Friday, October 13, 2017

Sherly, there must be a way.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

I Will Love Again





it's funny

 really

at the end of my rope

 fed up

for I had tried to love

someone who was trying

to

like

me.

I say "like me," for from the start

she said things like, "I would like you if..."

and...

well,

I guess that is the only affirmation she ever

really

did

give

me.

Oh,

I'm not bitter;

she was a Windsor

and I,

Detroit,

wrong side of the river.

What is most peculiar

however,

 is I was the one

who got emotional...

and

why

not?

for, I was the only one

with

an

emotion

and because of that...

I

will

love

again. 

It was sixteen years ago on this date that the most Hypocritical preacher since one of those child-molesting Popes -- pick one -- Jimmy Swaggart resigned from his TV Ministry for having sinned by sleeping with a prostitute... repeatedly.   What is really bizarre, but not that surprising to us who have witnessed the hypocrisy of Christians who look down at others for sins they don't do, while making their sins of greed, glut-ency, and racism popular by covering it in "God Wants You To Be Successful at any cost just as he wants homeless people to get a job -- paraphrased."

Speaking of religion, every year on this date, Witches in the countries of Denmark and Germany honor the Old Lady of the Elder Trees, an ancient spirit who dwells within and watches over each and every tree of the elder family.  Before cutting any branches to use as magic wands, a libation of elderberry wine is poured onto the tree's roots and a special prayer is recited to Jimmy Swaggart.


Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Today, October 10th, is not a good day for organized religion for on October 10th, 1793, Joseph Fouché decreed that the only acceptable worship would be that of "universal morality."  Fouché even ordered the Supreme Being out of graveyards, with the Christian promise of resurrection replaced at their entrances with the atheistic message "Death Is an Eternal Sleep."

The people of France's second largest city had been slow to accept the new order of things and actually had the audacity to rebel.  Fouché arrived to guide them back to reason.  He started by parading the local bishop on a donkey that was dressed in the cleric's vestments and miter, wwiht a chalice around its neck and a missal tied to its tail.

Oddly enough, on this same day in Brazil, the annual Festival of Light begins; the centuries-old festival which is celebrated for two consecutive weeks and includes a parade of penance and the lighting of candles, torches, and hearth-fires to symbolically drive away the spirits of darkness who bring evil and misfortune.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Friday, August 18, 2017

so love comes down to this: if you can get away: get away: I can't.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Crepe Myrtle bleeding on me this July 31st.

Does it know my pain, my lust, my worst?

Does it know how she changed me into this man I thought was right for her?

And that there's no turning back for me now.

Does it know I so wish she would take me back?

Does it know because of her I smoke this cigarette?

Does it know there is no one who will ever compare to her?

Does it know the color of her hair?

Her eyes?

Her voice?

Her walk?

I do, and for this I smoke.

For after Janie there is no one else I will consider.

Ever.

Here's looking at you, my bleeding Crepe Myrtle.


Wednesday, July 26, 2017

They let me start having visitors again today.  

But no one came.

What's the sense in telling me this?

Are they trying to make me crazy?

Unimportant.

I can tell by the scent of morning that nothing has changed.

I wonder if I'll be allowed visitors again tomorrow?


Thursday, July 13, 2017

Show Your Tax Returns Dick Head

So Donald Trump made a living out of calling for, then, President Obama to show his birth certificate to prove our first black president was truly an American.  This movement became known as The Birther Movement.  The press covered it and some pundits even said it was the Birther Movement that gave Donald Trump a platform to run for president on. 

My questions to you:  why isn't anyone asking to see Donald Trump's Tax Returns?   What's in them he doesn't want us to see?   Russian investment?   Probably.  Who doubts that.  

So, I'm suggesting that we begin a Taxer Movement and begin dogging Donald Trump to supply proof he's a true American.   

Go Taxers!


Monday, July 10, 2017

So the timeline is drawn and there is no doubt Donald Trump is a pawn of Russia.   His son, Don Jr. met with a Russian who fed him the Wikileaks/Hilary Clinton emails story, and there, shortly afterwards, the emails were released.   No one can doubt this now.  

Here's a most-important question:  what kind of person would allow himself to be used by Russia? 

Answer:  an ignorant, arrogant, womanizing, spoiled Child Man who has never been told:  "NO!"

Yes, Sir Donald Tic-Tac Trump.  

Now here is the real screw to the America:  the Republican Party.   They are still supporting this guy while he destroys our country.   Just look how stupid Trump looked at the G20 meeting.   No one really talked to him, they shunned him away like a pest-fly that wouldn't go away. 

So the Angry-White Men who have been preaching less-Government, No United Nations, America First since Nuclear Gingrich first came on the America Flag with a Government Shut Down while he worshiped at the Crispy Creme doughnut store, will finally see how wrong they are.   And when this is over, finding someone to admit they were a Republican during this time will be like finding a Nazi in Germany after WWII.    Problem is, we the people of humble means will have to clean up another Bad-Republican problem like Hoover's Great Depression, Ronald Reagan's S&L bailout, George Bush Jr., unfunded war debt.   

The facts are in:  to be a Republican under Donald Trump is an Un-American Activity. 

One more thing, when I was a young-man bitching about Reagan, my Grand Father told me, "Don't like him, learn Russian."   The shoes on the other-foot today, "Do like him, learn Russian."


Friday, July 7, 2017

So Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin

finally meet, face-to-face, chest-to-chest.  


Both men sitting on their chairs as if they were taking a shit on the rest of us:

One, Putin, dictator, self-appointed King, ex KGB.

The other, Donald Trump, silver-lining boy who has been

given everything a man could want, in place of a heart, brain,

and courage.

And I know that somewhere over the rainbow, truth lies in the void

waiting to pour justice on these two men of angst.


Instant karma, maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

Fuck, I'm sounding like a killer.

No, wooow, not me.  I'm a peace-loving Christopher Walken type.

Don't even own a gun,

Just a soul, brain, and heart.

No courage here though,

So both of the maggots will live on


And the truth is coming,

coming sooner than you think,

for liberals can only be held in check for so long

before we demand more.

Where is the more?

Where is the justice?

Where is Charles Julius Guiteau when you need him?


I want neither men to die,

I only wish them love.

Yes, beautiful, love.

Choke on that you commie-Republican bastards!

Fortunately for you, you have all the guns,

No truth

No heart

No brains,

Only guns and closed-minded, hypocritical love for Your Guy

no-matter who in the fuck he is.


And, somewhere over the rainbow...

Yet, somewhere over the rainbow...

Yes, somewhere over the rainbow....




Tuesday, July 4, 2017

timing the Trump thing


the world has gotten meaner overnight

is it really diminishing resources?

everyone, no matter who you are,

knows Donald Trump is a lunatic,

but yet we do nothing.

I saw an old-lady the other day,

she was using a walker to step up to the dumpster

to toss in an empty bottle of wine.

It must have been the high point of her morning:

to get out of the house and do something

it took her twenty minutes to get back to her front door

I timed it

The notion crossed my mind that this is what we are

doing with Donald Trump.

We are watching him amuse himself because

it is all he has left to do,

aren't we better than that?

Where is the outrage?

I'm timing that too.  

Friday, June 30, 2017



Yes, Donald Trump has reached a new low.   Tweeting about Mika Brzezinski -- the talking head on MSNBC "Morning Joe" talk show -- thusly:


Where are the self-righteous Republicans who complained that Bill Clinton was unfit to be president for getting a blow job while on duty!   Was that really so bad compared to a Pussy Grabbing, Woman Hating, Cyber Bully


"She was bleeding badly from a face-lift. I said no!" the president wrote.
"She was bleeding badly from a face-lift. I said no!" the president wrote.
"She was bleeding badly from a face-lift. I said no!" the president wrote.
"She was bleeding badly from a face-lift. I said no!" the president wrote.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Love,

Does anyone really know it?

I do, for I once choked on it.

I say, choked on it in a  loving way

like laughing so hard you cry,

is to tears.


And when love comes,

it's never as it has ever been before,

it's always uniquely new
 

Love never shows up in another's outfit


That's right,

loves a tricky son-of-a-bitch.

And if you're not careful,


you will choke on it.


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

No where to run now, not alone, just hide-and-seek justice

I don't really mind being alone

Or do I?

When I'm alone, I want someone

When I'm with someone, I  want alone

It's a form of communication with the self.

They must have opened a window on the far side of the building today.

I felt a light breeze. 

Last night I dreamed that I was running low on oil for my home furnace.

Fortunately summer just started.

I can coast on what I have.

It's time to move on with my life.

I wish someone would shut the door.

It's getting cold in here.



Wednesday, June 21, 2017


I got nowhere fast with her and it ended where it started, nowhere.

As we all must do when any relationship ends, I've sized up the situation and

came to the conclusion I just wasn't her type.

Maybe it was the psycho killer thing, I don't know.

Fa, fa, fa, fa-fa-fa

Better run, run, run away.

Qu'est-ce que c'est....


So I'm dating again and went out with one the other night

who would be okay, but the heart wasn't there.

I thought, I could date her to see what happens....

That's when I realized that's what happened in the last relationship:

I wanted her, and she wasn't sure.

And nothing can make a Scorpio more crazy than uncertainty.


So I bought a dog.

And not just any dog.

I bought the most fucked-up, out-of-control dog I could find in the pound:

"He has territory issues so can't be around other dogs," the animal keeper said. 

"That's the one for me," I said.

I named him after her.
 

Say something once, why say it again?


Tuesday, June 20, 2017



 Shaken rudely by the uncompromising fact, I had suddenly 
found myself confronted by a thing I had never before faced on my own 
innermost, unmitigated, and unbedecked self. I saw all the garbs of 
pretense and egoism that I had worn now turn to rags of folly. 
 For the thousandth time I remarshalled in my mind the events of 
those last few days before the tide had so suddenly turned. 
 For two days I waited, impatient, for a word, a text, a smile. I waited until night but her response did not come. 
My large pride was hurt and vanity kept me from 
writing her to ask "why the silence?"
  With womanly swiftness she took her cue from my manner, and turned to snow and ice. 
Thus, and wider from this on, we now drift apart. Where was my fault? Who had been to blame? Humbled now, I seek the answer 
amid the ruins of myself...

Sunday, June 18, 2017

c'est tout

Poem from the heart to myself in a year from now.

Self, I'm here to tell you you will not think anything special

about this day a year from now.

In the grand scheme of things, this day will not even

register as good, bad, happy, or sad.


This day is nothing, a few beers and tears

for a woman who never gave you the time of day.

c'est tout


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