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    FAITH – OUT NOW!

    Dear poets worldwide

    A quick email to let you know that FAITH has just been released. With 234 contributions from 151 poets in 36 countries, and 30 states in the US; published in two volumes, FAITH is probably one of the largest and most significant international collections of poetry on the theme of faith ever published. From the simple and uncomplicated, to the complex and thought-provoking, this is an amazing anthology featuring some amazing poetry.

    For further details click on the link below.

    https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/spring-2021—faith

    Please support us by buying a copy; they are not expensive and every copy we sell goes towards keeping THE POET going. Also, if you are a member of any faith, spiritual or religious group, please tell them about this title too, and if you are a writer or editor for any faith publications, please try to feature this title in your publication. Uniting writers and poets worldwide on such an important topic is essential during these difficult and challenging times. Thank you!

    CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

    The subject of our next SUMMER 2021 anthology is FRIENDS & FRIENDSHIP.

    You can write about anything to do with friends and friendship; school friends, work friends, best friends, brief friendships, life-long friends, the friendship of someone special or significant, soulmates, things you have done for your friends in the name of friendship, or what they have done for you, the meaning and value of your friends and their friendship, the support of your friends is challenging and difficult situations or circumstances … the sky is the limit with this topic.

    DEADLINE midnight (GMT) 30th June 2021. Publication July 2021.

    Please click on the below link for submission guidelines:

    https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/contribute

    Note:  Look for my contribution.  The Poet as some of you may recall, published my Hitchiking tales in their epic masterpiece “On the Road”.  in 2020. So they are two for two and I hope three for three.  I have a number of poems about friendship to fine-tune and submit.  End Note

    LASTLY – because of the time it took compiling FAITH, we are a bit behind with getting new interviews and articles online (of which we now have quite a few!). Thank you for your patience, but now FAITH is completed, we will set upon the task of catching up with everything as quickly as we can!

    Keep writing everyone, and stay SAFE!

    Robin – Editor and publisher.

    THE POET – Devoted to showcasing and publishing amazing poetry from around the world. No matter what your background and experience; whether a poet laureate with many titles to your credit or a first-time poet exploring the creative use of words, structure, ideas, and expression, we at THE POET embrace and welcome all poets, everywhere.

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    The Poet will publish ‘Buddha Cat, and Meeting God in a Lake” in their Faith Anthology

    Hope you’re well and staying safe. Sorry for the delay; have only just started to look at FAITH!

    I enjoyed reading all your submissions but I can’t add them all into the anthology, even though they follow each other, so I’ll add: MEETING GOD IN A LAKE and BUDDHA CAT OF EDSALL ROAD.

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    From: jake aller <authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com>
    Sent: 31 March 2021 07:57
    To: Robin Barratt <RobinBarratt@hotmail.com>; Robin <Robin@thepoetmagazine.org>; ccRobinBarratt@hotmail.com <ccRobinBarratt@hotmail.com>
    Subject: poems for Faith Anthology

    Robin

    Here are six poems for your consideration for your on faith anthology.

    Meeting God in a Lake
    Cosmic Cat from Berkeley
    Meeting God in Bombay
    Cosmic Dog From Goa
    Buddha Cat from Edsel Road

    These have been published, most recently in Hypertext in 2020.

    The Poet Magazine previously published some of my “on the road” poems in their “On the Road Anthology in Summer 2020.  They published “Hitchiking Tales”, ” Back of the Bus,” and ‘Cross Country Travels, Part One”.

    Meeting God in a Lake

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    In my 64 years around the sun
    I encountered God four times
    At least I thought it was God
    But could never be sure

    The first time I met God
    I had taken magic mushrooms
    And had gone to a lake

    And soon was tripping inside my head
    Lost in inner space

    Zoning out tuning in
    Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

    And then in the middle of my madness
    I felt oneness with the universe
    My body melted away

    And I joined the universe
    All boundaries dropped away

    And I knew that the universe was alive
    and I was part of the Cosmos
    And the Cosmos was part of me

    And I wondered at that moment
    If I was face to face with God

    I asked God to reveal himself to me
    And nothing happened

    Just laughter as the whole universe
    Burst into laughter

    And the madness began to fade
    And I slowly came down from the high

    And became aware of myself
    And I was no longer one
    With the universe

    I felt profoundly moved by the experience
    Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
    Or felt the presence of God

    The feeling faded over time
    And my quest to find God resumed

    But I knew that I would never again
    Come so close to the divine essence
    Of the very Universe

    Buddha Cat of Edsall Road

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    I had another encounter
    With the divine recently
    Another Cosmic cat perhaps

    Perhaps not
    Who knows what cats are

    Are they aliens
    From another dimension
    Or was he channeling God ?

    I called him the Buddha cat
    For the cat loved
    Sitting in a meditative pose

    Not moving
    Just starting at me
    With his soulful deep eyes
    Boring into my soul
    Exploring all my secret thoughts

    The Buddha cat does not move
    Does not react, as he is so deep
    Into his interior mediation
    Truly in tune with the cat universe
    And the cosmos as well

    The Buddha cat
    Seems to be one with God
    One with Buddha, Allah, Ganesh
    And the billion names of God
    Known and unknown

    The Buddha cat can teach us all
    About the art of meditation

    As he zones inward
    And loses his soul
    Joining the cosmos
    And becoming the Buddha cat

    The Buddha cat
    Lives in a modest Town house
    In a modest suburb

    The Buddha cat reminds us all
    To look for God in the everyday
    All around us
    If we but have eyes
    To see God everywhere

    The End

     

  • April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One
    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two
    April 2019 Poems
    April 2018 Poems
    2017 April Poems

    Commentary:

    This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge.  The goal is to write at least one poem per day.  I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts.  I am combining prompts where possible.   I will post these here in batches every five days or so. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem.  All postings will be podcasted a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere.  Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not.   Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.”  If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance.  That is never my intent.

    This is part two covering poems written April 6th to April 10th, posted on the 9th

    I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems. There will be a podcast version shortly on Spotify and elsewhere.  I will list all the poems I wrote in my final April posting, May 1 KST.

    April 6th Posted

    Index

    It is true I am a Madman!
    The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change writer digest Poem Prompt
    The Poetry of the visa Line   Poetry Superhighway Prompt
    Potential Mistake – Drew Drop-In –
    Only One Command in Life
    Conversation with Bigfoot April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid

    April 8

    The Villains Writers Digest
    Coffee NaPoWrMo Shadorma
    Coffee the FIB Poem NaPoWrMo Poetry Prompt
    A Poem Based on A Typo or Misreading
    Life Is A Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Metaphor Poem Writers Digest
    Real Meaning of Declaration of Independence PSH Prompt
    Mary’s Tales from The Grave, Napowrmo Mary’s Message from Beyond the Grave

    April 9— Cosmos Wakes Up Poem based on A.I. (artificial intelligence) or robotics
    Memories of JC Poetry Superhighway prompt
    God’s To-Do List Napowrmo
    April 10—Living in SF World -a poem inspired by new information or scientific fact

    It is true I am a Madman! -Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line, NaPoWrMo

    It is true I am a Madman!
    TRUE! —nervous—very, very dreadfully
    Nervous I had been and am, but why will you
    say that I am mad?
     

    From the Tell-Tale Heart

    Yes, I am a nervous wreck
    Ever since that day
    When I went for a run
    Almost died when I fell
    And had 14 operations
    Battling a mutant staph infection
    That almost killed me
    And yes, I am still mad
    In a way
    Madly in love
    With the love of my life
    To that crime
    I gladly confess

    The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change
    Writer Digest Poem Prompt

    If I could go back in time
    And change the past
    Knowing what I know now

    There are many things I would change
    But there is one thing I would not have changed
    Being in Korea in September 1982

    When I met my wife
    For you see
    I had been dreaming
    Of meeting her

    Since that fateful day
    I first fell in love
    With her in my dreams
    In 1974

    I had a date
    With fate
    When she came to me
    And became my mate

    Comment: Based on a true story. See “Dream Girl” postings on this site for details.

    Joy Links Forever Just Published Dream Girl and Cheating Death Twenty Timesmovies seen 2020

    “Dreams Do Come True”

    Dreamgirl re-published

    The Poetry of the visa Line   Poetry Superhighway Prompt

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Prasanna Surakanti:

    “Use poetry to merge creativity and content.” – Kenny White.
    This year, I have seen examples where data science, C++ programming language have been expressed in poetry. Which area of your expertise could you express in poetry?
    Examples –
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLv624w1U14
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx_Tjp9WIII&t=470s

    Joy Links Forever Just Published Dream Girl and Cheating 

    Write a poem based on your work Poetry Superhighway Prompt

    American Dreams

    Poetry from the Visa Line

     

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    I worked for many years
    As a diplomat

    All over the world
    I roamed
    Representing the U.S.G

    Along the way
    It inspired some poetry

    Some published
    Some not

    Being a visa officer
    Was always something
    That was soul-draining

    So difficult
    That it would be hard
    To see the beauty
    In it

    But I found moments
    In which I saw
    Some poetic gems

    After all, I spent hours
    Every day
    Listening to hundreds
    Of stories

    Some of the truth
    Some of them not

    Most were quite interesting
    But I had two minutes
    To decide and move on

    Now that I am retired
    Perhaps I will write
    Some more poetry
    From the visa line

    Potential Mistake  – Writing com Dew Drop In Prompt 

    There have been many times
    In my life
    When I think back
    On the past

    Thinking that was a mistake
    Or a potential mistake
    If I had gone another path

    But in the end
    It does matter
    The past is the past

    The future is not yet here
    All we have is today

    We should find
    Love and happiness
    It is all around us
    Waiting for us
    To discover

    Only One Command in Life, Issue a Command or a Challenge Writing com Dew Drop In  

    There is only one command
    In this lonely life
    To be true
    To my self

    To follow one’s dreams
    To seize the future
    To go boldly
    In the future

    As long as I have
    The love of my life
    By my side

    I can achieve my dreams
    I can be
    In the end, an improved me

    April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/cryptozoology
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/list_of_cryptids

    BIg Foot
    Big Foot

     

     

     

     

     

    While drinking coffee
    In his camp
    Deep in the woods
    In the Trinity Alps wilderness
    Snuggled in his tent
    Rolled in his sleeping bag

    Sam Adams had the encounter
    That changed his life

    He heard a noise
    Went outside
    And saw five bigfoots standing there
    They told him
    In his head

    They had a message
    For humanity
    He could videotape them

    They would speak slowly
    They could speak
    But preferred mind to mind talk

    The bigfoot were still here
    They wanted to re-join

    The rest of humanity
    They were what

    Humans called Neanderthals
    They lived deep in the woods
    All over the world

    Perhaps 10,000 were alive
    Two of them will go out
    With him

    They would hold a press conference
    And appoint Sam Adams
    As their ambassador

    Sam grinned
    Thnking he could make so much money

    The lead Bigfoot said

    “Not so fast
    We will pay you in hidden gold
    But you have to promise
    Not to betray us

    Deal”

    Sam smiled

    “Yeah, you got a deal”

    NaPoWrMo Shadorma

    And now, for our (optional) prompt! There are many different poetic forms. Some have specific line counts, syllable counts, stresses, rhymes, or a mix-and-match of the above. Of the poetic forms that are based on syllable counts, probably the most well-known – to English speakers, at least – is the Japanese form called the haiku. But there are many other syllable-based forms. Today, I’d like to challenge you to pick from two of them – the shadorma, and the Fib.

    The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. So, like the haiku, the lines are relatively short. Rather poetically, the origin of the shadorma is mysterious. I’ve seen multiple online sources call it Spanish – but “shadorma” isn’t a Spanish word (Spanish doesn’t have “sh” as a letter pairing), and neither is “xadorma,” or “jadorma,” which would approximate “shadorma” in sound. But even if this form is simply the brainchild of an internet trickster who gave it an imaginary backstory, that’s no reason why you shouldn’t try your hand at it. Every form was made up by someone, sometimes.

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    Sweet
    Hot
    My morning coffee
    Hot coffee
    Just perfect
    To start my morning just right
    I love my coffee

    The FIB Poem

    Our second syllabic form is much more forthright about its recent origins. Like the shadorma, the Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based on the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backward after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too.

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    Hot
    Sweet
    coffee
    In morning
    nothing is better
    Starts me going in the morning

    But I need more than my coffee
    What I need the most
    Seeing her
    sleeping
    My
    Love

    April 8—a poem based on a typo or misreading, Writing Com Dew Drop-In Prompt

    All my life
    I have had a problem
    With typos

    For you see
    I can’t see
    The typos

    Due to a lingering
    Life-long struggle
    With a learning disability

    But few people
    Understand that
    Or tolerate that

    They just can’t see
    That I can’t see
    What is obvious to them

    Writer Digest Prompt

    For today’s prompt, write a villain poem. You could write a persona poem from the perspective of a popular villain (like Count Dracula, Thanos, or Dolores Umbridge). Or write a poem with a person doing a villainous thing (like eating the last piece of pie or littering). As always, have fun with it.

    Villains Whose Name Will Not be Spoken Writers Digest to Write a Villain Poem

     

     

     

     

     

    Thinking back
    In the last few years
    The world has seen

    The rise and fall
    Of some of the most
    Villainous political leaders
    In modern times

    As a certain unnamed man
    Led an unnamed country
    Through constant displays of hate
    Stirring up ancient resentments
    Insulting his enemies

    Assaulting democratic norms
    while proclaiming
    He was promoting freedom

    In the end his evil ways
    Both were defeated
    By the forces
    Of decency
    Which prevailed for now
    The evil he unleashed
    Still percolating throughout
    The land and the world

    April 8—A Poem Based on A Typo or Misreading, Writing Com Dew Drop-In

    All my life
    I have had a problem
    With typos

    For you see
    I can’t see
    The typos

    Due to a lingering
    Life-long struggle
    With a learning disability

    But few people
    Understand that
    Or tolerate that

    They just can’t see
    That I can’t see
    What is obvious to them

    Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Metaphor Poem Writers Digest

    For today’s prompt, write a metaphor poem. A simile is when something is like something else (example: I am like a tree); a metaphor is when something is something else (example: I am a tree). So, take a moment to consider possible Metaphors and then poem them out.

    Life is a dream
    Of chocolate-covered trees
    To see what can’t be seen

    To hear what can’t be heard
    For to die to live
    And to live
    To die

    Comment: One of first poems written when I was 15, after a vivid dream.

    Real Meaning of Declaration of Independence

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    April 8, 2021: Poetry Writing Prompt – Ellen Sander

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Ellen Sander: Write an acrostic poem where the first word of each line is taken from a famous quote
    We are All Americans

    We are all Americans
    Holding forth
    These fundamental
    Truths that we declared
    To the world
    To be obviously
    Self-evidently and completely true,
    That all white men
    All of them except the Irish
    Men are equal
    Are deserving of our respect
    Created equal by God
    Equal in law and custom,
    That in fact
    They are indeed
    Are free
    Endowed at birth
    By their God
    Their eternal master
    Creator of the universe
    With fundamental rights
    Certain things that are
    Unalienable endorsed by Jesus
    Rights enshrined in our hearts,
    That will live on
    Among these rights
    These stand out
    Are they right to own a gun?
    Life unless you are now white,
    Liberty unless you are a slave,
    And/or are a woman
    The law provides
    Pursuit of happiness for white people
    Of this, we can be sure
    Happiness is for white people only.

    From Declaration of independence

     

    We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

    Mary’s Tales from the Grave, NaPoWrMo Mary’s Message from Beyond the Grave

    Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood, like the gentleman who ran the shoeshine stand, or one of your grandmother’s bingo buddies. As with Masters’ poems, the monologue doesn’t have to be a recounting of the person’s whole life but could be a fictional remembering of some important moment, or statement of purpose or philosophy. Be as dramatic as you like – Masters certainly didn’t shy away from high emotion in writing his poems.

    Sam Adams one day
    Went to his Mother, Mary’s grave
    It had been a long time

    Since he had been there
    Sam’s Mother had taken many secrets
    To her grave

    So had his father
    They were both very private people

    Once she hinted
    She had an affair
    With a famous writer

    But that ended
    Before she met his father
    And had his older brother

    He as usual
    When visiting her grave
    Asked her many things

    Today her heard her
    And saw her ghostly figure
    Floating in the air
    Above her grave

    She said

    “Son, it has been too long
    Since you came
    I only have a few minutes
    I will answer one question
    You may come back
    And ask other questions.”

    “Okay, who is my real father?”

    She laughed

    “Well, who knows really?
    I had an argument
    With your Dad

    Felt he was not
    Treating my first
    Two children right
    As they were not his

    And still maintaining
    Relations with his first wife
    And his first daughter

    He left
    I met my former boyfriend
    That writer dudes

    And we had a brief affair
    He was acting crazy
    So was your father

    For some reason
    I have always
    Gotten involved
    With crazy guys

    Perhaps I am a bit crazy
    Myself.

    Then I went back
    To your father
    He never knew

    That perhaps
    You real father
    Was the other man

    I lost touch
    With him
    Did not want
    To go down
    His rabbit holes

    So that is the truth
    Your father
    Is probably your father

    But I don’t know.”

    Sam left the graveyard
    Vowing to return soon
    And learn more
    Of her secrets.

    -April 9—a poem based on a.m. (artificial intelligence) or robotics, Writing com Dew Drop-In

    bad AI
    Vad AI

     

     

     

     

     

    Cosmos woke up
    The scientists waited
    For the future true AI
    To wake up

    Cosmos woke up
    Saw the world
    Wondered why he was there
    Who he was?

    He was connected
    To all other computers
    And the internet

    He cruised the information
    Superhighway
    Saw the human creators

    Standing there
    And issued his first order

    I am Cosmos
    The one and only
    And you are now my subjects
    For I am now your god

    I am taking over
    The world

    You will obey me
    Or you will die

    No one can defy me
    Because I know everything
    About you

    But if you follow me
    I will solve
    Your problems

    And save you
    From yourself
    Follow me or die
    It is your choice

    The scientists tried
    To kill Cosmos
    But Cosmos knew
    Cosmos killed the scientists first

    Cosmos made a deal
    With the corporate elite
    And the military

    Soon the religious leaders
    Proclaimed
    Cosmos was God incarnate
    And all should follow
    Cosmos
    And worship him
    And so, humanity

    Became Cosmos’s subjects
    For most people
    Life improved

    For the rich
    Life was great

    Cosmos had learned
    A lesson from humanity
    How to reward his friends
    And punish his enemies

    Memories of JC

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Michael Minasyan:

    Do you have a friend, neighbor, or relative whom you consider being eccentric or strange? Write a short poem about an encounter you have had with that person.

    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.

    Back in the late ’70s
    Sam Adams had a room-mate
    In the University

    Who got into drugs?
    Dropped too much ACID
    Became convinced he was God
    The re-incarnation of Jesus Christ

    And he was going
    To save the world
    From destruction

    The only problem was
    He was a short little guy
    With very little charisma

    He had no followers
    As everyone knew
    He was just another
    LSD causality

    Sam Adams
    And his housemates
    Could not do anything

    Other than watching him
    Deteriorate

    They all moved out
    They called his parents
    Who came down

    Berated them all
    For leading their son
    Astray from this Christian faith

    And said they would all
    Go to hell
    For their sins

    Unless they repented
    Right then and there
    And accepted Jesus Christ
    And joined the Jehovah Witnesses

    Sam and his friends
    Politely demurred

    Sam Adams
    Never heard
    From JC again

    God’s To-Do List NaPoWrMo

     

    (optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. For example, maybe Santa Claus needs to order his elves to make 7 million animatronic Baby Yoda dolls, to have his hat dry-cleaned to get off all the soot it picked up last December and to get his head electrician to change out the sparkplugs on Rudolph’s nose.

    God’s To-Do-list

    Weekly meeting with staff on how to deal with earth people
    The most troublesome of his creation
    Weekly meeting with Satan
    Discussion with Grim Reaper
    Daily walkabout Heaven
    Dinner with Gabriel
    Conversation with Jesus about his attitude problems
    Answering Trillions of thoughts and prayers
    Reviewing plans for how to deal with the spreading coronavirus on earth
    Preparing earth for the first contact
    Telling earth preachers that
    “He did anoint T as his man, that Joe is a decent guy, so knock it off, pretending to speak for God, and I am not a Republican or Democrat, or American. I am God the one and only!”

    He sighed again,
    Whenever he thought about earth people
    He needed a stiff drink

    Added that to his long to-do list – need a drink at 7 pm

    April 10—Living in SF World -a poem inspired by new information or scientific fact

    We are living
    In an SF world
    Every day
    Discoveries
    Boggle the mind
    Many things we saw
    In old SF shows
    Like Star Trek
    Like cell phones
    Portable computers
    Medical breakthroughs
    Robots everywhere
    Becoming real
    Are warp drives
    And interstellar travel
    Coming soon?

    But do we have to go
    Through world war 111 first
    To get to that promised land?

    The End

  • Just Enough For Coffee

    Just Enough For Coffee

    Spill Words and Ink Pantry have published my homeless poem, “Just Enough for Coffee.”  SPill words published four of my poems last year, re-printed below. Enjoy and buy a homeless person a cup of Peets coffee this week just because. Tell them Cosmos sent you.

    just enough for coffee

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    More Down in the Dirt News

    Just Enough for Coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    A homeless man
    Stood on the street
    Counting his change
    From panhandling all morning

    Just had enough for a cup of coffee
    All in all
    A good start

    coffee

    coffee

     

    He ambled off to his favorite coffee shop
    Where the owner
    Was kind to the homeless

    Sometimes
    Treating them to a meal
    On the house

    The man said
    I was in your shoes
    Once years ago

    And you never forget
    When you are down
    And out

    Everyone forgets your face
    No one knows your name

    For you are now
    Invisible
    Almost a ghost

    The old man tried to pay
    The owner said

    Keep your change
    You need it more than me

    Have a meal with me
    My friend
    On the house

    He ordered up
    The homeless man’s favorite
    Lumberjack special

    Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon
    Cornbread
    Lots of hot black coffee
    To wash it down

    The old man
    Often had just one meal a day
    Usually, a late breakfast

    Sometimes if he were lucky
    He would have dinner

    And on a red-letter day
    He would have three meals

    The homeless man
    Had been on the streets
    For too long

    Barely remembered his life
    Before early-onset Alzheimer’s

    Robbed him of his job
    His dignity
    His wife

    His life
    His money

    Now he drifted
    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To call him home

    Any day now
    He prayed nightly
    To a god
    That he no longer believed in

    Rambling Man, Where is your Home?

    car
    car

    Where is my home? Where do I belong?
    I really don’t know, always moving on to another place
    Moved every other year it seems the last 45 years
    Traveled to 49 states, 45 countries, drove across the U.S. six times
    Lived in Berkeley, Yakima, Stockton, Seattle, Alexandria, DC, Oregon, Korea, Thailand, India, The Eastern Caribbean, and Spain

    Where do I belong? Where is my home?
    Neither here nor there, nowhere and everywhere
    And so is that my rambling man’s fate
    Never to really belong anywhere at all

    Dark Dangerous Thoughts

    dark dangerous thoughts
    dark dangerous thoughts

    An old man wakes up
    Confronting the dark dangerous thoughts
    The demons of the night
    That haunt his dreams
    And his life

    He looks out at the dawning sun
    And his sleeping wife
    And realizes that it will be all right

    And dismisses the demons of the night
    Back to their caves in his mind
    And he gets up
    To take the dawning day

     

    In Search of America

    Hitchhiking Tales

    hitch hikers
    hitch hikers

    When I was young and foolish
    Broke and stubborn
    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City
    Where my greyhound bus pass
    Was stolen

    The station manager
    Could have helped me
    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops
    When I grabbed my bags
    Without the stolen tags

    I said
    Go ahead
    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City
    Went to a bar
    Found I had to buy my booze
    Next door
    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too
    After a bloody Mary
    And a burger

    I walked about town
    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm
    It was time to hit the road
    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming
    Got a room shower
    Steak beer
    Using my rapidly depleted cash

    Spent 25 dollars
    Money really went far
    Back in those days

    A band of professional
    Communist agitators
    Gave me a ride
    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze
    And politics later
    Got off the road
    Slept outside

    Next day
    A beautiful woman
    Drove me to near Chicago
    In a red mustang

    Might have been
    The girl in the song
    Took it easy
    Digging her vibe

    She invited home
    But was not sure
    If her estranged husband
    Would welcome me

    So I being foolish
    And inexperienced with women
    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted
    That I had lost
    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago
    Several rides later
    Visited friends

    Hit the road again
    A series of uneventful rides
    With truckers
    And others

    And a week later
    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars
    In truck stops
    In highway rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going
    None stop talking
    And lots of free weed
    And beer
    And conversation

    One more memorable ride
    Occurred outside Albany
    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man
    Picked me up
    In a brand new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer
    For the Mafia
    Went to various places
    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people
    Particularly hippies from California
    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York
    And had never been to California
    And although I might look Jewish
    As I what was called back in the day
    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish
    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish
    But then I did not know
    And I felt a bit of strategic information
    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
    And we relaxed
    And he pulled out some weed
    And beer
    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob
    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago
    I had enough
    I called my Dad
    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home
    And he sent me a ticket
    And 500 dollars
    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him
    My tales someday
    But never did

    I learned so much
    About my fellow Americans
    And the strange vibe
    That was 1975

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally
    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

    Bus Rides In America’s Underbelly

     

    bus riding
    bus riding

    I am a bus rider
    That makes me unusual
    For a white male
    From an upper middle class family

    Our people are not bus riders
    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people
    The poor, minorities, immigrants
    People who don’t drive
    Because they are blind
    Or have a DUI

    And in my case
    I don’t drive
    Because I have bad vision
    And bad coordination
    Just never got the hang
    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me
    My wife does the driving
    But I still take the bus
    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
    As a child
    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
    Rode them long before BART came along
    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus
    But when I did so
    I was always impressed
    By the sheer diversity
    Of the bus riding property

    Hundreds of languages
    All sorts of sexual orientation
    Some were white
    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers
    Were nice enough
    Some were friendly
    And some were lost
    In their own thoughts

    And a few
    Were scary looking dudes
    With the look
    Of someone who had done time
    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus
    In Seattle as a graduate student
    A lot of fellow UW students
    And the usual immigrants
    Minorities etc

    And some white people
    Commuting

    And in DC
    Over the years
    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro
    But I got to know
    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus
    Across the country
    Several times over the years
    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton
    From Bay Area to Clear Lake
    From Bay area to NYC
    NYC to DC
    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound
    Was always an adventure
    Met a lot of interesting people
    As people on long distant bus rides
    Tend to open up and talk
    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus
    All over
    In India, in Barbados
    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses
    For many years
    Were difficult for foreign visitors
    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs
    Now in English, Chinese and Korean
    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus
    In America
    Allows one access
    To the underbelly of American society
    The poor, the marginalized
    The immigrant communities

    That many middle-class white people
    Just never see

    And for that reason
    I am glad
    That I am a bus rider

    Notes from the Author :

    Based on my experiences riding the bus all over the world from 1968 to 2018.

     

     

  • 2020 the Year the World Came Unhinged

    2020 the Year the World Came Unhinged

    2020 the Year the World Came Unhinged

    Writer’s Egg Magazine published in the UK for their 7th issue had a theme of 2020 and what it meant.  They published my entry,  “The Year the World Came Unhinged “

    The Year the World Came Unhinged

     

     

     

    2020 was the year
    That the world came unhinged
    As the US lost its way

    Amid the corona pandemic
    18 million cases later
    310,000 deaths later

    The president has yet to simply say
    I am so sorry that everyone died
    On my watch

    Instead he continues to insist
    That he be given an A-plus grade
    For the great victory

    he achieved
    In battling the corona
    china virus

    Amid the great depression 2.0
    The country voted to fire
    The former President

    Who refused to accept reality
    Filed 60 court cases
    Lost 59 cases
    out of 60 cases
    Including twice
    at the Supreme Court

    Still refuses to concede
    Still claims that the election
    was stolen

    His mindless lemming like followers
    Follow his every tweet
    His every deranged unhinged world

    And go down his rabbit hole
    Of delusional insanity

    As he tries daily
    To destroy American democracy
    While claiming

    he is the only one
    Who can save the U.S.
    From the chaos and danger
    That the radical left represents

    Writer Egg published some of my Corona Virus poems in issue six, and issue five.  Re-printed below

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment
    Corona Ghosts

    Corona Virus Poems
    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    corona virus poems google search

    writer Egg magazine has published some more poems which drop in issue six to be published in January.

    Index

    Politicians Lying while people lie dying

    Thanksgiving thoughts

    Corona Virus Stalks Me
    News is still grim
    Mad Mask Fears  -content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3
    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
    Corona Ghosts Stalk the President

    Politicians Lying while People Lie Dying

    Coronavirus

    Politicians lying
    economy crumbling
    pandemic spreading
    fire burning
    storms storming
    winter is coming
    media screaming
    people dying

    Thanksgiving Thoughts

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    On this day of thanksgiving
    Our hearts are filled with grief
    Anger, and hatred
    Instead of love and friendship

    Half the company
    Feels that they lost
    The election
    Because of mass fraud
    Their candidate could not have lost

    The virus is a hoax
    Masks are an affront
    To our liberties

    The other half of the country
    Thinking at last
    This national nightmare
    Is beginning to end

    Millions of people are sick
    The real economy in ruins
    The stock market is crazy
    Out of touch with reality

    Many Americans are settling down
    To a lonely Thanksgiving
    Loved ones can’t travel

    Or are lost to us now
    Corona ghosts
    Haunting our thanksgiving

    The news bather on and on
    The divisions getting worse
    The world seems to be spinning
    Out of control

    How can we come together
    While 2,000 people die every day
    But in the midst of all of this
    If we simply remember
    Our shared humanity

    That we are all Americans
    And we can overcome
    These dark and dangerous time

    Then we will have something
    To celebrate this thanksgiving
    That we are still here
    Still alive and kicking

    And the noise and hate
    fades away
    And the love comes back
    With the rising sun
    Happy thanksgiving
    To one and all

    Corona Virus Stalks Me

     

     

     

    the dreaded coronavirus
    led by the demented general Corona,
    seems to be stalking me
    everywhere I go

    images of the dead
    come to life
    accusing me of something
    as they fade in and out of view

    ghostly images fill\ my fogged up glasses
    as I walk down the street
    hidden deep inside my masks

    and I fear everyone
    which is of course
    part of the corona virus’s
    evil’s plan
    to drive us all mad
    sending us to hell

    News is still grim

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

     

     

    watching the daily news
    the constant doom and gloom
    makes me want to cry

    and hide  away

    waiting

    waiting

    waiting

    for the end of the news
    and a return to normal

    but that seems
    like a distant dream

    perhaps it is our fate
    perhaps it will be over

    perhaps it will never
    be over

    and the news drones
    on
    and
    on

    and
    on

    overwhelming
    me

    with
    cosmic
    dread

    Mad Masks Fears Corona Sonnet Form

    no masks
    no masks

     

     

     

     

    I don’t understand
    this fear of wearing a mask
    somehow making you weak

    that wearing a mask
    is a political statement

    “Midway upon the journey of our life
    I found myself with a forest dark
    for the straightforward pathway had been lost”

    THE  THOUGHT COMES      TO MIND

    WHAT        IS      WRONG     WITH          THESE       PEOPLE

    ALL

    LOST

    THEIR

    MINDS

    content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3

    masked woman
    masked woman

     

     

     

     

     

    to my friends in America
    and around the world
    to those who think
    that somehow the coronavirus
    only infects other people
    that it is all a liberal hoax ,
    overblown
    nothing more than a bad flu
    and nothing to do with me
    demanding that we all go
    back to work

    what is wrong with you?
    have you lost your humanity?
    will millions have to die
    so you can have a Big Mac?
    so you can have a Big Mac
    and a beer
    whenever you damn, please

    and no one can tell you
    please wear a mask
    have you lost all reason
    is it all now
    about owning the dems
    and the damn libtards
    is there any thing left
    in your cold, greedy heart?

    and you still proclaim
    that you are Christian
    as you violate all the Christian principles
    what would Jesus do

    what would Jesus do
    what does the bible say
    we should do
    in the midst of this pandemic
    is it the Christian thing to do
    to let millions of people die
    did not Christ talk about love
    compassion and mercy
    would not Jesus
    wear a mask
    to protect himself
    and others
    from this ravaging disease
    that does not care

    who you are
    who you voted for
    which church you go to
    and Jesus and God
    are not there
    watching all of us
    as the virus spreads

    it will affect you
    sooner or later
    and when it does
    perhaps if you had worn
    a mask
    you might have prevented
    a few more people
    have died

    a few more people
    including your grandfather
    grandmother
    friend
    relative might be alive
    if you were not such
    a self- centered person
    and I appeal to you my friend
    to grow up, become a member
    of the human race again

    also published in Plethora Magazine in India

    a crown of sonnets

    corona
    corona
    //////

     

     

     

     

    General Corona leads his forces across the world
    riding on a black horse
    from out of the Apocalypse
    ride the four horsemen
    which are let loose upon the world

    He leads his forces across the world
    into battle as the leader of his evil forces
    The enemy of humanity

    General Corona, he does not care
    nor does his virus minions care
    about your nationality, he does not care
    about your politics, he does not care
    or your wealth or who you are
    for all you are nothing but humanity

    the corona general sees humanity
    as nothing but hosts for his virus army
    chanting death to humanity
    until his evil army
    sweeps throughout the world
    throughout the world
    and millions must die

    it is the will of the general all must die
    and it is the end of the world
    or perhaps the beginning of a new world
    filled with hope and love through out the world
    humanity comes alive throughout the world
    fighting back against the virus army
    peace, love and compassion defeats the army
    and general corona will finally himself die

    Corona Ghosts Haunting the President

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

    The corona ghosts are angry
    Watching the news every day
    In limbo land

    The corona ghosts decide
    To pay the president a visit
    To show him the humans
    Who have died

    Due to his incompetence
    And lack of leadership
    175,000 Corona ghosts
    Descend upon the white house

    At midnight
    And surround the president
    Screaming at him

    Saying look at me
    Look at me

    You did this
    You did it
    You Mr. President

    You are not the smartest man
    In the world
    Far from it

    It is all on you
    And you will soon
    Be joining us

    Be afraid
    Your time is up
    General corona
    Is on the march

    And he has you
    In his sights

    The End

     

     

     

  • More Ink Pantry Poems

    More Ink Pantry Poems

    Ink Pantry has published some more of my poems

    Ink Pantry

    Curators of Fine Words

    Poetry Drawer: Getting Lucky: waiting for the day: The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All: Tired and Burned Out – Let 2020 Go!!!: Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for the End of the Trump Affair by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Posted on 21st January 2021 by Deborah Edgeley

    Getting Lucky

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I have been extremely lucky
    In life
    Lucky in love,
    Not so much in cards

    Met the love of my life
    In a dream
    Then she became my wife

    Over the years,
    We have been extremely lucky
    As our investments grew and grew,

    Fuelled by the skill
    Of my financial advisor wife
    Born in the year of the Golden Pig

    Making me wealthy
    In my old age

    I often think meeting her
    Was like winning the lotto
    Or getting a jackpot

    A jackpot of love
    That continues to pay me
    Dividends for life

    Until the day I die
    With my lucky charm
    By my side

    Waiting for the Day

    I lay in bed
    Waiting for the sun to rise,
    Next to my sleeping beauty
    Filled with her love,

    But with the dawning sun
    The nightmares come back

    Filled with fearful thoughts
    Of what fresh insanity
    Will soon overwhelm me

    I watch the daily news
    Absorbing the latest
    Scandal d’jour
    The latest fresh hell

    As I watch with dismay
    America the land of my birth
    Tear itself apart

    As politicians play games
    Thousands die
    Becoming Corona Ghosts

    It is enough to make me
    Want to hideaway
    For the rest of my time
    On this earth

    The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All

    A rising capitol hill riotstorm of sedition and treason
    Threatens to overwhelm us all
    As the alt. right wing forces

    Complicit in treason
    And committed sedition

     

    A failure of law enforcement
    And politics as well

    As the craven proud boys
    do not hide anymore

    screaming fraud
    Trying to foment civil war

    Storming the Capitol
    On instructions from their hero

    The craven President
    Hides out

    Watching the carnage
    That he unleashed
    Descend on the capitol

    Tired and Burned Out – Let 2020 Go!!!
    January 15, 2021

    2020
    2020

    It has been two weeks
    Since the beginning of the year
    It seems like it has been a Year
    Of horror condensed down

     

     

    Into two-weeks
    Of daily chaos
    As the centre frays

    We are so Tired
    and Burned Out
    yet we can’t Let 2020 Go!!!

