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  • On my TV

    There’s alien abductions
    Volcanic eruptions
    Tidal wave destructions of the poor and oppressed
    Distress beacons with no bulbs or batteries
    These are the headlines
    Mine’s a double whisky with earplugs
    And drinkers made of lead
    Half a million dead
    No bread on the table for the widow and paralysed son
    Buy a gun to shoot the breeze
    Knees chaffed from praying for something
    Nothing on its way
    No one wants to pay
    Land mine assault courses on the way to school
    Man from the States shot himself in the face while working on his new stool
    How we laughed
    Under staffed talk show hosts with Ladybird questions to the VIPs
    Multiple choice
    Just multiple choice
    The voices of billions crying out for change
    Crying out for a wider range of choices
    But not today I’m sorry
    Not until the moon explodes and roads are built
    Odourless guilt pouring out the screen.

    I watched the video of Eric Garner's death on TV

    I watched the video of Eric Garner's death on TV
    But I didn't see any black man forced to the ground
    Five Men in Blue wrestling one large unarmed man to the pavement that day
    Five of NYPDs finest holding one guy down
    One having him a chokehold
    Another pushing his head on the concrete.
    I didn't hear Eric Garner call out "I can't breathe"
    I didn't hear Eric Garner call out "I can't breathe"
    11 times
    While a few other police officers looked on.
    I watched the video of Eric Garner's death on TV
    But I didn't see anything wrong because my TV screen was white
    And I believe the police have a tough job to do.

    I watched the video of Eric Garner's death on TV
    but the TV speakers went mute so didn't hear the news reports
    How Eric Garner sells loose cigarettes for a living on the street
    From my perspective, it seems like a tough life, don't you agree?
    Enterprising, but doing it without a license
    And that's a crime, you see
    That's a crime on a Staten Island street
    I guess, selling loose cigarettes would be a crime on any US city street
    Hell no, Eric Garner! You can't do that!
    Everybody knows that.
    And now, Eric Garner 43 is dead

    I watched the news but I didn't see the tears in Esaw Garner his wife's eyes
    when it was announced that no policeman will be indicted
    And I didn't see the tears in his widow's eyes calling for justice….
    calling for justice "until her last breath."
    I didn't see Eric Garner's six grieving children
    and his grandchildren he left behind
    You see, I didn't hear or see anything
    Because my TV screen was white
    and I believe the police have a tough job to do.

    And I'm not going to do anything when these kinds of things happen
    When unarmed black men are killed by cops
    And I'm not going to say or do anything about the racial situation
    Stop and frisk (or some version of it) is a good idea
    if I think... it makes me feel more... safe
    In my book, we should all just follow the rules:
    Stay home
    Watch TV
    Own a gun
    and eat
    Hey, the New England Patriot's football game is on tonight

    I watched the video of Eric Garner's death on TV, but I didn't see a thing.
    I have other things on my mind...
    For example, I'm fightin' in the War on Christmas
    A Christian soldier yelling "It's Merry Christmas" and not fucking "Happy Holidays."
    And damning all you atheists to Hell.
    So as you can see, I'm already feelin' a little stressed out
    Because I've still have a lot more "CHRISTMAS" shopping to do
    So forgive me, while I put my head in this wet sand
    In the bucket under my real "CHRISTMAS TREE"
    keeping my perfectly decorated "CHRISTMAS TREE" green for a few days.
    I watched the video of Eric Garner's death on TV...
    But I didn't see a thing.


    I know
    I'll probably go...
    go to hell
    but my last night...
    My last night, I want…..
    I want to go to Kabukicho
    Kabukicho…. is where I want to go

    Where Tokyo's night is carnival lit
    And hawkers ask if I want sex.
    In Kabukicho
    That's where to go….Kabukicho
    Lose yourself for the night
    Lose yourself for a night of sin in Sinjuku

    All my senses are stirred
    A mixed cocktail of shop signs and lights
    a blur of alcohol, desire and thrill
    A wild night of mizuwari
    Where anything goes
    and everything is alright
    In Kabukicho….

    If this town could talk.
    it would scream the bombing of Tokyo in 1945
    Kabukicho was razed to the ground.
    And out of the rubble….
    a kabuki theater was planned, never built
    But the name Kabukicho stuck.
    Instead, they built the "Sleepless Town"
    of mizu shobai and the like
    where the yakuza rule
    rule over playful minds
    all looking for some touch

    Its hostess and host clubs, brothels, strip and sex shows.
    Love hotels and massage parlours
    Sex shops selling lingerie, dildos, vibrators and other sex aides.
    Hey? How about taking in a drag show?
    Under the red lights of Kabukicho

    Oh darn, my last train is gone
    I'm left behind here in Kabukicho
    Oh my…. my shoulder & lower back seem tight
    and feel in need of attention
    Oh look! the shop's name: Asian Feeling
    What goes on in secret behind that opaque door?
    "Harro harro," a bubbly Ayumi greets my entrance
    Minimal conversation comes with a massage
    and a happy ending… saving the best for last.
    Leaving me with rubbery legs and shoulders
    from the looseness she provided.

