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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

I.
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.

II.
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?

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

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

V.
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.

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

VII.
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.

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

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

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

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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.

Accidents…
happen unexpectedly.
Bang!
Fucks you up
permanently

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!

MAKING OUT WITH ALICE’S RABBIT

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
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
Free

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
Anymore

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
dead

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.

Discrimination
Drugs
Violence
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.

Reflection

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.

Crush

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
America
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

Hip hip hipster hippies

My past has greater length than my future
Sounds mystical, arseholes, you’re gonna die soon
Crystals and stones, hazy cosmic interference
I put them in my pipe and smoke, rocks rock
Time trapped between blades of grass
The rain drops bleeding my future into the past
Oh solitude, my death, Jacques Brel
Fucking hell, read that book, don’t look cool with it
Glasses on, no lenses, she’s 20/20, Fashion the passion
She didn’t need to be nailed on any cross to be cool
And the Mexicans wave in football grounds
The EDL are back in town
And what goes up must come down
Turn that frown around
Align your chakras, enhance your chi
He did karate for discipline
But he could snap a goose neck with one punch
El hombre invislbe stood out like a spare prick at a wedding
God told me to do it and he lives in a room
The size of old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard
And I don’t care how you say tomato
I never liked the beatles, nor maharishi yogi mcchicken
Or whatever his name is
Two bullets, facing Hitler, Stalin and Mussolinin
Shoot yourself twice to make certain
Mystics, you gotta love mystics
Same as rules and clichés
Plus gods and demons and don’t forget popes
And queens and soaps on ropes
Oh those new isotopes discovered
In the backside of Jack’s new lover
The halcyon days of hadron colliders
I like my eggs fried not smashed
Elvis brought back to life for one last show
At Glastonbury no less!
King Arthur on guitar, Jesus on bass
And of course the devil still beats the drums
“ramming speed!”

Piece by Piece

All that is loved, drifts in and out
Ghosts never solid enough to hold
Syllables trapped at the root of my mouth
Bedsheets clean, hospital shining and cold
Modernity allows fleeting contact
Voices through the electronic air
Conversations alone, uncomfortably abstract
Oh how I wish I was there
Old songs remind me of the concrete
That dries forever inside my skull
As the grey lace misery appears complete
A silver bird, in a photograph, a seagull
Oh to climb upon it's honeycomb back
And entreat it to fly across memories sea
Travel to your rooms and peak through a crack
In the door to your world where love covers me

Face in the bush

We stood and saw the phantom face in the bush
Fascinated, it's mouth surely moving, terrified to look
Everyday we hugged in front of the window
Gazing at the ghost bush way below
It stared back, at all of us.

I stare alone at the bush, its lips no longer moving
It seems to stare right past me, silent, uncaring
It doesn't notice the loneliness of watching alone
It doesn't recognize the space in this home
It stares back at me, only.

You Asked Me Why by Ivy C. Machida

You asked me why I linger on
In this island kingdom
Now that there's no more reason to stay -
The light has flickered out
And the whispered promises faded away
Like the distant mountain stream
That failed to reach the sea.

And yet and yet I linger on - what for?
You press on and on
Your youthful eyes meet mine, weary and worn -
A virtual desert to you
An oasis for me -
A world I carved
With glossy dreams
And falling petals floating
In quiet streams.

You ventured far
To that vast ancestral land
And found anew a part of what's in you
And rejoiced in that discovery.
Pouring your dynamic creativity
Into every corner of your awakened world,
They honored you and lauded your works in their great halls -
You found a place, a space you colored all
With vivid images from your keen artistic soul.

Oh, what if, what if
The light had lingered on -
And the springs flowed on and reached their goal -
Would you, would you have stayed
Or is that proud and far-off land
Away from these misty isles
The rightful home to bring to fruition
The breadth and depth and height
Of all you aspire to achieve and to hold

Beyond my transient world
On stilts and gossamer wings...?

Better than a dream

My senses have decidedly become dulled
The causes many:
daily bombardment of information
too little good news….
I can always blame time for my mood

I've grown accustomed
to dire warnings,
alarmist predictions,
doom and gloom prophecies.
And in the mirror, things I don't want to see.

Indeed, things are changing
some for the better
some for the worse
but they are all --
they are all bigger than me

Helplessly alone in this sea
How long can I tread water here?
Do I try to swim away?
Knowing in time… only a matter of time
when the last wave swallows me

As far as I know,
there is no lifesaver
there is no lifeboat
Tonight you are here... better than a dream
soothing my living soul

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