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No, I am not, not today
The clouds in the eyes, stoney grey
the lids blink, broken indicator like
No light

Feeling sicker than a jackpot machine
Just spewed the last coin
A mean and cold despair
Is knocking, knocking

Watching the planes
Silent, moving across the sky sea
Sunless, wishing away
Fingers crossed 'til white

The bomb that turned a desert green
The beheading video
The silly crucifix fixated
Pain for sale

Wanna buy some?

You the man

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Melancholy Mind by Joe Zanghi

Bad news sinks the heart
But there is no reason to ask "Why?"
Every road is built with accidents.

Some days promise gold
Other days lie beneath a dark roof
Today is like that.

Saturday hangover dribblings

A thought popped into his head
It died of loneliness
So he decided to run for mayor
People screamed it was unfair
That a dolt with so little to offer
Could get his hands so close to the city's coffers
But they voted for him anyway
Animal farm
Baaa Baaa Baaa

"Come over here darling!"
The group attraction line
Works every time
Until their Mom opens their curtains
And says "time for breakfast son"
I should say the same to their Mom
Let the festivities begin
Fists swinging
"Momma I just killed a man"
God save the queen

"After you miss"
Vinegar and piss
Is the reply ejaculated
Better spoken than spattered
As if courtesy matters
In this PC world
Don't hold the door for that girl
Punch her
We are equal
And then there's the sequel
"Rape!"

"A Good Man Is Hard to Find" by Joe Zanghi

"A good man is hard to find." Are you shittin' me? It’s practically impossible!
Of course, I’m not including any of you good men here in this room
I’m talking about all the others - outside
A good man is hard to find
First off, all men want to do is fuck
Now, I don’t think fucking is so bad
After your horny testosterone years - full with idealism, confidence, rebellion, and walking around with a boner all day - you know...the age just ripe for the military - the age when you either want to fuck it or kill it.
One day, reality sets in and you get some lame job that finally zaps all the piss and vinegar youth out of you.
A good young man turns into someone else - a Republican or worse, a redneck.
And a “good” man gets even harder to find.
Yep. each year life gets a little worse
Your hair goes gray and/or goes away
Wrinkles appear, your face gets saggy
After decades of beer, your body gets flabby
You look back and remember the good old days
They were the good old days only because that’s when you were young.
Each year life gets a little worse
Until, one day all you have is a dangling short piece of rope between your legs
That’s why they created Viagra
But, did you know that the oldest man on record to father a child was 92
A good old man is hard to find.

How about a good woman?
A good wo-Man is hard to find.
Or as Flannery O’Connor put it:
“She would've been a good woman," said The Misfit, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.
Or as my Uncle Louie used to say, “People are no damn good, but women are worse.”
Yep, A good wo-Man is hard to find.
First, women, the good ones….
Good women get gobbled up quick - high demand, low supply
I’m talking statistically here, not individually
They get fucked - and fucked over - mainly by men
"Women are the Niggers of the World. Yes they are."
I didn’t write that - the "N" word, and neither did John Lennon
Actually Yoko Ono wrote most of the song. It takes a woman to write that.
And nobody liked that song.
Even banned on the radio. A song about gender equality
Gender equality, how's that progressing?
Racial relations, how’s that going?
And, at the time, nobody liked that Jap bitch Yoko supposedly for breaking up the Beatles.
Dear John, who art in heaven, if I had to write pop songs or just another silly love song with Paul MaCartney, I’d rather go solo, or be dead.
Wait, John is dead -- Shot by some fucking lunatic
Evidence, a good man is hard to find
And a great man is hard to stay alive.
Kennedys, Gandhi, Martin Luther King. They even killed Jesus and look what that started.
I guess it’s just better to stay an inconspicuous asshole.

A good man is hard to find?
I figured that one out early on
And is one of the reasons to date women.
I like women. Like my uncle Louie used to say, “Women, you can’t beat’em.”
It’s really a game, isn’t it? Relationships.
A game I mean - you all know the game jun-ken-pon
Scissors beats paper. Rock beats scissors. Paper beats rock
But nothing, nothing beats a blowjob.
Actually a bad girl is hard to find - you know, one who swallows

A good man is hard to find. A good woman is hard to find - Sac le bleu!
These days, it’s not PC to single out one gender
That would be sexist. And fuck I wouldn’t want to be called that.
A good hu-Man is hard to find
So if I said I hated the entire human race, would that still make me a racist?
Men or should I say people aren't just needy they are also greedy.
The history of MAN has 4 Gs: Greed, God, Guns, and Glory
On this note, Donald Richie wrote:
“The world does not like nice guys. Not really. They always come in last, says Western wisdom. And Eastern wisdom acts as if they do. They are charming, fun to be with, absolutely trustworthy, and so what? So says the world.”

Jack

Normal headstrong mildy, never ate carrots
Killed his family with an old iron
Kept his Mom's old head in a new washing machine
A zanussi, he liked their adverts
Back in the day
He remembered the yellow colours

Blew up a safe to tamper his school reports
Everyone was so proud
Back in the day
It got him a new bicycle
Made him feel like a Syd Barrett song
Almost famous, always hoping

He found jesus at a bus stop
Inside a plastic bag of glue
He asked him his thoughts on the third Reich
He could not remember the answer
But he liked the smell
Back in the day, his jesus smelled of glue

Woke up, leather jacket gone
Wearing an old nazi helmet
felt like a new haircut
Back in the day, straight sides
Swore off mandrax after that
The old gods spoke too much

He liked all races equally
"All shit tasted similar"
He knew his subject matter well
He smiled at the moon
Because it felt the same as he
Back in the day

Before the moon fell
Before the moon fell
before the moon fell
afore the fell moon
came
again
back in the day

Time to sharpen your axe boy
There are wolves out there
With political masks
Daring you to ask
That one honest question
"Who the fuck are you?"

DNA
Do Not Accept
DNA
Do Not Accept
DNA
Ad infinitum
Ad Nauseam
Adfuckingverts.

Unwanted Dead or Alive by JZ

I turned on the TV
To scenes warning...
A warning that the scenes could disturb me
Me? Disturb me?
Now that's seems a stretch, don't ya think?
A black boy shot dead lying on the street
Video of a big man being choked by the police
A bomb goes off in a far off land
It's an exclusive report
The camera zooms in on the blood
The reporter points and says "See"
Should scenes like these bother me?
Have I become accustomed, numbed?
To all these faces wanted dead or alive
In the mirror, I ask, "Does all this bother me?"
Staring back, a face on a poster
A face that looks just like me!
With the words in bold below
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

I figure mostly we are Wanted Alive
At least for a while
Now born to produce and buy
Shop til you drop - it's good for the economy
Certainly we're not Wanted Dead
When you're dead…
You and me
What good can you be?
Maybe we are not really wanted at all - not really
Once upon a time, the air was pristine
What have we done to the air, land and sea?
Life is breath
A soldier's last breath
Who dies fighting others for reasons
For reasons that frankly are beyond me.
Life is breath
Those dying of old age...
Of natural causes - the cruelest joke
Our lives smothered by time
Maybe no one is Wanted - not really

So while I still have breath
Just leave me alone
While I try to make my way.
Just let me be
Just let me be UNWANTED
Dead or Alive

"Aflame" by Ivy C. Machida

An emptiness waiting to be filled

Almost all the pieces in place -
Robust and broad-framed
A confident swagger
A friendly grin so eager
To please and tease the ailing heart -
A stir, a stiffening
A cry lost in the breeze.

An emptiness waiting to be filled

A shudder, a thudding
A streak of lightning
A flash from above -
Thunderstruck and struggling
I shifted my glance
And looking askance and about-face,
I found you once again

A brimming vessel of resplendent grace.

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
Great!

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.

Kabukicho

Someday
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

Kabukicho
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
Kabukicho….

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

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!

***

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

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