    Someday I'm probably going to hell
    but my last night
    I want….. I want to go to Kabukicho
    My last night in Kabukicho
    That's where I want to go

    Thought Crime...Close your ears Jesus, here come a doozy

    Back from the cold, raisin sack, shrivelled and old
    And the mould from which Syphilis was cured
    Makes me think of you
    The dope in the iphone box
    The pipes with half burned rocks
    The powdery ghost mirrors are cracked
    All razor blades are lost
    And the smile of the crucified son...
    "Thanks Dad"
    And why is Wednesday's child filled with Woe?
    We can add "Day-ist" to the political correctness map
    "Mixed race, lesbian, hermaphrodite born on a Wednesday shocker!"
    And physics finally proved that god, vampires and good beatles songs exist
    yet no time travellers turned up to Hawking's party, so what does he know?
    He's so slow, texas instrument man
    clever though, so I am told
    If I may be so bold as to say
    "thanks dad"
    Caesar salad, named after a hotel not an emperor
    Croutons for Caesar
    His Mother had an awful abdominal scar mind you
    Said the camp guard to the Jew
    and history is skewed
    So the losers always lose
    And when did FUCK become rude?
    "Thanks Vicky"
    How's the prince albert?
    The piercing, yes the piercing screams
    Of royalty diminished
    Religion crushed and finished
    and the gods of today
    wander on their totalitarian way
    holding hands with the shades of their fathers
    "thanks dad"

    Dark Halloween Poem

    I live in a dark corner where people don't want to go.
    Where light can't come in but I can see out.
    I can reach out and snatch you one by one
    or wipe out an entire town... just for fun

    My job has gotten easier over time
    These days I often put up my feet up, relax, and just watch
    I especially enjoyed Apocalypse Now
    The scene porting my face of Horror, "The horror…"
    It was a tribute to my craft

    Blood and guts spilled on the ground are my art
    And I take great glee in your emotional response
    A big bomb hare, a little mass murder there
    Your asking "Why?"
    My answer is: "I really don't care"

    And if you think you can go down to the Crossroads to make a deal
    I'll let you in on a little secret, it's all in your head.

    I am ignorance and hate
    I am jealousy and greed
    I am a needle, a razor
    I am torture and pain
    I make no apologies
    It's just the way I am

    In the end…perhaps not today
    your pursuit for fountain of youth is in vain
    Trust me, I cannot be beat.

    I live in a dark corner where people don't want to go.
    Where light can't come in, but I can see out.
    And If there's one thing you can take to the bank
    It's that I can guarantee...
    I can guarantee that one day we will meet.

    "Once Upon a Time"- by Ivy C. Machida

    Once upon a time
    Snow enthralled and captivated me
    With its dazzling symphony -
    Spellbound and forsaking all
    I trailed along, sublime in its hold -
    Snowy illusions -
    Visions of purity
    Simplicity, magnanimity
    Swirling in powdery sheets
    Of glistening whiteness.

    Now, four decades on,
    A similar blizzard came this way -
    An historic happenstance they say.
    It called again on me -
    To mock - claim victory - glory?

    A sad, sad story, you say -
    Your youthful heart is heavy
    Your eyes drip tears for me.

    Why do I stay
    Can there ever be an answer -
    Can one break free?

    A sad story, you persist -
    What story?
    That fateful tale of snow-draped Kyoto
    Four decades ago -
    That illusive chance enslavement
    By dazzling sheets of fleeting glory
    That shrouded all in magical garb
    And hid from me the dregs below.

    Held captive in its sway
    I perceived all as neat and pure
    Sweet and simple as life could be
    The good old Nippon way.

    Was it an escape,
    A withdrawal?
    A dread to meet reality -
    A reality if I had stood my ground
    And headed home instead to serve
    Where I belonged -
    But stayed too long
    To play and drift along
    With the chummy snow -
    Subtly thrusting its mystique
    Upon the unsuspecting psyche.

    The flying snow - this time around
    Stayed and hardened into icy blocks
    Like treacherous rocks -
    Can one break free
    And claw a way out?

    Ah, only the heat of summer
    That final home
    Can thaw you out
    Make you whole -
    And set you free!

    Look back, you press on,
    To the land of your ancestors
    Where once upon a time
    You belonged -
    A sojourner nevermore!


    Fucked-up Blues

    Life is fucked up – I’ll tell ya.
    Let’s start off with it’s aches and pains
    A headache
    A toothache
    A stomachache
    Then you never know
    when you are going to be hit
    by some nasty disease....
    You wake up one day and find out
    that you're fucked.

    happen unexpectedly.
    Fucks you up

    Life is fucked up – I’ll tell ya.
    It’s bad enough that we’re all chasing a buck to pay the bills
    Always with some asshole with his hand reaching in your pocket
    trying to extract whatever you have in your wallet

    Then there’s heartbreak
    I can still draw her naked body
    in my mind from memory.

