As our role models through all these years.
And now another milestone,
35 years in the making,
Of love and happiness,
And we are here celebrating.
All apart,
But yet together in your hearts,
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!
-Tj, Inday, Toto, Nene
—Thomas James Written on December 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
When Dorothy trod the paths of Oz
Her companions were deficient:
One lacked Courage,
One lacked brains,
One was heartless, but
Ax Proficient.
She was an illegal alien,
from Kansas, of all
places!
Imagine, when she and
Toto came-
the look on people’s faces.
Still that was seventy years ago.,
In another place and time-
Just before we went to war
against evil personified.
If Dorothy, today,appeared
with a similar convocation
The Wizard might mistake them
for a Congressional Delegation
For lack of brain and heart and spine
Our Congress is more than sufficient-
Some lack Courage, some lack brains
Some are heartless but
tax proficient
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
Long hours, late nights, many sleepless nights
Tired feet galore
Dorothy’s discarded her Ruby Slippers for shoes of glass
But Glinda kept the magic
The feminine Tin man with his girlish heart and voice
Has had a *** change now
And how a dress of mesh fits 'em oh so well
Toto was put down for eating one of the slippers
Been replaced by house keeping mice
At least they can't chew glass
Scarecrow gained prestige and balance
Those things of which he lacked
The Cowardly Lion shaved his curly mop
We still haven’t seen him since
Aunty Em gained the crown she very much deserved
Uncle Henry preferred the merchant life
Since the Wizard foresaw their separation
Now Cinderella’s in a tizzy
Her stepsisters make her dizzy
And truth be told, you never hear
She had a bit too much to drink, so near
to the ball, first dress was ripped
The other slipped far off her head when she tripped
One shoe on, the other gone
And the rest….
Well, you know.
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 6:12 AM UTC
The terra is only one
planted in clay soil
one planet of earth!
The sneaked out nightingale
here is never gone.
Unleashes soprano
at the same ancient roses'
still a perfumed home!
It's the starry upside's
dark down deep hole.
Sunset melting shadow
down the half light moon!
Eyes on in toto cool
after the day painter sun
is done colouring in full.
Guess, up from the sunrise mountain
who beams back tomorrow
into this unfathomed serene clay-mole?
Again see the sun follows by the moon!
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
Her parents told her to "grow up" so she put away her diary
Use to have stories of being queen, ones that were all blissfully inspiring.
But imagination grew tiring
And apparently so did she..
It's Job hunting, which heels? Which follows uncertainty.
With her heart that always peeks, and opens up that one page, that one that said she'll grow up but never truly act her age.
The page of "Never, Never Land", gum drops in Candyland, following the yellow brick road with toto and the tin man. Toes in the kingdoms sand
And Prince Charming as her ideal man.
Not one care in the world, living life joyest & open minded without any plan.
What happen? Why did she lose all she believed?
Did life take her imagination, walk away and just leave?
"Happy" was what she wrote down when asked what she wanted to achieve...
When women lose their innoncets
When little girls listen to reality and stop creating new ways too dream.
When her mind loses faith, when her heart starts to bleed
When love becomes a nightmare, pain suddenly is there, honesty becomes a lie and happiness becomes "I don't cares"
When girls become women
When simplicity becomes complex decisions
Take a moment to close your eyes
Women, see the honest little girl deep inside your distorted visions
Open up your diary now and write one more line
That girls have to grow up, but tht doesn't mean inside.