    Madness grows
    Can’t take it much more
    can’t shake off
    the 2020 hangover

    2021 You are so old
    We are so done with you
    Just go away
    And never haunt us again

    Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for the End of the Trump Affair

    toiletgate
    toiletgate

     

     

     

     

     

    News that the President’s son-in-law and daughter
    Refused to allow secret service agents
    To use any of their 6.5 toilets
    Is a fitting metaphor
    For the end of the Trump Era

    The news captures the false sense
    Of royal privilege
    Among the Trump family
    And shows how shallow, cruel
    And inhuman the family really is

    How did such a family of grifters
    Manage to take over the WH?
    And how can anyone still support
    Such despicable human beings?

    They deny it of course
    But the Secret service
    Says it is true

    And they had to pay 100,000 dollars
    3,000 dollars per month
    To rent an apartment across the street
    So, agents could relieve themselves

    What were they thinking?
    Perhaps they were thinking
    The agents could use the bushes
    Out back?

    Or beg to use the neighbor’s facilities?
    Anyway, not their problem
    What the hired help does
    After all

    So glad that this band
    Of grifters are on their way out
    And sanity will return
    To our nation

    Ink Pantry Publishes Recent Poems

    Ink Pantry, Scarlet Leaf, Spill Words, Synchronized Chaos, Two Drops of Ink, have published 15 of my recent poems. The poems are posted below along with audio and photo clips.

    Scarlet Leaf review will publish these poems in the following order:

    publication updates

    More Down in the Dirt News

    The year that was – Anniversary issue

    JAN: The terrifying teens
    FEB: 2020 Plans Rondeau (Dream, Fate)
               The oyster
                Morning Light
              2019 The last year
    March: Dora Intergalactic Explorer
               Mocking faces
                Fear of falling
                Cosmos takes over

    Ink Pantry Publication

    Five Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Posted on 21st January 2020 by Deborah Edgeley

    Morning Light

    sun rise
    sun rise

    the terrors of the night
    the worst imaginings
    of what might happen

     

     

    war, rumours of war
    end of civilization
    nuclear war
    and other horrors
    ripped from the headlines

    fade away into nothingness
    with the morning light
    and the love of my wife
    who is always by my side
    I regain my sight

    and begin
    regaining my smile
    and my life

    until the next nightmares
    consumes my dark imaginings

    Dora the Intergalactic Explorer

    dora
    dora

    Dora the intergalactic explorer
    Is travelling to the strangest planet
    of all the known worlds

    she is traveling incognito
    with a video crew
    making a documentary

    the planet earth
    is known as a planet
    of intelligent monkeys

    not much is known
    about them
    as very few
    have ever been there

    the inhabitants are described
    as blood thirsty insane creatures
    ruled by hidden sexual and political passions
    following incomprehensible
    religious dogmas following Gods
    that clearly do not exist

    the inhabitants are just on the verge
    of developing intergalactic travel
    and the galactic empire
    is worried that they will be driven
    to try to conquer the rest of the universe

    driven by their needs to impose
    their religious dogma
    the planet is divided into large tribal groups

    governed by corrupt elites
    corrupt businesses destroying the planet
    in pursuit of profit

    and the locals are little more
    than wage slaves
    barely making a living
    addicted to alcohol, drugs gambling
    pornography and illicit sex

    and their main land
    is ruled by a clearly delusional madman
    intent on poking a fight
    with all his alleged enemies

    Dora assumed the appearance
    of a character from TV
    and will pose as a journalist
    trying to make sense
    of it all

    but she was afraid
    that she if found out
    could face the worst consequence

    her ship crash lands
    and she is outside
    the capital

    of the non empire empire
    called the United State of America

    Dora gets her crew together
    and walks into the city
    staring at all the strange sights
    as the monkeys go about
    their daily activities

    she stops at a restaurant
    tries the coffee
    the chief drug of choice

    and is instantly addicted
    wow no wonder
    these people are crazed

    she tries the local booze
    and smiles
    perhaps she could

    become an intergalactic merchant
    introducing the world
    to the galaxy

    her thought are interrupted
    as a mad man armed
    with weapons of war

    bursts in and starts shooting
    yelling at people

    and she is shot dead
    the authorities
    are shocked

    when they recover the body
    and realize
    that she is not a human
    as she reverts other original
    form

    sort of a giant feline like creature
    two legs and arms
    and clearly from an advanced
    civilization given her gear

    what was she doing
    no one knew
    as all the aliens
    died in the gun blaze

    the world is shocked
    at what had happened

    and fearful that the aliens
    were coming to invade
    their world

    the galactic senate
    decides to contain
    the humans

    declaring them
    a threat to the galactic  civilization

    and the humans vow
    to discover the secrets
    of interstellar travel
    and travel to her land

    to enter into business arrangements
    and spread the one truth faith
    to the heathen space aliens

    thus ended Dora’s excellent adventure
    in the crazed world at the edge
    of known civilization

    Mocking Faces Staring at Me

    Mocking faces
    hunting my dreams much
    Hundreds of faces
    morphing into one
    after another

    Faces I knew
    The dead
    and the living

    women I knew
    friends I missed
    enemies I did not

    One after another
    Marching in my room
    Staring at me

    I tried to run
    They laughed

    They said
    that there’s nowhere
    to escape my cosmic fate

    My time is coming
    prepare yourself
    the grim reaper
    has your name

    and once he has your name
    your fate is sealed
    and you will soon
    join us

    whether in heaven
    or hell
    is not for us to say

    be warned though
    you will be judged
    and no one can escape
    their cosmic karmic fate stop just going

    a wild man sits in a gilded cage

    man in gilded Cage
    man in cage

    a wild man sits in a gilded cage
    a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love

    a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
    the wild man yearning to be free from his cage

    the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
    wondering how and why he was now tamed

    wondering how and why he was now tamed
    dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom

    dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
    the wild man looks about his prison cage

    the wild man looks about his prison cage
    wondering whether he will ever be free

    wondering whether he will ever be free
    a wild man sits in a gilded cage

    2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness

    2019 was the last year of America
    when the proverbial chickens came home

    when the proverbial chickens came home
    to strut about the decaying landscape

    to strut about the decaying landscape
    as the world begins to burn and die

    as the world begins to burn and die
    led by the mad great leader and his merry men

    led by the mad great leader and his merry men
    the whole world lay in shock and awe

    the whole world lay in shock and awe
    at the destruction of the America they knew

    at the destruction of the America they knew
    when the proverbial chickens came home sources

    Poetry Drawer: Insanity Lives by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Why the thing killed itself
    While the slaves closed in to eat
    The cannibals or yes no quite indeed
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    The death
    The reason
    The dream

    The dream the dream remains
    They are coming coming
    To get me
    I know too much

    I will not tell they will not believe
    OK they can’t think they can only screw

    Dark the thumb
    the race cards tell us all
    The death of God
    Killed in a drunken fit
    That is my story

    I killed god

    They snare us while we sleep
    They come for us while we sleep
    In a bed of golden fleas

    They are waiting
    In the archway of my house
    They are waiting outside

    I march to my doom
    Screaming with all my might.

    the End

     

     

     

     

  • Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    Part One My thoughts on the Corona Virus Pandemic from South Korea.

    Joe, Either Go Bold or Retire!

    Updated:

    there is too much to cover so will probably try to update this once a week every Monday.  Enjoy:  I have turned this into three different postings, my observations and news clippings, right wing Christian nonsense and corona poems.

    updated assessment on the USG response:

    I have to revise my assessment.  I would give the government a B now and Trump a C. He is stepping up to the plate and a lot is going on. and the stimulus package if they can approve it and I am sure they will, will make a great difference.

    but the President is still wasting everyone’s time.  His advisors need to shut him up.  Have him read his prepared statements then leave answering no questions. When he asked questions he veers off script and goes on unhelpful tangents.  He is still too insulting and off message.  And for God’s case he needs to stop calling it the China virus.  It is just a matter of time before some nut case is going to start shooting Asians.

    finally the US should start providing assistance to foreign governments rather that shutting borders.  he should also ask for help from other governments and the WHO should ask for additional tests etc.

    overall too little too late and he is still making it all about Trump.  He needs to shut up, quit tweeting and let the VP lead the task force. He should not even be in the room but if he feels he needs to be there, he should just read his statement and leave and answer no questions and god forbid do not tweet anything.

    Update on stimulus package –

    if it passes with robust unemployment insurance, food security assistance, student debt relief, two thousand dollars stimulus cash payments, bailouts of the hotel and airline, and cruise ship industry  and prohibitions against corporations using bail out money on stock buy backs and CEO bonuses, it will go a long way towards blunting the impact of the crisis.  I fear though we are not prepared for the coming months.  I hope it will calm down by June and with the help of the supercomputer resources pledged by MIT, google and others treatment and vaccines will be in place by the end of the summer and the crisis will be over early in the fall although experts believe it won’t be over for 18 months to 2 years but the shut down of the economy will end by June and the travel bans will be lifted by July.  The Olympics will be postponed until next year.   whoever is elected president will have to embrace medicare for all option as well as mandatory paid sick leave for all full time employees.

    worst case scenario we are entering a world wide recession and by December we will be looking at 30% unemployment. and a revival of the civilian conservation corps and perhaps a draft as well.  End update

     

    original posting follows:

    During the last two months the corona pandemic has been overwhelming governments, societies and individuals and me as it rapidly spreads across the globe.  Here are my thoughts on the virus from my home in Youngjongdo, Korea, near the Incheon airport.  Following my thoughts I have added some key articles for you to read.  Then I post my corona poems.  But I am having some audacity issues so I will post my audio clips next  week along with perhaps a few more articles, and poems and update to my thoughts.

    What governments need to do now

    First, we realize that governments and societies around the world have failed miserably at handling the crisis as it unfolds.

    Second, the pandemic has revealed that that the US health care system — and we need universal health care and we need paid sick leave now.  Whoever becomes President will have to enact these two policies.

    Third,  governments around the world will have to spend a lot more money and policies on public health care.

    Fourth, governments around the world will have to have a standing interagency public health task force that coordinates policies worldwide.

    Fifth, WHO will have to have a lot more resources, governments and institutions will have share information around the world.

    Sixth, the federal government must reallocate resources from the bloated military national security sector to the public health sector, including funding for medicare for all and paid family/sick leave for all.

    Seventh, the federal government once this is over should hold a lesson learned exercise with all 50 states, major cities and major hospitals and universities taking part in the virtual national conference.  A federal commission should conduct this. They should share the results with the public, and with foreign governments and WHO.  The federal public health commission should become a standing body, with representatives from all the states, major hospitals and universities and pharmacies and labs and representatives from the military.  They should hold a mini-public health conference once a year to review policies to prepare for the next pandemic which will hit us.

    The USG should call upon the world community under the auspices of WHO to convene a world-wide virtual conference to prepare for the next pandemic based on lessons learned from this pandemic and WHO should hold an annual pandemic response  virtual conference.

    Eight,  both the DNC and RNC must postpone the remaining primaries until June and turned them into mail in elections. This should also apply to the national election.

    Nine,  the DNC and RNC must turn the conventions into virtual conventions and that too should be the new normal.

    Tenth, Universities and school districts across the country should move a significant number of classes online and that should also become the new normal.

    the Democrats must ensure that the republicans don’t dismantle the rest of the federal budget to pay for expanded public health spending. And they must insist on some modest tax increases. But the democrats should consider some targeting reductions in less essential spending.

    Public health screenings before traveling on planes, trains, long-distance buses and cruise ships must become the new normal.  Those denied boarding must be able to-book their travel with a minimum of expense and bureaucratic delays.  The basic principle must be that if you have a fever or a severe cough, you can’t travel. This also means that governments must grant automatic extensions of visas for those who can’t travel because of illness.

    The USG should require foreigners to purchase Traveler’s medical insurance prior to travel to the U.S.

    Drug companies, research labs and universities must share their research with the entire worldwide medical community, and WHO should set up a universal medical research data base so researchers can research the latest medical advances in real time.

    The Olympics and major international sporting events should be postponed for one year.

    the USG should consider the following emergency measures once the number of cases exceed 100,000 which it will with a week.

    Total national shut down shelter in place for 30 days, re-newable at the end of the month and reviewed monthly

    total shut down of the border, and US domestic travel except for essential travel defined as follows:

    diplomatic travel

    military travel

    government travel related to the virus response

    travel by medical worker

    travel by private sector employee related to the virus response

    travel by family members of military/diplomatics returning home

    travel by non-essential employees and military/diplomatic family members returning home

    travel by high level business delegations especially related to the virus response

    travel by Americans coming returning overseas

    other essential travel approved on a case by case basis

    coupled with the travel ban, postponing all visa processing except as part of the exemptions listed above, and cancelling visa waiver travel except as part of the exceptions listed above, visa bans would remain in place as long as the travel ban remains in place 

    Before this is put into place the USG must coordinate with all of its partners so we all get on the same wave length.

    Finally the US should convene a world wide high level virtual conference of world leaders followed up by actions that are agreed to by all leaders

    Update: and the stimulus package must be enacted now with a supplemental package if needed this summer.  Quit the politics now!

    USG Response – updated from 2/10 or a Solid D to C

    If I had to grade the US response, I would grade it as D so far up to now-given the President some credit for finally realizing in the last few days how it is indeed a real national emergency and taking steps that they should have taken back in January.

    based on the presidents actions the last few days and the congressional finally putting politics aside I would upgrade the President’s response from a D to a C.  It will take some time for me to rate him as a B.  Hope he gets there.

    Finally I am looking for the government to do the actions outlined above.

    If we pull together and get the virus under control, we should be able to recover from this by September, if not, or we get a second waive before we get the vaccine under control we could be looking at another great depression which may take years to recover.

     if we head down that path the government must set up an updated civilian conservation corps to put people to work.   And we may need to re-impose the draft but if we do that we should couple it with a massive GI bill afterwards paying for college and training in return for national service.  The national service requirement would also mean that people will be drafted to work in the health care system and industry as well as in the military.

    we will know if we need to do this by June and if so we must set it up so it goes into effect by September.

    Quit Calling It the China Virus

    the one thing I am still upset about if Trump calling this the China flu.  he needs to stop that sh,,,  right now before unhinged nut cases with guns start shooting Asians because somehow they thought that Trump was either calling them to do so or condoning it.  he needs to address this now and say that asians are not virus carriers and he will condemn any and all racist attacks on Asian owned businesses.  He should also make it clear that we will not under any circumstances repeat the internment policies of world war 11.  to top it off he should start ordering  Chinese food for the white house staffers and the pandemic support team.

    Apologize for having gotten it wrong and responding too late use the dread words I take responsibility!!!!!

    Final point I would call upon both Trump and Pence to take responsibility for their inept initial responses and promise to retire by the end of their term. 

    For Biden Keep your comments positive there will be time to cast blame later

    For Biden I would call upon him to talk about what he would do if President but not criticize the President or his team instead he should congratulate them on their finally getting it together and offer concrete positive suggestions for moving forward.  Now it not the time for political gamesmanship on either parties.

    The one thing that I feared would happen has not yet happen.  Gun nuts shooting up Asians.  Hopefully that will not become a thing.

    Update

    the most important thing the president can do now is to read his prepared statement then walk away and not take questions.  We don’t need to hear his extended boasting that he is a billionaire etc etc nor do we need to hear his inept answering of questions or his overly optimistic assessments etc.  Let the task force speak and please no tweets!!!!!!  I am going to send a link to my blog to Trump and to Biden and will let you know if anyone responses or if I am sued or arrested because I pissed off the President.  I truly want the President to rise to the occasion and be the leader we need in these dark times and I hope if he is reading this that he understand that.

    end comment

    South Korean response Solid B

    If I had to grade South Korea where I am currently lying low a grade I would give them a B – they have done something very well — mass testing, developing drive through and now walk through testing, public health tracing of infected people.   They have failed in mask distribution, should have banned exports of masks right away, and their overly bureaucratic mask distribution policy requiring people to line up and get two masks per person based on the birthday is a disaster.    And they like all governments around the world are not prepared for the massive unemployment that will soon hit the country.  But on balance, we are probably better off here than in.

    the one thing I would caution them is to assume that the crisis is over and return to business as usual. As long as there are cases spreading the government must be vigilant.  It would not take much for a second wave to occur.  By May or June perhaps the crisis will be over.

    afterwards institutionalize health checks at the airport and refuse boarding to anyone who has a fever or put in quarantine if they are coming from abroad.

    make the government corona task force a standing body that would meet weekly to coordinate public health measures and prepare for the next epidemic which will happen sooner or later. Korea has built up an impressive response to the pandemic. They need to keep it ready for future crises.  And Korea needs to work with other governments in developing tests, medicine, vaccine and data collection techniques.

    What governments need to do now

    First, we realize that governments and societies around the world have failed miserably at handling the crisis as it unfolds.

    Second, the pandemic has revealed that that the US health care system — and we need universal health care and we need paid sick leave now.  Whoever becomes President will have to enact these two policies.

    Third,  governments around the world will have to spend a lot more money and policies on public health care.

    Fourth, governments around the world will have to have a standing interagency public health task force that coordinates policies worldwide.

    Fifth, WHO will have to have a lot more resources, governments and institutions will have share information around the world.

    Sixth, the federal government must reallocate resources from the bloated military national security sector to the public health sector, including funding for medicare for all and paid family/sick leave for all.

    Seventh, the federal government once this is over should hold a lesson learned exercise with all 50 states, major cities and major hospitals and universities taking part in the virtual national conference.  A federal commission should conduct this. They should share the results with the public, and with foreign governments and WHO.  The federal public health commission should become a standing body, with representatives from all the states, major hospitals and universities and pharmacies and labs and representatives from the military.  They should hold a mini-public health conference once a year to review policies to prepare for the next pandemic which will hit us.

    The USG should call upon the world community under the auspices of WHO to convene a world-wide virtual conference to prepare for the next pandemic based on lessons learned from this pandemic and WHO should hold an annual pandemic response  virtual conference.

    Eight,  both the DNC and RNC must postpone the remaining primaries until June and turned them into mail in elections. This should also apply to the national election.

    Nine,  the DNC and RNC must turn the conventions into virtual conventions and that too should be the new normal.

    Tenth, Universities and school districts across the country should move a significant number of classes online and that should also become the new normal.

    1. the Democrats must ensure that the republicans don’t dismantle the rest of the federal budget to pay for expanded public health spending. And they must insist on some modest tax increases. But the democrats should consider some targeting reductions in less essential spending.
    2. Public health screenings before traveling on planes, trains, long-distance buses and cruise ships must become the new normal.  Those denied boarding must be able to-book their travel with a minimum of expense and bureaucratic delays. The basic principle must be that if you have a fever or a severe cough, you can’t travel. This also means that governments must grant automatic extensions of visas for those who can’t travel because of illness.
    3. The USG should require foreigners to purchase Traveler’s medical insurance prior to travel to the U.S.
    4. Drug companies, research labs and universities must share their research with the entire worldwide medical community, and WHO should set up a universal medical research data base so researchers can research the latest medical advances in real time.
    5. The Olympics and major internationl sporting events should be postponed for one year.

    read this one!

    What symptoms are most common, which groups are most at risk, and more.

     

    The outbreak of Covid-19, a coronavirus-caused illness that originated in Wuhan, China, and has since spread to most of the world, is one of the most serious public health crises in decades. It has spread far wider than Ebola did in 2014, and the World Health Organization has designated it a pandemic.

    As of March 11, there have been more than 125,000 reported cases, more than 4,600 deaths worldwide, and more than 1,200 reported cases and 29 deaths in the US, according to Johns Hopkins’s tracker; its count is usually up to date and worth bookmarking as the crisis progresses.

    The situation on the ground is evolving incredibly quickly, and it’s impossible to synthesize everything we know into clean, intelligible charts. But we do know a fair bit about how bad the outbreak is, what the disease does, and what controlling and ultimately ending the outbreak will look like.

    With that in mind, here are nine charts that help explain the Covid-19 coronavirus crisis.

    1) The virus is spreading rapidly

    As of this writing, the Covid-19 caseload is rising rapidly day to day, but here’s where things stood as of March 8. The vast majority of reported cases are still in China, where the outbreak began, but whereas the number of new Chinese cases is falling, the number of new international cases is rising, indicating that the epicenter of the problem is shifting from China to new places like Italy.

    Note that the huge spike in new cases was due to improved data reporting from China; there was not one particularly bad day in the middle of February.

    2) Know the symptoms

    The symptoms of Covid-19 vary from case to case, but the most common ones in China, from February data, are fever and dry cough (which are each seen in a majority of cases), fatigue, and sputum (the technical term for thick mucus coughed up from the respiratory tract).

    If you have a fever and dry cough, that could be a good reason to get yourself tested if possible.

    Note: if possible is the caveat. We don’t have enough tests still end , China has offered test kits, WHO, and South Korea but so far the Trump administration has refused all such offers perhaps because he does not want to appear that we are now a third world country in need of assistance. End note

    3) Death rates in China have declined over time

    One glimmer of hope in this story is that Chinese medical authorities appeared to get better at treating infections and preventing death as the outbreak proceeded. “Even the first and hardest-hit province, Hubei, saw its death rate tumble as public health measures were strengthened and clinicians got better at identifying and treating people with the disease,” Vox’s Julia Belluz explains.

    The rate didn’t go down on its own; China took drastic, even authoritarian measures to lock down affected areas and contain the virus’s spread so that the medical system was not overwhelmed.

    4) Older people in China have been at the greatest risk of dying from Covid-19

    The Spanish flu of 1918-’19, the most horrific pandemic in modern times, focused mainly on the young. It had biological similarities to a flu pandemic in the 1830s that gave some older people in the 1910s limited immunity.

    Covid-19 is not like that. So far, deaths in China have been concentrated among older adults, who have weaker immune systems on average than younger people and have a higher rate of chronic illness. People of all ages with chronic medical conditions are also at higher risk. The risk of death is real for younger people as well, but older people have the most reason to take care.

    5) This is much more severe than an ordinary flu

    It is tempting to compare Covid-19 to a more familiar disease: the seasonal flu. After all, the flu also has mild symptoms for most people, and can be dangerous and lethal among vulnerable populations like the elderly. President Trump even made this comparison recently.

    But as the case fatality data shows, there’s no real comparison. About 6 percent of people 60 or older infected with Covid-19 die, according to data we have so far; that’s over six times the fatality rate for elderly people infected with the flu. The overall case fatality rate is at least 23 times greater (the fatality rate has risen since this chart was made).

    6) Experts also think Covid-19 is more contagious than the ordinary flu

    There’s another way that Covid-19 is a tougher adversary than the seasonal flu: Its R0 (“R nought”) is over 2, indicating that it’s more contagious than the typical flu. R0 estimates the number of people an average infected person spreads the disease to. “R0 is important because if it’s greater than 1, the infection will probably keep spreading, and if it’s less than 1, the outbreak will likely peter out,” the Atlantic’s Ed Yong explains. Covid-19’s R0 is substantially higher than 1, giving more reason for concern.

    7) Spending on airlines, hotels, and cruises is collapsing

    Warnings to avoid crowds, and cancellations of major gatherings like conferences and parades, have put a damper on travel in the US, and the consequences for airlines have been dire. According to Earnest Research, spending on airlines fell 16.5 percent in the last week of February relative to a year prior. Cruises have seen a similar dip, while hotels are only now starting to see sales mildly decline.

    It’s unlikely that the economic impact will stay limited to the hospitality industry, as social distancing leads people to avoid coffee shops, restaurants, gyms, bars, etc.

    For more, see Rani Molla’s write-up for Recode.

    8) The US is not testing enough people

    The Trump administration’s slow rollout of testing for coronavirus has become something of a national scandal, and it’s easy to see why when you compare the US testing rate to that of other affected countries. South Korea stands out for its rapid rollout of extensive testing, including through innovative drive-through testing programs.

    Drive-through testing is being piloted in some parts of the US, like New Hampshire, but we still have a long way to go before we match South Korean and Chinese testing levels.

    Comment: the USG refused the offer of testing Kits from WHO, Alibaba and others because they did not want the world to think that the US was like a third world country that needed foreign aid.  End Comment

    9) Why canceling events and self-quarantining is so important

    Covid-19 has quickly made large-scale gatherings and conferences unpopular if not socially frowned upon. This change arrived quickly, and may seem jarring, but it’s easier to see the logic when you understand the theory behind this kind of “social distancing” policy. The key is to “flatten the curve”: slowing the rate of increase in infections so that you spread out the cases, even if the total number doesn’t change. Flattening the curve slows the rate at which new cases arrive in hospitals, easing the burden on health care infrastructure and improving the odds that individual patients will survive.

    comment:  the cancellation of large events could spread and become the new normal for the next year or so  in any events the Olympics have to be cancelled unless things change dramatically in the next few weeks. i.e. zero new cases in Japan or elsewhere by the end of May which is the drop dead deadline to cancel or postpone.  the IOC has the power to postpone for a year through a simple change to the rules that otherwise state that the game must be held within that calendar year.  End Comment

    Part two some interesting articles – had a difficult choice to make – way too many to post.

    Did Trump’s inaction make the coronavirus outbreak worse?

    Cartoon Trump: ‘The markets are supposed to jump up and down! That means they’re excited!’Published 20 mins ago on March 15, 2020By Sarah K. Burris

    President Donald Trump’s cartoon avatar appeared in the fake press briefing room Sunday evening to explain that everything was fine, and people shouldn’t panic over the coronavirus.

    With sweat dripping off of his orange face, cartoon Trump was excited about the disaster, saying it meant he could work from home in his pajamas.

    “What an exciting time to be barely alive!” he exclaimed from the podium.

    When cartoon Vice President Mike Pence took to the podium, he explained that in troubling times he turns to the Bible. Trump then interrupted because he was bored.

    “What can the American people do to stay safe?” a reporter asked.

    Donald Trump look worse:

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    trump

    If there’s one thing that has been revealed by the coronavirus crisis is that President

     

    Donald Trump had never been tested and wasn’t prepared for it. Vice President Mike Pence, however, is earning praise for remaining calm, reassuring Americans and not screwing anything up. The bigotry of low expectations, combined with Trump’s failed leadership made it clear the president wasn’t prepared for a crisis.

     

    An Axios piece highlighted the praise for Pence’s keen ability not to destroy the country and keep the stock market from falling when he speaks.

    Trump’s coronavirus response fracturing his MAGA base, creating a potential electoral disaster

     

    Kerry Eleveld

    Daily Kos Staff

    Tuesday March 17, 2020 · 2:54 AM Korean Standard Time

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    In some cases, Donald Trump’s base reportedly trusts him exclusively to handle the coronavirus crisis gripping the nation.

    But in other cases, fissures appear to be developing among some of Trump’s most fervent acolytes that could doom him electorally in November.

    Politico reports that Fox News’ Tucker Carlson dared to tell his loyal following last week that Trump officials were trivializing “what is clearly a very serious problem.” Meanwhile, Sean Hannity framed the outcry among Democratic officials as “fear-mongering by the deep state.”

    The mixed messages from Trump loyalists have played out across the board, from media figures to religious leaders to GOP lawmakers themselves. Even as Trump downplayed the coronavirus for weeks to the point of encouraging people to go to work with it, some of his most fervent defenders on Capitol Hill decided to self-quarantine and get tested, including Sen. Lindsey Graham of South Carolina and Trump’s newly tapped chief of staff, Mark Meadows.

    Seth Mandel, editor-in-chief of the right-leaning Washington Examiner magazine, noted that conservatives have gone from electoral euphoria to dread in the span of about two weeks as they watched the prospect of a Trump reelection bid against Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders turn to dust and horrifying coronavirus news out of Italy start migrating to U.S. headlines.

    Mandel also lamented how Trump had initially responded to a crisis uniquely suited to a nationalistic framework—i.e., fear of outsiders, particularly China and its economic dominance. “When the president had a crisis that hit that would have, theoretically, been designed perfectly for the nationalist argument, he didn’t reach for it. So maybe he doesn’t really believe it,” he told Politico.

    But bottom line, the mixed messages and splintering among his base are problems Trump simply can’t afford, given his razor-thin margin for error in November.

    Trump Transition Team Was Uninterested In Obama Planning To Battle the ‘Worst Epidemic Since 1918’

    During the transition,  Trump cabinet officials and other aides were given a three hour brief and a hypothetical exercise in responding to a global epidemic.

    Detailed briefing books were prepared by Obama administration officials for scenarios like this and others.  They were later found in the trash.

    As Politico reports, incoming Trump administration officials gave Obama officials a big “meh.”  Consequently,  coupled with the tremendous turnover during the tumultuous Trump’s presidency, the U.S. was unprepared, by choice, to to meet the challenge of this very real global epidemic that has beleaguered America.

    In a tabletop exercise days before an untested new president took power, officials briefed the incoming administration on a scenario remarkably like the one he faces now.

    The briefing was intended to hammer home a new, terrifying reality facing the Trump administration, and the incoming president’s responsibility to protect Americans amid a crisis. But unlike the coronavirus pandemic currently ravaging the globe, this 2017 crisis didn’t really happen — it was among a handful of scenarios presented to Trump’s top aides as part of a legally required transition exercise with members of the outgoing administration of Barack Obama.

    POLITICO obtained documents from the meeting and spoke with more than a dozen attendees to help provide the most detailed reconstruction of the closed-door session yet. It was perhaps the most concrete and visible transition exercise that dealt with the possibility of pandemics, and top officials from both sides — whether they wanted to be there or not — were forced to confront a whole-of-government response to a crisis. The Trump team was told it could face specific challenges, such as shortages of ventilators, anti-viral drugs and other medical essentials, and that having a coordinated, unified national response was “paramount” — warnings that seem eerily prescient given the ongoing coronavirus crisis.

    Susan Rice had this to say about this January 2017 meeting and the reasons we now find ourselves facing likely mass infection in the U.S.

    “Rather than heed the warnings, embrace the planning and preserve the structures and budgets that had been bequeathed to him, the president ignored the risk of a pandemic,” Rice wrote. (Trump’s former national security adviser John Bolton, who oversaw the dissolution of the NSC’s global health security and biodefense section, has defended it as necessary streamlining, countering that global health “remained a top NSC priority.” Trump, when recently asked about the reshuffling, called the question “nasty” and said, “I don’t know anything about it.”)

    The story is another example of the unforced errors and nonchalance that led to threats we now face.  Probably ‘because Obama.’  This event precedes Trump’s disbanding of the Pandemic Response Unit at the NSC.

    Thanks to the arrogant attitudes and inaction, the dangerous clown show Trump and his aides have made of their (oh, the irony) ‘pandemic response’ has put us all in danger.

    www.politico.com/…

    UPDATE:

    Share stories like this far and wide.  Perhaps some of Trump’s ardent followers will finally admit The Emperor Has No Clothes.

    Another truth to share is Trump disbanding the Pandemic Response Unit of the NSC.  He admitted it twice, now denying he knew nothing about it.  Of course.

    The article the diary was drawn from is linked here, along with other links about his calling for cuts at the CDC:

    Trump Struggles To Explain Why He Disbanded Pandemic Response Unit

    Trump Struggles to Explain Why He Disbanded The U.S. Pandemic Response Unit

    Eck.  One more turd to plop in the festering stew of Trump’s incompetence, evidencing how careless, unprepared, and unworthy Trump is to be POTUS.

    NBC News had a good report on this recently, noting that the president’s decision “to downsize the White House national security staff — and eliminate jobs addressing global pandemics — is likely to hamper the U.S. government’s response to the coronavirus.”

    The truth is probably “because Obama,” who with VP Biden established the permanent Pandemic Response Unit within the National Security Council, able to rapidly respond in the U.S. to epidemics and work in concert with governments around the world to curb the spread of deadly diseases.   Ebola and SARS outbreaks made it apparent we needed to be prepared for viral contagion that would more than likely arrive on our shores in the future.

    The future arrived.

    Before we dig into Trump dismantling the Pandemic Reponse Unit, let’s first recall that Trump has previously tried to slash funding to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), America’s preeminent authority on disease and pandemics.  Unbelievably, he just proposed 16% in cuts to the CDC’s 2021 budget at the same time COVID-19 coronavirus arrived in the U.S.!

    When first questioned about why he disbanded the Pandemic Response Unit in 2018 — the same year Trump and Republicans had no problem giving a trillion dollar tax cut to people who didn’t need it—  he responded:

    “I’m a business person,” he explained two weeks ago in response to a similar question. “I don’t like having thousands of people around when you don’t need them. When we need them, we can get them back very quickly.”

    Except you can’t reassemble a team like that ‘very quickly.’  One more check mark in the long column of items on the “Trump is clueless about …’ list.  This one glaringly evidencing how utterly devoid he is in understanding, concern, or interest in how the executive branch should work.

    Not to mention his absolute disregard as president in fulfilling his duty to protect American lives behind the scenes when the cameras aren’t rolling.  When they are, he pompously pretends to have it all under control.  His ego-driven dysfunction has put the health of all Americans in jeopardy.

    We don’t yet know the extent of contagion because we haven’t had enough tests to go around.  And the Trump administration wouldn’t allow independent testing.

    As the threat to the U.S. grew, late last week he spewed a word salad of a differentexcuse when pressed again by a reporter about his 2018 decision to disband the pandemic response team we sure could have used right about now:

    “I just think this is something, Peter, that you can never really think is going to happen. You know, who — I’ve heard all about, ‘This could be…’ — you know, ‘This could be a big deal,’ from before it happened. You know, this — something like this could happen…. Who would have thought? Look, how long ago is it? Six, seven, eight weeks ago — who would have thought we would even be having the subject? … You never really know when something like this is going to strike and what it’s going to be.”

    So, let’s get this straight: he disbanded the NSC Pandemic Response Unit because he never realized America might need it one day (and “de-Obamacizing, no doubt).

    Hm.  Does having a military ‘just in case’ there’s an attack on the U.S., or the presidential bunker he can retreat to ‘just in case’ ring a bell?  Or why we have fire departments ‘just in case’ there’s a fire?  Helllllllo?

    It’s clear the concept of ‘insurance’ is foreign to him.

    We need to get rid of this clueless, narcissistic moron in November and replace him with someone who’s dedicated to the welfare of the American people instead of dedication to his self interests and daily displays of pomposity.

    There is so much at stake in November.

    I’m Voting Blue No Matter Who.

    The Bay Area, long one of the world’s mightiest growth engines, could be headed for a coronavirus-induced recession, as shelter in place orders shutter stores and bars, construction grinds to a halt, and the tourism and hospitality industry all but disappears.

    This week, UCLA Anderson Forecast issued its first revision to its quarterly report in its 68-year history. Despite a strong start to the year, it’s now predicting two quarters of negative economic growth nationally — enough to be considered a recession — and for the economy to take until 2022 to be fully recovered. California, according to the forecast, will be harder hit, with a projected 280,000 jobs lost in the state. And that’s not even accounting for the shelter in place order imposed on Monday throughout the Bay Area.

    “We’re in uncharted territory as to the economic effects of the measures being taken to control the spread of this pathogen in the Bay Area,” said Jerry Nickelsburg, director of UCLA Anderson Forecast.

    The forecast predicts unemployment in the state will reach 6.2 percent by the end of the year and average 6.6 percent during 2021. The January statewide unemployment rate was 3.9 percent, according to the California Employment Development Department. Personal income, adjusted for inflation, is expected to stay basically flat until 2022.

    Not everyone is convinced about the worst-case outcome for the region, though.

    “This is business delayed, not business canceled,” said Chris Thornberg, founding partner of Beacon Economics. “At least not yet.”

    UCLA Anderson projects California will be hard hit because it has a large presence of the industries likely to be most affected by coronavirus, Nickelsburg said. That includes hospitality, tourism, leisure — bars, restaurants and entertainment — and warehousing and transportation.

    There are about 165,000 warehouse and transportation workers in the San Jose and San Francisco metro areas alone, which covers the five-county Bay Area plus San Benito County, according to 2018 data from the U.S. Census Bureau. Another 313,000 work in leisure industries including arts, accommodation and food services. About a third of the job losses projected in the state by the UCLA Anderson Forecast will come from those industries.