    Keep On Shoppin' In The Real World

    There's bargains in the malls
    In Wal-Mart, the Dollar Store and so many, many more
    People standing in cashier lines
    Wallets open and shiny gold credit cards
    Ready to buy
    Adding to their debt
    Debt - that’ll keep people in check
    But what the heck? We

    Keep on shoppin' in the real world,
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world

    Most of the stuff comes from China
    It says so on the box.
    How does that familiar old song go?
    “Nothing could be finer that comes from mainland China”
    Look in my shopping cart
    Look at all this stuff
    Look at these fine plastic knives I’m gonna buy. We
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world,
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world
    We are baby boomers
    We are the millenias
    We are those in betweeners chasing after a chunk of pie
    Hey, what ever happened to all those 60’s hippies?
    Flower children with their anti-establishment protests
    Their psychedelic colors have faded
    Grown old with wrinkled faces
    Their drugs must have wore off
    Becoming what we once criticized. We

    Keep on shoppin' in the real world,
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world

    But there's a warnin' sign
    Climate change ahead
    There's a lot of people sayin'
    A lot of people are gonna be dead
    Lack of basic necessities - like water
    Shrinking resources causing wars
    For now we try to forget it,
    Any way we can. We

    Keep on shoppin' in the real world,
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world

    I see a homeless man on the street
    Maybe he is a veteran
    Maybe he is a she – Can’t tell…too dirty to say
    0r just someone just down on his luck and in need
    People pass by…On their way to work
    On their way to lunch at Hooters for something to eat. We

    Keep on shoppin' in the real world,
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world

    They say, “The more you know, the less you need”
    So look around… at all the stupid shit
    I don’t want to bitch
    That’s not my schtick
    We all know Life is now on the internet
    Profiling us
    Telling us what to get
    Order it on line
    Free shipping
    Hurry up
    It’s 8:30. If I order now it will arrive by 9.
    I want it now. We

    Keep on shoppin' in the real world,
    Keep on shoppin' in the real world

    World Cup

    World Cup
    I like this football thing: the World Cup.
    Apparently other people do too.
    Football - call it soccer - if you prefer
    If you call it soccer, I won't call you a wanker - just an American
    I like this football thing: the World Cup
    Rooting for your national team, the colors, the flags, the banners, the noisy fans, and their noise makers.
    True the scores aren't great.
    Sometimes after 2 hours ending in a disappointing nil nil draw.
    Then the winner is decided by PK
    PK? I say Puck Kyou!
    Like the Stanley Cup Playoff games
    Play to the death! A sudden death
    Take out the goal keeper. The next score wins!
    Finally, something would add some excitement to the match.

    I know, I know...The World Cup in Brazil has attracted much controversy.
    Spending money on stadiums instead of schools, hospitals and services for the poor.
    A piss-poor exercise of priorities to be sure
    I'm no economist. I'm not sure of what will trickle down.
    On the other hand, there's so much bad news out there
    maybe I, we, all need a break.
    What would you prefer?
    Money spent on football and a fleeting World Cup dream
    or spending billions on bombs and war?
    In fact, we have little voice in this world
    unless our voices swell into a frightening roar

    So right now in 2014, I like this football thing.
    It's not like real life
    In football, get too aggressive and what happens?
    A yellow card is given.
    And when someone gets real rough and tough, a red card is handed out.
    Not like in real life when someone takes out a gun.
    Imagine, if you can, the armies in the world
    millions of boney-kneed soldiers in their shorts
    Their only offense - their speed and agility
    Armed with only shin guards for defense
    I know, I know. So how about women in this army?
    First off, two equal wrongs do not make an Equal Right.
    Second, in this army, I'd prefer seeing women wearing a little skimpier attire
    like that of Maria Sharapova.
    Some say that war has always existed
    What about soccer? (Again football if you prefer.)
    Some suggest that the history of soccer dates back as far as 2500BC,
    the Greeks, Egyptians and Chinese all appear to have partaken
    in feet-based games involving a ball.
    For example, in China “Tsu-Chu” or “kick ball” as it translates.
    Records of the game begin during the Tsin Dynasty (255-206BC)
    But I don't mean to bore you with such football trivia.
    But the ball really seem to got rolling (pun intended) in modern Europe from the 9th century onwards, when in England entire towns would kick a pig's bladder from one landmark to another.
    To me, that explains British football fans in a nutshell.
    It seems that we humans have always liked
    to have a little friendly competition from time to time.
    So how did we get so violent?
    It seems that football is a uniter and not a divider
    For example in America: Americans love their brand of football - The Superbowl
    Where oversized men with low IQs and pumped full of steroids
    slam into each other with helmets and suits of armor.
    The objective of the game is to put the pig skin across the goal line
    and inflict concussions
    But look what happened the other day!
    When America won a World Cup game.
    Suddenly. the country embracing the round-ball version of the game
    Chanting USA USA USA.
    Just like they yelled after US special forces took out Osama Bin Laden.
    I like this football thing - The World Cup
    It just seems to me, instead of our fighting over oil and God,
    and the glory of killing
    We should all get on the ball
    (And you know I'm all for balling)
    Maybe life all like football
    And maybe it's all meaningless:
    Whether we win, lose or draw
    The only thing that matters is happiness
    the feeling of ecstasy that happens
    when someone on the team (maybe even you)
    puts the ball in the goal
    Puts his thing in that hole.

