Daily Archives: April 13, 2022

WAR WOMEN

IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.

Born in love Born in hate
Something lost  One part precious
One part wild  One part child
Lots of pretty women

Wages war  they of insinct
such hunger  such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!

:: 04.12.2022 ::

IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.

Born in love Born in hate
Something lost  One part precious
One part wild  One part child
Lots of pretty women

Wages war  they of insinct
such hunger  such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!

:: 04.12.2022 ::


THE CATALOGUE OF HUMANITY

the KEY to understanding
as what can books-of-Souls
to-wives-and husbands dream?

Clouds and flautering about
is wisdom maturing over Time
is always Me! Me. Me. Me. Me!

Dammit! if Paintings of
blue-porcelain dolphin-dreams
eat Sea-nymphs in their
majestic pearly carriages
Do .;..me? I? Awaken a hope
to love, yes! to LIVE!
That had gone with the burning
of books?!?

Riddling paragraphs of coffee
and clubs & misanthropic souls.

So we go. Stand alone. And leave
alone. Cry and die for One.

:: 06-22-2016 ::


MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS

MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS THIS man of god large belly and buttons with a big gollywog voice \his madness of conviction for personal interpretation //behind psychosis and need for control.
ticks and rolls his eyes his lips rubberish proclaiming righteousness:
for dullards — persuasive. ]\
Both sides feed the madness; one side — a voice of God!
the other; REPENT so intelligence prevails,
while the spirit and soul snitches
weak mindsEAT confused souls.
the grey light of not KNOWING,
our lightheaded twic twoc inlgy attacks
a need for clarity.
a world spins unknowingly as though
consciousness is ether.
i too admit it is oppressive
how man espouses thoughts into reality!
lot of his physiognomy;
their manly trousers pressed into
ejaculating spats.
blind eye leads to face — well-runed.
THIS dance!
This trance! Silence breakers.
An old man in beige, like a janitor
in the back bedroom of a barrio waiting on the lid to drop.
the priest is dropping his trousers.
NARCOTICS: the ancient gods and our feelings towards them
a lance of fire – a brain with a mother’s milk.
a protective shield, thanks to the invention of machine
purity also possible for many.

NEED to know needs to know callousness accepts.
conduit and refined quartz weather radar connects,
the asphalt bridge crossing a broad river of chemicals
A DREAM, a heaven’s journeY.
The soul journeys through a desert of twisted words, a
psychic bubble where five guys in sandals watch a laser show
but not really see a cartoon mouse
and a smiley guy climbing the mountain that houses
a naked reptile with a webbed hand that flings
its claws.

Of kindness

:: 12.21.2020 ::


ONE EYE ONE BALL OF GOLF

This I tell; but to the world I was – And was not. (Rabindranath Tagore, Sankhyakanda Gita
One day, a man and his wife were sitting in the living room watching television. The woman said, “You’re not the man I married.”
The man said, “That’s alright. I’m not the man you married, either.”
The woman said, “You know what, you’re both the man I’m looking for.”
The man laughed and said, “You know what, that’s real love.”
Next day, the man came home, and the woman greeted him at the door. She said, “Welcome home, dear. Is the burger still good?”
The man laughed and said, “You know, the funny thing is, neither is the woman.”
The man answered, “That’s funny.”
Next day the man came home.
The woman greeted him at the door. She said, “Hi, Honey! How was your day?”
The man said, “Actually, it was great. I had a great day. I went to the bar and met a nice girl, we had a few laughs, and then I came home and had sex with you.”
The woman said, “You bastard. I had a great day, too.”


After telling my story to the preacher, I told my girl friend and her eyes got real big.
We decided to move in together. So we did. It was great for the first couple of months. I never did get around to telling the preacher, but I think he’s gone now. He had to leave town. People can’t take all this anger and hatred.
There’s this one guy in town who can sure come up with some good lines.
I was having a bad day and I decided to hang out at the bar. A couple of hours later I walked out with two six packs and a six pack of beer.
I went to the gas station for some cigs and asked the guy behind the counter how much a pack of cigarettes was.
He told me they were on sale for five dollars.
I asked him how much a box of matches was.
He said they were on sale for five dollars.
I said okay, I’ll take two packs of matches.
When I came home I saw this note on my door from my landlord, he said I have to move in one week. So I called my girl friend, told her I was moving out.
She was crying so hard I had to ask her what was wrong. She said, “You mean you don’t have a job?”
I said, “No, I don’t.” She was crying so hard I said, “Are you happy now?”
One night, a little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man, and noticed that he had a dry skin condition. The little boy looked at the man, and decided that he would take his money, which was five dollars, and give him a wet wipe.
The man looked at the boy, smiled, and said, “That’s very kind of you. May I ask why you are giving me a wet wipe?”
The little boy explained, “Because you have a dry skin condition.”
The man said, “How much money did you have in your pocket before you gave me that wet wipe?”
The little boy said, “I had twenty dollars.”
The man said, “Thank you. You are a very, very, very special little boy. You gave me a wet wipe, which is worth a lot more than twenty dollars. I have a dry skin condition, too, and I’ve been using the wet wipes you gave me for years. Now you have made my day. I now have twenty dollars.”
And then the little boy said, “May I please borrow five dollars?”
The man said, “OK, but first let me ask you one more question.” The boy said, “Sure, what is it?”
The man said, “Are you absolutely sure that the five dollars I gave you is yours?”
The boy said, “Yes, sir. If it weren’t, I’d have kept it.”
Now, the man was silent for a minute, then he said, “Then I guess I can forgive you for asking me the stupid question.”