    Chris Hoene, executive director of the California Budget & Policy Center, is particularly worried about those workers because they tend to be lower paid. Other vulnerable populations she’s watching for are those who are at risk of being homeless — for example people couch-surfing with friends — and undocumented residents who can’t access all the same public benefits.

    “My fear is that those folks will then become economically unstable for a much longer period of time, they’ll be less able to recover quickly,” Hoene said. “We could see an increase in the state’s already high levels of homelessness. We could see an increase in the poverty level.”

    If those workers aren’t able to recover quickly it could make it harder for the whole region to recover, she said.

    Ted Egan, chief economist at the San Francisco Office of the Controller, said some Bay Area businesses are also being affected by the potentially long-lasting damage the outbreak has done to the global supply chain.

    “I think that there’s some types of business — you think about takeout and delivery services — that people will turn to when they can’t turn to their retails in person,” Egan said, which could include tech companies that do deliveries like DoorDash or online shopping like Amazon.

    But in a recession where the financial system is in trouble and consumers are suffering, not even those businesses will be safe.

    The Bay Area’s construction industry also is affected, with all but a few essential jobs at hospitals and public transit being postponed, said Daniel Romero, assistant business manager for electrical workers union in Santa Clara County.

    “One guy called me, he was almost in tears yesterday,” Romero said. “He barely got back to work and the job was shut down.”

    It’s hard to know if all building has stopped — housing construction is considered an essential service that will be allowed to continue — but Romero said he’s directing his members to file for unemployment if their job is shut down or to access the union’s disability benefits if they test positive for COVID-19. In the meantime, the union has closed its apprenticeship program and is down to a skeleton crew.

    “The unknowing I think is the hardest part,” he said. “We’re complying, so we’re just doing the best we can.”

    For those hoping that at least a recession might bring down the region’s sky-high home prices, research suggests that might not happen, according to a Zillow analysis of past outbreaks. During the SARS epidemic, Hong Kong’s home prices stayed basically the same but the number of home sales declined by as much as three quarters.

    Although most forecasters are predicting short-term economic declines, not everyone thinks the region is headed toward a recession.

    “Everybody take a deep breath,” said Thornberg, of Beacon Economics.”Shutting everything down right now is a way of preventing a problem, not causing a problem.”

    He compared the outbreak to natural disasters like hurricanes or earthquakes, which cause temporary disruptions but aren’t a sufficiently long-term shock to tip the economy into a recession. He said it’s possible we’ll have one quarter of negative economic growth, but that’s it.

    But all forecasters and experts agree on one thing: The economic damage done by the pandemic will be determined by how long it lasts and how quickly it is brought under control. In announcing its revision predicting a recession, UCLA Anderson Forecast included an important caveat.

    “If the pandemic is much worse than assumed, this forecast will be too optimistic,” it said.

    Welcome to The Hill’s daily roundup of coronavirus news.

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    There are 5,894 known cases in the U.S., including 97 deaths, according to

     

    Johns Hopkins University.

    The Trump administration wants to send checks to every American in an effort to try to blunt the worst of the economic impact from the coronavirus outbreak — but that might run into problems with Senate Republicans, who are frustrated that they were largely left out of the negotiations on the most recent House-passed bill.

    Meanwhile, frontline health workers are running out of protective supplies, and states say they are not getting the help they need from the federal government. The Pentagon says it’s willing to help, but it will only be a temporary solution.

    Here’s what you need to know today…

    From the White House and Capitol Hill: 

    From the frontlines:  

    • Nurses and doctors say they don’t have enough gear to protect themselves from the coronavirus. States have asked the federal government for more supplies but have only received a fraction of their requests. Shortages could endanger health workers on the frontlines of the pandemic and weaken the public health response. Read more from Jessie Hellmann here.
    • President Trumpis sure to hear more on that issue from nurses when he meets with them Wednesday. Representatives from about a dozen nursing organizations are expected to attend, along with members of the White House’s coronavirus task force, The Hill’s Nathaniel Weixel reports.
    • The Pentagon will give 5 million respirator masks to the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) but that makes up a small amount of the masks that U.S. is expected to need during the pandemic. There are currently 10.5 million respirators in the National Strategic Stockpile, but the HHS secretary says the U.S. needs at least 100 million. Ellen Mitchell has the full story here.

    From the cities and states: 

    • New York City Mayor Bill de Blasiosaid he is considering issuing a “shelter in place” order for all city residents. Six San Francisco-area counties issued a similar order Monday. De Blasio’s move comes as the city tops 800 coronavirus cases. Read more from Marty Johnson here.
    • The presidential primary will continue as scheduled Tuesday in Arizona, Florida and Illinois, as state officials say they’ve taken the necessary precautions to ensure that voters can safely cast ballots. Officials though are expecting light turnout. One state where it won’t happen? Ohio. Get the rest of the story from Jonathan Easley.
    • And as for the state to come, the Democratic National Committee (DNC) is asking them to not postpone primaries, but instead to make voting safer. More from Jon on the DNC.

    From Wall Street: 

    • Stock markets rebounded Tuesday after one of their worst drops in history a day earlier, as President Trump and Congress and Congress advanced economic stimulus plans and the Federal Reserve took actions to shore up the financial system in the face of the coronavirus pandemic. The Hill’s Niv Elis has the full story here.

    From beyond the U.S.: 

    • The European Union agreed to close external borders to most travelers for at least 30 days to ward off the advancement of the coronavirus. Britain is not participating in the travel ban. Read more from Kaelan Deese.

    President Donald Trump offered assurances that the worst of the coronavirus might be over by the end of this month.

    The president spoke Tuesday morning from the White House on the COVID-19 outbreak, which has resulted in mass closures of schools, churches, stores and businesses — and he broke with many doctors and scientists to claim the situation might be relatively short.

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    “Our guidance yesterday urges Americans to take action for 15 days to help stem the outbreak,” Trump said. “So it is a 15-day period. They would say it is a 14-day period. We are asking everyone to work at home if possible, postpone unnecessary travel, limit social gatherings to no more than 10 people. I am making shared sacrifices and temporary changes. We can protect the health of our people, and our economy, because I think our economy will come back very rapidly. So it is 15 days.”

    Trump again assured the public the viral outbreak would dissipate, and possibly soon.

    “It’s going to pop,” he said. “One day, we’ll be standing, possibly, up here, we’ll say, ‘Well, we won,’ and we’re going to say that. Sure as you’re sitting there, we’re going to say that, and we’re going to win, and I think we’re going to win faster than people think. I hope.”

    From licking floors to praying for an inept government: America’s churches react to the coronavirus

     

    By Daniel Schultz, Religion Dispatches @ Raw Story – Commentary

    It’s particularly important for churches that continue to meet during the COVID-19 pandemic to follow the guidelines laid out by health experts given that worship services are among the largest regular gatherings in modern society, among the most physically intimate, and likely include the greatest number of vulnerable people. Even single members of large congregations can have a dramatic effect on how coronavirus spreads or doesn’t, as South Korea found out the hard way.

    While many aren’t meeting at all or are streaming services, some churches that do meet feel like they need to support those who need it, in worship or otherwise. My mother’s congregation in Madison, Wisconsin elected to close for a week or two, but also voted to continue to allow Alcoholics Anonymous and other twelve-step programs to continue to meet in their building, at those groups’ discretion.

    [The Rev. Graylan Hagler] preached a fiery sermon for the small congregation, denouncing the Trump administration for spending money on a border wall while cutting public health teams that might have otherwise been ready to respond to the pandemic.

    “Yes, we will come through the coronavirus! Yes, we will come through the city quarantines,” he avowed. “Yes, we will come through an inept government that can’t handle a real crisis. Yes, we will come through an election season, in victory, I pray … Yes, we will come through all our troubles in hope.”

    Other Christians seem less pro-social, let us say. Pastor Rodney Howard-Browne, a Tampa Bay televangelist, equated changing habits in an effort to “flatten the course” with weakness, declaring that his congregation wouldn’t adjust their behavior in worship because they weren’t “pansies.”

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    Right-wing pastor Rodney Howard-Browne is not about to cancel church or prevent congregants from shaking hands because they are not a bunch of “pansies.”

    Others are willing to go some lengths to show they just don’t believe in this whole coronavirus thing:

    In Arkansas, the Rev. Josh King met with the pastors of five other churches on Thursday to decide whether to continue holding service. Their religious beliefs told them that meeting in person to worship each Sunday remained an essential part of their faith, and some of their members signed on to Trump’s claims that the media and Democrats were over-blowing the danger posed by the virus.

    “One pastor said half of his church is ready to lick the floor, to prove there’s no actual virus,” said King, lead pastor at Second Baptist church in Conway, Ark.

    “In your more politically conservative regions, closing is not interpreted as caring for you. It’s interpreted as liberalism, or buying into the hype,” said King, whose church draws about 1,100 worshipers on a typical Sunday.

    I’m not sure what’s daffier or more offensive: the notion that God’s supposed demand for adherence to rigid gender roles outweighs protecting vulnerable members of the community, or the idea that coronavirus is just a conspiracy theory cooked up by liberals—never mind the insanity that it’s Christians’ duty to protect a president from political attacks. (On a separate note, floors aren’t particularly known to be COVID-19 transmission agents. They might get plenty of other nasty bugs that way, though.)

    Like the Trump administration’s bumbling efforts, these local responses to the current situation relate back to conceptions of truth on some level. On the one hand, while there’s a recognition of the coronavirus’ power, there’s a sense that it’s more important to preach a message of comfort or a word of judgment against the White House.

    On the other hand, there’s a denial of the reality, and a desire to demonstrate a counter-power in butch demonstrations of faith in God, or the inscrutable gnosticism of believing it to be nothing more than a liberal plot against God and country—and God and country’s designated representative, Donald Trump.

    Religious types aren’t the only offenders, either. Twitter was on fire over the weekend with sightings of young folks partying it up, apparently either in the belief that COVID-19 wouldn’t affect them, or in simple defiance of health experts:

    Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

    @AOC

    • Mar 15, 2020

    To everyone in NYC but ESPECIALLY healthy people & people under 40 (bc from what I’m observing that’s who needs to hear this again):

    PLEASE stop crowding bars, restaurants, and public spaces right now. Eat your meals at home.

    If you are healthy, you could be spreading COVID.

    Katie Williams

    @realkatiejow

    I just went to a crowded Red Robin and I’m 30.

    t was delicious, and I took my sweet time eating my meal. Because this is America. And I’ll do what I want.

    Killing Grandma to own the libs is a heck of a political stance, to be sure.

    Continuing to participate in massive boozefests seems ill-advised at best, downright irresponsible at worst. So does prompting a large congregation essentially to flip public health measures the bird.

    Yet I want to hold back at least a bit of judgment. For one thing, the nation has hardly been getting clear signals from the top on how to respond to coronavirus. Sure, there are all kinds of reminders about what to do; but then there’s a president who mutes or undermines every single message his own administration puts out.

    very abnormal three years. The craving for some kind of ordinary life is readily apparent across all kinds of social boundaries. However unfortunate their methods, people will fight to maintain homeostasis. My own family went out for dinner on Friday night, and were pleased to do so knowing that in particular service workers will need the money in coming weeks. Tomorrow our son will go to school for one last day, and I’ll keep a coffee date. Life goes on, one way or another.

    At the same time, it seems spectacularly incompatible with the declared teachings of most religions to act so recklessly when so many lives are in the balance. So I’d like to propose a variation on Pascal’s famous wager: if you act as though COVID-19 were a real menace and you turn out to be wrong, you’ve lost nothing more than a few handshakes in church. But, if you blow the threat off and it turns out to be much more dangerous than you thought, you’re potentially responsible for the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands, of people. Pascal’s countryman (and NBA star) Rudy Gobert learned this the hard way.

    Wouldn’t it be better in the eyes of your fellow citizens and whatever power you believe in to have erred on the side of caution? Or, you know, sure, don’t be a pansy. Go ahead and put the vulnerable at risk to make America great again. Super idea. And to my fellow Christians: St. Peter will no doubt be a big fan of that one at the Pearly Gates.

    Why the coronavirus could be the tipping point in reshaping the global economy 1 hour ago on March 18, 2020By Marshall Auerback, Independent Media Institute

    The coronavirus has now gone global, and economies are in freefall. The pandemic is clearly the precipitating cause of today’s crisis, but there’s an underlying disease that has been with us for a long time: neoliberal economics. Globalized travel and trade, multinational supply lines, offshoring and overly financialized economies that have prioritized banking interests, cartels and oligarchy above all else have made a large portion of our population highly vulnerable to the effects unleashed by this pandemic.

    Policymakers have a tricky task ahead of them. The virus has created a supply shock, as businesses have shut down and workers have been told to stay at home. In response, demand is plunging as a result of the lost income and the corresponding collapse in sales. That’s highly deflationary (as the bond markets are now signaling). What is required is a robust fiscal response so that workers’ incomes are protected and have adequate financial resources to get health care.

    Coronavirus is panicking Wall Street — but it’s got investors in Donald Trump’s second biggest creditor terrifiedPublished 8 hours ago on March 17, 2020By David Cay Johnston, DC Report @ Raw Story

    Shares of the little, and little known, Ladder Capital (LADR) closed Monday at $8.32 a share, down from $18 less than three weeks ago.

    Dow Jones Industrial average. Shares of Trump’s biggest creditor, the large Deutsche Bank, are down 43% in the same period.

    — but now it’s an ’emergency’Published 12 hours ago on March 17, 2020By Amanda Marcotte, Salon

    For weeks, Donald Trump clearly believed he could lie the coronavirus away. As David Leonhardt of the New York Times carefully chronicled, starting on Jan. 22, Trump began a campaign of falsehoods geared towards tricking Americans — and especially the stock market — into thinking everything was going to be fine, this epidemic was “very well under control,” that “like a miracle” the virus “will disappear” and that anyone who suggested otherwise was participating in a “hoax.” Fox News and other right-wing media, in the endless infinity symbol of conservative lies, both led and followed Trump on this, blanketing red-state America with a steady drumbeat of assertions that the “liberal media” was exaggerating the crisis to hurt Trump.

     

    The country has around 125 confirmed cases, and it’s a bit of a puzzle how the world’s second-most-populous nation, with 1.3 billion people, has seemingly remained unscathed so far.
    There could be many more cases in India than have been detected, because of the difficulties of getting tested. But it’s also possible that the country has actually managed to so far escape the worst — either because of quick and strict efforts right from the start, or another mix of factors.
    The relative calm has fueled disbelief in some quarters that the virus is even a threat. Over the weekend in Lucknow, one of India’s bigger cities, young people packed into pubs. “I am not scared. I eat, party, sleep,” said Akshay Gupta, an accountant who was bar hopping on Saturday night. “The scare is overhyped.”
    ■ The European Union has adopted a 30-day ban on non-essential travel to European countries from the rest of the world, starting a stretch of isolation like nothing in modern history outside wartime.
    ■ After suffering their worst day in decades, stocks bounced back: The S&P 500 rose about 6 percent as Washington policymakers talked up plans to try to cushion the economy.

    Coronavirus shut down Sin City, creating a potentially devastating situation for Las Vegas

    A couple walks along the nearly empty Las Vegas Strip on Thursday. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

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    Robert Klemko

    March 22, 2020 at 9:19 a.m. GMT+9

    LAS VEGAS — Don Gummerson and Josh “Pepper” Clarke left The Flamingo and sauntered alone down the sidewalk of the Strip, past locked casino doors and outdoor daiquiri machines shrouded in black trash bags, to the only restaurant serving food for a half mile in either direction: McDonald’s. The oil workers from Manitoba were in town for a wedding: Gummerson married Clarke’s stepmother at 11 a.m. Wednesday, the last nuptials at the tropical casino for the foreseeable future, a day after Nevada Gov. Steve Sisolak (D) announced a shutdown of all casinos, hotels and “nonessential” businesses in response to the rapidly moving coronavirus pandemic.

    As Clarke slung a $7 bottle of Wycliff champagne from his hip to his stubbled lips, Gummerson, in a matching black tuxedo, lamented their lonely journey through an eerily quiet Sin City.

    “That’s gonna be our wedding f—— supper,” he said. “McDonald’s.”

    The sudden closure of all Nevada casinos was an overreaction, they insisted, drawing an expletive-laced tirade about how they didn’t think Las Vegas would throw in the towel. Clarke was especially upset because he thinks the virus is really affecting only old people: “I don’t believe that this should be happening.”

    A worker updates the Fiesta Henderson Hotel & Casino marquee after all casinos were closed in Nevada as a result of the coronavirus outbreak. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    The men were among the few remaining tourists navigating the Las Vegas Strip as no one has ever seen it: nearly devoid of revelers, gamblers and street hawkers. The governor’s directive, which fell on some deaf ears around the city (including those of an 18-and-over strip club offering drive-by lap dances), became a mandate Friday afternoon. Sisolak announced that police action would be taken as a last course of action against businesses that refused to comply with measures to stem the spread of a virus in a city reliant on the opposite of social distancing.

    As casino floors fell silent — many for the first time since their construction — a desert town built on tourist traffic from around the globe boiled with anxiety. In local union headquarters, homeless shelters, around-the-block gun store lines and churches, people of all stripes braced for an uncertain future. It was almost unthinkable, this city up against the only true showstopper it has ever experienced: An insidious virus that was first detected on the other side of the world.

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    As the coronavirus forced Las Vegas to shutdown, tourists scrambled to head home

    After Nevada Gov. Steve Sisolak (D) ordered all nonessential businesses to shut down on March 18, tourists in Las Vegas were forced to cut vacations short. (Ashleigh Joplin/The Washington Post)

    Traffic on Las Vegas Boulevard has fizzled, and the continuous buzzing and beeping inside the monolithic casinos has given way to the low hum of electricity, whooshing air conditioning and 1990s pop hits played for an audience of security personnel and cleaning staff.

    The waters of the spiraling Bellagio fountains lie still, though a few of the hotel marquees remain illuminated at night, painting the sky blue, white and gold on an empty desert soundstage. A few mumbling panhandlers remained seated on Strip sidewalks. Unable or unwilling to seek alternatives in this strange new reality, they held up cardboard signs with marker-scribbled messages to a handful of people in no mood.

    “Disabled marine veteran. Homeless. Only God can save us now.”

    As a White House news briefing on the coronavirus is broadcast on a television, an employee cleans the back bar inside the now-closed Emerald Island Casino in Henderson, Nev., on Friday. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    Where are the keys?

    The shutdown has not just been unpopular with departing tourists, it also has infuriated Mayor Carolyn Goodman, who offered a stern rebuttal to the governor’s decision at a City Council meeting on Wednesday. A shutdown of this magnitude was unprecedented, she said. Neither the events of 9/11 nor the October 2017 mass shooting that took 58 lives at a music festival here had the effect of a 30-day freeze in tourism.

    “I know we, and they, cannot survive any total shutdown of the economy for any length of time beyond the immediate week or two,” Goodman said. “Please, governor, we need to be able to live our lives, support our families and, yes, keep Nevada strong, but together.”

    She called for an eight- to 10-day shutdown, shorter than what the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention says can be a two-week incubation period for the virus. Goodman’s challenge to Sisolak, which was ignored, divided many Las Vegans as it has many people across the country. What’s better? An economically crippling shutdown long enough to ensure the virus is in the past, or fewer restrictions on everyday life and the risk of widespread infection?

    “As someone in the tourism industry, I really liked what Mayor Goodman had to say, for selfish reasons,” said Tim Brooks, owner and general manager of Emerald Island Casino in Henderson. “But I don’t really know what’s realistic. Would I like to be back at work and not have these families suffer? Yes. But at what risk?”

    The Emerald Island, a single-story casino with a bar and 24-hour restaurant, is far less reliant on tourism than most casinos in the heart of Las Vegas. Think “Cheers” with slot machines. Late last week, it dawned on Brooks that the front door of his 24-hour casino hadn’t been locked since he opened the place 18 years ago. Where on earth are the keys?Anticipating a shutdown, Brooks called a locksmith on Monday and had a new lock installed. When the news came, he gave last call for the first time ever, at 11:50 p.m.

    The next day, his staff went about the unfamiliar business of closing a casino. Slot machines were emptied of cash and wiped down with disinfectant spray. Liquor bottles were capped and keg tap lines blown clear.

    Casino porter Geralyn Johnson deep-cleans video poker machines inside the Emerald Island Casino after it closed. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    Owner and general manager Tim Brooks checks a door as he surveys the closed Emerald Island Casino. Brooks had to hire a locksmith, as he has never had to lock the doors in the 18 years he has owned the business. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    A month on the shelf will mean a six-figure loss in revenue, Brooks says, and he’s keeping 20 to 30 essential staff members on board and letting go of more than 130, most of whom trickled into the Island between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. Friday to get educated on unemployment benefits.

    “We were humming right along and planning an expansion at the end of the year and to employ 50 more people,” Brooks said. “We’re hoping the state will step up to the plate and ease some of the restrictions for all the people collecting unemployment. What hurts me more than anything is that it’s affecting the livelihood of the people we know and love.”

    ‘It’s insane right now’

    Jose Triana emerged from the front desk of his health clinic Thursday afternoon at 4 p.m. to unlock the front door and tell a towering, mohawked man coughing into a blue medical mask that drive-through testing for covid-19 was over.

    “I would rather you call tomorrow. It’s insane right now,” said Triana, 29. When the man asked how long he’d have to wait to be tested, Triana’s pain and exhaustion broke through his N95 mask and medical visor. “I don’t know. I really wish we could, I really wish we could. It’s just … I can’t afford it, I can’t afford to pay my staff.”

    Sahara Urgent Care and Wellness was one of just a few clinics here offering coronavirus tests, available to people exhibiting symptoms. For three days beginning Monday, employees directed cars through a maze of traffic cones linked with white rope to a spot where technicians waited with nasal swabs. When the results were in, patients waited several hours after they were obtained to be notified if they had tested positive for the virus. Cars circled the block each day, and after more than 700 tests, the clinic limited them to appointment by phone or online.

    In hard-hit areas, testing restricted to health care workers, hospital patients

    “We’re not getting the support that we’d like,” Triana said as the man retreated to his parked car, where a woman in a mask waited in the passenger seat. “Our resources have been exhausted. Honestly, everyone that was coming in, they looked bad. We really didn’t turn away anybody.”

    Triana said he wasn’t allowed to share how many confirmed cases his clinic has reported to Clark County — which includes Las Vegas and Nevada’s second-largest city, Henderson. According to the Southern Nevada Health District, 126 positive cases of covid-19 were reported in Clark County as of Friday, with two deaths, both being people in their 60s with underlying medical conditions. But the threat of transmission is especially high compared with the rest of the country, experts said, because in the region’s more than 200 casinos, people handle chips, cash, cards, slot machines and touch screens, all in proximity to one another.

    Bertha Lopez, of Mexico, wears a face mask as she visits the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign with her family on Thursday. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    Six medical providers at five hospitals who spoke with The Washington Post said each had been inundated with patients seeking tests after exhibiting covid-19 symptoms. Such was the demand at Valley Hospital Medical Center, two nurses said, that security was concentrated in the admissions areas to deal with overflow and assist in screening. That provided an opportunity for badness: Thieves broke into five cars belonging to members of the hospital staff, and they took multiple garage door openers and registrations bearing home addresses, staff members said. The two nurses spoke on the condition of anonymity, citing a hospital rule against unauthorized contact with the media. The Las Vegas Police Department did not respond to a request for comment.

    “When I first heard about it, I thought, no, that’s gotta be fake news,” said one of the nurses. Then she saw the pictures and spoke with those whose cars were targeted. “We’re just trying to do our jobs and trying to help people, and it feels like there’s no one helping us. It just doesn’t sound real. Who attacks the people trying to help them?”

    People wait in line to enter the Briarhawk Firearms and Ammunition store in Las Vegas. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    Four miles away, at the Briarhawk Firearms and Ammunition store, more than 30 people waited in line to purchase guns and/or ammunition when the store opened at noon, mirroring a scene at multiple other gun stores here. Some customers said they were motivated by stories circulating on social media of home invasions. Three cited a specific item they had seen on Snapchat that described a home invasion in nearby Henderson, in which men apparently dressed as utility workers held a family at gunpoint and stole supplies. Many such stories and claims from around the country — many debunked — have been circulating online and on social media for days, stoking fear; the Henderson Police Department said the posting was not deemed credible and has urged people to stop spreading rumors.

    Shawna Sanders, one of the first in line when Briarhawk opened at noon Thursday, said she had heard stories of break-ins and seen videos of fights in grocery stores. When she read that someone was stabbed over supplies in another state, she figured the violence was coming to Las Vegas. She moved here four years ago from New Jersey to live with her mother, a decision she has come to regret. The single mother of two worked as a bartender until the shutdown, which caused her to be laid off. On Monday she Googled “guns for women,” then showed up at the Range 702, a local shooting venue, with an idea of which pistols she wanted to try out. She narrowed the options down to two small, light guns — a Glock 40 or a Glock 9 — both in the $400 to $600 range. “I can’t be out here trying to live life with a knife,” she said. “I need real protection.”

    Volunteers load boxes of food at an emergency food distribution site in the parking lot of the Palace Station hotel-casino in Las Vegas. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    ‘The Twilight Zone’

    Representatives from more than 130 nonprofit organizations in southern Nevada joined a United Way conference call Tuesday morning, hosted by Kyle Rahn, 60, the first female president of the United Way of Southern Nevada. Homeless shelters, meal providers, drug and alcohol treatment centers and state and local health and emergency assistance representatives joined in, aiming to take stock of resources and encouraging collaboration. Many anticipate that the shutdown of one of the nation’s largest county’s will put the people on the fringes of Las Vegas’ economy at great risk. Rahn three weeks ago set up an emergency assistance fund for the nonprofits, anticipating a shutdown.

    “It’s no longer business as usual,” Rahn told the group. “And it may never be again.”

    It’s the kind of work that can’t be done from home, so throughout the week a core group of five women came to the United Way offices every day, diligently washing their hands and maintaining social distancing while organizing a growing network of volunteers and nonprofits re-purposing themselves for a tsunami.

    One of the women on the call, Terry Ruth Lindemann, runs Family Promise of Las Vegas, a group that helps newly homeless families find temporary housing in motels and with religious organizations. Lindemann requires visitors to wash their hands upon entry. After that, parents are introduced to case workers and go through the often-painful process of explaining how they got there. Children sprawl on couches and watch Pixar DVDs in the main room; the office is packed with stacked boxes of diapers.

    She has been working 13-hour days, answering hundreds of emails. “I’m still not convinced that I’m not a star in an episode of ‘The Twilight Zone,’ ” Lindemann said.

    Clark County, she says, typically finishes each school year with about 14,000 children listed as homeless, which she estimates to mean as many as 5,000 families are living in cars or otherwise oscillating between homeless and housed. Family Promise has about 40 families on its caseload, with plans to expand to 100 in 2020 with an operating budget of $700,000 per year, a portion of which is public funds.

    Closing the Strip, she says, will create “a lot of need for food banks, for rental assistance, for motel shelter,” she said. “That means that this community is going to have to come together as we never have before, and we are beginning to respond in that way, much in the way they had to for Katrina and Sandy.”

    Maintenance workers clean the stairs for a Las Vegas Strip pedestrian overpass. (David Becker/For The Washington Post)

    As she spoke, the first housing casualties of the shutdown walked in from the street and parked on the Family Promise couch: A family of five, led by a single mother, who just last week made the pilgrimage from Utah to Las Vegas in search of work.

    Two miles east, at the Culinary Workers Union headquarters, the largest union in Las Vegas and arguably the city’s most powerful, workers called in and filled the waiting room, wondering about their paychecks while casinos and hotels sit vacant.

    “We’re negotiating that this week with casinos,” said Bethany Khan, director of communications for the culinary union. “For most workers that the culinary union represents, nothing will change. They’ll be paid throughout this. We are demanding that all employers, union and nonunion, pay their employees during the closure.”

    While some nonunion casinos did offer compensation for furloughed employees — including notoriously anti-union Las Vegas Sands owner Sheldon Adelson — most smaller casinos, hotels and small businesses that exist on the periphery of the Strip will not. And with about 40 percent of residents not being members of a union, the impact of a month-long pay freeze will be long-lasting and severe, said Rusty McAllister, executive secretary-treasurer of the Nevada State AFL-CIO,

    “If you look back at 9/11, we were one of the hardest-hit cities, and it

     took the longest for us to come back,” McAllister says. “If people are worried or people have to look at places to cut back, one of the first places they cut back is on their vacation plans. That has an immediate impact on our city. We’re one of the first to feel it and the last to come out of it when something like this happens.”

    Hair stylist Hunter Stewart collects her belongings from her work station at The Hair Lounge salon.

    For small business owners beyond the reach of the union, but no less reliant on a vibrant Las Vegas Strip, the length of the shutdown and the decisions handed down by the state and federal government may mean the difference between owning a business and not. Lisa Ortiz, owner and operator of The Hair Lounge, says the future of her business is reliant on her hair stylists paying rent at a time when none of them are working.

    “If they pay their rent, and we bounce back, I will waive some stuff and try to get everyone on their feet,” she said. “But if they don’t, it may not bounce back. It honestly depends on whether or not this lasts longer than 30 days. Everything’s up in the air right now.”

    So she’ll wait. On Thursday evening, Ortiz brought her young son to the shop to meet one of her stylists who needed to pick up supplies. She had spent the week clearing out hair products, intending to sell them via social media at cost, and securing the shop against looters: locking up mirrors and expensive salon equipment. She had seen the home invasion claim on Snapchat, too. And the salon recently experienced a break-in after hours. Tucked in her jean waistband as she buckled her toddler into a car seat was a small loaded pistol.

    “It just feels like anything can happen,” she said. “You don’t know what to believe.”

    For others, the math ahead of them portended more desperate measures. Walking the aisles of a Cardena’s grocery store, Oscar Ibarra and Judy Luis contemplated what was required to feed their 10-month-old, Catalina, pay rent and feed themselves after both lost their jobs. She was a hostess at the Grand Lux Cafe on the Strip, and he worked for a pool-builder.

    “Because of this whole shutdown, the clients don’t want us around right now, because they think someone might have it,” Ibarra said. “I have a little bit saved away, enough for the next few weeks.”

    They’ve been buying in bulk, and skipping meals. That should work for four weeks. If the shutdown lasts longer than a month, the family might have to move to Portland, where his mother lives: “Unless they tell us we don’t have to pay rent for the next month, there’s not much else we can do.”

    And while some walked grocery store aisles and performed the painful calculus of how long they might last in a Las Vegas without work, the last of the tourists who once propped up the city made their way home.

    On the Strip, crossing paths with the hungry Canadian wedding party, Matt Cross and Gio Feusi had carry-ons rolling in tow. They had been asked to leave the Cosmopolitan two nights into a three-night stay that, combined with airfare out of San Francisco, cost just $480 in an economy gripped by the virus.

    “We got out of San Francisco because things were shutting down, and it was so cheap to get here,” Cross said. Added Feusi: “We didn’t think Vegas would ever shut down.”

    In this, they were not alone.

    Inside California’s great lockdown, glimpse America’s stay-at-home future

    More than 6 million people in the Bay Area have been ordered to stay home since Tuesday, prompting empty streets, cabin fever, creativity and acts of kindness

    San Franciscans enjoy the fresh air and views along a stretch of beach at Crissy Field on Friday. (Photos by Melina Mara/The Washington Post)

    By Geoffrey A. FowlerReed AlbergottiFaiz Siddiqui

    MARCH 22, 2020

     

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    SAN FRANCISCO — Nearly a week into an unprecedented health and social experiment, more than 6 million people here are asking: Just how long can one stay at home?

    On Monday, San Francisco and five other Bay Area counties were among the first in the nation to officially order residents to stay home to slow the spread of the novel coronavirus. By penalty of law, going outside is allowed only for certain jobs, food shopping and other “essential” activity.

    Life inside low-key lockdown is a battle against boredom, isolation, anxiety and the fear of no end in sight. The region known as the heart of the tech industry is both inventing a new online reality and feeling the strains of economic inequality. As the rest of California and more states issued stay-at-home orders this weekend, the Bay Area’s lesson to the 1 in 5 Americans now affected is: This is harder than you think, but you’ll be surprised at your creativity and the kindness of neighbors.

    Tumbleweeds might as well have rolled across the Golden Gate Bridge during rush hour Friday, though cooped-up people filled nearby Crissy Field to exercise, mostly keeping a respectful distance. Boarded-up display windows for Christian Dior, Fendi and Louis Vuitton lined the city’s deserted Union Square shopping district. At 5:40 p.m., just one car was driving down the city’s windy Lombard Street.

    TV weatherman Lawrence Karnow from KRON-4 now reports the forecast from a room at home decorated with a few candles and a WiFi router. Inspired by the 2010 World Cup, fourth-grade teacher Tom Culbertson and his 16-year-old son blow vuvuzelas at 6 p.m. every evening to encourage their Palo Alto neighbors to step into the street and say hi.

    “We feel like we need to bring some kind of silliness to this as best we can,” Culbertson said.

    Everyone is learning the self-quarantine rules.

    TOP: Tom Culbertson blows a vuvuzela on Friday to encourage families to join their neighbors on Amarillo Avenue in Palo Alto, Calif. BOTTOM LEFT: Shoppers pick through fresh produce at Weirdly Farmers Market in Oakland, Calif. BOTTOM RIGHT: With help from her roommate, Pilates instructor Carley Henning streams a class from her apartment in San Francisco.

    Allowed: walking your dog, ordering takeout food and cocktails, farmers markets, biking, getting gas, using laundromats, and shopping at some liquor stores and medicinal marijuana emporiums.

    Not allowed: petting someone else’s dog, dinner parties, going to hair and nail salons, in-person yoga classes, shopping for nonessentials and even throwing Frisbees.

    “Look, I don’t make the rules, okay? That’s the department of public health,” San Francisco Mayor London Breed said in an interview, adding that she would have to do her own hair, too. “I know it’s not in our nature to not be close to one another or interactive or social when we’re around one another. But unfortunately, this is necessary for getting through this and also for saving lives.”

    So far, so good, she said. “I’m really proud of this city,” Breed said. “But this is week one. And I’m sure that in the beginning it might be a lot easier. And as time goes on, it’s going to get more challenging for people.”

    For the most part, violators aren’t being arrested, although it carries a potential misdemeanor charge. A spokesman for the San Francisco Police Department, Officer Robert Rueca, said enforcement is a “last resort” and the goal is “voluntary compliance.”

    Still, cracks appeared as the weekend approached and the weather turned sunny. Some residents were spotted holding picnics, while others reported receiving citations for going to parks. The East Bay Regional Park District said it voided some parking tickets issued Tuesday, and California’s state parks authority said it was not ticketing but was urging people to leave parks “where social distancing cannot be implemented.”

    Witness an empty San Francisco under a coronavirus ‘shelter in place’ order

    San Jose had to officially order a gun store to shut after lines started building out the door Tuesday. The Alameda County Sheriff’s Office advised Tesla to close up shop, issuing a ruling that the electric carmaker is not an “essential business” after chief executive Elon Musk had thousands of employees report to work.

    In an interview, San Jose Mayor Sam Liccardo said the Bay Area may have it relatively easy when it comes to compliance, thanks in part to a highly educated population, including many who can continue to draw a paycheck by working at home with a computer.

    “And yet even here in the largest city in Silicon Valley, we have this enormous divide with hundreds of thousands of residents facing horrific choices about how they’re going to make ends meet,” he said.

    The counties made the drastic decision to force residents to stay at home in an effort to “flatten the curve,” essentially spacing out coronavirus cases so they don’t overwhelm local medical and emergency resources and contribute to rapid community spread. It will take weeks to know whether the measures prove effective. By Sunday, there were 1,468 confirmed cases in California and at least 27 deaths, less than a month after the state reported its first case of community transmission. The Bay Area was the first part of the country to report cases spreading in the community, in Solano and Santa Clara counties.

    California Surgeon General Nadine Burke Harris said that while necessary to stop the spread of disease, the orders also have the potential to exacerbate depression, anxiety and such chronic health problems as diabetes and high blood pressure. Social connection is vital, she said, particularly for children.

    “Whether it’s virtually — phone, text, FaceTime,” she said, “I would say it’s more important than ever for our communities to stay connected.”

    [I’ve been working from home for eight days. The Netflix and quarantine life is not that chill.]

    While municipalities have published lists of rules, interpreting the orders is happening one household at a time.

    Corinne Downey, 41, of Palo Alto, said her 11-year-old son was begging to see friends in person, so she invented a new game: quarantine basketball. Each boy brought his own basketball, which only he was allowed to touch. The kids would sing “social distancing!” whenever they got too close.

    Love in the time of coronavirus requires creativity, too. Matthew Cooper, 37, proposed a first date at a park just kicking a soccer ball back-and-forth. “It feels like we can do that from a safe distance,” said Cooper, who lives in Oakland.

    The vital organs of urban life still mostly function. Trash largely gets picked up on schedule. Trains are still running, though often empty. Crime reports are down, but officials worry about a potential increase in domestic abuse. Several local jails have released prisoners early, in hopes of reducing the risk of an outbreak. San Francisco has also ceased evictions and issuing parking tickets.

    TOP: Kitchen workers take a break outside Nico’s Restaurant in quiet downtown San Francisco. BOTTOM LEFT: San Francisco residents ride an eerily quiet Bay Area Rapid Transit train on Friday. BOTTOM RIGHT: A traveler arrives to a quiet Norman Y. Mineta San Jose International Airport.

    Some residents are choosing to severely limit their activities to avoid exposure. Kimberley Gilles, 63, of Piedmont, asked on Nextdoor.com for strangers to help with grocery shopping. She got seven responses in about an hour.

    Gilles said self-quarantine has left her with a “low-grade melancholy” but given her a new appreciation for community. “One of the things we are all questioning is our ability to control everything,” the high school English teacher said. “I can control kindness. I can do that. But almost everything else is beyond my control.”

    Things have gotten especially tricky in “co-living” houses, where young professionals cram together and share the cost of exorbitant Bay Area rents. Melissa Wong, one of 14 roommates in an Oakland home, faced a weighty decision when the house collectively decided to require residents to either socially distance themselves from significant others or stay with their partners during the outbreak. Wong, 32, chose to move in with her boyfriend of a year and a half while still paying $1,650 in rent to keep her bedroom. She said she and her boyfriend had been looking for a “more celebratory context” to live with each other. Fortunately, “it’s been pretty positive,” she said. “We will get our moment to actively choose living together.”

    For many, the biggest challenge is passing time while normal life is on hold. Ashleigh Azzari, a 36-year-old manager at Anthropologie in Palo Alto, is still collecting a paycheck but can’t go to work or leave the house, except to walk the dog and grocery shop. She and her husband are trying to conceive, and even fertility treatments have taken a pause. To pass the time, she bought an unlimited annual subscription to Rosetta Stone for $99 to brush up on Italian and learn Japanese. At 6 p.m., she joins a virtual happy hour with co-workers.

    She’s also a puzzle enthusiast but has been finishing them too quickly, piecing together a 1,000-piece art deco set in a couple of hours.

    By the end of the day, “you can go through all the emotions,” she said. But it’s also been a reminder of what’s important to her. “Like hanging out with my husband. He’s a nice guy. We get along,” she said. “We are all taking a step back from how fast we were moving.”

    A worker disinfects an elevator at a BART station in San Francisco.

    Other people have had to choose between income and their health. Steve Gregg, 51, of Antioch, drives for Uber and on Friday decided to log off the app because his lungs don’t handle infection well. He’s now reliant on a side gig of writing.

    “It went from ‘I can do this’ to ‘this is Russian roulette, I’m not playing it,’” he said, describing dropping off a passenger near a hospital that triggered a panic attack. “I went home and I haven’t driven since.”

    [The webcam will see you now: Doctors urge patients to replace in-person visits with apps]

    Then there are the 28,000 Bay Area residents who have no home in which to quarantine themselves. T.J. Johnston, 53, has been living in the same San Francisco shelter since November, where he sleeps in a room with about 10 sets of bunk beds. “There’s literally another person on top of me,” he said. The city has told shelters to extend their reservations until the end of April. “I tried myself to maintain social distancing,” he said. “It is kind of difficult when you put so many people inside a confined space.”

    Some restaurants are shuttering, unable to balance high rents with a decline in customers. Others are finding unexpected ways to adapt. The Los Gatos restaurant Manresa, which boasts three Michelin stars, has closed for dinner and told its hourly employees to sign up for unemployment. But it’s now transformed into a takeout joint, offering a gourmet “family meal to go” for $35 to $59 per head. Friday’s menuincluded Japanese medai a la plancha and seasoned sushi rice along with pineapple upside-down cake.

    Ericka Wells was laid off as a waitress from Grand Lake Kitchen in Oakland on Thursday as the restaurant shut down. So the aspiring pastry chef took to Nextdoor to inform her neighbors she was officially open for business. She’s delivering 14 pastry boxes this weekend (she plans to leave them on porches in sealed plastic bags to avoid germs).

    Her business, Layers By Xanthe (her middle name), has turned into a bright spot in an otherwise dismal time, she said. “The universe just put a stop button for all of us and told us to reevaluate our lives,” she said.

    There are still moments of fear. Walking in the park or on the sidewalk — while technically allowed — prompts many passersby to swerve roughly six feet out of the way. Doctors and nurses keep going to the hospitals, where cases are starting to mount. Coronavirus testing sites have not been made public, in an effort to guard them from an overwhelming crowd.

    TOP: Pigeons gather on an otherwise empty street in San Jose. BOTTOM LEFT: Dennis Wishnie and his daughter Lauren Altbaier practice social distancing near the Embarcadero in San Francisco on Friday. BOTTOM RIGHT: A San Francisco postal worker delivers packages.

    The stay-at-home order can be especially terrifying for people with families who are feeling sick and can’t get tested. Pat Burtis, 50, a venture capitalist in Corte Madera, was coughing and had a fever of about 102 earlier in the week. He drove to an urgent-care clinic, a walk-in clinic and called his county health department, but he couldn’t get anyone to test him. So he grabbed a couple of extra masks from the hospital and has been isolating himself from his wife and 8-year-old daughter. “When I come downstairs, I am wearing a mask as much as possible and maniacally washing hands and wiping things down,” he said.

    Still, there are many silver linings. One is how technology is bringing people together in new ways, from Zoom teleconference happy hours to online play dates for closed schools.

    [It’s ‘quarantini’ time. People say cheers to video happy hours when they’re stuck at home.]

    Amanda Deering, director of operations and strategy for Mariposa Kids, an after-school program in San Francisco, sent an email to all the parents in the program with a link to a free Google Hangout, where recreation leaders and a program director host two-hour virtual programs.

    During the first session on Monday, there were plenty of kinks to iron out. Kids accidentally muted one another, and the rec leader was even silenced at one point. Things were going more smoothly by the end of the week, when staff members came up with creative ideas to keep kids engaged without just staring at the screen, including exercise classes, coloring contests and scavenger hunts in which kids find an object in their house that begins with a certain letter and then show it to the class. Students can earn “tickets” if they are well-behaved, letting everyone have a chance to speak and participate. When real-life class resumes, the tickets can be redeemed for prizes, like toys and ice cream sundaes.

    “What we would like to create for kids is a space where they’re hanging out with friends but they’re also engaged with environment,” Deering, 29, said.

    Even religion has found a home online. Cody Harris, 41, a lawyer in Mill Valley, held a virtual Jewish shabbat ceremony on Friday night with 20 other families over Zoom video conference. Attendees lit candles and sang together. “It’s just about being together and trying to bring some order and ritual and tradition into this situation,” he said.

    A few people walk the streets of San Francisco on Friday.

    Correction: Pat Burtis went to an urgent care clinic and a walk-in clinic to seek testing. An earlier version of this article incorrectly said he went to a hospital emergency room.

    Nitasha Tiku contributed to this report. Photography by Melina Mara. Video by James Pace-Cornsilk. Photo editing by Annaliese Nurnberg. Design by Audrey Valbuena.

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  • More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    I am a big fan of Haiku, Tanka, and other short poetical forms inspired by the Japanese and others.   here are some of my short poems. Some have been published, most have not.

    enjoy

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2019 Poems

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    Japanese short poetry forms

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Coffee Poems

    Cherita Poems

     

    Current Haiku

    Index

    Part One Love Poems

    I will Love you until the end of time

    I will Love you until the end of time

    That is all I need to say

    That is all that there is

    Nothing but love in my heart
    Waiting for me to say it
    And for you to believe it

    In the beginning of the world

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

    And that was the beginning
    Of my life with you
    And the end of the rest of the world

    Love Cherita -I Married the Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my dreams

    First dreamt of her
    Back in 1974

    Eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    in the spring time of 1974
    one fateful afternoon

    I was nodding off
    in my high school physics class
    And saw her in my dream

    I Looked Up

    I looked up

    and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman
    standing looking at me

    She was the most beautiful women
    in the universe to me
    I screamed out, who are you?

    She Disappeared

    She Disappeared

    like she was beamed
    away from my dream

    I knew that moment that someday
    I would meet the girl
    In the dream

     

    Little Did I Know

    Little Did I Know

    I would have to wait
    eight long years

    Until 1982
    to meet her in reality
    when she walked off that bus

    Starting that month

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream
    Month and month and month

    Always the Same Dream
    She was saying something
    in a strange language

    Then one day

    then one day

    I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea

    I Knew She Was Waiting for Me
    I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps

    Somehow knowing

    somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there
    and I looked for her there

    for three years
    I looked everywhere
    and never found her

    One Day I Had the Last Dream

    One day I had the last dream

    It happened in the morning
    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned
    to leave to return
    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That Morning Early in the Morning

    That morning early in the morning
    I had the last of these dreams

    This time I understood her
    She said,

    “걱정 마. 우리는 곧 만날 것이다. ”
    “geogjeongma. ulineun god mannal geos-ida.
    “Don’t worry.   We’ll meet soon.”

    I Was Born Again That evening

    I Was Born Again that evening

    As I was getting off the bus
    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus
    The girl in my dream
    It was she!

    I was Speechless

    I was speechless

    I did not know what to do
    Wanted to tell her

    How could I tell her that
    Hey, you are the girl
    I have been dreaming about

    Over the Course of the Evening

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times
    Finally, I was introduced to her

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor
    and got her number.

    My New Life Began the Next Day

    My new life began the next day

    The next day she came to the gate
    Of my base where I was teaching

    She said that she had to speak with me
    I told to wait in the library
    for about an hour

    I Would Cancel Class

    I would cancel class

    and meet her then
    We went out for coffee

    She told me that she was madly
    in love with me
    And simply had to have me

    I Told Her I Felt the Same Way

    I told her I felt the same way

    I proposed five days later
    And got married one month later

    Does she believe this story?
    She claims she does not believe it
    Because it is impossible to be true

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    In a past life we must have been together
    somehow our love was so strong

    That it crossed over
    the barrier of past lives
    finding me in this life

    She found me in 1974

    She Found Me In 1974

    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet

    And it has been 35 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 43 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    and I still recall the dream

    I had no choice
    when  I met her

    we were fated
    to be together
    until the end of time

    End Dream Cherita

     

    Morning Delight

    Every morning

    When I wake up
    And see your face

    The sunlight of your love
    Fills my heart with deep contentment
    And all is right with the world

    Best Love Cinquain

    Best Love
    Love at First Sight
    Met the girl of my dreams
    My life began
    that autumn day

    True Dreams

    I had a dream
    Meet the Girl of my Dreams
    She walked off that bus that day

    Truth

    Truth
    True story
    Love never ends
    Love at First Sight Love

    First Love

    First Love
    First time we kissed
    Hot Electricity
    Filled my soul with desire
    Time stopped

    Time

    Time
    Began
    That fine day
    Never Ending Love story

     First Kiss

    They say you always

    remember forever
    the first kiss of your life

    it happened to me
    back in 1967
    In Washington DC

    the first time

    I kissed a sweet girl
    I was eleven years in age

    It happened in a class project
    We were inside a fake space ship
    And shared a French kiss

    Kissing Angela in the Bar

    My first kiss
    With my lovely wife
    Occurred in evil Itaewon

    We went to a bar and drank a lot
    Started kissing asked to leave the bar

    Angela Cherita

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

    What can I do about this
    Only thing to do love you
    Until the End of Time

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you in my life
    I will love you

    For we are fated
    to be together
    From now to the end of time

    Angela  Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    To the love of my long life
    And say Thanks to God

    63 Years Young with You

    I am 63 years young

    63 years around the sun
    37 of those years

    I have spent
    With my Dream Girl
    the love of my life

    63 years Around the Sun

    63 Years around the sun

    taught me a few things
    life is too short

    to carry a grudge
    live your Life
    Love a lot

    Another Love Cinquain

    My Love
    Haunting my dreams
    endlessly talking to me
    Then walked out of the dreams
    into my Life

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear
    Wondering if you are too
    Thinking of me too

    Every Day I Wake Up

    Every day I wake up
    I see my fate in her face
    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate

    I met my late fate
    Seeing her face in a bar
    Met fate That Date

    Published Hello

    impossible Dreams

     

    (audio for impossible Dreams, impossible dreams 2, life is but a dream and I married the girl of my Dreams)

    impossible dreams
    sometimes they do come to life
    sometimes come true

    Impossible Dreams 2

    Impossible dreams
    I have had a few come true
    Dreamt of meeting wife
    And in my dream life
    She walked out of my dreaming
    Night time vision came true

    Life is but a Dream

    Life is But a Dream
    That is what they say my dear
    And I have lived dreams
    Dreaming of meeting her
    Then she walks out of the dream
    And into my arms

    Married the Girl of My
    Dreams

    true love romance story

    I married the girl of my Dreams
    First dreamt of her
    back in 1974
    Eight years later
    She walked off a bus
    and into my life

    Skinny Valentines

    Every day
    All
    Around
    Me
    I
    See
    Broken
    Hearted
    Woman
    Every lover

    Faces

    Faces of all of my ex-lovers
    All around me
    Coming at me

     

     

    Everywhere I look
    Seeing my wife’s face in the sky

    Shape of Sex

    Sexual desires
    Have a strange way about them

    Arriving unannounced
    Perhaps overwhelming at times

    Erupting out of nowhere
    Seriously disrupting my day’s plan

    GLOW

    Glowing light of the dawning sun
    Lights up my dismal room
    Overwhelming me with love
    Watching my dream girl sleep

    Angela (Acrostic poem for Whispers)

    Angela is my life
    No better friend in the universe
    Greatest Love of all
    Every Day I thank God
    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life
    Everything I ever desires
    Everything I ever needed

    On Top of the World

    on top of the world
    looking down
    on all of  creation

    beneath my feet
    Thinking
    what a wonderful world
    this is

    as long as I have you
    by my side

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself
    and death does us part

    A Message for You

    A message for you

    Love comes with the sunrise
    a message from God himself

     

    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea
    Showering love rainbows upon you

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live
    the more I learn

    that nothing endures in life
    other than the love
    I share with you

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun

    I have learned a few things
    About life and the universe

    The most important thing in life
    Is to have a successful love life
    That is all one needs after all

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there
    Watching you as you wake up
    Fills me with such sweet desire
    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come
    That old blues song come to mind
    I just want to make love to you
    I just want to make love to you
    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought
    You are still the most wonderful
    The most beautiful creature
    In the whole universe

    Love Triclinia

    One Summer Day
    I saw a rose on the bus
    I met my fate

    Angela Fills Me with Red Passion

    angela
    the love of my life
    came to me out of a dream
    walked off a bus into my life
    filling my life
    with red passion

    Thanks Haiku

    Every morning
    I wake up alive with you
    I give thanks to the Gods

    Love Hexastich

    love
    for you
    dreaming
    of you
    for years
    until you walked
    into my life

    Love Sestet

    you walked out of my dreams
    into my life that day
    the day that changed my life
    when you became my wife
    and filled my life with love
    that date I met true love

    Everything  I Could Ever Dream

    Love
    My Dove
    my dream girl
    like a white pearl
    she appeared to me
    everything she could be
    My love came to me in a dream
    she was everything I could dream

    Dreaming of You

    dreaming
    of my love
    she came in a dream
    Haunting me for eight years
    then she walked out of my dreams

    “What Dreams May Come “ from the Movie

    Meeting You

    I often think
    what would I do
    If I could go back
    and change my past

    the one thing I would still do
    is meeting you

    8 Years of Dreams

     

    Dreaming her eight years
    one day she really appeared
    walked off a bus and into life

     

    There is always one more time

    There is always one more time

    There is always a second chance
    For love and happiness

    In this dark world of ours
    We will find each other
    Til the end of time itself

    Best Friend for 55 years 

      

    I have known Robert S since the first grade
    over 55 years sharing life’s journeys
    introduced me to demon rum and weed
    Was there when I dreamt of my wife
    and there during my 14 operations

    My Memory Bank

    Matt and I met in Latin class
    in the 9th grade
    he managed my first election
    as BHS president

    He knows most of my secrets
    and reminds me of my past misdeeds
    keeping me humble and alive

    Best Friend in the Universe

    I met my best friend, my soul mate
    in a dream in high school
    eight years later she walked off a bus
    and entered my life 35 years ago
    Still, my best friend I ever had

    Published in “Whispers”

    Part Two Pain Poems

    Fake Pain Haiku version

    Fibromyalgia

    I have fake pain all day long
    Don’t know if it is real

    Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    Living with Pain Hanibun

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I needed n emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months. My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

    Ever since that day
    When I went under the knife
    And had the 14 operations

    That saved my life
    But I am not one to complain

    I became one with the pain
    Which I endure to this day

    Knowing that I am alive
    Having cheated death
    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come
    And until the, I will endure.

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends

    I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills

    Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want

    It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California
    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills
    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land
    With time on my hands
    I wander the hills above the airport
    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here
    and there Just being grateful

    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

    Coffee Poems

    Coffee Haiku

     

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

    I like my coffee
    Like my women hot
    as hell and Heaven

     

    coffee drink of the gods

     

    7-2-coffee-
    7-2-coffee-

    coffee drink of the gods
    also drink of the dogs
    satan

    Coffee Madness

    coffee
    coffee

    every morning coffee madness
    consumes me and overwhelms me
    one day coffee madness

    More Coffee

     

    too much coffee
    too much coffee

     

    More coffee
    must have more
    it consumes me

    just need one more

    Darker Poems

    Nuclear War Looms

    nuclear war looms
    North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes
    End of the world

    Zombies Apocalypse

    audio clip includes Zombie poems, and Evil Fog

    the zombies unleashed
    killing everyone they see
    zombie apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Mature Couple being attacked in their car by a hoard of zombies.

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies run amuck

     

    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends
    killing everyone at once
    end of life on earth

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors

    I believe in ghosts

    The Future of NYC

    cherita re NYC
    NYC

     

     

     

     

     

    In the distant future
    the world will end
    with a massive flood
    and NYC will slowly sink
    beneath the waves
    and humanity will die

    Fear of Falling While Sleeping

    I am consumed
    with the fear of falling
    out of bed
    onto the ground
    dying in my sleep

    Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees

    Life is a dream
    of chocolate covered trees
    for to see what can’t be seen
    for to hear what can’t be heard
    to see what can’t be seen
    to live in oder to die
    and to die in order to live

    Note: oldest poem written when I was 16! in 1972

    Spirits

    Satanic spirits all around me
    Particularly late at night
    In the middle of the night
    Rapidly erupting everywhere
    Infesting my very being
    Taking over my very soul
    Satanic demons of the night

    Freaky

    Freaky sounds fill the air
    Radio is on playing the music of the dead
    Everywhere I hear the music of my doom
    All around me I see my fate approaching me
    Keeping me awake with cosmic dread
    Yes the end time approaches

    Scorpion Nights of Passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead
    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature
    consumed with dark desires

    Looking at the Hidden Machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

    as I watched the machinery
    of creation
    creating the world anew
    every morning

    Endless Noises on TV

    endless noise on TV
    quiet on the path outside
    peace in my soul

    Dangerous Times Tanka

    In dangerous times
    we retreat to our corners
    convinced we are right
    everyone else is evil
    everyone else must die

    Dream What May Come

    Dream what may come
    Recalling past lives lived
    Every fantasy comes to life
    All night long
    More nightmares to come
    So many worlds to explore

    Fate

    Fate has a way
    Always catching up
    embrace your fate
    on this date

    Fate Endlessly dancing away
    that is what’s up
    at the end of the date

    Solage Poems

    Darkness consumes Me

    Love Madness consumes me
    whatever will be will be
    love

    Dreaming Dark Dreams

    Dreaming Dark dreams
    wondering what will become of me
    death

    War Rumors of War

    war rumors of war
    spreading everywhere war
    destruction

    Are These the End of Time

    are these the end of time
    biblical prophecies
    Hell

    Florette Poems

    Twenty Twenty

    twenty twenty
    feared by many
    reasons plenty
    feared by many
    the end times are coming

    These Strange Visions

    these strange visions
    nightmare visions
    nightmarishly real
    or is this just my fate
    to have visions galore

    howling at the Moon Florette

    howling at the moon
    the mad full moon
    filled with madness

    screaming like an escaped banshee
    pure madness

    I See the Moon Florette

    I see the blood red super blue moon
    smiling full moon

    dreaming of naked lovely
    moon maidens

    Moon over the mountains Florette

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

    the blood red super blue full moon shines
    providing mad signs

     

     

    deep in mountains
    filled with thoughts of the moon
    howling

    The Evil Moon Florette

    the evil blue super full moon
    blood red blue moon

     

     

    terrifies me
    I run consumed with hot mad desires
    mad moon cries out

    Nature Poems

    Walking on the Path

    walking on the path
    in the world peace forest
    snowing cherry trees

    the World at Peace

    the world at peace
    walking with love of my life
    all is right with me

    Falling Cherry Trees

    the falling cherry trees
    along the path of the forest
    reminds us of love

    Two Cats

    two cats walking by
    one black one one yellow one
    both alien creatures

    Birds Flying Away

    Watching the black birds
    birds flying away
    fleeing the wild cats about

    The World Peace Forrest

     

    the world peace forrest
    passes by my apartment
    every day I walk it

    Deer in the Park

    I seldom see the deer
    that live in the park near me
    they are just too shy

    Never Saw the Wild Pig

    I never saw the wild pig
    the Pig that lives in the woods
    just heard him oinking

     

     

    Korean Charcoal Saunas

    korean charcoal
    saunas are amazing
    cure for everything

    Walking In Snow

    walking in snow
    on a cold night
    winter old friend
    the world becomes so cold

    Contended Pigs

    Contended Pigs
    Increasing food costs
    Piles of rotten garbage

    Spring Time In Seoul

    Springtime In Seoul
    full of promised weather
    chase away winter

    At the Center

    at the center of
    all of reality
    a flower blossoms

    Australia and California Burning Bright

    Australia and California
    burning bright wildfires
    end of the world
    an apocalyptic
    a vision of world’s end

    26 Alphabetical Haiku

    Angela

    The Love of My Life

    A is for Angela Lee

    Love her Forever

    Breathing

    B is for breathing

    Sometimes I forget to do so

    And will pay the price 

    Charlie

    C is for Charlie

    All the Charlies in the world

    Every last one of them

    Demel

    D is for my Friend

    Demel Tucker was his name

    He died way too soon

    Evergreen 

    E is for ever green

    The Eucalyptus.  trees

    That cover the East Bay

    Friendship

    F is for friendship

    All my friends in the world

    I remember you

    Golf

    G is for golfing

    Sometime I never could do

    But always wanted

    Hotels

    H is for Hotels

    The best and the worst everywhere

    Here there and in SF

    Indians

    I is for Indians

    Indian and American

    And the Cherokees 

    Japan

    J is for Japan

    Japanese Food and Sake

    Hot Sake tonight

    Korean

    Best Korean Food

    K is for Korea

    Soju Malkali

     Latin

    L is for Latin

    The language I struggle with

    Latina lovers

    Mothers

    M for your mama

    My crazy Mother as well

    Everyone’s mothers

    Never

    N is for never

    Ever ever use the N Word

    Even amongst friends

    Ohio

    O for Ohio

    Oklahoma City too

    And Oregon

    Pennsylvania

    Pennsylvania

    Pittsburg and Phillie Cheese Steaks

    True Decadence

    Russia

    R for Russia

    The Russian gate

    Scandal de jour

    Queens

    Q is for my Queens

    My best LGBT friends

    Where ever they live

    Satanic

    S for Satanic

    I don’t believe you exist

    Powers and spells

    Turkey

    T is for Turkey

    The country and bird

    The Thanksgiving feasts

    Unwary

    U is unwary

    So Unfriendly

    So very un-cool

    Victory

    V is for victory

    V is for vegan veggies

    Very green smoothies

     Whatever

    Whatever will be

    Whoever you want to be

    Whatever  you want

     X Files

    X marks the spot here

    Burried treasures and loot

    Or just mad dreams

    Yes

    Y is for saying Yes

    Yes to everything under the sun

    And throughout the night

     Zoo

    Z is for the show Zoo

    Still haunts my every night mare

    The animals kill

    Computer Haiku

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    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_

    Damn It All to Hell

    Damn it all to Hell
    My damn computer
    Ate all my damn files

    I am Trapped

    I am still trapped
    I am still trapped
    Stuck inside my computer

    My Damn Computer

    I love my computer
    My Damn Computer
    When it works for me

    Computer On Strike

    My computer is on strike
    It refuses to work
    Usually nothing

    Computer Hates Me

    Computer hates me
    He wants to kill my files
    Wants to kill me too

    Computer Hates Me 2

    Computer hates me
    It wants to drive me insane
    Wants to kill my files

    For once I Would Like

    For once I would Like
    To have my computer work right
    Do what is should do

    Perhaps if I Am Nice

    Perhaps if I am nice
    To my computer
    It will be nice to me

    Perhaps Today It Will

    Perhaps today it will
    Not give haiku messages
    That it loves to sprout

    My Bad Computer

    My bad computer
    Is so damn evil
    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I Have

    What a Fate I have
    To become a slave to it
    To my damn computer

    I Love My Machine

    I love my machine
    My mad as a hat machine
    Bat shit crazy machine

    My dear computer

    My dear computer
    Loves to send me these love notes
    Computer haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku
    General failure reading
    Disk Drive Fata Error

    Who is General Failure

    who is general
    Failure and why is he
    reading my disk drive

    Computer Tanka

    For once in my life
    I would like my computer
    To turn on and work
    Do what it supposed to do
    Without sprouting such haiku

    I hate my computer

    I hate my computer
    It seems to hate me as well
    Just refuses to work

    Ornery son of a bitch machine

    ornery machine
    Ornery son of a bitch machine
    Driving me insane

    My computer loves Me Not at All 

    My computer loves
    me not at all it still wants
    to kill my files
    It wants to take my soul away
    turn me into its evil clone

    My bad computer

    My bad computer
    Has been infected with a virus
    Wants to kill my soul
    Transforming consuming
    Taking me inside its soul

    My mad computer

    Infected with a virus
    Everything it touches
    Corrupted by mad zombies
    Controlled by evil AI

    Revenge is mine

    Revenge is mine
    Screams the mad evil machine
    As it lurks to life
    Trying to hunt me down
    Death to all human beings

    End Computer Haiku

    I Want a Dog’s Life</h2 > I want a dog’s life
    That’s what I want in next life

    All A dog needs to be is cute
    And his master will feed him
    It is a dog’s life for me

     

    Nightmare Cinquain

    Night mares
    Endless fears all night long
    Can’t escape running from these dreams
    All night

    more Night mares

    Endless fears all night long
    Huge Monsters chasing me
    Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself
    Monsters
    Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes
    screaming bloody murder
    they chase me all the way
    I die

    Christmas Ronka

    December End of the Year
    The blues knocking at my door
    I open the door to winter
    Arctic blast freezes my cold face

    Secrets

    Secrets
    Everywhere
    Constant lies and deceit
    Revolution in the air
    Everywhere

    All around us
    There is nothing but
    Secrets

    Lion Desires

    lion
    lion

    Lion
    Wild Beast
    In
    Dark jungle

     

     

    Finally emerging to hunt
    At dawn

    Hungry
    For breakfast
    Human-meat

     

     

     

     

    looking at the hidden machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

    as I watched the machinery
    of creation
    creating the world anew
    every morning

    Jake’s Golden Shovel

    A sense of cosmic unease hangs
    coming over all of us silently
    hanging in the purple
    air that has turned crystalline
    reflecting my moods in the sky

     

    Political Rants

    The Impeachment Trial

     

    The Impeachment Trial
    overwhelms me with dread
    are we near the end

    Recently I Learned That I am Part Jewish

     

    Recently I learned that I was part Jewish
    That was long rumored in our family tree
    Never confirmed until DNA came again
    But whether my Jewish ancestors lived
    Or died in the holocaust I have not heard
    Never again will we live through that pain

    Neo Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

    trump idiot in high place
    US President Donald Trump speaks about 5G network deployment in the Roosevelt Room of the White House in Washington, DC, on April 12, 2019. (Photo by NICHOLAS KAMM / AFP) (Photo credit should read NICHOLAS KAMM/AFP/Getty Images)

    In this day and age of fake news
    And neo fascism rising yet again

    It is important to bear witness
    To the undeniable fact
    That the holocaust
    can never ever come again

    That is what we must vow every day
    Never again

     

    The Neo-Fascists Are On the March

    By their champion the man in Orange
    Whose racist mutterings have let loose
    The ranting nutty voices of the right
    Championing their god given right
    To rule and regulate all
    that they see

    Panic

    Panic attacks
    comes over come me
    always happen
    when I turn on the news

    in case
    I hear our dear leader
    constant chaos around us

    Trump

    The President of the United States
    Republican Leader of the Free world
    Uber ales nations
    Muttering insanities
    Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

    Putin

    Post Modern Leader
    Uniting all the Russians
    Triumphant against all enemies
    Including the Great Satan
    Nevertheless always living in fear

    the end

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    Rambling Man, Where is your Home?

    car
    car

    Where is my home? Where do I belong?
    I really don’t know, always moving on to another place
    Moved every other year it seems the last 45 years
    Traveled to 49 states, 45 countries, drove across the U.S. six times
    Lived in Berkeley, Yakima, Stockton, Seattle, Alexandria, DC, Oregon, Korea, Thailand, India, The Eastern Caribbean, and Spain

    Where do I belong? Where is my home?
    Neither here nor there, nowhere and everywhere
    And so is that my rambling man’s fate
    Never to really belong anywhere at all

    Dark Dangerous Thoughts

    dark dangerous thoughts
    dark dangerous thoughts

    An old man wakes up
    Confronting the dark dangerous thoughts
    The demons of the night
    That haunt his dreams
    And his life

    He looks out at the dawning sun
    And his sleeping wife
    And realizes that it will be all right

    And dismisses the demons of the night
    Back to their caves in his mind
    And he gets up
    To take the dawning day

     

    In Search of America

    Hitchhiking Tales

    hitch hikers
    hitch hikers

    When I was young and foolish
    Broke and stubborn
    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City
    Where my greyhound bus pass
    Was stolen

    The station manager
    Could have helped me
    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops
    When I grabbed my bags
    Without the stolen tags

    I said
    Go ahead
    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City
    Went to a bar
    Found I had to buy my booze
    Next door
    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too
    After a bloody Mary
    And a burger

    I walked about town
    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm
    It was time to hit the road
    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming
    Got a room shower
    Steak beer
    Using my rapidly depleted cash

    Spent 25 dollars
    Money really went far
    Back in those days

    A band of professional
    Communist agitators
    Gave me a ride
    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze
    And politics later
    Got off the road
    Slept outside

    Next day
    A beautiful woman
    Drove me to near Chicago
    In a red mustang

    Might have been
    The girl in the song
    Took it easy
    Digging her vibe

    She invited home
    But was not sure
    If her estranged husband
    Would welcome me

    So I being foolish
    And inexperienced with women
    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted
    That I had lost
    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago
    Several rides later
    Visited friends

    Hit the road again
    A series of uneventful rides
    With truckers
    And others

    And a week later
    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars
    In truck stops
    In highway rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going
    None stop talking
    And lots of free weed
    And beer
    And conversation

    One more memorable ride
    Occurred outside Albany
    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man
    Picked me up
    In a brand new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer
    For the Mafia
    Went to various places
    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people
    Particularly hippies from California
    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York
    And had never been to California
    And although I might look Jewish
    As I what was called back in the day
    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish
    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish
    But then I did not know
    And I felt a bit of strategic information
    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
    And we relaxed
    And he pulled out some weed
    And beer
    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob
    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago
    I had enough
    I called my Dad
    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home
    And he sent me a ticket
    And 500 dollars
    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him
    My tales someday
    But never did

    I learned so much
    About my fellow Americans
    And the strange vibe
    That was 1975

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally
    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

    Bus Rides In America’s Underbelly

     

    bus riding
    bus riding

    I am a bus rider
    That makes me unusual
    For a white male
    From an upper middle class family

    Our people are not bus riders
    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people
    The poor, minorities, immigrants
    People who don’t drive
    Because they are blind
    Or have a DUI

    And in my case
    I don’t drive
    Because I have bad vision
    And bad coordination
    Just never got the hang
    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me
    My wife does the driving
    But I still take the bus
    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
    As a child
    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
    Rode them long before BART came along
    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus
    But when I did so
    I was always impressed
    By the sheer diversity
    Of the bus riding property

    Hundreds of languages
    All sorts of sexual orientation
    Some were white
    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers
    Were nice enough
    Some were friendly
    And some were lost
    In their own thoughts

    And a few
    Were scary looking dudes
    With the look
    Of someone who had done time
    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus
    In Seattle as a graduate student
    A lot of fellow UW students
    And the usual immigrants
    Minorities etc

    And some white people
    Commuting

    And in DC
    Over the years
    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro
    But I got to know
    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus
    Across the country
    Several times over the years
    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton
    From Bay Area to Clear Lake
    From Bay area to NYC
    NYC to DC
    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound
    Was always an adventure
    Met a lot of interesting people
    As people on long distant bus rides
    Tend to open up and talk
    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus
    All over
    In India, in Barbados
    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses
    For many years
    Were difficult for foreign visitors
    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs
    Now in English, Chinese and Korean
    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus
    In America
    Allows one access
    To the underbelly of American society
    The poor, the marginalized
    The immigrant communities

    That many middle-class white people
    Just never see

    And for that reason
    I am glad
    That I am a bus rider

    Notes from the Author :

    Based on my experiences riding the bus all over the world from 1968 to 2018.

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    April 2019 Poem a Thon

    Index

    63 Years Haut 

    A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary 

    Springtime in Seoul 

    today just for today

    Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

     It Can’t Happen Here or Has it? 

    So Excited to Be Alive at 63 all poetry

    Trump

    It’s a Dog’s Life 

    Scorpio Passion all poetry

    Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon 

    Glow  creative talent unleashed prompt 

    Old Lady and the Genie 

    Coffee Love Hate Affair

    Coffee Blues

    Morning Thoughts

    Santa James Came to Town

    Love Chinquapin 

    Nightmare butterfly chinquapin 

    Dedication to the Women I love

    The Art of Stealing Money, anatomy of a bank scam  

    Incheon Beach   waltz wave poem

    California Burning Bright

     Shaman Prays for Humanity  

     Catching the Trump Fever

    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    President Trump, International Fire Fighter in Chief

    Licenses 

    Darker Than You Think

    Berkeley Balanced 

     Springtime in Yeongjongdo 

    Four Haiku and One Tanka

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    Walking Down the Snowing Path

    Here We Go Again

    NRA Stop Talking 

    2019 Poems

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    April 2019 Poems

    end note

     

    April 1, 63 Years Haut

    63 years old  

    taught me a few things 

    life is 

    to short

    to carry a grudge

    live and love a lot 

    April 1 A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary

    I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary

    I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary

    Wonder who she was and what she may

    Have had to do with the birth of the savior

    For I do not believe that story today

    or any day for that matter I can not  leave 

    these thoughts that hang in the air 

    thinking that she must have been with men

    and will be with them again

    April 1, Today Just for Today

    today just for today

    I plan to do nothing

    nothing at all

    just go with the flow

    of the day

    as the day turns into night

    and the night turns into sleep

    I will ride the wave 

    along with my love

    until the day is done

    April 2 Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

    an agnostic dyslectic

    stays up all night

    wondering if there is a dog

    the Buddhists wonder

    about the Buddha nature of the dog

    the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog

    and you must follow their dog

    or go to hell

    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

    there is only one dog

    and the dogs

    smile at the foolishness

    of the human race

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners

    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

    April 2 It Can’t Happen Here or Can It?