    At the Community Center by Ivy C. Machida

    Here I sit
    With two teenage girls
    By my side, sharing a desk
    At the city's community center
    Serving citizens' needs.

    First we breathe
    Then we chat
    To get a feel of each other.
    They were rote-learning for a test
    When I took my seat.

    I tell them
    I'm 'gai-jin' -
    Wide-eyed, they feign surprise
    For I seemed so much like them
    In color, skin and tone.

    But then the details
    Begin to spill
    Across the great divide
    In shades of temperament
    Traits and traces

    In aspirations, schooling
    And many things else – mine spanning
    Continents, oceans, moons, galaxies -
    Theirs fresh greening saplings
    Of these quiet isles, ready to bud

    And bloom, if only they knew how
    To set aglow and spark
    The glimmering flame within
    Flickering like the morning sun
    At dawn, heeding the call to journey forth

    Steadfastly on the road ahead
    Earnestly grasping the gems of truth and light
    Riding the trail of the ever-blazing sun
    In brilliant shades of crimson and gold
    Glittering with individual hopes and dreams.

    I strive to spur and prod them on
    To search their souls and set their goals -
    Reach for the stars
    Pluck them from the skies
    And make them their own.

    They cast a doubtful eye at me
    Incredulous as it might seem -
    Soon they'll know- and plod on down
    The well-trodden paths, savoring the fruits of life
    As I have done, long before their time.

    I take my leave
    And journey on -
    Tracing paths beyond the far horizon
    On a voyage they too will embark upon
    Inevitably, at journey's self-fulfilling end.

    Late Spring Song by Ivy C. Machida

    The spring winds roared
    Swaying the laden cherry trees
    Scattering blizzards of falling petals
    Flurrying like dizzy fragments
    Flickering ghostly patterns
    Across the void and vast expanse of sky.

    They billow and blow -
    Where are they scurrying to?

    I trace a blurry vision of your face
    An essence of you wafted by -
    A whiff of you, a momentary thrill,
    A prick of remembered loss -
    And then they flickered out, fleeing
    Like an unbidden glimpse of eternity

    Gone with the wandering wind -
    Oh, what will bring it all back?

    Ah, a new dawn awaits
    A needful awakening -
    A greening glory of fulfillment
    And boundless virility
    To adorn the barren heart and trees
    In woods as thick and warm and luscious

    Until summer comes -
    Summering you back again!


    Long after he has gone, I have him. Still. On the tips of my fingers. I don’t want to eat, wash my hands, brush my teeth. I shouldn’t talk. I want to wrap myself in Gladwrap and slowly suffocate in his scent. Draw arrows on my neck pointing to his teeth marks. I delight in the marks he leaves on my body. But he is always late and I am never his important date. So I set my watch to Daresbary time and wear it to bed. I dream that Miyazaki’s Totoro comes to get me in the cat bus. I’m eating marmalade on toast and working out a difficult mathematics equation. The cat bus dips and I fall out and am swallowed by a rabbit hole. Distorted hands claw at me as I fall. I see a glimpse of his waistcoat forever ahead of me. The tick of a pocket watch grows louder until I wake up. Alone. I won’t cry when he leaves me. I’ll know it’s because I have outgrown him. As he always said I would. I won’t argue when he closes the door behind him. We will have come to the end. I knew that we were temporary. He told me long before we started. I won’t follow him when he leaves me. I’ll just watch him leave and scurry down his rabbit hole. Back to Alice.

    You Can't Fix Stupid

    I want to make it all right, I really do
    But there's nothing, nothing I can do
    Global warming ravaging us like a furious god
    Current trends, speeds and attitudes
    But we're turning a blind eye
    Some calling it a hoax
    Look over the horizon
    we're totally doomed

    I want to make it all right, I really do
    But there's nothing I can do
    Common sense says more guns equal only more violence and death
    Let's hand a gun to everyone instead
    0bsession with and addiction to firearms,
    American 2nd Amendment gun fetish

    I want to make it all right
    But there's nothing I can do when....
    A dinosaur bone, we know beyond a doubt is between 60 and 70 million years old.
    But a whopping 24 percent believe dinosaurs and man simultaneously hung out.