My therapist is more often correct than not.
The therapist’s office was located down in a seedy part of town. There was a guy who hung out there all day, trying to pick up girls.
I heard him tell a woman once that, if he could just find some dirty laundry, he’d be set for the night.
Then I heard the woman tell the guy, “They don’t wash dirty laundry in this town.”
I heard the guy tell her, “Good night, Mrs. Scott. And thank you for clearing up that misconception.”


A group of seniors were playing golf one afternoon. One of the seniors said to the others, “I wonder if there’s a drug I could take that would give me eternal life?”
One of the golfers then said, “I know exactly what you mean. There’s a pill I could take that would let me see across the room without moving.”
“The thought had never occurred to me.”
“Well,” said the golfer, “there is one other pill I can take.
It would let me see into the future. “
“How?” “Oh, it’s easy. All I have to do is take a pill, lie back, and the future will appear to me.”
“But how do you know what the future will be?”
“I’m not sure,” said the golfer, “but I think it will involve golf.”


There was a blind man with only one eye who asked a professor: “I’ve never understood how God saw it fit to give one eye to each man.


KILLING BABIES

\                 PUTRID dead thoughts

   inside fallen carcass

the realm of Death — opposite LIFE!

ahhhhhhh!         go away go away!  go away!

everywhere they refused LOVE and took

the acid of smelling secrets…

    AAAAAHHHHHHHH!

  yOU smile in facsimile and printout

 a grin of darkness:  ate your mushrooms

  smells like lost perfume so i say

i quit:  how one -legged passion crawls

entrails leaving memories of god’s givings.

  little babies dead — 50 plus million

sucked up and scrapped out by doctor death!

     AAAAAAHHHHHHHH go away!  go away!

awaaaaaaaay!

Academica and politicians smell like semen

and oval pressed flowers for the death

    of precious LOVE!

go away.  just go away…..awwwweeeeeeee.

   ZERO is a lying sorrow     and baby lips

screaming so sad you forget // nazi bitches \\

aaaaaaah!  Save the precious hearts of babies

and fuck you too.

    go away!  gooooo awayyyyyy!

:: 02.02.2021 ::


SUPER HEROES AND WHORES

Lonely broken hearts, in stride
Lady Montague —
She drank to life awaiting death
in runs Majesty’s breath
never speaking of where she’s been

Hamlet fed up leaves the scene,
as Captain Black bends his knee
for the Queen whom embraces Mr.
Beam in Marches ferociously
little Putin — bombing everyone.

Lenin looks up as a flock o’ geese
inspecting the sun and screams,
“Russia’s end so soon!”

Spider Man sinks his silk
upon the violent stupid tongue
arising from the ground says
invisible man,

“who tried buttfucking me while I went
down upon wonder woman!”

Humanity’s self-demise!

:: 04.12.2022 ::


THE VERY UPSET CAT

“Suppose I am mad,” thought Alice, “or suppose I don’t know. Then I shall just have to live with it like an ordinary person.”

“There’s no use asking whether you’re mad or not,” said the Cat, “you’ll only find out when you die. Now, as to your business—why, you can’t help having it any way. You’re part of a whole and that whole’s mad.”

Alice thought this over and found out that, in a way, it was true. “If I’m not mad,” she said, “how come all these things happen to me, and how come I can see through walls, and–and such things?”

“You’re not mad,” said the Cat, “but you might start being if you didn’t stop to think. That’s the biggest trouble with you young ‘uns: you don’t stop to think.”

“How can you talk all that nonsense!” said Alice indignantly.

“It’s the best of ideas,” said the Cat.

“Oh, shut up!” said Alice.

“Do you think I ought to shut up?” said the Cat. “Do you think it’s going to do me any good?”

Alice began very much to wish she had not asked such questions, for the Cat only went on and on, explaining and justifying itself, till at length a look of thunder came over its face, and it said in a menacing tone:

“As I was saying, you can’t help having it any way. You’re a chicken, after all!”

“Now, you may be right,” said Alice, feeling very much calmed down at once, “and you may be wrong, but it’s a good deal better to be right than to be right foolishly, isn’t it?”

The Cat only grunted this time.

“Now, you don’t really think I ought to shut up, do you?” said Alice; “do you, in your own mind?”

“You’ve quite got it into your head,” said the Cat.

:: 04.12.2022 ::