(Now open and smile)
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
Judy Judy Kansas cutie / it starts in the heartland / Tornado = social change through manipulated crisis / Toto the only free agent / Dorothy struck on her head by the closing window of virtual possibility / She realizes that hope'n'change have reached the prairie / Alice in Wonderland Hollywood / Kansas as futurist narrative / Star Wars pre-dated / It's a Wonderful Mythic Life / Miss Gulch as Henry Potter / Witchery in bitchery: Hillary 2016 / Scarecrow as Celtic bog-sacrifice victim / Tinman as ****** therapy client / Did that hurt? No - it felt wonderful ! / Bible-belt Pentecostal subtexts: "the anointing" / obsolete leonine monarchies / Louis Quatorze the Sun King / enlightenment through concussion / the tyrant must be resisted from the heartland / populist progressives plot stealthily to justify their rule through the wizardry of science / the tyrant utilizes tech to manipulate the credulous / green state fascism / journey out of ontic inevitability into the futurist nightmare / eco-mammon bailouts / infantile mental midgets ruled by witch-tyrants = One World Munchkinland / Dorothy as redeemer-Messiah / Dorothy as Mary Poppins / America exports populist prophecy to the greater world / Glinda the Matriarch-Goddess / Glinda as transcendent Wisdom / the Anti-witch antidote / Patriarchy creates "special effects" subterfuge / flying monkeys: shock-troops of the witch / simian social justice warriors / Obama as Witch of West AND Wizard simultaneously / flying monkeys: brown-shirt armies of new multi-culti order / George W. Bush was the the witch the house ("Hope & Change') fell on / Over the Rainbow: somewhere beyond ****** identity grievance-mongering / There's no place like the Restoration of All Things
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Wandering the Yellow Brick Road,
Toto gallops at my side
The glittering Emerald City
Only a small spec on the horizon
But there is no rush, we will be there soon
Danger certainly doesn't lurk on our path
But what’s that?
A gray cloud rolling in
Over my grand escape
Surely this is the fault of the Wicked Witch
She is the cause of all trouble
In a happily untainted world
But what’s happening now?
The scarecrow?
Confused, lost
The tinman?
Cold, unloving
And the lion?
Timid, coy
But where is the wizard?
He should be arriving any moment now
He will surely help us find our way
But where is Glinda?
She knows reality will release its clutch
She will give us comfort
My fairy tale world cannot crumble
Even in the distant memory of childhood
I hope I haven’t somehow lost
My ruby red slippers along the way
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Secretly?Tall=Tower-fee lucky
777 "I'm Free"-Flowery + $$$
Being Oz-wizardly
Toto lucky bite red slipper
((Cowardly)) Lionly
-Whoa__ She got that Geisha Irony
This is Tokyo
Not the flower shop of Soho
(( Japan Chefs Black Panthers))
Shout box____
Unique flowers of
faces-gather
Too outfox____
One Geisha Flowery room
Twilight-places lightly bloom
Overpowering
Sunflower showering
Going nowhere
Her body heat
Is always
somewhere
Over flowered the rainbow
magic women
romantically spritz and spray
Love me love me not
I am waiting today
Flowered over one
Man?
Her Fortune-beds
The Geishas fine ink
Never pink
The best time to arrive
See her lucky red
((Geisha Flowery))
* * * *
Happy go lucky
Not the back rub
The gift of gab
Time feast Rolex
her index finger
Webs of flower cut
Debs
Was the cover-up
The best of the last
defeat of her
She Petals faster
The zipper-movie cut
Go zip
Irish spring shower
Boysenberry, Cherry, Power
Geisha dance flowery-trick
The vanilla-bean sky quick
The yogurt Greece fly
Her tablecloths
He finger
points cactus sharp points
The climate tells the
clues can you handle tricks
Crazzzzy____
glue
Softly silk skirt steak
Missed a few buds
((Geisha Flowery funds))
Tantalizing tiara pull
Off gave it to the
flower girl china doll
The music
Black Magic
women
Her sheer blouse
loosely fit his fancy
Playing Santana
Sitting with her
tea tiger lily
Felt so lonely
The champagne
half-heartedly
The whole Monet
Chandon
shirts
of Gucci
She's perked me
up Pucci *******
coo
Danger me dandelions
The next recruit
black rose pin
pursuit hungry like
wolf
Duran Duran
The discovery of
custard flan
The Geisha flowery
New York State
Who snitched out
her spouse
Flowers divinity Godly lands
I gotcha
Right in the palm
of my hands
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Travelin Man,
They call me Nomad.