    Belief versus evidence...
    Those who claim evolution is still a theory
    Believing that Jesus literally flew up out of a cave and into the sky.
    Living according to this "reality"
    Do you believe in angels?
    Forty-five percent of Americans do.
    And nearly 30 percent believe cloud computing involves actual clouds.
    18 percent still believe the sun revolves around the Earth.
    Six percent of Americans believe in unicorns.
    Now you can see why....
    Why we are totally fucking fracked?

    Glued to TV, reality shows, major media, Fox News...
    Everything is scripted - targeted for a 5th-grade education
    and the attention span of an aphid

    Hardly anyone reads anymore....
    Instead gawking at some guy doing his 15 seconds of YouTube fame
    A guy breaking 56 eggs on his head in 30 seconds..
    A guy playing the violin on a bicycle while riding backwards
    The man with the longest ear hair
    That right, and so much more; it's all there

    Safe to say about 37 percent of Americans are just are not very bright.
    Take for example. my friend Bill
    He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer
    Not academically gifted
    He's got the IQ of a salad bar
    The guy is all foam, no beer
    His antenna doesn't pick up all the channels
    Bright as a tulip bulb
    He has both oars in the water but no boat.
    A few feathers short of a duck
    Dumber than a box of rocks

    We want to make it all right, we really do
    But there's nothing you can do
    You can't fix stupid
    Baka wa shinanakya nanorani

    The Good Old Days

    The good old days....
    Remember the Flintstones?
    They were a modern Stoneage family
    They were fucking funny
    Wilma and Betty stayed at home.
    Fred Fintstone and Barney Rubble got into trouble

    The good old days
    when women stayed in the kitchen
    and men had jobs
    Women pulled up their skirts
    and men pulled their pants down

    The good old days....
    John Wayne as our hero
    And the world was black and white like the family's one television set
    When people were God fearing
    And gas was cheap
    Boys in their muscle cars, doing donuts in parking lots
    and burning rubber in the streets
    You could drive and drink
    Pot was illegal
    but a lid cost only 15 bucks

    The good old days....
    We were racing to the moon.
    and testing atomic bombs in the Pacific ocean
    the sky was the limited
    instead of being polluted.
    We ate cheap white Wonder bread
    And we had the KKK too
    People believed in flags
    not fags

    In the "good" old days, we could smoke where ever we wanted
    We called ourselves "Free"
    But that kind of freedom died
    when they started putting the cancer warnings on package

    Time passes....
    We cling to what we know
    following the easiest road
    Making change painfully slow.
    Clearly see the past for what it was
    Clearly see the present for what it is
    Otherwise, we are deceived
    and accepting lies.

    Oh you funny buggers

    Looks like she could suck the chrome off a bumper
    Better thump her
    She's asking for it pal
    So ring her dim little bell
    Sexy girls, sexy girls

    One line won't hurt
    the barest humming bird wing flirt
    The icy cold joy hits the throat
    That's all she wrote
    Mirrors in the bathroom boys

    Buy now pay later
    Buy now pay later

    Oh the lies
    Between open thighs
    Be they female or not
    G marks the spot
    You found it yet?

    And William spewed his lunch naked
    While Jack laughed wildly wonderlust sated
    And Allen howled
    While Gregory bowed
    to the gods only he could see

    It's all out there
    rape and drugs
    Sex lies and football thugs
    Wanking and truth
    It's really no use
    To argue when you piss at the wind

    Don't play that thug music, black boy (for Jordan Davis)

    Don't play that thug music, black boy
    Don't wear a hoodie
    I want you all
    I want you all to be
    Be like me
    Like me
    Cuz you see
    I've got no brains and a lot of balls
    and I've got a gun and I'll toot ya
    I want you all to be
    be like me
    like me
    Afraid of young black men
    Afraid of of the pOHlice
    Afraid of the government
    Afraid of terrorists
    Afraid of standing up for justice
    Afraid of my own shadow
    Cuz you see, I've got no brains and a lot of balls
    and I've got a gun and I'll toot ya
    And I want you all to be
    Be like me
    Like me

    Michael Dunn, fired into a car full of Florida teens, killing Jordan Davis, following an argument over loud music.

    Play it again

    The time that passes, I can hear it
    Singing into a future dimly lit
    Time is a happy thing

    The histories that bleed into our insolent minds
    The blood dripping into muddy fields unkind
    History is a victorious domain

    And I don't know what I write
    I don't know what I wrote
    I don't know why I write

    Yet love touches me
    Cradles my every thing
    Keeps the night terrors quaking
    For my love light shines hard

    And they are there, I see them
    Sparkling in the twilight eye
    Arms held out, regardless of my actions
    Never questioning

    And I am lucky, surely the luckiest
    As the silver bullets miss this werewolf heart
    And the darkest dirge is a hymn to the soul
    With those loving keeping me whole

    And as the trees in the suicide forest
    Whisper sweet words to soothe the coming noose
    And feelings unreel, a heart broken, breaking loose
    Those sing song voices, bell-like draw me back

    Love, the the only mineral that we lack
    makes muesli edible and greens a delight
    As the darkness envelops, brings forth a light
    And screams salvation in the oil slick night

    I love you all too, I love you all too, I love you all too
    until the records stops.

    Morphine Agnostic

    They said i'd break, not butterfly on a wheel like
    But car crash, splintered milk truck hitting a bike
    Well they were right, for five hours, crows, vultures
    Gangrenous, necrotic removal squad, morphine and sutures
    Pulled me up from the river, the mists of the styx
    Fucking melodramatic
    Isn't it?

    I did not see god in there, nor any Hindu deities
    And man there are loads of them, so it shoulda been odds on
    I did see a guy with one leg, he lived on a boat
    Keeping his faith afloat helping the unfortunate
    A worthy man, I am certain luck is proportionate
    To the help you give
    Isn't it?

    And yet Richard died
    And yet Richard died
    And I am alive
    What's that stink?

    The doctor said I should know how lucky I am
    He only started cutting once my credit card cleared
    The worst thing that I feared?
    The reaper? haha! that cowl wearing shit!
    It was the "sorry sir, we tried your card, but they rejected it"
    "Send this one back to the cafeteria Joanie"
    We will cure his appendix with a spoon and some flan
    That's just how it is
    Isn't it?

    My sons, my daughter, my wife
    cared more about my life
    than I ever knew
    I felt small, feel so obsidian cold
    I have no desire of death, nor of getting old
    But it's what's coming
    isn't it?

    Just another scar
    on the side of a car
    rushing too fast along the wrong road.

    Conversations with God

    Silver clouds pass above
    The time before the night sky
    Whether you look near
    Whether you look far and wide.
    Few dare to say the word love.
    There's something I've come to realize
    That we all take far more than we give

    Day and night jumble
    Eyes flutter like an old black and white film
    We actors sometimes make great strides
    Other times fail and fall
    Yet we endeavor, we plod on
    Tomorrow? For nobody knows….
    Only makes me wonder - who is directing this show?

    Mind wanders - taking me to far off lands,
    I'm standing in field,
    Walking along packed city streets - some lonely ones as well
    And even once walking across dessert sands.
    Recalling the many places I have been
    Mingling with strangers
    Laughing with old friends
    But we all walk alone
    Only makes me wonder, who is directing this show?

    Friends and lovers, seasons, they come and go
    Oh, how I'd like to have some of those times back
    At this moment, this all seems so unfair.
    Life like tides has its highs and lows
    I find time passes the fastest when you are alone with nothing to do.
    The clock's hour hand moves in slow motion
    The minute hand does a little dance
    But the second hand... it never slows

    Years in the mirror show
    Where did the time go?
    Meanwhile, change around us happens so painfully slow
    Problems never seem to get solved
    As they say, time marches on….
    But is this how it's supposed to evolve?

    I saw my own reflection in your eyes
    Does this reflection tell me what I've become?
    Is this picture the truth or a sham?
    At the end of the day, we have but this one life to live
    so you had better make it good -
    aka live your life the best that you can.
    Still, I can't help asking, does the bucket ever fill?

    There is something I've come to realize
    That we all take far more than we give,
    Life like tides has its highs and lows
    And I wonder, who is directing this show?

    The Archer

    One time while growing up, I wanted to become an archer
    I wanted to be Robin Hood
    I wanted to be like the Greek archer in my history book
    I wanted to be a real William Tell
    So I would practice for hours and hours pulling back the bow,
    one by one, letting the arrows go
    I saw the bow was the force,
    the arrow - the weapon,
    hitting the bull's eye - my goal.

    The school library had some books about archery
    I distinctly remember a photo of a Japanese archer dressed in hakama
    Above the photo in bold letters, the word kyudo
    and below a strange quote:
    "Find your target. Be the arrow. Be straight and true."

    But I didn't want to be the arrow
    Arrows, I thought, are just being used.
    I wanted to be the powerful bow
    Perhaps realizing from an early age
    that I was already a little bent.

    The following day, I shot an arrow straight up into the air,
    up, up, up....until it out of sight it went
    Just then, like a lightning bolt, fear, panic set in
    A horrifying vision of just where the arrow might land
    So with my bare hands, I covered my head
    which would have been be of little use -
    an arrow sticking in my head

    I could run, and take a chance
    or remain frozen,
    for better or worse, which I did.
    Then with a sudden WHOSH!
    the arrow came down,
    striking so close, sticking deep into the ground
    Had I been in the wrong place, it surely would have killed me
    lying right there on the spot,
    and later found

    Sometimes, life and death is like that -
    only a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
    After all, accidents are part of the road
    But from that point on, I considered myself lucky,
    also from that point on, I considered myself none too bright.
    One time, I wanted to become a great archer
    But I was never really any good at it.

    But what I want to say is:
    everyone here and everywhere
    take care, stay safe
    in this New Year!

    Once Upon a Time in America

    Born wide-eyed and full of wonder
    The sky was the limit
    And the moon even higher.
    Suddenly, a shot across the bow
    The President's brain flying out the back
    We awakened a new dark reality
    Innocence shattered, it would never be the same.
    America I didn't leave it, it left me.

    What soon followed didn't improve
    Race riots and the Vietnam War
    The flower children soon wilted
    Peace and Love - those dreams faded
    Education was replaced by MBAs
    How much money can you make
    The American Dream
    Get rich schemes
    The new American Dream of owning everything
    gobbling up like this planet has never witnessed before
    And from sea to shining sea, the result: one big shopping spree.
    You see, America I didn't leave it, it left me.

    I recently returned to visit the Statue of Liberty
    remembering how as kids we once had foot race running up the staircases to reach her crown
    But now, I shuffle in the line
    Emptying my pockets and taking off me shoes
    walking through security body scanner
    and passed the surveillance cameras
    Oh, Patrick Henry, "Give me liberty or give me death,"
    I whisper under my breath.

    If emptying pockets and taking off shoes,
    domestic call monitoring and drone attacks abroad
    and wars....
    If this is your strategy to fight terrorism...
    If this is the plan, I think you should come up with a better one.
    America I didn't leave it, it left me.

    America, is it now a country Divided?
    or a country United?
    I don' know.
    The rich are getting richer.
    no one seems to care
    While the poor...
    To quote a man as we looked out the car window while waiting at a traffic light in the slums of Philadelphia,
    "Look at those poor bastards, never had a chance."
    I guess on street corners like this, the Liberty Bell doesn't ring.

    And as for the middle - the middle class -
    America has become dumbed down and fattened up
    Freedom equals the right to bear arms
    And armed with the the First Amendment's "free exercise of religion"
    What more does one need?
    God, guns and country...
    The Patriot Act
    Just be sure to obey.
    As Carl Sagan warned us
    "The combustible mixture of ignorance and power, sooner or later, will blow up in our faces."
    America I didn't leave it, it left me.

    Corporate greed
    America. you had enough time to clean up your act
    since that dreadful day in Dallas
    America, I didn't leave you, you left me.


    In the morning mirror
    the face I see,
    it could be someone else's
    It could be me.

    Another wrinkle here,
    a little more gray there
    and hair on top that no longer wants to stay
    It's not mortality I fear,
    but staring at old age
    and it's cruel face
    scares the living crap out me

    In the mirror
    The face I see
    will someday fade --
    fade away
    to a place
    where I never existed.


    My heart flutters
    like bats flying out of a cave
    I see you, but you don't see me
    I wouldn't know what to say
    Too shy to approach
    I'm crushing on you
    and you don't even know

    The "Brave New World?"

    Is it a Brave New World?
    Well, it's not "New" really.
    Considering the Earth is 4.54 billion years old
    I wasn't around way back then, so how do I know?
    If fact, I don't, but scientists say so.
    I met a guy the other day who said the earth is 6,000 years old.
    There are a whole bunch of these people who believe this way
    Hmmm..... 4.54 billion versus 6,000 years
    I was never good in math but I can detect there's a difference here --
    Oh, about 4.54 billion years..
    Not that long ago, at around the year 0 or so, someone wrote a book.
    Actually, a bunch of dudes wrote this book
    And it's a good thing Jesus did come along or we wouldn't know what year it is today.
    More importantly though, this Good Book explains everything:
    Why there is heaven and hell,
    How women came from a rib,
    Why it's Adam an Even instead of Adam an Steve.
    We are taught what to think.
    "I believe what I believe," he said, "The truth."
    "Oh," I said.

    Is it a Brave New World?
    Well, it's really not all that "Brave" either
    Hiding behind our computer screens, drones to the dirty work
    Still settling affairs by who has the biggest gun.
    Defending the rich,
    exploiting the poor,
    placating the people, all keep the ball rolling.
    A dangerous world is a profitable one...
    for some.
    And hiding behind computer screens
    those collecting data to sell you whatever they can
    "Growth of the sake of growth this the philosophy of the cancer cell"
    While our hiding behind our computer screens
    instead of getting to know one another
    We stand our ground against one another
    and cower to authority
    We are not so much Brave as we are stupid.
    Our destroying the planet
    Our home.

    It's a Brave New World?
    No, not really
    It's just the same old world
    But with a hell of a lot more people on it.
    Once were like a innocent babes, sucking on our mother's tit in the Garden of Eden
    Now we are more like vampires sucking the blood out of our Mother's neck.
    Is it a Brave New World?
    Hardly "New."
    Certainly not "Brave."
    We have made a prison
    and submissively pay the guards around us.