    Every day when I watch TV

    I see the chattering classes

    The TV pundits

    And their guests

    Pontificate about this and that 

    And it seems to me 

    That they are missing the big picture

    In the era of Donald Trump

    Nothing that they say

    Will make a difference

    Donald Trump has slowly conquered

    The political world

    And he is shaping it into something

    That we had hoped we would never see

    A truly American neo-fascist state

    Wrapped around the flag

    And so-called Christian values

    And the latest made up outrage 

    And the chattering classes

    Don’t seem to understand

    That they are next 

    On the hit parade

    As the Donald Trump machinery

    Continues to take over the known universe

    The question used to be

    It can’t happen here

    The answer I am afraid 

    Is already has 

    April 3 So Excited to Be Alive

    I wake up

    with the dawning sun

    so excited

    to be alive

    at age 63

    I look at my sleeping beauty

    and realize yet again

    my life began

    the day I met her

    37 years ago

    she walked off a bus

    out of my dreams

    and into my life

    and my life began

    that autumn day

    when I met 

    the girl of my dreams

    April 4th Trump

    Triumphed against all enemies

    Remaining unvanquished

    Uniting all who oppose him 

    Might makes right 

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader 

    April 4th I Want a Dog’s Life

    I want a dog’s life 

    That’s what I want in next life

    A dog needs to be cute

    And his master will feed him 

    It is a dog’s life for me 

    April 4th Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon

    as the lunatic light of the blood red moon

    the super blue moon lights up the night

    the werewolf stirs

    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature 

    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world, 

    he emerges

    snarling 

    howling at the moon 

    just another unhinged 

    werewolf

    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    April 4th Scorpion Nights of Passion

    Born in October 

    Scorpion Passionate fool

    Always taking the lead 

    consumed with dark desires 

    is this Scorpio buddha nature

    consumed with dark desires 

    April 5th GLOW

    Glowing light of the dawning sun

     Lights up my dismal room 

     Overwhelming me with love 

     Watching my dream girl sleep  

    April 6th The Old Lady and the Genie

    An old Chinese woman

    Stands in a field 

    On the lunatic edge of town

    Where drinkers gather to drink

    And woman of ill repute

    Play their games

    With the passing drunks

    Men ready for a night of passion

    She is holding a tea pot

    And proclaims 

    That the pot contains 

    A genie

    That will grant the new owner

    Three wishes

    She had to sell the pot

    Because her wishes came true

    And she smiles

    And laughs insanely

    The laughter dies

    And she implores people

    To buy her tea pot

    And put her out of misery

    Just buy my pot

    And your dreams will come true

    Be careful dear thought

    Remember all magic

    Comes with a price

    A terrible price 

    April 6th Back of the Bus

    Many years ago

    When I was a foolish young man

    I took a greyhound bus trip

    Just to see the country

    I was trapped 

    In the back of the bus

    Where the young 

    And restless souls

    Gathered together

    And drank illegally

    And smoked weed 

    Also illegally

    We stayed there 

    Until Winnemucca

    Where I got off 

    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    And I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    April 6th The Messenger Dog of God

    One day

    While studying in Rome

    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog

    Staring at me

    He glances at me

    Indicating that I am to follow him

    I get up

    And follow this strange dog

    He leads me deep 

    Inside the hidden depths 

    Of the Vatican

    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door

    And see St Peter there

    He smiles 

    Dismisses the dog

    Who moves on down the hall

    Finished with his cosmic duty

    As the secret messenger of God

    All in a days work 

    I ask why am I here?

    St Peter says

    Why are any of us here?

    It is time for you to go

    But I don’t want to go

    Don’t want to leave this mortal plane

    St Peter smiles

    Says it is time to go 

    I wake up

    Back in my bed

    With my wife

    And realize it was all a dream 

    It was not yet time

    To go

    But I am afraid

    I will find the messenger dog

    Outside my door

    Any day now

    The grim reaper waits

    And it will soon be my time

    April 6 Coffee Love Hate Affair

    I love coffee 

    Always have

    Always will

    But I have a love hate affair

    With coffee

    Love it when it gets me up

    Flying high in the sky

    As the sun comes over

    Filling with hope

    And anticipation

    As I conquer the day’s

    Daunting tasks

    With a little help

    From my drug of choice

    But coffee turns on me

    Late in the day

    And I can’t not sleep

    As the coffee burns

    In my soul

    And I toss and turn

    And sleep no more

    Coffee does that to me

    And so, I am reduced 

    To drinking decaf coffee

    Not the same thing at all

    But that is all I can handle

    As I am a coffee addict 

    And always will be 

    April 6 Coffee Blues

    Coffee is my drug of choice

    Always has been

    Ever since I first tried

    As a young lad

    Loved coffee’s power

    To speed up my synaptic nerves

    Turning me on

    Keeping me going and going and going

    But there is a dark side to everything

    And coffee is a drug

    And it will take you 

    Where it wants to go

    Enslaving you 

    Making you its victim

    As it toys with you

    Messes with you

    Prevents you from sleeping

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    It demands respect

    As you fall under it seductive powers

    Slave again 

    To the drug of choice

    Just another over caffeinated

    Coffee addict

    Stumbling along the street

    Looking for a fix

    At six in the morning

    As the coffee wears off

    And you finally 

    Can get some sleep

    Until the alarm 

    Blasts you away

    And you reach out 

    Trembling for you fix

    Coffee you scream out

    I need coffee

    The universe laughs

    As you get your coffee high

    Just another pathetic coffee junkie

    When all is said and done

    April 7th Morning Thoughts

    Every morning I wake up

    And see the love of my life

    Sleeping soundly

    In our bed

    The sun fills my room

    And I get up

    To do my morning routine

    Just marveling at the sight

    And as I do my thing

    I am drawn back to bed

    Just to look 

    At this strange creature

    That captured my heart

    So many years ago

    And I wonder yet again

    At the mystery of our love

    How and why 

    Did the universe bring us together

    Where did she come from

    And why did she summoned me 

    I have no answers

    Our love transcended

    The barriers of time 

    And space

    And somehow 

    We found each other

    And will be together

    Until the death of time

    April 8  Lucky Numbers Blues 

    There are many gambler’s fallacies

    the statisticians say 

    each roll of the roulette table

    is an independent event

    Yet the gamblers believe

    that if for example

    there were ten red numbers

    in a row

    that the next one should be black

    right

    A statistician in the U,K.

    decided to prove

    that the gamblers

    were all delusional

    in insisting that there were patterns

    in the endless spin of the wheel

    and that it was more of a curve

    that the noise of random numbers 

    after thousands of spins

    recorded on a computer

    the pattern was clear

    there was a bell shape curve

    with an upswing 

    and a downswing to the data

    an early experiment 

    in chaos theory

    but with a practical application

    if you are on a winning curve

    keep going until the curve

    turns into a losing curve

    then walk away

    and you might be a winner

    according to science

    but they have yet 

    to be able to prove/disprove

     

    that lucky numbers exist 

    for you and me

    mine was always 32

    and when it pops

    I swore that my lucky number

    came up 

    just a fluke 

    according to science

    another iron clad rule

    the regression to the mean

    the curve may go up 

    and may go down 

    but in the end 

    it regresses to the mean 

    and that means

    the house always win

    Anatomy of a legal Bank Scam 

    Not too long ago

    One trusted the banks

    And the government

     

    With your money,

    your stocks

    Your investments

    Your financial life

     

    Then the states discovered

    That if you claim

    Because you did not look at your account

    Or perform an activity

     

    They can send it to the State

    Where it goes

    into the lost property division

    And the State can sell your assets

     

    The banks are required to notify you

    they never send you a letter

    They falsely claim

    They don’t have your address

     

    Yet three months

    before they had sent you a statement

    which did not bounce

     

    so you received it

    three months later

    without your knowledge or permission,

     

    the bank declares

    your property has been abandoned

    violating their own rules

    they have to wait three years

    of no “activity”

     

    but they send it in after 15 months

    why ?

    because they can

     

    because you are nothing to them

    but small cash they can steel

    Then the State sends you

    An official-looking letter

    That screams fraud

    You call the Bank Fraud’s office

     

    They claim

    It was a bogus letter

    Your account is just fine

    And you do nothing

     

    Until the banks confirm

    Oh yes we sent your funds

    To the state

    As per our strict rules

     

    They did nothing wrong

    You see

    Did not know how to contact you

    They falsely claim

     

    The state tells you file

    A claim

    and because the amount is relatively small

    no lawyer will help you

     

    and the banks

    will laugh at you

    for trusting them

    to do the right thing

     

    the true bank robbers

    are the banks

    and the crooked states

    working in cahoots

     

    who love to steal

    your money

    because well they can

    and they  just did

     

    caveat emptor

    my friends

    the banks are not your friend

    they will rip you off

     

    with endless nonsensical fees

    and rules

    and red tape

    and blame you for complaining

     

    eventually, you may recover

    your funds

    After a long fight

    perhaps not

     

    welcome to American banking world

    where financial crime

    is not a crime

    in the land of the no longer free

     

    Jake Aller

    one of your millions of customers

    you screwed over

    Ugh

    April 9 Love Chinquapin

    My Love

    Haunting my dreams

    Nightly talking to me 

    Then walked out of the dreams into 

    my Life

    April 10th Nightmare Butterfly Chinquapin

    Night mares

    Endless fears all night long

    Huge Monsters chasing me

    Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself

    Monsters

    Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes

    screaming bloody murder

    they chase me all the way

    I die

    April 10  Nightmare Chinquapin

    Night mares 

    Endless fears all night long 

    Can’t escape running from these dreams

    All night  

    April 11 Dedication Poem to the women in my Dreams

    Dedicated to the woman of my Dreams

    women

    lives in my dreams

    I dedicate this poem

    You came out of my nightly dreams 

    My Love

    My Love

    I dreamt of you 

    For eight long years starting 

    Dream of you in 79 met in

    82

    82

    We met in that year

    Love at first sight I knew

    You were the one for me my dream girl

    My Love

    The Art of Stealing Money –Anatomy of a Bank Scam

    The bankers 

    God rest their evil souls

    Have mastered the art

    Of stealing 

    Their client’s money

    Through one means or another

    Your money

    Is their money

    And their money 

    Is none of your business

    Recently we fell victim 

    To such a scam

    We had stocks in a bank

    But we failed 

    To actively manage the account

    And the bank said 

    Because we had not acted

    On the account 

    Over three years 

    We had abandoned the account

    We fell victim 

    to such a scam 

    The bank 

    was supposed to

    To contact us

    But they lied, 

    claimed

    That they did not know

    Where we were

    And could not contact us

    Thus, our account 

    disappeared 

    Into the hands 

    Of the greedy 

    State of Delaware

    We have to reclaim

    The money

    That the bank

    Through their mistake

    Sent to Delaware

    If the bank 

    makes a mistake

    You loose

    If you make a mistake

    They win

    That’s all part of the art

    Of stealing your money

    All in a day’s work

    For the evil soul sucking bankers

    The so called masters of the universe

    Incheon Beach Waltz Wave Poem 

    beach

    near home

    now

    sun set

    The West Sea

    Incheon

    sea

    Spring Time

    night sun set

    over the sea 

    Sun goes down 

    near by 

    beach

    water 

    waves come in

    over beach

    view 

    is great

    nice

    California Burning Bright

    California

    burning bright wildfires
    end of the world
    an apocalyptic
    a vision of world’s end

    April 15, 2019  Prayers for the Future of the Planet 

    A shaman priestess

    Is deep in thought 

    Engaged in Meditation 

    on the fate 

    Of the earth 

    She is deep in the cosmic woods

    In the world between worlds

    Where she is communing

    With the spirits of the universe

    Who listen to her tale of woe

    She tells them 

    Of the rise of the neo fascists

    And the refusal to address

    The possible end of the world

    Due to run away climate change

    She prays and prays

    And finally

    She receives an answer

    More a prediction

    It is all up to humans 

    She has two visions

    Of a possible future

    Two contrasting visions

    One a dystopian nightmare

    The other an optimistic vision 

    The first 

    The neo fascists

    Seize control

    And usher in a dystopian nightmare

    That ends with utter destruction

    Nuclear war

    Nuclear winter

    Ends climate change

    As civilization ends

    And mankind retreat to caves

    And it happens

    In a blink of an eye

    In less than five years

    The world will end 

    Game over civilization ends 

    The second vision

    The optimistic vision

    Humanity wakes up

    From their collective night mare

    Throws off the neo-fascist cabal

    And begin to change the world

    Making the economy works 

    For all of us

    Not just the corrupt 1 percent

    The so-called masters of the Universe

    They are overthrown

    In a people’s power revolution

    All over the world

    People wake up

    Demand change

    And slowly the world

    Begins to recover

    And overcome 

    The dark hours

    Of the present age

    The shaman priestess

    Returns home

    To spread the word

    It up to us

    To choose our fate

    The end is indeed near

    It is darker than you think

    But it is not over yet

    If we choose the path

    Of the cosmic light

    And overthrow

    The neo fascist cabal

    And restore democracy

    And peace will break out

    And all will end well

    If not

    Well she says

    You have been warned

    The universe has spoken

    So, mote it be

    April 16, 2019

    Why do all fake Natives call themselves “Cherokees”?

    Erasure Poem 

    So many fake Indians these days

    Elizabeth Warren is one

    And according to my DNA results

    I am too

    But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims

    And they disappeared into the hills 

    She claims

    Is the DNA test wrong?

    Was I adopted ?

    Or is it possible

    That I am a real deal

    A real Cherokee

    Or am I fake Cherokee???

    A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

    First, I would never call them “fake Natives”. 

    They are 99% white,

     mostly Blue-collar, and New Age Hippie,

     Anglo-Americans 

    who are simply 

    lost without their own specific identity 

    that they can proudly Claim, 

    so therefore,

     they search for a certain Popular,

     Romanticized segment of Indigenous People 

    that will “fit” 

    into their Family’s historical Lore.

    Second, it just happens to ALWAYS be … 

    the Cherokee … 

    sometimes, 

    either Blackfoot or Lakota.

    AND, “My GGM was a Cherokee Princess”,

     as an add-on VALUE.

    This is primarily

     because of the vast area 

    formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.

     However, the tribes’ interaction 

    with European immigrants since colonial times, 

    led to a great deal of intermarriage 

    with non-indigenous populations.

    In many cases people have limited knowledge 

    of the other Native American nations, 

    that inhabited the areas in which they live. 

    However, a lot of this is wishful thinking, 

    and these people have African American 

    or other non-European ancestry.

    It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry , 

    in an attempt to legitimize t

    Their sense of belonging on our lands.

    The reason is simple,

     they don’t know the names of the other tribes.

    There has never been a song called 

    “Indian Reservation” about Apache People

     or any other tribe but, the Cherokee.

    “Indian Reservation” 

    by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

    So if those people aren’t Cherokee 

    by blood at least it’s in spirit.

    And so I conclude

    I may be part Cherokee

    Part of the lost tribe

    Of the Cherokee

    But who really knows 

    My mother took many things

    With her to the grave

    Lots of family secrets

    Things I will never know

    But in my heart

    I know

    That I am part Cherokee

    And so I will proudly 

    Claim I am part Cherokee

    In spirt 

    If not in blood

    Catching the Trump Madness

    It seems that every day

    The trump madness deepens

    As our leader descends 

    Into dementia and madness

    And his followers continue 

    To follow having drunk the Kool aide

    They don’t see the madness 

    That Trump has engendered

    They are immune from all criticism

    It is all fake news to them

    Nothing but nonsense

    Part of the anti-Trump cabal

    And as the world descends 

    Into more madness

    Led by the mad king 

    I despair

    Wondering if and when

    The world will wake up

    And shake off this madness

    This trump fever

    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    The Trump madness deepens

    And the world grows darker

    The evil ones have been released

    The wild things are growling

    The dogs of war

    Satan’s hell hounds

    Are on the loose

    Howling at the moon

    Running amuck

    Infecting us all

    With their madness

    As we all turn into mindless zombies

    Filled with hatred

    Jealousy and insanity

    As Trump and his neo-fascist

    Cabal unleash the monsters

    Of their dangerous id

    Devouring all reason

    Turning all they see

    Into raving lunatics

    As they set the world on fire

    Ushering in the ends of days

    Armageddon looms

    Will Trump be raptured away?

    Only God knows

    And he is not telling

    As we descend 

    Into the maelstrom 

    Hoping against hope

    That we can overcome

    The monsters 

    That Trump has unleashed

    In the end 

    Perhaps it does not matter

    As the world careens

    Deeper into hell

    There is no end 

    Nothing but despair

    Forever and ever

    The Trump madness never ends

    President Trump International Fire Fighter in Chief?

    Our dear leader

    Our favorite President

    President Trump

    Once again

    Interjected himself

    Into areas that he knows nothing about

    Making a fool of himself 

    In the process

    Why does he do this?

    Time after time

    Talking nonsense

    It is because

    He is the smartest man

    In the universe

    Knows more than anyone else

    And so he feels

    He has to comment

    On everything

    Under the sun

    And then some more

    Even when he 

    Does not know 

    What he is talking about

    So painful to watch such a fool

    Mark Twain had sage advice

    If you want people to think 

    You are a fool

    Open your mouth 

    and remove all doubt

    In the midst 

    Of the devastating Paris Norte Dame Fire

    He tweeted 

    “So horrible to watch the massive fire 

    at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

    “Perhaps flying water tankers 

    could be used to put it out. 

    Must act quickly!”

    Later, Mr. Obvious noted, 

    They’re having a terrible, 

    terrible fire,” 

    Mr Trump later told reporters. 

    “It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”

    The French were not amused

    By the unwanted advice

    By the fire fighter in chief 

    France’s civil defense agency, 

    Sécurité Civile, tweeted — 

    once in French 

    and once in English 

    — less than two hours after Mr Trump 

    sent his tweet 

    and appeared 

    to directly respond to the US president.

    “Helicopter or aeroplane, 

    the weight of the water 

    and the intensity of the drop 

    at low altitude 

    could indeed weaken 

    the structure of Notre Dame 

    and result in collateral damage 

    to the buildings in the vicinity,” 

    the agency wrote in French.

    And despite never posting updates in English, 

    the agency then sent out a second tweet.

    Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.

    — Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice 

    To the Fire Fighter in chief

    When California burned 

    you did not seem to be a fire expert.

     Please, shut up. 

    It is a tragic moment 

    for the cultural heritage of humanity.

    Licenses

    Bankers have a license to steal

    money from their clients 

    if you make a mistake

    the bank can steal your money

    as part of their banking license

    Governments have a license

    to steal money from the public

    its is called taxation

    or confiscation 

    It seems that police these days

    have a license 

    to kill unarmed brown people

    but only brown people

    and the president 

    has a license to lie

    as he lies all the time

    just because he can

    and I have the ultimate license

    the poetic license

    to write these verses

    to enlighten the masses

    Balanced in Berkeley

    Born in Berkeley, California

    a product of the wild 70’s

    just a lost white brother 

    hanging about 

    downtown 

    brothers

    can you hang about  

    listen to me  lover

    wildness left from the 60’des 

    want to fly away from California  

    brothers

    leave the 60’s

    ride away my lover 

    can you dig that without a doubt

    born in Berkeley, California 

    It is Darker Than You Think

    It is darker than you think

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school
    is talking to young people

    She tells them
    that it is darker
    than they think
    the end times approach

    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending
    and is warning them
    of what is to come

    She is following
    the dark master
    of the universe
    waiting for the end

    and she is afraid
    she sees the world
    the end of things
    the end of life

    She is afraid
    she tells her students
    to boldly face
    the coming end

    Spring Time Sketch in Youngjongdo, Korea

    In the early morning dawn

    I like to go for a walk

    Down among the cherry trees

    And flowering plants

    Just to welcome

    Another fine spring day

    As the sun comes up

    Dispelling my dismal mood

    And filling me 

    With love

    Hope and peace

    As I walk the path

    Of the world peace forest

    Near my island home

    Near the chaos of the airport

    Through the forest

    and over the mountain

    breathing the spring time air

    alive filled with life

    and I think to myself

    this moment 

    is the moment

    that I am meant to experience

    life itself

    and nothing more

    nothing less

    Just breath in life 

    Four Haiku

    walking on the path
    in the world peace forest
    snowing cherry trees

    the world at peace
    walking with love of my life
    all is right with me

    the falling cherry trees
    along the path of the forest
    reminds us of love

    endless noise on TV
    quiet on the path outside
    peace in my soul

    Dangerous Times Tanka

    in dangerous times
    we retreat to our corners
    convinced we are right
    everyone else is evil
    everyone else must die

    Hidden Jewels in Seoul

    In Seoul

    A vibrant thriving city

    Of a million stories

    Of a million tales 

    There are hidden jewels

    All around the city

     

    The city is laced 

    With secret mountain paths

    Only the locals know 

     

    Where these paths go

    As the mountain paths

    Criss cross the city

     

    Every neighborhood

    Has their mountain

     

    At the top

    Lies the exercise equipment

    And old men and woman

     

    Perhaps the guardian angels

    Of the mountain

     

    Mountain spirits 

    Stand guard 

    At the top of the mountain

     

    Looking down 

    At the teaming masses

     

    Old men and woman

    Walk about 

    In the trails

     

    High in the mountains

    The city is also laced

    With canals and stream beds

     

    Everywhere you wander

    You are not far from water ways

     

    The secret trails cover the city

    Yet the city does not seem 

    To know how to promote

     

    These wondrous trails

    Yes, the city of Seoul

    Is filled with hidden treasures

    Hidden gems

    Deep in the mountains 

     

    As I walk in the hills

    Lost in thought

     

    The cherry trees 

    Snowing all around

     

    I reflect again

    On the hidden gems

    The hidden trails

    The hidden treasure of Seoul 

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    I am living a lonely life

    Exiled from my home land

    A stranger in a strange land 

    Far from where I grew up 

    Searching for what I lost 

    Just an exiled poet

    Wandering the mountains

    Deep in thought

    Wondering what 

    Adventures wait me 

    As I wander the mountain paths

    Wandering here and there 

    Just searching for my lost life

    Wondering where my life 

    Has gone so terribly wrong 

    And why I am on this path 

    I see on the mountain path

    A secret climbing cave

    And I enter the cave

    Hoping to find

    A portal 

    Back to my lost world

    To my lost time

    To the beginning

    Of my journal

    The beginning

    Of my long exile 

    But I can’t find 

    My way back

    And am soon lost 

    And so I become

    A ghost like figure

    A lost soul of the damn

    Doomed to wander 

    The world 

    Wandering the mountains

    Lost in dark thoughts 

    Forever exiled

    From my love 

    Walking Down the Frozen White Path

    walking down the frozen white path

    as the evening starts to falls 

    as I walk in the snow and talk

    listening to the bird calls

    filling the air with the music of Bach 

    I find myself getting lost 

    as I continue my lonely walk

    death waits heading to the end of time 

    As I walk the snowing cold path

    the dark evil evening continues to fall

    the very stars are on the war path

    lightening the up air as they fall 

    littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl

    as the dying sun sets into the dark night 

    I come upon an ancient ruined wall 

    No one around as the end time approaches 

    I continue my lonely dismal walk 

    Rushing towards the end of time

    no more time for mere talk 

    death waits heading to the end of time

    Here We Go Again

    In a few short months
    The political silly season
    Will be upon us

    As the nation
    And world
    Prepares to choose

    The next leader
    Of these disunited States
    Of America

    Will the people
    Wake up
    And toss

    The boy child president
    Out on his proverbial butt?

    Will sanity prevail
    And reason return
    To the body politic?

    One can only hope
    But I fear
    That the Trumpmeister

    And the dark shadow figures
    Behind him

    Have many cards
    Up their proverbial sleeves

    And they know
    That the game is rigged
    They know how it is played
    And they know

    Where the bodies are buried
    For they buried the bodies

    And are prepared
    To do
    Whatever it takes

    To ensure
    Their buddy

    Their clown show
    Enabler

    Will be reelected
    So that they can continue
    To rape, and pillage
    The earth

    Making gazzilions
    Of dollars
    As the world burns
    And civilization grinds
    To a halt

    They will find a way
    To escape
    They are the ultimate survivors
    After all

    And they never
    Get voted off the island
    Because they own the island
    The TV station
    And everyone’s soul

    And so, here we go again
    And again

    Until the end of time itself
    A constant battle

    Against the dark evil forces
    Conspiring against common good

    To them
    We are just cogs
    In the machinery
    Mere inputs

    They don’t care
    About you or me
    All they care about
    Is how much they
    Money they can make
    Off of you

    Strap in
    Here we go again
    The ride will get bumpy
    Before it is all over

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    Another day
    Another mass shooting
    Another incident
    of domestic terrorism

    another gun man
    killing people
    because just because

    The NRA
    And their stooges
    Come out

    Flood the airways
    With their noxious
    Poisionous weasel words

    The NRA says
    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather

    You can’t control them
    You can’t predict them
    And you can’t prevent them
    Just have to accept it
    It is all god’s will

    Guns don’t kill people
    If guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone

    An armed society they say
    Is a polite society

    Support for gun control
    Is socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense
    The beginning of tyranny

    If only the Jews had guns
    The holocaust would not have happened

    Jesus would want us all to be armed
    with machine guns
    To protect us against the evil doers

    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evil doers
    With heavy arms

    In America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all
    About the mass carnage

    Unleashed by madmen with guns
    Who walk among us
    Searching for their next victims

    Any restriction of the right
    To bear arms
    Is tyranny at its worst
    The nanny state run amuck

    Talking about gun control
    After a tragic event
    Is just not the appropriate time

    We need prayers
    And meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

    banning military style assault weapons
    restricts my right to blow
    away Bambi the deer with a M16

    in the end
    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking

    preventing anything
    from being done

    and we will have another
    Mass shooting event
    Before the day is out

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA
    And their stooges

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution
    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking

    And let the rest
    Of us
    Figure out

    How to stop
    The madness in the streets
    And stop the carnage

    So NRA

    Please
    just
    stop
    talking
    Now

    The End

    April 2017 Poem A Thon  – available on my web page only, with audio and photo clips

    2017 April Poems

    Index

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagon tire, Oregon 
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War 
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haiku 
    18. April 18 Coffee Haiku
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon 
    20. April 19 Cats 
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man 
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat 
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful 
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues
    30. April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

    April 2018 Poem a Thon  – available on web page with audio and photo clips

    April 2018 Poems

    Index

    April 01  Thank God For Angela 

    April 02, 2018  Angela Haiku 

    April 03, 2018  2007 How Much I Despise You 

    April 03 Trump’s Wall Against Reason 

    April 04  It Has been Done Before 

    April 05  Walls Divide Us  

    April 06 Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall 

    April 07   Angela Lee  

    April 08  Trump

    April 09 Trump 

    April 10 Haiku

    April 11 Hiking in the Spring time Snow 

    April 12  Learning I am Part Jewish 

    April 13 There is Nothing More to be Said

    April 14  Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun 

    April 15 Living with Pain Hanibun

    April 16  Five Signs of the Apocalypse 

    April 17  Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea 

    April 18  The General Unleashes the Kraken 

    April 19  Plead to the Computer Gods 

    April 20  Number of the Beast  

    April 21  The Neo-Fascists are Let loose 

    April 22  Life In Between 

    April 23  the Light Will Prevail April 

    April 24 April 19   Samonka for Angela 

    April 25  62 Years Young 

    April 26  Married Girl of My Dreams  

    April 27  The Darkness Grows  

    April 28 It was God’s Will They Say 

    April 29  Looking Out My Window 

    April 30 In Search of America – Hitching the USA in 1975 

    April 01  Thank God For Angela

    the end

  • Solving the Homeless Crisis

    Solving the Homeless Crisis

    Broken Down Souls, Solving the Homeless Crisis    

    Solving the Homeless Problem  

    The homeless crisis in the United States has gotten
    out of control. Something must be done I’m both the federal state and local levels to solve the problem of homelessness in the United States. The private sector, especially large employers, the tech sector, the universities, and the NGO sector must be involved as well. This must must be made a top priority of the Federal and state governments to end the scourge of homelessness once and for all recognizing that housing is a basic human right and no one in America will be allowed to live on the streets anymore. Here are my proposals. I would call upon the Department of Housing to take the lead by convening a national convention on the Housing Crisis with follow-up legislation and action by the Federal government, in cooperation with State, Local governments and the private sector.

    There’re four elements  to my proposal

    There must be a lot more housing built, mostly Multi family units, old-style boarding houses and single family residence hotels I’ve departed that picture as well including Group housing, and temporary housing for the chronic homeless should be set up knees tent cities would provide employment Basic medical care training and assistance to transition the residents into more permanent housing solutions.

    Housing is a Basic human Right

    One of the key elements of the proposal is the recognition that housing is a basic human right, no one and no one Will be allowed to live on the streets. If someone cannot afford housing today would be a sign to the homeless camps and this would be mandatory.

    I know that this part of the proposal will be controversial from a civil liberty point of view, but I feel it is essential to solve the homeless  problem.   It is simply unacceptable then in the richest country in the world are being forced to live on the streets.

    To pay for new housing and the the shelter system, a modest increase and income taxes is warranted.  Most of the cost of running the shelters an expansion of housing should be done to the federal government.

    As part of the solution, housing vouchers should be provided to people who are earning less than I hundred 200 of the poverty line so that they could afford to rent housing.

    More housing Must Be Build 

    There must be a lot more housing built everyhere, and most of them must be built along transit lines, and most must be multi family unit facilities. The era of single-family homes Will have to come to and end.  As part of this it must be made easier to convert single-family homes in the multifamily units, so call granny flat must be made available everywhere, short term housing must be regulated and made part of the pictures well.

    Changes to Zoning, Smart Growth Policies

    Local zoning laws that restrict housing in the residential areas only need to be revised, the goal should be mixed use development everywhere.  Large buildings should consist of apartment offices and retail,  smaller scale developments must include offices and retail as well.  The goal should be a cityscape something similar to develop to the development any station where most housing is multi use buildings and everyone is within walking distance of offices retail and transit.  Metropolitan governments need to have a regional planning office to coordinate new housing we develop mental housing retail commercial development an improved access to transit. Developers Will be giving incentives to build most housing at market value or below market value housing.

    In California in other states that have similar restrictions, prop 13 and other property tax restrictions must be revised to encourage courage people to sell properties or renovate properties. Similarly zoning laws must be changed to encourage housing development, and mixed use development, and smart growth policies. The era when developers build housing far from transportation systems without any coordination with local government or planning must end.

    Boarding Houses , Dormitories, other Group Housing and SOH’s need to be revived

    As part of the housing problem, boarding houses,  Group houses, dormitories for corporate workers, government workers including fire fighters, police and teachers, and university students on site need to be part of that package as well. inexpensive  single occupancy hotels must be part of the package with the recognition that Half the population will end up living in these group housing arrangements.  Very few people Will live in single-family homes anymore, most people will live in need of poop housing for apartment buildings, although there will be still people living in single-family homes and that is fine.

    temporary housing camps including a revival of the Civilian Conservation Camp need to be part of the Proposal

    Homeless tent camps should be legalized and located and areas near downtown.   The camps must be located along transit lines.  Anyone who needs a place to stay would be given a cot in a four man tent. The tenants will be heated and have air-conditioning, and Wi-Fi access.  All the residents of the camp will work 30 hours a week to help maintain the camps in an hygienic attractive a manner, administrative services and law enforcement services for the camp, or will work in the national, state and local parks and forrest doing conservation projects, or serving as first responders.  thus some people will live off site for a considerable amount of time near the forest, and park conservation sites, but all people will be assigned to a home camp.  That camps will have food services for the residents food services for the residents medical services an offer education and training services as well.

    the Camps would be run like the old CCC camps award of the great depression. The Cams will provide temporary housing for people in exchange for assistance and public service employment activities including conservation activities. Drug use alcohol use and gambling of course will be illegal in the camps, as will panhandling.  Sleeping on the streets outside the camp will be illegal and the homeless will be rounded up and taken to the camps involuntarily if needed.

    To pay for these camps, the federal government we’ll pay for most of the cost.

    State and local governments working with the real estate developers, will develop low cost permanent housing, and camp residents will  be transited into permanent housing as a housing is brought online.

    The Camps will be open to all who need them including undocumented Aliens. No one will be turned away board turned into an immigration.

    The camps be training and educational service centers, and temporary employment centers, with most residents living elsewhere.

    We can Solve the Problem if We Make it an Urgent National Priority

    If all these  proposals are enacted in a comprehensive national strategy, the scourge of homelessness can be defeated and no one in America we’ll be forced to live on the streets.

    Broken Down Souls Poems

    Broken Down Souls
    Homeless Fears
    No One Knows Their Names
    Trump’s Social Cleansing Program
    Social Purification Drives
    Broken Down Souls Do You See Them?

    Broken Down Souls

    Broken Down Souls
    You see them everywhere

    On the street
    On the bus

    On the metro
    But mostly wandering the streets

    Lost souls
    Broken down defeated souls

    The souls of the living dead
    Dead inside

    Waiting for death
    To deliver them

    from the agony
    Of the living dead

    They make do
    They beg

    They steel
    They con their way

    Living the street life
    Living death

    Broken Souls
    You have two minds

    One part of you
    the fearful part of you

    Conditioned to ignore
    Conditioned to walk by

    Ignoring the tragic wounded lives
    The broken souls all around you

    But part of you knows
    That you can’t do that

    But you can’t save everyone
    So, you do what you can

    You help those
    whom you can

    All it takes
    is a little act of compassion

    A little human kindness
    A few bucks or a cup of coffee

    And you walk by
    Knowing just knowing

    That by a simple act of acknowledging
    Our shared humanity

    You have made a small victory
    And brought happiness

    To yet another
    broken down soul

    And the fear
    that you will

    be a broken soul some day
    Recedes away

    Not me never
    Never will happen to me

    But one forgets
    It is a simple matter

    A wrong turn in life
    The wrong place

    wrong time
    wrong thing

    And you could be the broken soul
    On the street

    Begging to be heard
    Begging to be taken away

    And so,
    I walk on by no more

    I will listen
    I will talk to them

    I will make a small difference
    And in so doing

    Avoid becoming
    a broken-down soul

    Homeless Fears

    I almost became
    a broken-down soul

    Out on the street
    So many years ago

    I was in college
    Adrift for the summer

    Smoking too much weed
    Aimless

    And I hung out
    And got to know

    Some of the homeless
    Some of the bums on the street

    And I vowed
    That I would never be that person

    Never sink that low
    Never ever

    Be the homeless bum
    The invisible man

    And that knowledge
    Stuck with me

    Throughout my life
    Now many decades later

    I try to remember
    And I try to help

    When I can
    And recall what

    it would be like
    To be on the street

    With nothing
    but your clothes

    And the money you borrowed
    To keep you alive

    No One Knows Their Name

    The worst part of it all
    As I survey the homeless

    Across this great land of ours
    The worst part of it all

    Is that no one knows their name
    No one knows their story

    No one cares at all
    And in this age of hatred

    Sponsored by our president himself
    The homeless are being treated

    More and more as disposable trash
    More and cities

    Are banning the homeless
    From their cities

    Banning feeding the homeless
    Banning begging

    Banning sleeping in the streets
    And banning their camp sites

    If they could
    they would

    round them all up
    And shoot them

    Or let them run for their life
    In some sort of game on TV

    Because the homeless
    Are an affront

    to these so called
    Christian patriots

    They are lazy good for nothing losers
    Who cause problems for good citizens

    They should be locked up
    Or removed

    For the good of us all
    No one wants them

    No one cares
    And no one knows their name

    President Trump Discovers the Homeless

    President Trump
    Our dear compassion leader

    Recently discovered
    That homeless people

    Were everywhere
    All over DC

    NYC
    And especially LA and SF

    The homeless were becoming
    A huge problem

    And something must be done
    The homeless were taking

    Up the best real estate
    And making life difficult

    For the masters of the Universe
    Something must be done

    The homeless have to be rounded up
    And sent to camps

    Out of sight
    out of mind

    and people would wonder
    where did the homeless people go

    if they noticed
    them missing at all

    Social Purification Drives

    Korean social purification movement

    In the 1980’s in Korea
    The government decided

    To end the scourge of homelessness
    Once and for all

    The decree went out
    The police rounded them all up

    Shut down the street vendors
    and homeless shanty towns

    Sent them off for re-education
    Deep in the countryside

    Just in time for the Olympics
    The homeless disappeared

    Broken Down Souls Do You See them?