Rolled into Kansas
and found there really is an OZ.
Didn't see Dorothy or Toto,
But both witches found me.
Found a painting,
Mona Lisa for real.
Then time jumped
The TinMan ******
And from the Belly of the Beast,
Grace prevailed.
27 days right off Main Street,
The address of the Yellow Brick Road
27 days sharing and caring.
Me and Mona Lisa rolling.
And she rose from the ashes,
Her red shoes tap tap tapping,
Mona Lisa came back to the world,
I heard the miracle
Her Spirit reborn.
Not even a chapter in a hero sage,
But a good first page
The Knight of a soaring heart,
More will be revealed.....
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Dorothy,
what are you doing there, behind the curtain where a Wizard waits,conjuring fates and certain only of the uncertainty as much as any Wizard can certainly be.
I see Dorothy in red slacks with sling backs and yellow hair,she doesn't know that I'm there,watching her,watching him,
I begin to sing the song,you know the one,and all hell breaks loose,she screams,'it's a dream,I'm home on the farm'
The Wizard says,'keep calm' and pushes the intruder alert,which I have to admit hurt,'the Wizard's a twerp' I cry out angrily,and Dorothy sees me,knees me in the green emerald halls,
Oh *****
I think and slink away.
What was I thinking of going and drinking with Wizards and Witches, and that little krap toto is chewing my britches and where were the stitches in time that I needed?
I fell through the pavement when I went a courting,sorting the girls from the boys that they went with and Poppins went with me to see if she could be my beau,but Mary's quite scary and I quite like Dorothy,and a spoonful of sugar does not do it for me.
The Scarecrow that I know is really quite bright,ask him for a light and he'll tell you,'don't smoke'
The tin man's a joker and never been a smoker,so him and the scarecrow are friends,
it ends with the lion as is usually the case when he growls like a ***** and I laugh in his face.
and I laugh at the Wizard, who turns me into a toad and off I go hopping down my yellow brick road.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
and then you recluse...
to a side of you i'm not invited to
to a part of you i have no presence in
pars pro toto
you took bits of me that you dislike
totem pro parte
and blame other parts of me based on the faux whole 'me' that you created
when you think you need it
when you feel you need to stand your ground
using 'me'
against me
as you choose to exclude yourself from the picture...
everything in this life comes with an expiry date
most are far shorter than life itself
what are we without governing principles and morals
but mere primal
marry a cow!
we're all the same!
what's the point of winning
you're losing the millisecond you react to share your hurting feelings
i wish we can talk...
or wave goodbye in plain grassy field...
or probably, ... sit solemnly side by side in acknowledgment...
as the genesis of our days is long past...
as there never was needed any conclusion
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
Click your heels 3 times but there's no escape
I got your legs tied together with that red ruby tape
And if you try to run away I got my monsters, goblins, and flying apes ready for the chase,
You should have never left Kansas
But no place like home
To bad your traded in oz
Awaiting your tombstone
And you turn to me and stare into my cold dark eyes
How I became this twisted wizard that lies
And how I snatched up toto and ate with Fries
You should of seen the blood red make up,
Running down her eyes
As she was beat, ***** and terrorized
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
"We looked in the pet shop window, after having lunch
with Linda, and Sam.
The little pup placed his paw on the glass.
as my wife reached down with her hand.
The twinkle in her eye i noticed quickly,
it was a reminder when she first looked at me.
Let's be on our way i say. Let's be on our way.
Why? she asked me.
The answer was "A Tragedy."
Your headed for a Tragedy.
We argued for awhile, away went her smile,
i did what i had to do. I'm sure you know of the out come.
We named her Toto 2.
The years have past. They flew by so fast, as we sat sadly by her side.
The future Tragedy i spoke, was of the dog, but my wife was the one who died."
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC