You are not your mother
And you are not your father.
Your life is your own
And the only sins
you should have to cary
Are the ones you commit.

Honest
He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit
He homeless
He an affair and a **** good fix
****** with a tendency to show underwhelming ****
Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants
Good at *** when in love
Un-abused
Un-poisened
One of my best mates like
Dyslexic thick ****
A problem
Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson
eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist.
One of the needers of therapists
Panicked by past
Fractured by future
A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs
A fearfull mess mummy's boy
Fatherless
Fathered less
A letdownshowoff
overconfident,
Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater  
A ex punk, definite *****, pushover, almost poet
So easily hurt, yet never hurts
My love one. (Cary you Guardian)
Too damed romantic
Cant read but by gosh buys books
Genius
artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student
manish
Little Boy
child
Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate
Justifier of the almighty grey areas,
The cheated...

the Strong willed.

From the first time that I remember,
'til I penned this ode in September,
I never called him Chips (though many others did) --
Dad was always the name I used ever since I was a kid.
Separated were our ages by two score years and more.
In fact, when I was born -- he was fourty four.
He taught me to be interested in many many things,
for therein lies the essence of life -- with the joy that it brings,
(such as) trains, boats, music, science, photography, sports, and art to start,
... and then he'd tell me to pull his finger when he had to ****.
I learned from him respect for others, and to be clever;
and whether or not I received what I ought
I should always appreciate all kinds of weather.
Speaking of which, we'd lie side by side watching the nighttime sky
for lightning, bats, and satellites, and other things that fly by.
Chante et pleure - I sing and cry as I lie beneath the stars
and consider the physics of light, and matters of matter like Mars.
I'll never forget clutching a tree by a flooded Brandywine River
pleading and quaking in my shoes, in the throes of mortal terror
mortified as I watched my dad standing by the rushing drink --
-- ... taking pictures and movies, I think.
Family and friends mattered much to dad,
and keen was his memory of facts he had.
He was serious and fun; and I loved him a ton.
He'd pull a bully aside and tell him to go fish.
And I wish he was still here to correct my English.
So Chips, I would not even be here, I see
without you and mom both growing me,
and I'm grateful 'cause I'm sure that must'a took alot of energy.
I never told you there once was a time when somehow I felt like you;
and now that you have joined the cosmos, I'm sure that that feeling is true.  Occasionally, I am swept away by the tide of work and rhyme
but knowing you helps me stay afloat, and focus each snapshot in time.

the shakes own my body they make it harder to type so i peck at my keyboard like a ******* animal and i keep smashing the power button every time i hit the backspace and i'm afraid the whole godforsaken thing will turn off. macs arent bad though. i might be okay.

wow this whole ******* thing just went to ****? can i even say that? i'll be ******* honest with you (aside from the avant-garde scene and the nihilistic WOKE poetry ensemble) i really don't know if i can say that or not? i mean when was PC invented? like 2008? *******. that was ten years ago gimme a break.

jesus man the shakes are horrible tonight. they're so bad im really just relying on autocorrect to do everything for me but sometimes it misses and so do i. i could use diction on the mac but then they would have my voice and once apple took o ver the world id just become one of their drones or something.

i know why too. maybe the "substances" im constantly ingesting. (oooh "substances" s cary word ayh right. you're an idiot.)

or maybe its the lack of creativity and originality in everything i see and hear and do? maybe not.

(taking a break to ____________).

all the bugs and trees are talking to me and you know what in not eve n gonna bother with typing at this point so if are still here then good for you,

.... six, no wait, make that, 12 bottles of wine. and some whiskey. and some champagne. and a jug of sangria. and...

it's **:05 as I write this. so if you're awake and reading this then either you're a night-owl or you live somewhere thats not here or there.

i m really truing to see; the shakes off and I think in doing pretty well so i have to just keep it up. right?

im going to shrink down and sleep with my succulent. tomorrow will be where hell is waiting.

******* come in early. 2-3 AM. i always wake up right about then.+

You see her walk fearless
as she let the wind cary her
Her smile makes your heart beat faster and faster
She look as if she could fly above the ground and up to the clouds
You want to feel her soft pink lip right under yours
Her mouth makes the perfect O
The deep dark brown color of her eyes looking right through you
You just want to take her by the waist and kiss her
She is like an angel brought straight from heaven
You would pay dimes and nickels just to have her
But when you see her with the boy next door your face is flush with anger and sadness you would love her more than he would
The girl is more than on fire, SHE IS FIRE!!!!!!

I wish I could dance like Fred Astaire.
Or Gene Kelly just to show you my moves.
I'm sure all of them would impress you.

I wish I have the charms of Cary Grant or Gary Cooper.
Since that seems to be the type to impress you.

Of the dashing looks of Tyrone Powers.
Since that seems high upon your list.
But, I'm just a me.

You have the grace of Grace Kelly.
And the independent heart of Katherine Hepburn.
And the good looks of Yvonne Decarlo.
All ladies of style.

Still, I'm just me.
Who else should I be?

If I pretend to be another.
Then I would be fooling myself.
And you would never see me beneath the myth.

So, I be me.
Until you see the best in me.
I know my qualities.

11:33pm @Boston_Police:
#occupyboston The BPD respects
your right to protest peacefully.
We ask for your ongoing cooperation.

@Occupy_Boston: 11:51
The BPD asks reporters to leave
the inside of the camp
they don't want them to record
and report on what they're about to do.

1:31
Cops give Occupy Boston
five minutes to vacate.
Nobody is leaving.

1:41 @OccupyBOS_Media:
The police are beating the Veterans for Peace

1:44 @Occupy_Boston:
Cops arresting everyone.
We are being beaten.
KEEP TAKING PHOTOS.

I walk there as my legs will cary me...

The Aftermath:
All quiet on the western curb
Over 100 arrested and spread amongst
more than five separate jails—none close by.
Camp two is gone and camp one intact. for now;
The ecstatic crowd, arms linked, chants
"Who do you protect? Who do you serve?""

Hyperbole all around.
Injustice or public safety?
...It hardly even matters.

The people are on the streets again
The military is overseas but
this time, the war is at home:

Men and women in blue,
likely just doing their jobs,
fighting people without them.
I fear the 99% fights itself

Rumors flit about. Crackdowns abound
Dallas, Atlanta, St.Louis, Seattle, &
San Francisco: from sea to writhing sea
The chickens have come home to roost and
The pigs are bringing home the bacon

The professionals were cleared out,
but the media wasn't. The talk is on
line by line, it is lively, ever-streaming:
blogs and tweets; statuses, state by state.

Rumors created. Rumors dispelled
Proof offered. Faith destroyed.
Anger engendered. Assumptions reinforced:
The people are connected
but the disconnect remains

Between rich and poor, yes, but maybe worse than that:
this movement is only as United as these states
The basic principles the same, the practice not so much
Peaceful, yet violent; Pro-capitalist, anti-corporate
"a laughable gang of disorganized, confused Nazis.  
an ill-disciplined, highly-trained, ****-smoking,
fascist organization."

First the Tea Party and now this,
Demonstrating the strength & flaws of Democracy
even as they protest the flaws of Republic
Still, they are not so different

They sit in parks by day and sleep at night
in dorms, apartments, houses, tents. Uncomfortable
Wrapped too tightly in sheets of red, white, and green.
Trying, desperately, to wake up from the American Dream

                                        ~D.B. Guy
                                         10.11.11

Mirror Image

The pallet of God’s true water colors we pick up the story of creation when God is putting on the finishing
Touches in the forever of his existence he has an inkling a beginning a persistent nagging there has
To be more something is missing as all birthing of the superb and marvelous don’t think it strange that the angels
They to see and feel like a question is floating around in the ethereal mist and it must be sorted out and
Addressed what would make perfection expand to a greater detail this vague formless idea continues
And from the thought formless God made a connection I need to form a world it has to be special
Rival heaven in a conventional way we seem to be shadowed by a noticeable degree of loneliness we have
everything provided for in every way I see to it that my arm of might has brought all this to our realm that’s
It what can be perfect if it’s not shared but where and with what am I not a preeminent father in
Creative acts we need this world and it will be inhabited by my own children yes a family will complete
Me that is the logical dilemma that sought a voice now I hear and I will dedicate all I have to give an
Answer so fine will be oh the shinning yes of course we can’t have them stumbling about in the dark I
Will make the most powerful orb made of gases that will burn without end the black void will be pierced
Its reach will have to be placed properly or disaster could happen even before we get started I don’t
Want to be foolish or have the angels snickering how disruptive what does disruptive mean in the whole
Well of course such a powerful light must have a counter balance thats it I will make a great white globe
To set in the division of light and darkness I will fill in its uses later in the natural event of things. So
Creation of earth once started speeds to a conclusion but we find God as we said putting the final touches in
Place as a master builder he does one thing well and then repeats it around the globe for our story we
Will concentrate on the northeastern United States that would eventually come into existence it all
Comes in a creative rush and with God’s orderly mind all is defined he understands such soil will have to
Be regulated the sky will be enhanced with clouds that will cary water this suggests a natural runoff it has to have a catch basin so our lakes were formed with
Deftness God takes the bottom of his palm dips deep and pulls away significant earth there now a basin this
Extra scrapings will do fine for a mantle to cover the lower ranges of my mountains that jut go high and
Free but their will need to be a surface texture or the water will make a fine mess and just fill up my
Beautiful mirror that reflects already created glory yes a small common plant I will call it grass it will
Cover the whole earth where it is dry well those steeps is going to create a forceful downward run off
There has to be more and they have to be sturdy and surly with heavy population I will have to have an
Answer to eventuality of pollution and need to make them strong and fibrous they can’t be puny and
Hold their own in identity or in usefulness against the mountain’s reign something to catch the wind as it
Passes creating a cleansing affect in heaven reeds front the Crystal Sea well just a little change using
Reed As the root word well tree of course we will give them grand branches the wind comes and then
Leaves poetically they will be known as leafs what more fitting place to put a whole lot of dazzle the
Earth will be turning on its axis this will make natural seasons what a time to bring out my color palate
Beauty will find its free and unequaled expression and the moods let me take a little rustic hue a blazing
Fire filled red can’t forget to give a subtle honor of yellow to the sun a little orange to fuse it all
Together now what has been so long coming back to the free coursing Euphrates I have my best work to
Do in a garden rich and full but needing that final element just like when I started all this my children are
Going to draw their first breath and be my wonderful family.

I don't lock glocks
An' I don't ride with a nine
I don't pack Heckler and Koch
But when I step over the line
I'm packin' more heat than a Navy Seal
I got both hands free
Because I gave up the wheel
I got my arms stretched out
So I can seal the deal
He had his life snuffed out
So He could finally heal

Us

The killers and the accomplice
When He said "it's finished"
His plan was accomplished

His face beat and anguished
The Devil thought he'd vanquished
The One by whom he was banished

But he must've been astonished
When the only Lamb unblemished
Made good on His promise
That was given to the Psalmist

Death had been demolished
Its power was abolished
Humanity refurbished

He suffered because He cherished
The impoverished and the ravished
Malnourished and the famished

So I pack heat, but it's a different kind entirely
Not a weapon, not of man that is
I cary knowledge, that His spirit lives inside of me
I cary peace, in the knowledge that I'm his

oh my sister,
there are 77 dreams
I wrote in a journal
there is a glass of water I left
on some patio
there is a box of wisdom
I buried at a dusty crossroad
there is a beach where you are
I can see you in the waves
the razzle of the sand
like a billion speckled stars
and the horizon—black galaxy
next time I see you
you’ll be tan
like Cary Grant
but alive
and without the baby turtles
I asked for
I’ll ask how it went
and you’ll say
like a book
like a dream
like a starfish
are there even starfish
where you are?
if there are, please don’t
eat them
it would hurt your mouth
until then
look at the sun
she is beautiful—even I
a wannabe recluse poet
can appreciate nature
through my window

Dewy

I see them walking down streets with names like
old buckingham
old gun road
westchester common street
robious
hugenaut
broad
grace frankling main cary
carry the weight of a group of ****** up **** ups
trying to "make a difference"
delusional *******
difference is made from killing a status quo
and their hands shake like childrens'
take a stake in the mental quake of the plasticity of the fake looking for mates
I'm tumbling down sure fall peak
free fall
until falling free is forgotten as a quest
childe roland to the dark tower came
yeah I went to college for a little bit there
broke out when I broke out of a sane frame of mind
swallow the sludge created by incontinent consumerists
snakes on trees make better friends than invisible fathers
but get these depressed lunatics out of my sight
feeling a fight bubbling up
complaints are for the complacent
so I don't see you
fear or hear no evil
evil makes good possible
using my vice versa as my vice
quoting bible quotes verbatim
I don't ft right
jigsaw piece chewed up by toddlers
jam me into place
and cover me in duct tape to silence the protests