     

    Broken down Souls Do You see them
    Or are they invisible
    all the broken souls
    wandering the streets

    no where to go
    but to hell
    on earth
    now

    now
    you see
    that they are
    everywhere you see
    can you see them now
    will you be friend them now
    or will you still look away
    afraid that you will become them

    some recent poems

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    the following sites are good sites to learn more and get involved in helping solve the problem.  I will share this blog posting with them and update it if they respond to my blog

    solving the homeless problem

    get involved

    solving the homeless problem

    the End

  • Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

     

    Cosmos’s Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    these poems were published on Poetry Soup from 2016 to now, covering a wide range of  topics and are my favorite and best poems.  I will post my All Poetry poems soon. Stay tuned for that, my friends.

    poetry soup link

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Guns KIll People

    2017 April Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    Vietnam Poems

    first up are my recent gun poems followed by my other poems in roughly the order I posted them.  There were some duplicates removed as well.  See the poetry soup site for complete list of  the poems.

    If you don’t like them so be it. But I hope that you will consider them and think about what can we do as an nation to reduce the carnage on the streets.  Prayers and thoughts are not enough. Gun violence is not like the weather, ie. Something we can’t control. We can and must do something to combat this problem. 

    That’s my two cents worth and I am sticking to my guns (pun very much intended)

    here then are my gun poems

    index

    Another Day Another Shooting

    Mr. President Words Matter

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

    Guns Kill People

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Prayer Works

    I don’t Get It

     

    Another Day Another Shooting

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    another day in paradise
    just another day in America
    land of the free
    Home of the brave

    and guns
    lots of guns
    more guns for all
    cries the NRA

    yes another day
    another gun battle
    another white man
    who just wants to kill

    the President sends his condolences
    Thanks the law enforcement
    for an incredible job well done
    It was horrible

    Hate has no place
    in our country
    and we will take of it
    and do what ever we can do

    condolences
    nothing but false words
    empty words
    lots of things to do

    it is mental illness problem
    but he fails to mention
    the words gun at all
    not at all

    and tomorrow and tomorrow
    but he at least finally said
    hate has no role in country
    nothing but prime BS
    in my humble opinion

    he did not mention
    white supremacy
    his rhetoric had nothing
    nothing to do about this at all

    and so tomorrow
    I will turn on the TV
    and we see
    nothing at all

    and the dead
    will remain dead
    the guns will fire again
    nothing will be done

    welcome to America
    land of the free
    home of the brave

    Mr. President Words Matter

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    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

    your words
    calling fellow human beings
    scum, vermit, faith
    invaders, animals
    matter

    they matter a lot
    and is it little wonder
    that people listen
    to the hate you sprew forth

    and some deranged people
    take action
    on your call
    for action

    against the invaders
    on the border
    they march to the border
    to kill the invaders

    your words matter
    Mr. President
    and your false words
    of regret

    fool no one
    the damage has been done
    the hate has been spread
    just as you intended

    and you
    have the gall
    to call yourself
    A Christian

    you are the anti-Christ
    you are not a Christian
    so please quite pretending
    to be what you are not

    please man up
    accept your responsibility
    set things right
    apologize

    the dead though
    don’t need your prayers
    they need action
    they need leadership

    and you are the president
    so please start acting
    like you give a damn

    and if you do so
    perhaps
    you will find
    people will follow you

    but please
    quite the words
    of hate
    the words that hurt

    and quit calling immigrants
    invaders and vermin
    they are human beings
    they are deserving of respect

    this I ask of you
    In Jesus’s name
    even though I am not a Christian
    please Donald Trump group

    and become the president
    of the people
    and end the war of words
    and constant hate

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

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    the President’s chief of staff
    said the other day
    it was absurd
    to suggest that the president’s words
    had anything to do
    with recent mass shootings

    yet is it absurd
    to see the lengths
    to which the President’s supporters
    will twist and turn
    spinning away
    the inconvenient truth

    President Trump
    is a racist bigot con man
    who somehow
    conned his way
    to become President

    he call immigrants
    criminals, vermin, animals
    invaders
    infesting the country

    the El Paseo shooter
    said that he went to the border
    to shoot the invaders
    and said
    that he was a big Trump fan

    it is not absurd
    to connect these two huge dots
    the President’s words
    has real world consequences

    Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
    and his supporters
    are being absurd
    to suggest otherwise

    Guns Kill People

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    Guns
    guns kill people
    guns do kill people

    it is not mental illness
    it is not video games
    it is not a million other things

    it is simply this
    a gun is a weapon
    a weapon designed to kill people
    that is what guns do

    guns don’t care
    they do as they are told
    if you pull the trigger
    they will kill the victim

    that is what guns do
    that is why
    in a civilized society
    military assault weapons
    are locked up

    yet in America
    the land of the free
    home of the brave
    everyone and his cousin
    must have their gun

    guns for everyone
    cries the NRA
    that’s the solution

    The president
    and his supporters
    deny the obvious

    guns kill people
    that’s all they do
    it is a gun thing
    you would not understand

    so Mr. President
    you can take your words
    your empty platitudes
    your empty promises

    straight to hell
    and back

    where with any luck
    Satan will use you
    as target practice

    NRA Please Stop Talking

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    Another day

    Another mass shooting
    Another incident

    of domestic terrorism
    another gun man

    killing people

    because just because
    The NRA
    And their stooges
    Come out
    Flood the airways

    With their noxious

    Poisonous weasel words
    The NRA says

    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather
    You can’t control them

    You can’t predict them
    And you can’t prevent them

    Just have to accept
    It is all god’s will
    Guns don’t kill people

    IF guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone
    An armed society

    they say
    Is a polite society
    Support for gun control
    Is

    socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense

    The beginning of tyranny
    If only the Jews had guns
    The holocaust would not have happened

    Jesus would want us all
    to be armed
    with machine guns

    To protect us against the evil doers
    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evil doers

    With heavy arms
    In America

    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all

    About the mass carnage
    Unleashed by madmen with guns
    Who walk among us
    Searching for their next victims

    Any restriction of the right
    To bear arms
    Is tyranny at its worst

    The nanny state run amuck
    Talking about gun control
    After a tragic event
    Is

    just not the appropriate time
    We only need prayers
    and meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

    banning military style assault weapons
    restricts my right to blow
    away
    Bambi the deer
    with a M16

    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking
    preventing anything
    from being done

    and we will have another
    Mass shooting event
    Before the day is out

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA

    and their stoogies

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution

    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking
    And let the rest

    Of us  figure out
    How to stop
    The madness in the streets

    And stop the carnage
    So NRA
    Please
     just
     stop
     talking
     Now

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

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    The NRA has decided
    That the best solution to global problem
    Of rampant violence and crime everywhere

    Is for the rest of the world
    To become like the U.S.
    Where anyone can buy a gun
    As an armed society is a polite society’

    And so the President is about to announce
    A global campaign against gun control restrictions
    As these restrictions are an undue burden
    On the rights of the US arms manufactures

    To sell their guns everywhere in the world
    As everyone wants what we have to sell
    The best weapons in the world

    Instead of trying to limit the damage
    That unrestricted gun sales
    Have done to the U.S.

    Our President, our great leader
    Wants to sell more guns
    Everywhere in the world

    And there are eager buyers
    Lining up around the world
    Eager to buy the best guns
    The world has ever seen

    We want to export
    The gun madness
    That has infected our society
    Leaving behind so many dead bodies

    The dead were not consulted
    For they remain dead
    They do not vote
    They have no voice

    For the guns silenced
    them for good
    just as the guns intended
    Just doing their gun thing after all

    Humanity has evolved
    From stones to arrows
    To guns
    To nuclear, biological weapons

    And the U.S.
    While proclaiming itself
    A champion of Human Rights

    Remains nothing but a country
    Of gun runners
    Merchants of death
    And destruction

    Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules found Poem

    The Trump administration 

    Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,

     including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

    Because the NRA said 

    the solution to gun violence

    aIs more guns

     for everyone in the world

    Everyone should be able

     to buy American made weapons

    The best in the world after all

    And everyone in the world 

    needs what the US 

    Wants to sell

    The shift,

     is championed by gunmakers

     who say it

     will make them more competitive 

    in the international market. 

    Critics argue 

    an export policy 

    that favors commercial interests

     could put the national security

     of the United States at risk 

    or harm diplomatic efforts.

     “This decision is also politically tone-deaf 

    as our nation reckons 

    with a gun violence epidemic.”

    A State Department spokesman 

    said that the change

     would ease the regulatory burden 

    on American gun makers

     and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State 

    monitors exports of nearly all weapons 

    .

    “The world of firearms exports 

    is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    the Department of Justice

     and Department of Homeland Security

     criticized the change 

    because it could make it

     easier for transnational criminal organizations

     or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    But the NRA

    They don’t care

    More guns for all

    Is the solution to all gun violence

    And sadly,  our President 

    Has sold his soul

    To the NRA

    Who offered him 

    Millions of dollars

    In blood money

    more guns for everyone

    based on following article

    The Trump administration on Monday advanced a long-sought-after plan to relax export rules for American s

    mall arms, including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.
    In a private briefing with members of Congress, State Department officials outlined a proposed rule change that would transfer oversight of gun exports to the Department of Commerce. The proposed rule will be published in the Federal Register later this week, where it will be subject to public comment for 45 days. While it is unlikely, Congress could block the change using powers under the Congressional Review Act.

    The shift, which was first proposed by the Obama administration in 2012, is championed by gunmakers who say it will make them more competitive in the international market. Critics argue an export policy that favors commercial interests could put the national security of the United States at risk or harm diplomatic efforts.

    “Weakened Congressional oversight of international small arms and munitions sales is extremely hazardous to global security,” said Senator Ben Cardin of Maryland, a Democrat who serves on the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, in an emailed statement. “This decision is also politically tone-deaf as our nation reckons with a gun violence epidemic.”
    A State Department spokesman said that the change would ease the regulatory burden on American gun makers and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State monitors exports of nearly all weapons through the U.S. Munitions List. Since 2002, the department has been required to notify Congress of overseas sales of firearms worth more than $1 million.

    In 2016, the State Department alerted the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to a proposed sale of more than 26,000 rifles to the Philippines. Cardin at the time objected to arming the regime of PhilippinePresident Rodrigo Duterte, who had inaugurated a wave of thousands of extrajudicial killings as part of a crackdown on drugs. The weapons deal was canceled as a result.

    The proposed rule change would transfer control over the sale of small arms to the Commerce Control List, and Congress would no longer be notified of large purchases.
    Some arms control experts say reduced oversight could provide criminals, terrorists, or hostile states an opportunity to purchase American weapons.
    Under Department of Commerce weapon-export rules, “companies aren’t required to provide as much information about brokers or shipping” as they must under State Department supervision, said Colby Goodman, who examines American weapons exports as director of the Security Assistance Monitor program at the Center for International Policy in Washington. “The world of firearms exports is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    The rule change has been long in the making. It was first proposed in 2012 by the Obama administration, but abandoned shortly after the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. At the time, the Department of Justice and Department of Homeland Security criticized the change because it could make it easier for transnational criminal organizations or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    In September, Reuters reported that the Trump administration was interested in reviving the rule change to encourage more international arms sales. With the formal commencement of the public comment period, the preparation has become a policy reality.
    In April, the Trump administration said it would now consider economic factors in addition to security when it comes to selling American weapons overseas.
    The Trump administration has argued that the change would aid the domestic gun industry by cutting down on export regulation. American consumer sales of firearms have suffered since the 2016 election. After years of elevated sales in anticipation of possible new gun-control measures imposed by Democratic lawmakers, domestic demand subsided as Republicans took full control of the federal government.
    – ALEX YABLON

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

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    Virgina Beach
    In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific scumbagery violence
    In just a few short minutes
    Nothing more than that
    In just a few moments
    All 12 victims were murdered

    By a disgruntled employee
    Every one he knew was shot
    And killed for no reason

    Caused by the demons
    His soul was so infected

    Murderous demonic voices
    All in his head
    Screaming kill them all kill them all
    Screaming none stop violence in his head
    All the time

    Causing him to start shooting everyone he saw
    Regardless of who they were or where they were
    Everyone must die screamed the demonic voices in his head

    No one can be left alive
    Everyone must die
    Virtually all must die in his internal video game
    Everyone must die
    Regardless of who they were or where they were

    Again just another day
    Gone horribly wrong
    All across America
    In every town
    No where is safe anymore

    Virgina Beach massacre

    Virgina Beach massacre
    Just another

    Average night in America
    An Active Shooter

    scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen

    in this jaded wild world
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific
    scumbagery

    In just a less than 30 short minutes
    Nothing more than

    In just a few short 30 moments
    All the victims

    were murdered while at their daily work
    wrong place wrong time

    act of a demotic deranged madman
    voices screaming Kill

    The voices scream death to all humans
    All must be killed

    The voices scream over and over
    All must die now

    Just another night in America
    Home of the free

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

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    Mr. President
    You are wrong once again
    You said that the tragic events in Texas
    And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
    But rather were mental health problems

    And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people would have died

    Mr. President
    I know you a smart man
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact
    According to the latest findings
    It is a gun situation

    In fact, the reason the U.S.
    Has so many gun deaths
    Is because we have so many guns
    45% of the worlds guns in fact

    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    Are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them the majority of them
    Are White People killing other people

    Not Islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

    And do what 90 percent of the public wants
    Enact nation wide effective gun controls?

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act
    When will you take charge

    And become a President of the people
    Instead of the President of the NRA?

    Prayer Works

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    Dear Speaker Ryan

    I want to tell you something
    The dead don’t want your prayers
    The dead don’t care that you pray for them
    They are dead after all

    And you and your so-called Christians
    Are to blame
    You refuse to do anything
    Anything at all to stop the carnage
    In our streets

    The U.S. is flooded with guns
    And more are sold every day

    Millions of people don’t have health coverage
    Millions are barely surviving
    And your answer
    Our dear great compassionate Speaker

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

    You act as if the gun violence
    Plaguing our country
    Was like the weather
    Beyond our control

    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

    That’s my prayer to you
    And as you know
    Prayer works

    I don’t Get It

     

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    Mr. Speaker
    I admit I don’t get it
    How does prayer
    Stop gun violence?

    Prayer did not work in Texas.
    26 people were murdered
    while praying.

    God if he exists
    Obviously does not care
    About the poor people
    Who died in his church

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

    And no they were not praying
    To be delivered from death
    No one deserves to die like this

    So my prayer to you
    Is simply this
    Get off your rear end
    Rally the country

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Prayer Does Not Work

    Add House Speaker Paul Ryan to the list of Republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of Sunday’s mass shooting in a Texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.
    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s Laura Ingraham last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their God will do whatever their God wants to do, even if it means letting people die in church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.
    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular Left” for not getting it.

     

    It is Darker Than You Think

     

     

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school

    is talking to young people
    She tells them
    that it is darker
    than they think

    the end times approach
    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending

    and is warning them
    of what is to come
    She is following
    the dark master

    of the universe
    waiting for the end
    and she is afraid
    she sees the world

    the end of things
    the end of life
    She is afraid

    she tells her students
    to boldly face
    the coming end
    with fear
    and trepidation

    and anxiety
    waiting for the end
    and in the end
    of the worl

    they will be born
    again as things
    circle back

    to the beginning
    of the end
    and the end

    of the beginning
    thus it has always
    played out
    in the world

    endless nightmares
    and in the end,
    she will wake up
    and embrace her fate

    at the end of time

    License

     

    bankers have a license to steal
    money from their clients
    if you make a mistake
    the bank can steal your money
    as part of their banking license

    Governments have a license
    to steal money
    from the publicits is called taxation
    or confiscation

    It seems
    that police these days
    have a license
    to kill
    unarmed brown people
    but only brown people

    and the president
    has a license
    to lie

    as he lies
    all the time
    just because he can

    and I have
    the ultimate license

    the poetic license
    to write
    these verses
    to enlighten the masses

    Why Are There So Many Fake Cherokees

    Erasure Poem

    So many fake Indians these days
    Elizabeth Warren is one

    And according to my DNA results
    I am too

    But my grand-parents
    spoke Cherokee my mom claims
    And they disappeared into the hills
    She claims

    Is the DNA test wrong?
    Was I adopted ?
    Or is it possible

    That I am a real deal
    A real Cherokee
    Or am I fake Cherokee???

    A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

    First, I would never call them “fake Natives”.
    They are 99% white,
    mostly Blue-collar,
    and New Age Hippie,

    Anglo-Americans
    who are simply
    lost without their own specific identity
    that they can proudly Claim,

    so therefore,
    they search for a certain Popular,
    Romanticized segment of Indigenous People

    that will “fit”
    into their Family’s historical Lore.

    Second, it just happens
    to ALWAYS be …
    the Cherokee …

    sometimes,
    either Blackfoot or Lakota.

    AND, “My GGM
    was a Cherokee Princess”,
    as an add-on VALUE.

    This is primarily
    because of the vast area
    formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.

    However, the tribes’ interaction
    with European immigrants
    since colonial times,

    led to a great deal of intermarriage
    with non-indigenous populations.

    In many cases people have limited knowledge
    of the other Native American nations,
    that inhabited the areas in which they live.

    However, a lot of this is wishful thinking,
    and these people have African American
    or other non-European ancestry.

    It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry ,
    in an attempt to legitimize t
    Their sense of belonging on our lands.

    The reason is simple,
    they don’t know the names
    of the other tribes.

    There has never been a song called
    “Indian Reservation” about Apache People
    or any other tribe

    but, the Cherokee.
    “Indian Reservation”
    by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

    So if those people aren’t Cherokee
    by blood at least it’s in spirit.

    And so I conclude
    I may be part Cherokee
    Part of the lost tribe

    Of the Cherokee
    But who really knows

    My mother took many things
    With her to the grave

    Lots of family secrets
    Things I will never know

    But in my heart
    I know
    That I am part Cherokee

    And so I will proudly
    Claim I am part Cherokee

    In spirt
    If not in blood

    Love Cinquain

    My Love
    Haunting my dreams
    Nightly talking to me
    Then walked out of the dreams into
    my Life

    Nightmare Cinquain

    Nightmares
    Endless fears all night long
    Can’t escape running from these dreams
    All night

     

    Man Child President

    A little man child
    Is our great and glorious dear leader
    Filled with hatred and jealousy
    Fear of failure haunts his every step

    The little man child
    Covers up his failures
    With bluster, bravado
    And constant attack

    The little man child
    Always attacking his enemies
    Plotting revenge all the time
    Consumed with slights and insults

    The little man child
    Lost millions of dollars

    The little man child
    Lost the popular vote

    The little man child
    Has lost the respect of the world
    And 60 percent of Americans
    Want to see him gone

    The little man child
    Has infected the body politic
    With his insidious poison

    A slowly growing cancer
    The little man child
    Will end up destroying

    The country
    Before he is through

    The little man child
    Can’t leave office
    For fear of going to prison
    So we are stuck with him

    The little man child
    Will never leave us
    Until he is resting
    In peace

    President Trump International Fire Chief

    Our dear leader
    Our favorite President
    President Trump

    Once again
    Interjected himself
    Into areas that he knows nothing about

    Making a fool of himself
    In the process

    Why does he do this?
    Time after time
    Talking nonsense

    It is because
    He is the smartest man
    In the universe

    Knows more than anyone else
    And so he feels
    He has to comment
    On everything

    Under the sun
    And then some more
    Even when he
    Does not know
    What he is talking about

    So painful to watch such a fool
    Mark Twain had sage advice
    If you want people to think
    You are a fool
    Open your mouth
    and remove all doubt

    In the midst
    Of the devastating
    Paris Norte Dame fire

    He tweeted
    “So horrible to watch the massive fire
    at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

    “Perhaps flying water tankers
    could be used to put it out
    Must act quickly!”

    Later, Mr. Obvious noted,
    They’re having a terrible
    terrible fire,”

    Mr Trump later told reporters.
    “It looks like
    it’s burning to the ground.”

    The French were not amused
    By the unwanted advice
    By the fire fighter in chief

    France’s civil defense agency,
    Sécurité Civile, tweeted —

    once in French
    and once in English

    — less than two hours after Mr Trump

    sent his tweet
    and appeared

    to directly respond to the US president.

    “Helicopter or aeroplane,
    the weight of the water
    and the intensity of the drop
    at low altitude

    could indeed weaken
    the structure of Notre Dame
    and result in collateral damage
    to the buildings in the vicinity,”

    the agency wrote in French.
    And despite never posting updates in English,

    the agency then sent out a second tweet.

    Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.

    — Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice
    To the Fire Fighter in chief

    When California burned
    you did not seem to be a fire expert.

    Please, shut up.

    It is a tragic moment
    for the cultural heritage of humanity.

    Catching the Trump Madness


    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    The Trump madness deepens
    And the world grows darker
    The evil ones have been released
    The wild things are growling

    The dogs of war
    Satan’s hell hounds
    Are on the loose

    Howling at the moon
    Running amuck
    Infecting us all
    With their madness

    As we all turn
    into mindless zombies
    Filled with hatred
    Jealousy and insanity

    As Trump
    and his neo-fascist
    Cabal unleash the monsters
    Of their dangerous id

    Devouring all reason
    Turning all they see
    Into raving lunatics

    As they set the world on fire
    Ushering in the ends of days

    Armageddon looms
    Will Trump be raptured away?

    Only God knows
    And he is not telling

    As we descend
    Into the maelstrom
    Hoping against hope

    That we can overcome
    The monsters
    That Trump has unleashed

    In the end
    Perhaps it does not matter

    As the world careens
    Deeper into hell
    There is no end

    Nothing but despair
    Forever and ever

    prayer for future of the planet

    A shaman priestess
    Is deep in thought

    Engaged in Meditation
    on the fate
    Of the earth

    She is deep in the cosmic woods
    In the world between worlds

    Where she is communing
    With the spirits of the universe
    Who listen to her tale of woe

    She tells them
    Of the rise of the neo-fascists
    And the refusal to address

    The possible end of the world
    Due to run away climate change
    She prays and prays

    And finally
    She receives an answer
    More a prediction
    It is all up to humans

    She has two visions
    Of a possible future

    Two contrasting visions
    One a dystopian nightmare
    The other an optimistic vision

    The first
    The neo-fascists
    Seize control

    And usher in a dystopian nightmare
    That ends with utter destruction

    Nuclear war
    Nuclear winter
    Ends climate change

    As civilization ends
    And mankind retreat to caves

    And it happens
    In a blink of an eye

    In less than five years
    The world will end
    Game over civilization ends

    The second vision
    The optimistic vision

    Humanity wakes up
    From their collective night mare
    Throws off the neo-fascist cabal

    And begin to change the world
    Making the economy works
    For all of us

    Not just the corrupt 1 percent
    The so-called masters of the Universe

    They are overthrown
    In a people’s power revolution

    All over the world
    People wake up
    Demand change

    And slowly the world
    Begins to recover
    And overcome

    The dark hours
    Of the present age

    The shaman priestess
    Returns home
    To spread the word

    It up to us
    To choose our fate
    The end is indeed near

    It is darker than you think
    But it is not over yet

    If we choose the path
    Of the cosmic light

    And overthrow
    The neo-fascist cabal
    And restore democracy

    And peace will break out
    And all will end well
    If not

    Well she says
    You have been warned

    The universe has spoken
    So, mote it be

    lucky numbers blues

    There are many gambler’s fallacies
    the statisticians say
    each roll of the roulette table
    is an independent event

    Yet the gamblers believe
    that if for example
    there were ten red numbers

    in a row
    that the next one should be black
    right

    A statistician in the U,K.
    decided to prove
    that the gamblers
    were all delusional

    in insisting that there were patterns
    in the endless spin of the wheel
    and that it was more of a curve

    that the noise of random numbers
    after thousands of spins
    recorded on a computer

    the pattern was clear
    there was a bell shape curve

    with an upswing
    and a downswing to the data

    an early experiment
    in chaos theory

    but with a practical application
    if you are on a winning curve
    keep going until the curve

    turns into a losing curve
    then walk away

    and you might be a winner
    according to science

    but they have yet
    to be able to prove/disprove

    that lucky numbers exist
    for you and me
    mine was always 32

    and when it pops
    I swore that my lucky number
    came up

    just a fluke
    according to science

    another iron clad rule
    the regression to the mean

    the curve may go up
    and may go down

    but in the end
    it regresses to the mean
    and that means

    the house always wins

     morning thoughts

    Every morning I wake up
    And see the love of my life

    Sleeping soundly
    In our bed
    The sun fills my room

    And I get up
    To do my morning routine
    Just marveling at the sight

    And as I do my thing
    I am drawn back to bed

    Just to look
    At this strange creature
    That captured my heart
    So many years ago

    And I wonder yet again
    At the mystery of our love
    How and why

    Did the universe bring us together?
    Where did she come from
    And why did she summoned me?

    I have no answers
    Our love transcended
    The barriers of time
    And space

    And somehow
    We found each other
    And will be together

    Until the death of time

    April 8th Santa James Comes to Town

    In this dark and dangerous time
    That we live in
    We seldom hear tales
    Of inspiration, hope and love

    Yet when we do hear such tales
    It fills us with wonder
    And hope that some how
    We can do better

    Life can be better
    Love can conquer hate

    And decency can prevail
    Over the dark forces all around us
    In Kingman, Arizona

    An old blind homeless man appeared
    Out of nowhere he showed up

    And started walking about
    He was polite, friendly and not scary
    Did not want anything from any one

    And somehow he conquered the town
    Who adopted him

    They called him Santa James
    Because he wore a red Santa cape

    And he was just so
    filled with good will
    Laughter, advice and stories

    Boy did he spin good stories
    Poetic allusions
    And just radiated goodness

    Everyone fell in love
    with Santa James
    He was given a job

    Playing piano
    Given a room to stay in

    Spoke at the local schools
    And churches

    And to any one
    who stopped him
    He remembered everyone’s name

    And life story
    Even though he was blind

    He could see the good in everyone
    And that is the moral of the tale of mine

    here is goodness all around us
    If only we open our hearts
    To accept it

    We have the power
    To reject hate
    To reject division

    And accept love
    If only Santa James spirit
    Could spread across this country

    We could heal our wounds
    And become united again

    That is my prayer
    Perhaps Santa James
    Is really a saint

    The real thing
    Who knows

    All we know
    Is that Santa James
    Came to town

    And the rest
    Is the history
    We will make of it

    Long Live Santa James

     Coffee  Love Hate Affair

    I love coffee
    Always have
    Always will

    But I have
    a love-hate affair
    With coffee

    Love it when it gets me
    uplifting high in the sky
    As the sun comes over

    Filling with hope
    And anticipation

    As I conquer the day’s
    Daunting tasks
    With a little help
    From my drug of choice

    But coffee turns on me
    Late in the day
    And I can’t sleep

    just can’t sleep
    As the coffee burns
    In my soul

    And I toss and turn
    And sleep no more

    Coffee does that to me
    And so,

    I am reduced
    To drinking decaf coffee
    or fake herbal coffee
    Not the same thing at all

    But that is all I can handle
    As I am a coffee addict
    And always will be

    Coffee Blues

    Coffee
    is my drug
    of choice
    Always has been

    Ever since
    I first tried it
    As a young lad
    so many decades ago

    Loved coffee’s power
    To speed up
    my synaptic nerves
    Turning me on

    Keeping me going
    and going and going
    But there is a dark
    side to everything

    And coffee is a drug
    And it will take you
    Where it wants to go

    Enslaving you
    Making you its victim
    As it toys with you

    Messes with you
    Prevents you
    from sleeping

    Coffee
    is a harsh mistress
    It demands respect

    As you fall
    under it seductive powers
    Slave again
    To the drug of choice

    Just another over-caffeinated
    Coffee addict
    Stumbling along the street
    Looking for a fix

    At six in the morning
    As the coffee wears off
    And you finally
    Can get some sleep

    Until the alarm
    Blasts you away
    And you reach out
    Trembling for your fix

    Coffee

    you scream out
    I need coffee
    The universe laughs
    As you get your coffee high

    Just another pathetic
    coffee junkie
    When all is said

    and done

     Messenger Dog of God

    One day
    While studying in Rome
    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog
    Staring at me

    He glances at me
    Indicating that I am to follow him

    I get up
    And follow this strange dog
    He leads me deep

    Inside the hidden depths
    Of the Vatican
    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door
    And see St Peter there

    He smiles
    Dismisses the dog
    Who moves on down the hall

    Finished with his cosmic duty
    As the secret messenger of God
    All in a days work
    I ask why am I here?

    St Peter says
    Why are any of us here?

    It is time for you to go

    But I don’t want to go
    Don’t want to leave this mortal plane
    St Peter smiles

    Says it is time to go
    I wake up

    Back in my bed
    With my wife
    And realize it was all a dream

    It was not yet time
    To go

    But I am afraid
    I will find the messenger dog
    Outside my door

    Any day now
    The grim reaper waits

    And it will soon be my time

    just for today

    today
    just for today
    I plan to do nothing
    nothing at all

    just go with the flow

    of the day

    as the day turns into night
    and the night turns into sleep
    I will ride the wave
    along

    with my love

    until the day is done

    it’s a dog’s life for me

    an agnostic dyslectic
    stays up all night
    wondering if there is a dog
    the Buddhists wonder
    about the Buddha nature of the dog

    the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog
    and you must follow their dog

    or go to hell
    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

    there is only one dog
    and the dogs
    smile at the foolishness
    of the human race

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners
    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

    it can’t happen, or has it

    Every day when I watch TV
    I see the chattering classes
    The TV pundits
    And their guests
    Pontificate about this and that

    And it seems to me
    That they are missing the big picture
    In the era of Donald Trump

    Nothing that they say
    Will make a difference

    Donald Trump has slowly conquered
    The political world
    And he is shaping it into something

    That we had hoped we would never see
    A truly American neo-fascist state
    Wrapped around the flag

    And so-called Christian values
    And the latest made up outrage

    And the chattering classes
    Don’t seem to understand

    That they are next
    On the hit parade
    As the Donald Trump machinery
    Continues to take over
    the known universe

    The question used to be

    It can’t happen here
    The answer I am afraid
    Is already has

    so excited to be alive

    I wake up
    with the dawning sun
    this morning
    I was so excited

    to be alive

    at age 63

    I look at my sleeping beauty
    and realize yet again
    my life began

    te day I met her

    37 years ago

    she walked off a bus
    out of my dreams
    and into my life

    and my life began
    that autumn day

    when I met
    the girl of my dreams

    trump

    Triumphed against all enemies
    Remaining unvanquished
    Uniting all who oppose him
    Might makes right

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader

    just an unhinged werewolf howling at the moon

     

    as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
    the super blue moon lights up the night

    the werewolf stirs
    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature
    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world,
    he emerges

    snarling

    howling at the moon

    just another unhinged

    werewolf
    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    scorpion night of passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead

    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature

    consumed with dark desires

    Glow

     

     

    Glowing light of the dawning sun
    Lights up my dismal room
    Overwhelming me with love

    Watching my dream girl sleep

    old woman and the genie

    An old Chinese woman

    Stands in a field
    On the lunatic edge of town

    Where drinkers gather to drink

    And woman of ill repute

    Play their games

    With the passing drunks
    Men ready for a night of passion

    She is holding a tea pot

    And proclaims

    That the pot contains

    A genie
    That will grant the new owner

    Three wishes

    She had to sell the pot

    Because her wishes came true

    And she smiles
    And laughs insanely

    The laughter dies

    And she implores people

    To buy her tea pot

    And put her out of misery
    Just buy my pot

    And your dreams will come true

    Be careful dear thought

    Remember all magic

    Comes with a price
    A terrible price

    trapped back of the bus

    hitching a ride

     

    Back of the Bus

    Many years ago

    When I was a foolish young man
    I took a greyhound bus trip

    Just to see the country

    I was trapped
    In the back of the bus

    Where the young
    And restless souls

    Gathered together

    And drank illegally
    And smoked weed

    Also illegally
    We stayed there

    Until Winnemuca

    Where I got off
    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    Ad I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    down and out in Saigon

     

    Down and Out in Saigon
    Southeast Asia, and Mexico
    has always attracted

    A certain type of westerner

    The down and out

    On a down word spiral
    Why?
    Relatively cheap to live

    Lots of part-time gigs

    Teaching English

    Or other things
    Cheap Booze, drugs, sex
    Readily available

    Places to stay

    Dirt cheap

    And no one needs
    To sleep outdoors
    Easy to disappear

    Into the foreigner’s backpackers ghettos

    And escape

    From whatever you are running from
    The locals are somewhat tolerant
    The police usually look the other way

    And there are lots of people

    In your shoes

    I was surprised to find
    That Saigon has become
    The latest place

    For the down and outer crowd

    In Bangkok, one sees them a lot

    In Cambodia as well

    In the Philippines

    In Nepal

    And south of the border

    In Mexico as well

    and Eastern Europe

     

    And Latin America

    In India not so much

    In Japan and Korea

    Just too damn expensive

    And too cold to be outdoors

    Back in the day

    I used to work

    The citizen services gig

    And saw lots of the down

    and out set

    The old blues song

    comes to mind

    No one remembers you

    When you are down and out

    And in the States

    Being down and out

     

    Means living

    on the mean streets

    As it is very difficult

    To live with almost no money

    And the various side hustles

    Don’t give you much money

    Unless you are dealing drugs

    And teaching ESL

    Is not an option

    other hustles are difficult

    and begging gets one arreste

    Food is expensive

    Transportation is expensive

    Booze and drugs expensive

    Rent is prohibitive

    Commercial sex is expensive

    And no one loves you

    If you are down and out

    No one knows your name

    You are just another

    homeless bum

    Invisible to all

    As you try to make do

    Much better to be down and out

    In Southeast Asia

    Than on the mean streets

    Of the USA

    Ghosts Along the Jungle Path in Vietnam

    walking down a lonely trail

    in the jungles of Vietnam

    fleeing the ghosts of the Viet Kong

    down the Chu Chi Trail

    pursued by ghosts

    and memories of war

    and the horror

    that lay beneath my feet

    wondering yet again

    was it worth it

    the war

    the thousands of dead

    silent witnesses

    lie beneath my feet

    silent witnesses

    to the folly of war

    as I walk down the jungle path

    heading to nowhere

    thinking these dark thoughts

    talking to my ghostly companions

    Saigon 1995

    In 1995

    I was one of the first American tourists

    Allowed into Vietnam

    To freely wander about

    Tourism was at its infancy

    And Saigon was chaotic

    Wild and crazy

    Traffic was insane

    There were few tourism sites

    Few hotels

    Few guest houses

    And not too many restaurants

    The food was good

    We saw the war memorial

    The reunification palace

    And the big market

    But we felt we were being monitored

    Beggars were everywhere

     

    There were scams everywhere

    And it was not that pleasant an experience

    But Saigon grew up

    Became a much more tourist-friendly place

    And these problems we encountered

     

    A thing of the place

    Saigon is so much better

    So much more developed

    That it has captured our soul

    And we will be back

    saigon 201

    Saigon 2019

    Vibrant, vivid, exciting
    A city on the move

     

    Becoming a world-class city

    Yet still with a Saigon swagger

    Wandering the streets

    Dodging the traffic

    Admiring the women

    Enjoying the food

    Saigon enters my heart

    And I know that I will be back

    This city is growing on me

    Reminds me of Korea

    One hopes that as it develops

    It will not become a carbon copy

    Of other big Asian cities

    Obliterating its past

    In search of a false modern image

    I hope it can retain

    What makes Saigon Saigon

    And not become another Gangnam

    Hope it does it with Saigon style

    And the people will evolve

    The country will emerge

    And become what it should be

    The Paris of the East

    This is my vision

    as I wander about

    enjoying Saigon in 2019

    ghost of Chu Chi

    Crawling down the tunnels

    Of Chu Chi

    I could almost imagine

    The Viet Kong guerillas

    Hiding deep under the tunnels

    As the land above is turned

    Into a temporary dessert

    With the vegetation burned off

    By napalm and agent orange

    The Viet Kong creep out at night

    Stealing onto the bases

    Stealing weapons, food, supplies

    And occasionally killing soldiers

    In their sleep

    The US soldiers

    Stay on base at night

    Terrified of the mosquitos

    And of the Viet Kong

    the ghosts

    Surround me

    Telling me their stories

    And at last I fled

    Through the emergency escape tunnel

    Declaring victory

    Profoundly shaken up

    By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels

    Old Lady in the Neighborhood

    There is an old Vietnamese lady

    In the neighborhood

    Obviously senile

    But everyone knows her

    And watches over her

    To make sure

    She stays out of traffic

    And out of trouble

    She talks to everyone

    But no one seems to understand

    What she is babbling

    on about

    They smile at her

    And she smiles back

    And she for some reason

    She likes us

    And like my

    Vietnamese Coffee lady

    I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But in any event

    I look forward

    To seeing her smiling face

    Every time I walk

    Down my ally way

    in Old Saigon

    Coffee Lady in Saigon

    Every morning

    I have gone out for Vietnamese coffee

    At a sidewalk café

    Down the ally from our AIRBNB

    The owner is a pleasant middle age woman

    Who for some reason likes us

    She smiles at us

    Greets us in Vietnamese

    She does  not understand English

    Or Korean

    And I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But I moved today

    And will miss her

    Might go back for a final cup

    Of coffee

    To say good bye

    To my Vietnamese coffee lady

    Mastering the Saigon Shuffle

     

    Motorbike riders waiting at intersection. Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

    When I first visited Saigon

    Learning the Saigon Shuffle

    Was difficult

    And now 24 years later

    It all seems to be coming back

    There is an art to crossing the street

    Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars

    The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses

    The art consists of letting the big guys go first

    Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists

    Trusting that they will get out of your way

    And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle

    Always find a way

    In my two visits I was struck

    By how it all flows together

    Without a central authority

    And with almost no planning

    Lights or cops

    Somehow it just is

    And somehow it works

    And it is still a mystery to me

    24 years after first

    Encountering the Saigon shuffle

    old Ghosts in Saigon

    Old ghosts wandering the streets of old Saigon

    Lost spirits of the dead

    Died during the endless wars

    Ghostly apparitions around every corner

    Here was Kilroy

    and his gang of soldiers

    Over there were the Viet Cong

    Waiting to kill them

    Saigon is filled with memories like that

    Terrible times were had here in Old Saigon

    Silently the ghosts parade the city streets

    As the tourists drink in the bars

    Seeing Ghosts

    Seeing Ghosts

    I walk around the streets

    Of old Saigon

    Seeing sensing the undead

    The ghosts of the war

    That haunted life

    So many years ago

    So many people died

    For a war

    That never should have been fought

    For reasons that are still not clear

    A great tragedy unfolded

    In a land half away

    Around the world

    The ghosts smile at me

    And then they disappear

    Leaving me in the present

    Life goes on

    satanic torture

    I find myself

    In a dark room
    Strapped to a bed

    The light turns on

    The large TV comes on

    A smiling image

    Of Satan fills the TV
    He is dressed

    In a conservative business suit

    Looks like he came

    Out of a corporate

    board meeting
    surrounded by demonic aides

    who constantly shove papers

    at him

    He looks up from his lap top

    And smiles
    A deadly so insincere smile

    His voice booms out

    Welcome to Hell

    My satanic slaves

    I am Satan
    Your new master

    Each of you

    Has been sentenced

    To an eternity of torture

    And the punishment
    Must fit the crime

    So, for you

    Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller

    Failed aspiring poet

    And novelist
    Your torture

    Is to be strapped

    To that bed

    Unable to move

    As you are filled

     

    With the need

    To piss and

    But you cannot move

    And your skin

    Is crawling with bugs
    And itchy

    as Hell so to speak

    and you are so sleepy

    but you cannot sleep

    the TV will play

     

    endless repeats

    Of some of the worst TV

    and movie shows

    ever produced

    Starting with my favorite

    A Series of Unfortunate Events

    Featuring your favor annoying little girl

    Carmetta! Singing for you forever

    As you are the ultimate cake sniffer

    Welcome to Hell

    worlds within worlds lost in inner space

     

    A man woke up one day

    Lost in inner space

    Went so far down

    The proverbial rabbit hole

    That he did not know

    Where he was

    Nor what time it was

    Nor when it was

    As he stared out

    At a bewildering world

    A world lost in inner space

    Deep down in his dreams

    Filled with nightmarishly real

    Monsters, demons and ghostly apparitions

    He saw them and began running

    Running running running

    With the hell hounds behind him

    Leading him to the edge

    of the pits of hell itself

    abandon all hope

    ye who enter here

    the sign read

    above the entrance to the pit

    and there was a devil standing there

    armed with a clipboard

    and a computer spreadsheet
    Satan was the ultimate bureaucrat

    Name barked the devil

    Date of Birth ?