    Tokyo Earthquakes (haiku)

    Tokyo earthquakes
    Awakened, I feel alive
    thoughts of impermanence
    (Tokyo, Oct. 20, 2013)

    Government Shutdown

    Government Shutdown....
    Let's just not stop there
    Shutdown those Teabag assholes
    who are still living like today were yesterday
    Shutdown the lobbyists
    and corporate special interests
    interested in profits for themselves....
    who aren't the least interested in you or me
    Shutdown the NRA and their gun maker friends
    and get the guns off our streets.
    Shutdown Monsanto
    Fuck them, and their GMO food so we can safely eat
    Oh, and while they are at it....
    Shutdown that fat faced Rush Limbaugh, too
    Shutdown FOX news for spreading verbal shit.
    Shutdown drone attacks
    that drop terror on civilians from the sky
    Shutdown factories of making missiles
    So there might be some peace
    Shutdown Gitmo
    Even those poor bearded bastards deserve their day in court.
    Shutdown Wall Street
    until they can learn to lend responsibly
    Shutdown the Washington bickering
    Shutdown all the negativity
    Shutdown until you
    are ready
    Shutdown until you ready to get things done.

    And then my phone rang and up popped the dead

    Nobody listened to me back then really, ears closed shut tight
    At least now I know it’s me not making a sound that brings ignorance
    And I’m sorry about blaming you and My Mother’s regular slights
    Upon your character, stained and worn, but to my death of no relevance
    I can see you thinking of me, that is how it works here, thought sight
    It was my choice to dance with icy clawed dragons in squats damp
    Yes I know I told you where you’d end up, well I’m here first alright?
    So I was wrong, but that don’t make you right as you write by your lamp
    Stop feeling so worried, I mean twenty five years is a heavy walk with that weight
    Strapped to your shoulders, by yourself in the main, maybe a little dad there too
    But I’m talking now, through the mist of years and doing my best to set things straight
    To change the memories of guilt laden doubt, I’m whispering right at you
    Remember the pub where we’d smear our faces with plant pot dirt to get in?
    That guy on the bus, you slapped his head, he screamed “I’ve shot better men than you!”
    How about the smile that scorched across your face when Molly said you looked thin
    Or that time we got hammered on mushrooms and cider and thought we’d discovered the truth
    Every cut, every scratch, every cigarette burn a waste of time I don’t have
    To be fair it seems selfish, I mean you’ve got air, flowers and girls in skirts
    Oh yeah and there ain’t no devil, so breathe easier and maybe even laugh
    And there ain’t no god, so you were right there, man that hurts
    I’m laughing, don’t worry, even breezes tell jokes, you think I’d change much?
    Never mate, not for a second, although I’ve somehow forgot what a second is
    And minutes could be years for I know and years, yeah yeah and such and such
    So, don’t write anymore, I think you’re about healed and I’m still dead, it’s the laughter I miss.

    I can hear them

    Icicles of caution spread across his mental firmament
    He saw stars everywhere
    From bars, cars, gutters, behind shutters
    He mutters something only he can hear
    His birthday looms in his mind like vacant rooms
    In a broken motel on the far side of sadness
    And what he perceives as rational is only a madness
    At least that is what the distant voices tell
    And he knows he is unwell and under a spell
    Or a curse from some otherworldly power
    And each minute is an hour
    As he dreams of a shower
    Of blood cleansing him once and for ever
    He told himself never would they be together
    That he would always be mithered
    By the rotten fish guts inside her
    If only he could cut away his hair
    That would stop the demon eyed stare
    Following him since teenage despair
    He begs to rewind his film
    To turn down the kiln
    Of his skull that fires his fucking brain
    Not again
    His pores bleed Christian shame
    He screams out her name
    But a cut throat usually impairs the hearing.

    Children of the goat

    Every Moment I Love You
    we have never met
    Like waiting for the rain
    It's coming, but no time is set
    The clouds roll by
    A full moon drips
    Silvering tears
    On a bastard world
    But there is life to be lived yet
    eyes to be opened
    Hearts to be won
    rivers to be crossed
    Poems to be sung
    Every Moment I Love You
    Language gets in the way
    Birds can't talk to dogs
    Yet I understand every word you don't say
    Nothing is new, not anymore
    every leaf falling, brown and down
    Knows this
    Every Moment I Love You
    I miss the snow
    The slow winter dinners
    overcooked beef
    looneys singing hymns
    You'll not catch me
    talking to ghosts
    your brothers grow
    your mother knows
    things she'll never tell
    there are places I have been
    dark things I've seen
    That I swear to hide and protect you from
    Every Moment I Love You
    Light a cigarette and a bus appears
    Buy a dress to bring the time near
    An eternity of golden rings
    are not even a sparkle of your value
    yet there is no price on our heads
    and the doors that seal in the dread
    phantoms crawling through late night beds
    will be eclipsed when the sun greets your face
    Every Moment I Love You

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