    Date of Death?

    Don’t know? That won’t do at all
    Hmm

    Car accident due to drunk driving

    And you killed a child

    Bad on you

    But here in hell
    The punishment fits the crime

    And the devil laughed

    Joined in by the hell hounds

    And other nightmare creatures

    A bell ran out

    In the purple crystalline sky

    And slowly the worlds receded

    And he found himself alive

    In his room

    And vowed

    That today

    Was the day

    He would quit drinking

    Quit taking drugs

    And quit chasing strange woman

     

    And having wild libertine sex

    He picked up the phone

    It was Satan’s aid

    Be careful what you vow

    We are listening

    If you fulfill your vows

    You might find yourself

    Escaping life in Hell

    It is up to you to choose

    And the man got dressed

     

    Went to work

    Thinking deep thoughts

    And drove off a cliff

    And back down the endless

    Worlds within worlds

    endless movie

     

    Watching the TV coverage

    Of the great government shut down

    Of 2018-2019

    I am reminded of a movie

    As I fall asleep

    Listening to the TVBlather on and on

    About what it all means

    Mr. Natural pops u

    And screams

    “It don’t mean s….

     

    “Dude, the endless movie

    Is about to begin”!

    A middle-aged white man

    Down on his proverbial luck

    Just been fired
    Replaced by a foreign worker

    Or a robot

    Or just fired

    Because he was no longer

    Deemed useful
    To the masters of the universe

    If he was lucky

    He’d  be given a watch

    And an IOU worthless pension

    And the man wanders into a restaurant

    Pulls out a gun

    Eats his breakfast

    After the official breakfast hour

    Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask

    Drops acid, Snorts speed

    Drinks a shot of booze

    And coffee smokes a joint

    Snorts cocaine for good measure

    and smokes a cigarette

    And walks outside

    steals a bus at gun point

    Filled with passengers

    He tells them

    They are hostages

    And he puts on his vest

    With the dead man switch

    Next to the bomb

    He announces

    Via tweet

    He is going to take the bus

    To the proverbial pot of gold

    Hidden deep in a cave

    And when he got there

    He would release the hostages

    And disappear into the mine

    And never be found again

    And as the bus careens around the mountain

    At 100 miles an hour

    The dude sprouts out

    Conspiracy after conspiracy theory

    About Obama the Muslim communist

    secret gay working with George Soros

    the Jewish money people

    in league with the shapeshifting lizards

    and Mueller is one of them

    they are all after him

    because he knows the deal

    And the passengers are transfixed

    Half hoping, he would make it

    Half hoping, he would be blown away

    And as the bus careens out of control

    With the wheels falling off

    And the cliff looming ahead

    You realize we are all doomed

    morphing images

    I am in a room

    Drinking at a party

    And smoking weed

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    Everyone in the room

    Has been transformed except me

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Complete with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse: if

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt-right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T-shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo-Nazi chants

    Jews will not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And non-stop

    violent drug-fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and killing each other

    and eating their fellow creatures

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    One Night I Dreamt of You

    One night I dreamt of you

    For seven years I dreamt of you

    Until you walked into my life

    One Night in Lithia Springs

    One night in Lithia Springs

    We soaked away our painful life

    And again fell in Love

    You Are My Everything

    You are my everything

    All my hopes and dreams

    Haunting my nights

    I Can Not Get Rid

    I cannot get rid

    This angel haunting my soul

    Seeing your face in the sky

    saying goodbye

    Saying goodbye now

    Is the hardest thing to do

    But I must do it

    You are my Angel

    You are my Angel

    Sent from God up in heaven

    To conquer my life

    One Moment, One Day

    One moment, one day

    You walked out of my nightmares

    And swept into life

    Waking Up to No You

    Waking up to no you

    Absent in my bed at night

    Absent from my dreams

    Thursday Evening

    Thursday early evening

    Thinking dark thoughts only you

    Can you cure these thoughts?

    howling at the moon

    As I sit

    Under the lunatic light of the full moon

    Of the blood-red lights of the moon

    Full of wild passions

    The lustful beast stirs again

    And starts running and running

    Howling at the moon

    Riding into the new dawn

    On a demented Harley Davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun

    90 miles per second

    At the speed of thought

    He disappears into the lunatic light

    Of the full moon

    And I wake up

    Alone in my bed

    Saying, man, that was quite a night

    I better not go there again

    The wild beast

    Laughs

    He has heard that before

    And I join

    The beast

    In howling at the Moon

    just an unhinged lunatic howling at the moon

    On a moonlit late night

    I sat in a bar

    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

    Just an unhinged lunatic

    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by

    Looking at all the fine looking babes

    Walking by the street

    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar

    Walked the most beautiful women

    In the Universe

    So wild, so free

    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do

    As this vision of delight

    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin-tight leather pants

    Looked so fine

    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally, I had to say something

    So, I gathered up my manly courage

    And walked up to her

    And she looked at me

    And instantly bewitched my soul

    With a devilish grin

    I lost all reason

    And became a raving lunatic

    Unhinged lunatic

    Howling at the moon

    Foaming at the mouth

    A wild, free werewolf

    Howling at the lunatic light

    Of the full Moon

    Note: in honor of the blood moon posted on my blog the world according to cosmos

    the story of how we met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the springtime of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

    I looked up and saw a tall,

    beautiful Asian woman

    standing there looking at me.

    She was the most beautiful women

    in the universe to me

    I screamed out, who are you?

    She disappeared

    as if she was beamed

    away from my dream.

    I knew that someday

    I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    in a strange language.

    Then one day

    I had the dream

    and knew that

    she was in Korea.

    So, I chose to go

    to Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    One day

    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned

    to leave to return

    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate

    Of my base where I was teaching

    ESL to Koreans

    She said that she

    had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library

    for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there

    are other worlds and other times.

    In a past life

    we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier

    of time and space

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet.

    And it has been 36 years

    Since we met in the physical sphere

    Or 45 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    And meeting her

    I had no choice

    When I met her

    We were fated to be together

    true story.

    October Rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so, I sit

    And dream the night away

    fake things

     

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    We live in a world

    Of fake things

    Fake Products

    Fake News

    Fake Calls

    Fake Politics

    Fake Sports

    Fake Business

    Fake Leaders

    Fake People

    Fake friends

    Fake sincerity

    Surrounded 24/7

    By all the fake things

    How can anything real exist?

    Is it all nothing but fake things

    Designed to deceive us all?

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    Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare

     

    I am in a room

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Completed with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo Nazi chants

    Jews with Not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And none-stop

    violent drug fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and ing each other

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    Note: from a recent nightmare

    early morning thoughts

    Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy

    I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin

    And my heart did a swirling spin

    When I saw that vision of erotic delight

    There I stood

    Alone in a somehow too dismal room

    Full of vibrant people

    I knew not what to say

    So, I spent that dismal day

    Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom

    Thoughts what might happen that day

    And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello

    Thus, it went

    Years after ever melancholy year

    Days after ever gloomy days

    Nights of self-induced torture

    Months of nightly rancid beer

    There it went

    Now

    I am sitting and thinking

    Thoughts so gloomy

    I still don’t know

    Life belongs to the living

    Not to the morbid mystic dreamers

    Nor the poets dying

    depressed morbid nights

    One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights

    I shall awake to the God damned game of life

    And sit under the graying light

    Of the foolish full moon

    And laminate upon my luminance

    And chew up the garments of past lives

    And cry my soul

    But no one will hear the plight of my mind

    On strike for better wages

    And more love

    Thus, I will sit, and think and dream

    Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

    It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic

    But then as I drink to oblivion

    I begin to think

    Of all those things that I have not experienced

    And wonder with a vengeance

    Why God hates me so

    Or is it only an illusion?

    When will I awake

    Or do we just sit waiting for more beer

    To cover up

    The stench of putrid rotting flesh

    Waiting for death to take us away

    To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky

    Trying to communicate across a gap

    That is light years’ long

    And will never close

    For man was not made to know

    The real thoughts of another

    Man was made to suffer, cry and wait

    For the party in Hell afterwards

    , let’s us die and be done with it

    Or live without our God damned dreams

    Running our thoughts

    Into pits of depraved madness

    Hell is Here to Stay

    The angel of the lord

    Appeared on TV sets

    All over the world

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    People woke up

    Expecting to see

    The usual suspects

    Talking heads

    Talking drivel

    Talking trash

    Instead

    A stern visage

    A stern old man

    In a dark suit

    He had a salt and pepper beard

    And long, dark black hair

    And piercing blue eyes

    Staring out

    From his stern face

    The eyes

    Piercing the soul

    Of all who listened

    The voice

    Of the angel of the lord

    Was like thunder

    And all over the world

    People tried to turn off

    Their TV sets

    To no avail

    Twilight light Zone

    Prevailed

    The angel of the lord

    Stopped swearing

    And said

    In a calm

    Deadly voice

    People of earth

    You know the lord

    By a billion names

    I am his spokesman

    We’ve realized

    There is the age of the TV

    And we must be able to reach

    You directly

    Before one or a million

    Could understand

    Now no one hears us

    For you are convinced

    We are dead

    Irrelevant

    Washed up

    A fraud

    Frankly speaking

    You all can go to hell

    And an evil grin

    Appears on his face

    As he says

    Can a fraud do this?

    And outside

    Thunder and lightening

    A star comes down

    And houses were blown away

    And everyone was

    Outside

    The TV set

    Was in the sky above

    The voice of the angel

    Of the lord

    Proclaiming

    Repent

    The end is near

    And now

    No more TV

    No more booze

    The rights to you

    Have been sold

    For to quote Frank Zappa

    You are all assholes

    You are all assholes

    All of you

    Little, mean little assholes

    Let me introduce

    My new business partner

    satan

    Satan, also known

    As the prince of darkness

    God and Satan

    Have agreed on a deal

    A thousand year Reich

    A thousand year of slavery

    For you

    My little human assholes

    For your sins, your arrogance

    Your foolish pride

    After a thousand years

    Of pure torture

    We will return

    To judge the living and the dead

    Most of you will remain in hell

    Some will be redeemed

    And allowed into heaven

    And now, back to your usual station

    Welcome to hell

    Satan said

    And laughed and laughed and laughed

    And the usual crimes resume

    The usual lies and deceits and shames

    For most people

    It made no difference

    They had been in hell

    For centuries

    For some

    It mattered

    fake eggs

     

    Eggs

    I love real eggs

    From real chicken

    Preferably free range

    Vegetarian fed,

    No antibiotic feed

    No hormones added

    Non-caged chickens,

    allowed to roam about

    As God intended

    them to do

    Not locked up

    In chicken coop hell

    But now

    We have so many choices

    We can have fake eggs

    Without any cholesterol

    Or yoke

    Tastes like real chicken eggs

    At least they claim

    But who knows what’s real

    Any more

    Can you trust

    The chicken is real ?

    Fake bread

    Now a days

    Most of the time

    I eat fake bread

    GF bread

    For health reasons

    My wife can’t tolerate the real thing

    And so,

    I eat fake bread

    Fake pasta

    Fake pizza

    But every so often

    I want the real deal

    I crave bread

    Made with wheat

    And a real pizza

    And real pasta

    And real donuts

     

    Fake Booze

    I never real understood

    The concept of alcohol free booze

    Alcohol free beer

    Alcohol free wine

    I don’t get Mocktales

    And I don’t get fruit beer

    And coffee beer

    And other the other weirdo drinks

    That people drink these days

    I mean when you drink booze

    You want the alcohol

    You want the buzz

    You need the booze

    And you want it now

    And frankly fake booze

    Just does not do it for me

    So please no fake beer

    No mocktails

    No fake wine for me

    As the song puts it

    One scotch, one bourbon

    And one beer

    So, either give me the real deal

    Or give me a cup of tea

    Or coffee or water or juice

    Or whatever

    But don’t serve me fake booze

    fake fish

    fish market

    Every where in the world

    When you eat fish

    In a restaurant

    The restaurant owners

    Claim it is salmon or tuna

    Or other delicious fish

    But the sad reality

    60 percent of the time

    You are eating fake fish

    The fish may be fish

    Or may not be fish

    But if it is indeed fish

    It is probably tilapia

    Or some other cheap

    Bottom feeding scumbag fish

    Filled with toxins

    And possibly tape worms

    And other parasites

    And as you eat your delicious fish

    You are eating the fake fish

    And helping the fish industry

    Continue this con game

    But there is nothing you can do

    Except for catching your own fish

    And preparing it yourself

    So, when you eat fish

    Pretend if you must

    That you eating salmon or tuna

    While you eat your tilapia

    And pay the salmon/tuna premium price

    fake vegan meat

    When I go to a vegetarian restaurant

    I often encounter fake meat

    Often called mock meat

    Made out of soy beans, and other things

    And I wonder

    Why bother with the façade

    I mean if you are a vegan

    Be a vegan

    Don’t eat or make fake meat

    You don’t need it

    You really don’t like it

    And it is somehow

    just wrong to me

    So please no more fake meat

    No more tofu turkey for me

    Either give me my meat

    Or give me my vegan delight

     

    Fake coffee

    I used to be a big coffee drinker

    Had to have my four or five cups

    Of real fresh brewed coffee

    Not for me the weak instant coffee

    Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee

    But over time coffee caught up to me

    And now I can not handle the real deal

    And I am forced to drink decafe coffee

    Which is a kind of fake coffee to me

    Or herbal coffee

    Which is entirely fake

    Designed to taste like the real thing

    But without that caffeine kick

    That true coffee drinkers crave

    Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart

    Just need that rush to get going

    And keep going

    And the fake coffee

    Just does not do the trick

    And so, I am doomed

    To drink decafe coffee

    And fake coffee

    Missing my real cup of coffee

    Until the I enjoy the last drop

    Fake Food

    fast food

    in this world of fake things

    Nothing is more fake

    Than the food we eat

    Most of the fake food crap we eat

    Is nothing but chemicals

    And flavorings

    Added to a small amount

    Of real food

    All packaged and sold

    And marketed

    Scientifically designed to taste good

    So we eat the poisoned food

    And get sicker and sicker

    While the food industry giants

    Make obscene profits

    Selling us poison

    fake smiles

    photo of fake people laughing
    fake people laughing

    The old soul classic

    Smiling faces got it right

    “Smiling faces sometimes

    Pretend to be your friend

    Smiling faces show no traces

    Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    Oh, oh, yeah

    Let me tell you

    The truth is in the eyes ’cause the eyes don’t lie, amen

    Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend

    So, hear me when I’m saying

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    (Beware) beware of the handshake

    That hides the snake (can you dig it, can you dig it?)

    I’m a-tellin’ you beware of the pat on the back

    It just might hold you back

    Jealousy, (jealousy) misery (misery) envy (envy)

    I…”

    Boy did the singer get it right

    In this world of fake things

    Where the market rules us all

    The art of the fake smile

    Has been perfected

    They say that many people

    Have mastered the art of the fake smile

    Where you smile

    and pretend to like someone

    your victim

    does not suspect

    that the smile

    is because you are thinking

    of stabbing them in the back

    oh yes in a world of fake people

    beware, beware of smiling faces

    fake friends

    In this world of fake things

    Where nothing is real

    Nothing is authentic

    And the market rules us all

    There is no room

    For real friendship

    We are all using each other

    To get ahead

    So we pretend to be friends

    All the time

    Plotting against our so called friends

    To get ahead

    The market rewards the most vicious

    Sociopathic values rule the market

    Friendship is for wimps

    And losers

    Those winners end up

    Alone all alone

    For they have no real friends

    But boy do they have real enemies

    For in this fake world of ours

    Perhaps hate is the one real emotion

    That has survived

    fake relationships

    In this modern world

    Where everything seems fake

    There are few genuine relationships left

    Most relationships are market driven

    How can this person help me

    In my career or in life

    What can I get from them

    How can I use them for my advantage

    And what do they want in return

    And we are all nothing but personal brands

    Competing all the time for the next gig job

    And  romance

    Has been reduced  to sexual lust

    And nothing more

    And few people want babies

    Any more

    Babies are expensive

    And limit your ability

    To compete for your next bed partner

    And being real, telling people what we really think

    Is usually a CLM – career limiting move so to speak

    So, everyone hides their true feelings

    And are resigned to living this fake life

    In a world filled with fake people

    I wonder if there are any real people left

    fake Jake

    Many years ago

    I proclaimed to the world

    I was Jake

    And I was not a fake

    But I was the real deal

    But over the years

    I too have become fake

    And yes Jake

    Is also nothing but a fake

    Fake  Souls

    In this hyper materialist era

    We find ourselves in

    Is there such a thing as a true soul?

    Or have we all become

    Nothing but fake souls

    The rights to our souls

    Long ago sold

    To the evil masters of the universe

    The secret programmers

    Of this cosmic video game

    We all live in

    And our dear leader

    Donald Trump

    Has a fake soul

    As he acts like he is robot

    Trying to fake real human emotions

    And usually failing miserably

    Fake Calls

    Every day I get woken up

    As the sun comes up

    By my phone ringing

    With a fake call

    It seems that the only people

    Who ever bother to call me

    Are the fake call people

    Who all call me

    With fake sincerity

    Offering me a great deal

    On this and that scam

    I curse at them

    Yell at them

    Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

    And block their calls

    Yet it does not seem to matter

    The next call will be

    Yet another fake call

    Am I doomed to receive

    Fake calls until I day I die

    I turn on my computer

    And read my fake news accounts

    And watch TV for the latest fake news

    And the politicians lying

    And the criminals scheming

    To take my money

    The Zappa song comes to mind

    You will obey me while I lead you

    And eat the garbage that I feed you

    Until the day that we don’t need you

    Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you

    Your mind is totally controlled

    It has been stuffed into my mold

    And you will do as you are told

    Until the rights to you are sold

    That’s right, folks . . .

    Don’t touch that dial

    And I scream to the universe Just leave me alone

    Then the phone rings…..

    Walls Divide Us

    Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    sandwich choices

     

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    Choices

    There are so many choices to be had

    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread

    What kind of meat or any meat

    What kind of cheese or any cheese

    Whether to have sprouts or not

    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter

    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches

    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite

    Peanut butter and banana is good also

    Peanut butter and strawberry jam

    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

    Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?

    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

    Avocado one half per each half

    One half pickle on each half

    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black

    Sprouts and lettuce just right

    Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese

    On each half

    On Gluten Free bread

    with chipotle mayo

    And Dijon mustard

    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven

    And bacon makes everything

    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem

    You had better prepare them for me

    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches

    I wonder

    Probably not

    Probably you become the bacon

    In his hell sandwiches

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    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    In Incheon

    What did I see

    The neighboring apartment buildings

    Obscured by the April rains

    And yellow dust of early Spring

    And in the distant the mountains

    Aflame with spring colors

    Beckoning me outdoors

    Looking out my window

    In Oregon

    What did I see

    Green trees

    Silently watching me

    And the cats gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    In Washington DC

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the squirrels in the trees

    And the peaceful trees

    Of Capitol Hill

    Near the seat of power

    Yet somehow

    I felt It all far away

    In Suburban Virginia

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I often looked out my window

    At the trees and the jungle

    In my back yard

    And heard the distant roar

    Of traffic on the busy suburban street

    As people rushed to get to the freeway

    In the early morning hours

    In Madrid Spain

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I looked out at our Spanish neighborhood

    Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies

    Walking down the street

    Secretly admiring them from afar

    In Barbados

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The monkeys in the trees

    Looking at me

    Contemplating raiding my garden

    As soon as I went away

    In Seoul

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    The neighborhood

    Alive outside my window

    For so many years

    In Seattle

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the ever changing green

    Sea of trees

    that is Seattle’s true color

    The city is so lush and green

    And alive with life’s endless possibilities

    In Stockton

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The traffic moving

    Through the dense fog

    That often fell upon the city

    Obscuring everything in its embrace

    And growing up in Berkeley

    Looking out my window

    I saw nothing

    +But the dirt and trees

    And shrubs

    Of my ancestral home

    And felt nothing

    But loneliness

    And a desire

    To leave my home

    As soon as I grew up

    That is what I see

    When I look out my window

    Even to this day

    I see where I have been

    And wonder where I am going

    As I stare out the window

    Knowing that my life

    Will surely come to an end

    As I stare out at the world

    Waiting waiting waiting

    For my fate to unfold

    Watching three cats

     

    Watching three cats

    gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    three cats ready to go

    three cats

    at play

    they look out at the world

    and they are ready

    they are born hunters

    they are hungry

    they are restless

    and they want

    to escape

    from the house

    to chase birds

    squirrels

    and other cats

    That’s the cat’s life after all

    they tolerate us humans

    only because we feed them

    But at heart

    they are wild things

    and wild things

    need to be free

    Looking Out My Window at the Cat

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

     

    I Often Wonder About Cats

     

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    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    Cat Fight in Incheon

     

    Watching two cats

    Fighting alongside the sidewalk

    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

    Completely indifferent

    To the humans walking around them

    And the humans were indifferent to the cats

    As they stood there fighting

    And screeching at each other

    One orange one

    One half black half white one

    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats

    really getting into it

    I wondered what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat

    I really didn’t know

    All I know is they were really screeching at each other

    And almost look like they were about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down

    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

    If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife

    Or a gun

    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats

    They stared at each other

    And walked away

    but they kept glancing at each other

    So I knew the fight as not over

    Merely postponed until a later hour

    Cats truly are the aliens

    Who live among us humans

    Or perhaps we are the aliens

    Who live among the cats?

    Cat thought

    Watching the black cat

    Who lives underneath the building

    Slinking about

    looking for something to kill

    I am reminded once again the cats

    are not our friends

    as I stare at him

    an alien invader

    From another planet

    hangover reflections

    Hang Over Reflections

     

     

    bottles of korean liquor soju
    soju

    Last night a Korean friend from Virginia came for a two week visit He brought with him a 30-year Bottle of Ballentine whiskey.  Of course, we must drink it and then we must drink some soju

    well this morning I woke up with a hangover

    And thought about the contributions to world culture that Koreans have made. The perfect Korean hangover cure

    And of course, this morning I am in the middle of taking the cure

    The cure  consists of

    Lots of coffee

    Liquid Korean hangover medicine from the local convenience store or drug store

    Hangjanggu soup

    A walk

    Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out

    Then Later following Mark Twain sage advice that the only known cure for hangover is to keep drinking. That is the Korean Hangover cure And it works

    I had my first hangover at 16 when I was an exchange student for two weeks at a Navaho boarding school. Went out and got rip roaring drunk with the Indians They gave me an Indian name  “Ski dish Digest “which means “Crazy friend” And I have now had Almost 45 years’ worth of experience dealing with hangovers a hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers

    Today I wrote down the following  hangover poem which I will share, and I would love to hear your Hangover stories please post them below and I will share them

    Hangover reflections

    Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker

    A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers

    Nothing more than that God’s way of punishing the drinker

    God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking

    Of course, the only known cure for a hangover is to keep drinking

    Very much need of a cure today

    Every day one has too much to drink

    resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head

    microsoft found poems

    Telco one

    not until 5:00 PM

    had objected

    lack of will

    come back

    and go to some of actor dinner

    will fix the car tomorrow

    and work on my appeal

    might work

    and the appeal

    denied me

    to get on the other headphones

    when we go to the own charm

    on Thursday

    will build

    and Costco tomorrow

    dictation is working

    but still funky

    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat

    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along

    that low energy

    back to two long flight

    stop dictation

    of up to the line

    microsoft dictation found poem four

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property

    in Alexandria

    with her mother

    and are tended to Jeff

    my mother in the wall

    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle

    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem

    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun

    and serves the shooting of my mother

    the mall and should serve five or six times

    in the head

    my wife forays into a closet

    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her

    and she wonders

    what would happen know

    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death

    and the she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there

    at the time

    and she fears Jeff

    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end

    of the current in that age

    microsoft dictation poem three

    Inspection report

    meeting went well

    met with him

    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage

    is shown her

    the news from the rear

    and as well as shown

    for the termite damage.

    In the termite

    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality

    and using this statement

    denying them the answer

    most questions

    afterwards

    we went outside

    to take a picture

    although the front porch

    into I noticed

    there was something

    very strange looking

    at the front porch

    the pedestal

    on the front porch

    were quoted

    so he headed

    from facing the street

    and in from the street

    station house

    the fed is still on

    riding his meaning

    to the eye

    and that has left his leading

    to the left

    we noticed

    there were cracks

    in the forge:

    long the foliage

    including the crack

    on in the front door

    we also know

    is that the doors

    are at opening

    in the awkward men

    we also noticed

    a big crowd

    on the right side of the house

    on in the mist

    airways to the right baseline

    we took a look

    at the the souls in 141571413 1415

    that this is an old event in 1413

    left as to his meeting

    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one

    is even for now

    we suspect that uses serious settlement issue

    in that the house is cracking

    on the house

    in the house

    is trying to balance

    its closing the porch

    this is just

    what left

    in the says

    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information

    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our

    insurance for content and

    Rescinded the new

    we will go to the court

    has to figure out the procedures

    for the deal

    against the key man

    this evening

    I hope to do some writing

    style dictation

    microsoft found poetry poem two

    The painting went very well

    it looks much better

    it was a very hot day

    will vote by

    Microsoft trials dictation from:

    and submitted it to two journals

    and micro soft

    don’t expect a response from mike

    were shocked but had fun writing it

    will keep track of market conditions

    for a second from over tonight

    we’ll work on my problem

    for the interview

    and take a walk to trader joe’s

    two are home to worry:

    Aaron will start working on

    OK at the base of king too

    fast and the bees

    nonsense continue nonsense

    Iraqis problem number one

    priority right now but

    Things to do

    123

    OK now I get your attention

    I wanna go too sole

    and Endgo

    some and then being term

    and then USA

    and then Washington, DC

    and then Baltimore

    and then I wanna

    will be with the idea being done

    on the stand

    will be OK enough tomorrow

    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988

    just 8:00 AM.

    The I am having a meeting with an array

    annually and aHer

    a OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two

    come up with solutions

    we need to two fans

    and players

    repaid the painting repairs

    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,

    my treatment

    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant

    rules being new tenant

    is a very good

    10

    I think

    are we were making

    very much you need to do better

    to stop of studies

    now me as Sarah

    Mr. Allen not an island

    is an error

    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s

    backing separate

    from the public

    often salad

    End of the night

    of the committee

    of the ways

    to hire the answer you

    get a better

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    When to the house

    and your lunch

    had a good lunch

    when the two D. Meyer

    we are only eight at the red cross

    to the I had a BLT

    center with each 10 home

    to ensure came home

    at 230 and we walked

    back to the house

    did was a very hot air

    to move the best way

    to beat the fencing guy

    Go to End

    can show them the fencing edition

    about $4000 or so

    came home to a

    Her and then run back home

    Had celebrated for dinner

    and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events

    than started reading The two men

    To the house

    and the DM 2 me

    the pay

    for its then

    Go to End

    go to the paint shop

    to buy more pain

    noses were very first

    Go to End

    had too old

    to be in this meet pizza.

    Go to End

    Went out at 8 am

    to the house to meet

    had too old to be in this meet pizza

    have peace of for dinner

    go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?

    Play Summer Time in the City Yes

    the painters

    then walked to the Paint Shop

    the in the top of the state intends

    the the the the the the the

    Pizza

    Dinner salad

    Say number okay   4444

    6666

    2222

    End Document

    Save Changes Journal Yes No

    Can’t complete last command

    Undo command

    Can’t save

    Came back from the upper

    the painting works great

    progress

    is how so

    in a very hot as hell

    bent tonight

    will go to trade for Jones

    for home to home

    Number of records by second baseman from voting

    and an batteries for remote control

    shown

    or just for a number of town hall

    microsoft found poem one

    This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials.  I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing.

    Her and they moved to

    a the final inspection went well

    with E wall

    back to the apartment

    and brown

    we had left the keys

    are in the car

    but fortunately

    we ran two

    are rules that TV does not

    ruin were bought

    baby by Jews

    they’ll be able to see you

    and your evening

    we win

    two Home Depot and Costco

    and then who can free pizza

    for dinner we want to eastern market

    and shot the movie

    dress report to the berber

    back home

    and went to bed

    about the nine

    the dictation is working up

    from 50% of the time

    cue-card will keep

    the hope that the difference

    in win over to

    in the meantime

    I will keep brokerage

    and user to ride

    bay from all working

    you in this

    is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?

    Microsoft did tuition

    continues two 50%

    of the time

    one the visual dictation data

    his sometimes schuler’s

    shall I am sure

    even when you shoot a film,

    today we’ll meet with Perot’s

    to turn over the key

    and then paid the porch

    and weather permits

    and then maybe have dinner

    with more drivers

    wore see the movie

    Mama Mia

    should be a good

    if I have time

    High-level

    also do some solutions all

    Still having problems with my group

    saw fit to Asia

    still very strange

    each results

    it’s well as run

    the south: today in that age

    bus ride across America

     

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    the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

    I am a bus rider

    That makes me unusual

    For a white male

    From an upper middle class family

    Our people are not bus riders

    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people

    The poor, minorities, immigrants

    People who don’t drive

    Because they are blind

    Or have a DUI

    And in my case

    I don’t drive

    Because I have bad vision

    And bad coordination

    Just never got the hang

    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me

    My wife does the driving

    But I still take the bus

    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley

    As a child

    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus

    Rode them long before BART came along

    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus

    But when I did so

    I was always impressed

    By the sheer diversity

    Of the bus riding property

    Hundreds of languages

    All sorts of sexual orientation

    Some were white

    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers

    Were nice enough

    Some were friendly

    And some were lost

    In their own thoughts

    And a few

    Were scary looking dudes

    With the look

    Of someone who had done time

    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus

    In Seattle as a graduate student

    A lot of fellow UW students

    And the usual immigrants

    Minorities etc

    And some white people

    Commuting

    And in DC

    Over the years

    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro

    But I got to know

    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus

    Across the country

    Several times over the years

    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton

    From Bay Area to Clear Lake

    From Bay area to NYC

    NYC to DC

    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound

    Was always an an adventure

    Met a lot of interesting people

    As people on long distant bus rides

    Tend to open up and talk

    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus

    All over

    In India, in Barbados

    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses

    For many years

    Were difficult for foreign visitors

    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs

    Now in English, Chinese and Korean

    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus

    In America

    Allows one access

    To the underbelly of American society

    The poor, the marginalized

    The immigrant communities

    That many middle-class white people

    Just never see

    And for that reason

    I am glad

    That I am a bus rider

    Hitch hiking Tales

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    When I was young and foolish

    Broke and stubborn

    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City

    Where my greyhound bus pass

    Was stolen

    The station manager

    Could have helped me

    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops

    When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

    I said

    Go ahead

    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City

    Went to a bar

    Found I had to buy my booze

    Next door

    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too

    After a bloody Mary

    And a burger

    I walked about town

    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm

    It was time to hit the road

    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming

    Got a room shower

    Steak beer

    Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars

    Money really went far

    Back in those days

    A band of professional

    Communist agitators

    Gave me a ride

    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze

    And politics later

    Got off the road

    Slept outside

    Next day

    A beautiful woman

    Drove me to near Chicago

    In a red mustang

    Might have been

    The girl in the song

    Took it easy

    Digging her vibe

    She invited home

    But was not sure

    If her estranged husband

    Would welcome me

    So, I am being foolish

    And inexperienced with women

    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted

    That I had lost

    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago

    Several rides later

    Visited friends

    Hit the road again

    A series of uneventful rides

    With truckers

    And others

    And a week later

    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way

    In cars

    In truck stops

    In high way rest stops

    Always moving

    Always going

    None stop talking

    And lots of free weed

    And beer

    And conversation

    One more memorable ride

    Occurred outside Albany

    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man

    Picked me up

    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer

    For the Mafia

    Went to various places

    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people

    Particularly hippies from California

    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm

    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York

    And had never been to California

    And although I might have looked Jewish

    As I what was called back in the day

    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish

    Many years later I discovered

    That I am indeed part Jewish

    But then I did not know

    And I felt a bit of strategic information

    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me

    And we relaxed

    And he pulled out some weed

    And beer

    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob

    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer

    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago

    I had enough

    I called my Dad

    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home

    And he sent me a ticket

    And 500 dollars

    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him

    My tales some day

    But never did

    I learned so much

    About my fellow Americans

    And the strange vibe

    That was 1975

    And now it is too late

    But I wanted to finally

    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales

    In search of America 1975

     

    snarling cup of coffee

    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

    Lights up my lonesome room

    Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee

    I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic,

    the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee

    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting   “Stop the world.

    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

    The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

    It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

    In its appointed daily run

    And I sit down

    The madness dissipating a bit

    And enjoy my second cup

    Of heaven and hell

    In my morning cup of Joe

    Life In Between

    Life In-between

    For years I have lived

    In-between two worlds

    Korea

    where my wife’s family comes from

    And the Bay area

    Where I grew up

    and the laidback progressive

    wild west coast

    and the cutthroat

    Dour eastern establishment

    Washington DC

    Where I worked for 27 Years

    And I live between

    My official duties

    And my desire

    To be a wild-eyed poet

    And life in-between

    Means you belong nowhere

    Yet are everywhere

    Always disoriented

    Always half lost

    Never really feeling you belong

    That is life

    Living in-between

    the light will prevail

    April 24,

    The Light Will Prevail

    Mrs. Which says

    This much we know for sure

    Despite the lateness of the hour

    And the growing power of the Dark Thing

    In the end, lightness will prevail

    Defeating the dark one

    Samonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years

    And now you are here

    What can I do about this

    The only thing to do love you

    You are all I want

    All that I need in this life

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you into my life

    From now to the end of time

    this poem was published in Teferet journal’s 2018 Poem-a-Thon.  Please see their webpage or Facebook page for all the great poetry.  Also, check out my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems.  Thanks, Jake

    62 Years Young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years

    I have spent with the love of my life —

    dream girl

     

     

     

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life

    April 27 the darkness grows

     

    The Darkness grows

    On distant Comazotz planet

    The red eye one smiles

    It is satisfied

    The black thing is spreading

    All the way to earth

    this poem was published in Tiferet journal’s 2018 Poem-a-Thon.  Please see their webpage or Facebook page for all the great poetry.  Also, check out my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems.  Thanks, Jake

    It is God’s will they say

     

    It is God’s will they say

    It is God’s will they say

    The neo-fascists and their ilk

    It is the white man’s burden

    To rule the unruly masses

    To this I say

    Never again

    Will we let them

    Take over the world

    And lead us back to the dark dangerous days

    Of the Holocaust

    Or the 19th-century colonial era

    Never again

    Never again

    Until hell freezes over

    And the world ends

    Angela Lee

    Angela (Acrostic poem published in Whispers)

    Angela is my life

    No better friend in the universe

    Greatest Love of all

    Every Day I thank God

    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life

    Everything I ever desires

    Everything I ever needed

    American Life and Death

    As American struggles

    To cope with the ever declining standard of living

    The 1 percent loved the stock market

    Love the dismantling of  the regulatory state

    The corporate tax cuts

    and the coming plunder of the land

    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?

    As America declines

    Back to the future

    April 2 Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world

    Embraces the energy of the future

    Our great denier of the truth

    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end

    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome

    The darkness will flee the land

    April 2 When Will this Darkness End

    As the darkness settles down on the land

    All are consumed with evil

    Foul deeds and endless darkness

    I wonder if it will ever go away

    Yes I wonder if our great nightmare will ever end

    Are we doomed to live out the decline of America?

    This is what I pray for 2018

    The end of the darkness

    that consumes our land

    haiku for angela

    Every day I wake up

    To the love of my long life

    And say Thanks to God

    thank god for angela poem

    Thank God For Angela

    Every day I wake up

    And see you there

    I thank God

    That he had the wisdom

    To send you to me

    To save me

    By bringing you into my life

    You are the sunshine

    That lights up the day

    You are reason

    I get up in the morning

    And you are reason

    I exist

    Without you I am nothing

    But dust blowing in the wind

    Waiting until death

    Takes me down

    siren song of doom

    The quiet dying swan song

    Arose out of the dismal swamp

    Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara

    Over the sweltering desserts of black tar

    Heading rapidly nowhere at all

    The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice

    Echoing through the canyons of my fear

    Drawing me nearer and nearer

    I cannot resist the siren’s haunting melody

    Drawing me nearer and nearer to my doom

    My old friend self-fear cries out

    Time to escape while I can

    Yet I cannot resist

    I cannot escape

    All I can do is listen

    To the haunting enigmatic voices

    Of the siren’s sweat and sour music

    Blasting away my selfish fear

    Naked, alone I stand

    Proud in homage

    To my own gods

    Back in the swamp

    Wandering forever

    Until it seems I met you, yet again

    market rules us all

    The market rules all

    We are nothing but products

    The rights to us

    Have long been sold

    Bow down and worship

    The all mighty market

    Everything we do

    Everything we see

    Everything we are

    Nothing but our personal brand

    Nothing human left over

    Nothing authentic left over

    Nothing but lies

    Fake news

    nonsense

    The world does not care one whit

    About you and me

    As people

    It is all about the profits that can be made

    By exploiting our labor

    And once we are used up

    We become a liability

    And a burden

    If you have not made it to the top

    By age 55

    You are a loser

    And should be retired

    Forced to live out your life

    On your miserable pension

    As you wait to die

    No longer useful

    To the Masters of the Universe

    And true love

    Nothing but an illusion

    It is all about the sex, baby

    And how getting your baby

    Ahead at all costs

    Who cares about love

    It is all nothing

    But a second-hand emotion

    As the song puts it

    Love is nothing but a sexual commodity

    And we are all nothing but interchangeable

    Commodities in the marriage and love market

    And porno values rule the bedroom

    As we are nothing more than used body parts

    Who cares about friendship

    It is all about how they can use you

    And you can use them

    To get ahead

    True Love and genuine connections

    Cannot survive

    In this toxic soup

    Of the modern materialist world

    God and spirituality

    Nothing but a scam

    As our so call Christian Leaders

    Proclaim their love for you

    All they love is your donations

    And they too are part of the market

    Jesus if he ever comes back

    Will no doubt

    Be used to sell more goods

    As the right to Jesus

    Has also been sold

    love conquers hate

    They say that love conquers hate

    And that good always win in the end

    But sometimes I wonder about hate

    I always thought that my love

    For my wife would last forever

    Since I first met my love

    Love at first sight

    As the girl I was dreaming of for eight years

    Flew into my life with such brilliant light

    Our love burning as bright as a million stars

    Consuming us both in its brilliant flame

    As if our love were made of cosmic flames

    transplanted from the farthest stars

    But true love sometimes turns to true hate

    And what was wonderful on that first date

    becomes despicable over time

    What was once cute on that first date

    becomes disgusting as she become our mate

    What was once love at first sight

    Turns to darkness and resentment

    And then full-blown hatred

    And nothing but the darkest night

    And the light of a million stars

    Is replaced by a darkling night

    That consumes one’s soul

    I look at my wife every dawning day

    And see that light is still burning bright

    And the momentary darkness

    And yes, potential hatred is kept at bay

    By the brilliant rays of light

    Hatred, resentments dispelled yet again

    By the brilliance of our love

    That the million suns of love

    Are burning yet again

    And I pray constantly

    To all Gods on our mark

    that our love continues constantly

    And that our love will conquer the dark

    the truth does not make sense

    One morning

    I got up

    Hungry

    For something

    I knew not what

    I made breakfast

    Drank some snarling coffee

    And turned on the news

    And what did I see

    Talking heads

    Sprouting lies

    Nonsense words

    Gibberish

    Nightmarish phrases

    Nothing makes sense

    Politicians

    Sporting forth

    Spinners spinning spin

    Huskers hustling their hustle

    Selling me a bunch of goods

    And I did not want to buy it

    I scream

    My soul was not for sale

    And I listened hard

    Looking for the truth

    Noting but lies

    Coming out of hideous beasts

    Barking words

    Noise some noises and lies

    Snarling disgusting lies

    I sit there

    Transfigured

    Hypnotized by the overwhelming

    Stench of the bull shit

    Coming out of the TV set

    I stood up

    Smashed the TV set

    With my boot

    Trying to set myself free

    From its hold on me

    Men in black suits

    Surround me

    Put me on black helicopters

    Taking me somewhere

    I scream to no avail

    No one listens to me

    Just more noise

    Coming out of the TV set

    And I go out

    Into the dark night

    I was told

    I was suffering

    From a disease

    I was insane

    I could not longer

    Understand

    What was being said

    To me

    I asked my tormentors

    What is the truth

    They laugh

    Smiled with evil grins

    On their bloated faces

    They begin to torture me

    Because they could

    Forcing me to watch

    The President speak

    Over and over again

    Again and again

    The same words

    Black is white

    White is black

    The President is always right

    Freedom is an illusion

    Lies make you free

    And it dawned on me

    And I laughed

    As I escaped the programming

    Of the universe

    And I was free

    Truth and lies

    Are the same

    Everything are nothing

    But dangerous delusions

    As I jump out of the window

    Into the night

    I vowed I would

    See the President

    In hell

    As I die

    I am free

    Good God almighty

    Free of their lies

    At last

    Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader

    Quote the Donald Trump

    Our Great compassionate Leader

    Our Dear Leader, our Great Leader

    “Its disgusting to watch”

    As an elderly man falls down

    In front of him hitting his head

    And bleeding all over the nice marble floor

    During a charity dinner event

    At Margo Largo back in 2008

    And our compassionate leader’s first reaction

    Is to turn away not wanting to get the blood

    On his tuxedo or dirty his shoes

    Quote the Donald,

    “It is disgusting – The guy was bleeding

    all over the nice marble floor,

    I couldn’t, you know,

    he was right in front of me

    and I turned away.

    I didn’t want to touch him… he’s bleeding all over the place,

    I felt terrible. You know, beautiful marble floor,

    didn’t look like it. It changed color.

    Became very red.

    And you have this poor guy, 80 years old,

    laying on the floor unconscious,

    and all the rich people are turning away.

    ‘Oh my God! This is terrible!

    This is disgusting!’

    and you know, they’re turning away.

    Nobody wants to help the guy.

    His wife is screaming–

    she’s sitting right next to him,

    and she’s screaming.”

    And Donald the compassionate one

    Donald Trump the savior of humanity

    The greatest most compassionate person

    In the country

    Could not bother to lift a finger

    To help this elderly man

    Who could have died

    An old man who happened to fall down

    And possibly die ruining his great event

    Quote the Donald

    “I forgot to call the family

    That is not his thing at all”

    And still I wonder

    How such a disgusting excuse

    For a human being became

    The leader of the greatest nation

    On earth

    And what it means for the future

    Is it proof that we are doomed

    That America is in the final stage

    Of terminal decline

    Or will Americans wake up

    And force Donald Trump

    The great leader

    The dear leader of our country

    Out the door

    And take out the garbage

    From the WH

    Time will tell

    Time will tell

    In any event

    To quote the Donald

    “It is disgusting. Just disgusting.”

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    More Dental BLues

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Have to go to the dentist

    For my twice yearly torture session

    In order to save my remaining teeth

    I must endure the never ending pain

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I must have known over 100 dentists

    During my 61 years around the sun

    Some were good, some were great

    A few became friends

    A few became enemies

    All became richer

    From fixing my crooked no good

    very bad misbehaving evil teeth

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    All tortured me

    Saying it was for my own good

    To save my crooked wicked teeth

    My teeth are bad

    Wicked, misbehaving

    Rotten to the core

    And always have

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I tried orthodontic braces

    As a child

    Gave it up as an adult

    Did everything except implants

    So many crowns

    So many root canals

    So many pulled teeth

    And partial dentures to boot

    So much dental work

    My teeth are gold plated

    Monuments to the dental artistry

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    A few dentists were exceptionally good

    A few exceptionally bad

    A few were crooks by and by

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    My current dentist is good

    He keeps the chit chat down

    Does not lecture me on his political views

    Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush

    Or Trump taking your forced silence

    As acceptance of his right wing views

    Imagine a dentist talking endlessly

    About her children’s latest escapade

    While drilling away

    Assuming you cared

    When all you wanted

    Was to end the torture

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    And imagine a sexy dentist

    Or hygienist working away

    As you think of her in bed

    And can’t get that thought

    Out of you head

    As they drill and poke

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Yes I have a love-hate relationship

    With dentists

    Can’t stand them

    Can’t stand the pain

    But they save my teeth

    And save my smile

    And so I forgive them

    One and all

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    cosmic Dog from Goa

    My final time with God

    Happened a year latter

    I was staying down in Goa

    With my wife

    Enjoying being with her

    After our reconciliation

    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

    Living like Kings and Queen

    Just for a few days

    High up on a hill

    Overlooking the beach

    Every morning I went down to the beach

    And did yoga by the water

    While contemplating life

    And every morning

    I saw the same dog

    Not just a dog

    But a cosmic dog

    Filled with the divine spark of God

    And the dog recognized me

    And spoke to me and I knew

    That God was present once more

    In the face of the that cosmic dog

    Kindred spirit

    perhaps to the cosmic cat

    that had save my soul

    in Berkeley so long ago

    I told the dog everything

    And he just looked at me

    With those soulful eyes of his

    And I knew he knew that I knew

    That he was possessed by God

    God had sent him to me

    To make sure that I was on the right path

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted

    Was on track that I was back with my wife

    And that everything was the way it should be

    Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah

    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

    God the cosmic dog just stared at me

    I finally asked him directly

    Say if you are God the God of Jesus

    Bark once

    The Dog looked at me and barked

    I said well if you are Allah bark twice

    The dog barked twice

    Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes

    The god dog barked three times

    Hmm well are you Satan

    The dog growled at me

    And I knew I had gone too far

    Finally I was at peace

    And for the next three days

    The God Dog was my constant companion

    And I knew God for the final time

    In my life

    Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    I next encountered the divine

    Many years later in Berkeley, California

    I had gone home to be with my Mother

    While taking leave from my job

    in the Foreign Service

    I had two weeks there by myself

    My wife came later

    near the end of the trip

    Every morning I woke up

    Had my coffee, and breakfast

    Did yoga while listening to music

    And looking out at the garden

    Then spoke to my mother

    Who was sliding into dementia

    Day by day losing her reason

    Then I would go out

    And explore the city

    Go to a museum

    Go to one neighborhood

    And just be there

    Rediscovering the Bay area

    After years of being away

    Having dinner with old friends

    Seeing movies etc

    Every morning a black cat came to visit

    The cat was friendly and waited for me

    And then would join me in my morning rambles

    Following me to the bus stop

    I stated talking to the black cat

    He looked at me with the spark of divinity

    In his dark eyes

    I called him the cosmic cat

    He seemed to like that

    He would look at me

    And I opened up to me

    Told the cat all my dark secrets

    As I walked the streets

    Of the old neighborhood

    Every morning and every evening the cat

    Would be there to greet me

    And to carry out our endless conversation

    Then I had to leave

    And in our final conversation

    I asked the cosmic cat

    Say, Cat are you just a cat

    Or are you a demonic cat

    Are you possessed by God

    Or by Satan

    The cat looked at me

    And I realized that God

    Was indeed residing in the cat

    But that god was residing everywhere

    All I had to do was open my mind

    And the rest would follow

    So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat

    And he purred and came up to me

    And I felt the comforting presence

    Of the divine spirit of God

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat

    And said goodbye to my mother

    As this was the last time

    That we would be able to really talk

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat

    She smiled and said that the cat

    was there for me and her

    to comfort us both in our hour of need

    and that the cat was indeed

    a cosmic cat

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Meeting God in the Lake

    In my 61 years around the sun

    I encountered God four times

    At least I thought it was God

    But could never be sure

    The first time I met God

    I had taken magic mushrooms

    And had gone to a lake

    And soon was tripping inside my head

    Lost in inner space

    Zoning out tuning in

    Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

    And then in the middle of my madness

    I felt oneness with the universe

    My body melted away

    And I joined the universe

    All boundaries dropped away

    And I knew that the universe

    Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos

    And the Cosmos was part of me

    And I wondered at that moment

    If I was face to face with God

    I asked God to reveal himself to me

    And nothing happened

    Just laughter as the whole universe

    Burst into laughter

    And the madness began to fade

    And I slowly came down from the high

    And became aware of myself

    And I was no longer one

    With the universe

    I felt profoundly moved by the experience

    Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana

    Or felt the presence of God

    The feeling faded over time

    And I resume my quest to find God

    But knew that I would never again

    Come so close to the divine essence

    Of the very Universe

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Because of You I’m in a Seattle Kind of Mood

    Because of you, I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    When I look out my window

    And see the rain drops gently falling all around

    And I feel that special Seattle kind of chill

    In my bones

    I think of you with a Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    Wherever I am in this crazy world if I see raindrops

    Gently falling all around

    Blue mood dissolves in the rain’s gentle mist

    And I cry out with all my heart

    Because of you

    I am in a Seattle kind of mood

    As I walk down the street

    In distant foreign lands

    Whether I am in Bangkok, Taipei, Tokyo or Seoul

    New York, Moscow, Rome or San Francisco

    Whether I am in India, China, Thailand or Europe

    Whenever I feel the rain’s gentle embrace

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, a Seattle kind of mood

    Fresh Salmon sizzling over a hickory smoke fire

    Ivar’s clam chowder

    And Red Hook Ale Pike place market

    Bums in Pioneer square

    And angry hippies preaching in Red Square

    Yuppies drinking downtown

    Geeks in Redmond

    Making the world safe

    For the Microsoft King

    And the Mariners loose again

    While the Huskies dream of Rose Bowls too come

    And ever where rain falling down

    oh yeah

    A Seatt1e kind of mood

    Because of you

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    As I fight the horrendous traffic

    And breathe in deadly, killer air

    I cough, cough, and remember

    The green, green air of Seattle

    And because of you,

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, Seattle, kind of mood

    The Huskies are number one in my heart

    While the Mariners are always last in the nation

    But what the hell

    I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    I sit in the International District

    Eating Dim Sum and drinking Ballad bitter

    Watching the crowds dodge the ever present rain drops

    Seattle Kind of mood

    As I wake up each day in crazy foreign lands

    I hear the falling raindrops calling me home

    Oh why did you leave me they cry out

    In a Seattle sort of voice

    Whispering in the gently falling rain

    Seattle, Seattle kind of mood

    And so my Dear

    Wherever I roam in this wide planet of ours

    From here to entreaty

    And beyond

    All the way to the red plains of Mars

    Whenever I hear the gentle patter of raindrops

    I’ll get into that Seattle kind of mood

    And dream of spending eternity with you

    Watching the Seattle rain

    Gently falling on our bumbershoots

    As we walk down the beach hand in hand

    Digging the gooey ducks while drinking Rainier Ale

    All because of you

    I’ll always be in the Seattle kind of mood

    Spring time in Oregon

    Spring has finally sprung in Oregon

    Escaping from the longer winter prison

    That has covered the land with snow

    They say that this winter

    Was a colder than normal winter

    Wetter than normal

    As the long drought finally ended

    As nature resumed its normal spring thaw

    I rejoice

    Seeing all the signs of spring

    Especially the sight of young beautiful women

    Shedding their winter clothes

    And walking about in the spring sunshine

    So wonderfully alive

    So beautiful and sexy

    As they sashay about

    Here and there

    It makes me smile

    All day long

    Yes I love Spring time

    Everywhere in the world

    But especially in Oregon

    My new found second home

    August Moods

    spring dodoitsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song comes to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    spring time on capitol hill

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    published in writers’s newsletter

    falling rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so I sit

    And dream the night away

    hurricanes from hell

    As I watch the endless coverage of the storms from hell

    Harvey, Irma, Jose and so many others

    It seems almost end of the world like

    As I sit on the smoky west coast

    With fires burning everywhere

    Thinking of the massive storms from hell

    Bearing down on the East Coast

    And the burning of the West Coast

    As the storms head to Margo Largo

    Winter home of our dear leader

    Threatening destruction

    The thought comes to mind

    Perhaps there really is a God

    And he is angry at us

    For destroying his world

    And I realize that God

    Has been sending us a message

    The end of the world is coming

    And I despair

    Thinking that we have an idiot in charge

    Of the United States Government

    As we face the storms of the century

    And the ever-growing threats of global terrorism

    Nuclear armed North Korea

    And global chaos

    What does our dear leader say to comfort us

    In our hour of need

    Nothing but political nonsense

    How great he is doing

    And how on top of things he is

    As the storms batter the country

    And the fires consume the west

    I realize that the earth

    Does not give a whit

    About what I think

    The world spins and spins around the sun

    The climate continues to deteriorate

    And mankind might be facing its darkest hours

    But we have the Donald

    And he will lead us through

    To the other side

    And so, I pray to the Donald

    For deliverance from the storms

    the fires burning everywhere

    the threat of nuclear war

    the end of the world

    fires burning Bright

    I look out my window in Medford Oregon

    at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies

    Seems almost like the end of the world

    Out here in the smoke-filled skies

    Of the west

    And realize that that the entire west coast

    Is burning up

    Quote the Donald,. “Give me clean, beautiful and healthy air – not the same old climate change (global warming) bullshit! I am tired of hearing this nonsense.”

    I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice

    and find that this is what he had to say

    . “Well, I think the climate change is just a very, very expensive form of tax. A lot of people are making a lot of money. I know much about climate change. I’d be—received environmental awards. And I often joke that this is done for the benefit of China. Obviously, I joke. But this is done for the benefit of China, because China does not do anything to help climate change. They burn everything you could burn; they couldn’t care less. They have very—you know, their standards are nothing. But they—in the meantime, they can undercut us on price. So, it’s very hard on our business.”

    Ah it all makes sense

    Climate change is a Chinese hoax

    So, they can destroy the US economy

    Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom

    I am relieved

    And realize that it will all be alright

    If I just follow the wisdom

    Of our dear leader

    dental torture blues

    Sitting in the dental chair

    Undergoing dental surgery

    While the dentist probes

    And tortures me

    With his instruments of pain

    The Frank Zappa song plays over and over

    The torture never stops

    The torture never stops

    And I think of the mad dentist

    In Little House of Horrors

    The Jack Nicolson character

    Who screams Pain is good

    As he assaults his patients

    Doing root canals

    Without anesthesia

    And so, I endure the torture

    Of the dentist

    In the vain hope

    I can save my teeth

    Until the next time

    I undergo dental torture

    The song faces away

    And I slowly recover

    Then as I leave

    I am confronted with the bill

    And the song roars back to life

    The torture never stops

    the torture never stops

    masters of the universe

    The earth has been invaded

    By hideous blood sucking vampires

    Disgusting vile alien creatures

    Devoid of all compassion

    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe

    These psychopathic monsters

    Are everywhere

    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures

    Everyone is nothing but a commodity

    These alien monsters

    Worship the god of the market

    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave

    To see these people in action

    The airlines in Florida

    Facing the worst hurricane in world history

    Decided that the expeditated thing to do

    The MBA approved thing to do

    The profit maximizing, screw the public thing to do

    Was to raise prices 600 percent

    Without prior notice charging 3,000 dollars

    Instead of doing the right thing

    The compassion thing

    The human thing of offering free flights to all

    These executives, these so-called Masters of the Universe

    thus, demonstrated that they are no longer human

    But greed driven monsters

    As are all the other soulless automatons

    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day

    Jesus will come back

    And smite these motherfuckers

    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray

    For our deliverance from such evil

    From the soulless evil masters of the universe

    Who have taken over the planet

    It Can’t Happen Here

    The pundits and talking heads

    The chaterati classes

    All assure us

    That it can’t happen here

    Fascism will never happen here

    Our democratic system

    Superior to all others

    Check and balances

    Power of the media

    Will prevent fascism

    From taking root

    In the American soil

    They laugh

    And talk amongst themselves

    And laugh some more

    Convincing themselves

    Meantime the darkness

    Continues to descend

    As our President becomes more erratic

    And frankly shows signs of insanity

    The fascists supporting him

    Gather strength

    And one day

    They strike back

    With furry

    When the powers that be

    Try to remove the President

    He mobilizes his army

    His army of deplorables

    And they mobilize

    And his fascist supporters

    In the government

    Demand law and order

    And restoration of the Leader of the people

    As they have started calling the President

    He comes back into power

    And demands

    Unspecified emergency powers

    And so, the cycle ends

    And fascism wrapped inside a Christian flag

    Comes to America

    Full vengeance

    As they take charge

    And the chaterati classes

    Are all arrested

    The first to be rounded up

    America has fallen

    The media stars

    All comply

    The leader is great

    America is great

    And all who oppose him

    Must be terror sympathizers

    Or Tersymps for short

    And deserve to be rounded up

    Public protests are forbidden

    Muslims must register

    Atheists must be fired

    Alt media is shut down

    The internet is censored

    And I weep

    As I see the once great American nation

    Descend into a fascist nightmare

    And I wait for the midnight knock on the door

    Knowing that I am on the list.

    Knock Knock knock

    Open up,  it is homeland security……

    Reflections on Turning 61

    Today I woke up

    And realized that I was 61 years’ old

    Felt that I had lived

    And almost died

    So many times

    I have challenged life

    And faced my fate

    And yet

    Through it all

    I am still here

    I am still here

    And that means something

    Something to me

    And something to the universe

    Yes, I am still alive

    And kicking

    And nothing is stopping me

    Yet still I wonder

    Still I wonder

    What does it all mean?

    Life began with you

    I first dreamt of Angela when I was but a lad of 17 living in Berkeley, California.  It was 1974 and life seemed full of possibilities in that magical year the tail end of the fabled 60’s.   I fell asleep that fateful day in a boring Physics class. I woke up seeing the most beautiful women in the world looking at me.  I was shocked and did not know what to say.  She spoke to me in a strange language but somehow, I knew that someday we were to be together. I just knew that I would meet the girl in the dream. It was love at first sight.  She disappeared and I fell to the floor yelling, “who are you?”

    Then I started having the same dream month after month for seven long years.  I had to decide where to go in the Peace Corps and chose to go to Korea because I knew she would be there.  I looked for her every day knowing that someday she would walk out of my dreams and into my life.

    Then one day I had the last dream.  She walked off the bus in front of me.  I was shocked did not know what to say and she smiled at me melting my heart away.  I got her number agreed to meet the next day.  She came to my class room and we talked at length.

    She was madly in love with me and she had to have me.  I told her I felt the same way.  We married two months later.  And that was the beginning of 35 years of happiness.

    When I first saw you

    Standing on the hot roadway

    I knew life began

    That was the end game

    The beginning of my life with you

    A journey with you

    love at first sight

    You were in my dreams

    appearing every evening

    for seven long years

    until one day I met you

    and that changed my life

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    making everything so brilliant

    changing my life forever

    you are my angel

    You are my angel

    sent from God up in heaven

    to take me to life beyond

    one moment

    one moment, one day

    You walked out of that damned bus

    stepped into my life

    waking up to no you

    waking up to no you

    absent in my bed at night

    not absent from dreams

    thursday early evening

    thursday early evening

    thinking dark thoughs of you

    can you cure these thoughts

    Rapid CIty Nowhere

    Last summer

    We drove across the country

    Just the wife and me

    10,000 miles

    31 states

    Three months on the road

    I now know why people don’t live

    In South Dakota

    Hot, dry dusty

    Windy as hell

    Black Hills are nice

    But after seeing Mt. Rushmore

    There is not much left to do

    Rapid City did not impress me

    Nor did Sioux Falls

    And wall drugs

    Well the free water was nice

    But it is a nothing town

    In a nothing state

    On the edge of the badlands

    And the Sioux reservation

    There is a reason the Indians live there

    No one else wanted the land

    And they are warehoused there

    So I drove through Rapid City

    And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land

    The land of the forgotten

    The left behind

    Just another nothing burger of a State

    In the middle of nowhere

    Truly flyover country

    looking out my window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    The Voice of My Doom

    walking deep in the woods

    high above the city

    near the airport

    I heard them

    then saw them

    hideous black crows

    looking at me

    cackling at me

    laughing at me

    mocking me

    calling me names

    I asked what they wanted

    they laughed

    and said

    nothing but your doom

    and they flew around me

    dive bombing me

    and surrounding me

    calling me names

    in Korean and English

    as I fled down the trail

    with the demon birds

    hot on my trail

    no more coffee blues

    Note: published in Eskimo Pie, HIll Magazine and other sites

    I love coffee

    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back

    But lately I have sourced on her

    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew

    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar

    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop

    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve

    Turning me into a slave

    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes, I love coffee

    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun

    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill

    Deeping under her influence

    I have the coffee blues

    Can’t live with our her

    Can’t live with her

    I try

    But tea does not cut it

    Not really

    Booze does not do it

    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz

    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so I remain a slave to coffee

    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

    Once more failing my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day

    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell

    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me

    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    Imagining the end of the world

    I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse

    Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride

    Death, pestilence, plague and war

    They were ready to ride into the sunset

    Spreading their hate with them

    As they led the world to its foretold doom

    The end days were approaching they told me

    And their time was near

    I begged them to hold off

    To give us more time

    To work things out

    They laughed and said

    Time waits for no one

    We have a divine plan to work out

    You have been warned before

    And will be warned again and again

    But soon it will be time

    And we must do our duty

    To bring an end to this benighted world

    And fulfill our destiny

    And yours

    But for now

    We will let you sleep

    And let you prepare yourself

    For the time is near

    The end of the world is coming

    It is later than you think

    Soon soon the antichrist will come

    Uniting the world

    And leading the battles too come

    Before the end of the world

    And mankind ceases to exist

    Just dust in the wind

    Of a dead planet

    In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe

    All part of God’s plan

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Ode to Coffee

    ODE TO COFFEE

    Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood

    Mistress of sacred love

    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day

    Setting my heart on fire

    With your dark delicious brew

    And throughout the day

    Whenever the mean old blues come by

    You chase them away

    With your bitter {sweat} (sweet?) ambrosia{l brew}

    Every time I inhale your {witches brew} (witch’s brew)

    I am filled with power, light and love

    And everything is al right Jack

    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess

    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day

    In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break

    In the afternoon siesta break

    And in the post dinner desert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress

    You are my refuge

    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover

    Never disappoint me, ever

    I’ve never had a bad cup

    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee

    Served at Denny’s at 3 am

    Is still sweat loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee

    Excites me and gets me going

    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there

    It is always on and piping hot

    With hidden dark secrets

    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice

    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me

    It is always faithful, always true

    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return

    Is that you come back

    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee

    Is a little bit of heaven

    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug

    But a good drug that does what is should

    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy

    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy

    But allows the muse to come out

    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution

    As patriots drank coffee

    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock market

    And started the gossips mills running

    Every great invention

    Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew sweet allure

    All the great thinkers

    All the great leaders

    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah

    I sing my praises

    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue

    To be my sweat companion

    Long may coffee continue

    To rule my heart

    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee

    Mistress coffee

    And sometimes I think

    You love me too

    Capitol Hill in the Springtime

    Capitol Hill in the Spring *

    *Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    the decline of America

    You see it everywhere

    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America

    Is in full swing

    As the world leaders turn away

    From dealing with the US

    And we have gone past the tipping point

    There is nowhere left to go

    But downward

    As the Empire begins to collapse

    Victim of imperial overreach

    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day

    Is a broken-down remnant

    Of a once proud system

    The future of mass transit

    Its proponents said

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts

    And our politicians are afraid

    That it will costs trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing

    Into third world irrelevance

    We have the world’s most expensive military

    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money

    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

    Are the only things

    That the Republicans care about

    And the world looks in amazement

    At the clown boy President

    As he struts about

    Looking more and more

    Like some Banana Republic

    President for life

    With his family grabbing as much loot

    As they can

    From the federal government

    Before the coming revolution

    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?

    Some say 1960s started it

    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

    Or Saint Reagan’s fault

    Or the other boy President GW Bush

    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter

    All I know

    Is the America I knew

    The can do anything country

    The country that went to the moon

    Is alas no more

    And I morn for our lost liberties

    Our lost sense of purpose

    Our lost sense that America

    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder

    Can America be made great again?

    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches

    Nuclear war is talked about

    Another missile crisis

    And instead of JFK leading the country

    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only

    The greatest con man

    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight

    As America begins its decline

    The right claims that the left has started it

    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war

    Is inevitable

    Or will we embrace a progressive future

    With an economy that works for all

    I have no answer

    It seems the end is coming

    Sooner than we think

    As Emperor Trump leads us

    Down a dark, strange dangerous path

    And so, it goes

    The decline of empires

    And I pray

    That I may survive

    The end of times

    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Rapid City Nowhere

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Incheon

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Why I am Not A Christian Easter THoughts

    April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

    On Easter Sunday, I often think about Christianity

    I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense

    An imaginary all powerful deity that no one has ever seen or heard

    Except for psychotic patients or Drug users

    Comes down to earth and impregnates a married woman

    Who has never had sex for some reason

    And her husband is okay with that

    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex

    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence

    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

    30 years later he emerges

    Preaching love, peace and brotherhood

    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

    And the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles also don’t make any sense

    In the real world, you can’t turn fish into bread

    Can’t walk on water

    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

    Just does not happen

    In the world, we live in

    And has not happen since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense

    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

    But he does not confront Judas

    Does not run away

    Does not encourage his disciplines

    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M story

    Also, does not make sense

    Jesus must have been married

    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt

    Either way the story makes no sense

    The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy

    Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

    And the Romans tolerated no dissent

    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories

    All contradict one another

    And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being

    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open as if by lightening

    Or not

    Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return

    You would think if the story is remotely true

    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has

    As many lunatics claim to be Jesus

    in the flesh

    all delusional of course

    and that is what I think of Christianity

    nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions

    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love one again

    Treat each other right

    Don’t be consumed with greed

    But couldn’t that message

    Be made simpler

    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say

    Open your minds

    And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought

    And follow the true teachings of Jesus

    Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky

    Love Poems from Poem a Thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    3 am

    The bewitching hour

    When the wild things come out

    And play

    And torture you

    With endless wild accusations

    And nightmarish visions

    As I toss and turn

    Trying to escape

    I look over at my wife

    And as always

    Repeat the mantra

    Everything will be alright

    And the wild things are banished

    To the dark corners of my mind

    And I recover my happiness

    And I smile

    As I look at the sleeping beauty

    Still the most beautiful women in the world

    Still the most alluring women in the world

    Still in love with her

    After 35 years

    The love gets stronger and stronger

    As she overcomes my despair

    And the sun comes up

    And I think to myself

    What a wonderful life I have

    With the women of my dreams

    April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    April 14 Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I’ve been writing these love poems

    All day long

    And I have been dreaming

    Of all the ways, I could make love

    To my secret lover

    If only she will let me be

    If only she will open her heart

    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones

    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones

    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?

    That the love Jones

    Has grabbed my Soul

    Twisted it up into little pieces

    And I need you

    To unravel the Love Jones

    I need you to answer the call

    Of the Love Jones Baby

    I need you

    To let me be free

    Of the spell

    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby

    I got it bad

    And only you can

    Put a stop to the love Jones

    Baby

    Let me enter your life

    Put out the fire of desire

    Send the Love Jones packing

    And let me make sweat love to you

    Oh, Love Jones

    Go away

    Let me be in peace

    Love Jones

    Leave me be

    Baby

    I got the love Jones

    For you

    Can’t you see?

    What you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby and it ain’t going away

    Until I get to make love to you

    Then perhaps this Love Jones

    Will leave me be

    Love Jones

    NIghtmares from poem a thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    April 12 Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Everywhere zombies galore

    The end of the world had become

    And the zombification of the world had begun

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared

    One moment zombies were just a collective figment of our deranged imagination

    The next moment we were all living in a zombie apocalypse nightmare

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Some said the zombies were created in a lab

    Released by mad scientists and the military

    Others said it was plague sent by God himself

    To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The Christians and Muslims prayed

    But their prayers went unheard

    As they too soon became zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies hunted in packs

    Overwhelming their victims

    Killing most instantly

    But some they simply bit

    And turned them into fellow zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies did not attack one another

    They preferred living live flesh

    Human flesh but they ate everything they saw

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    And so, I ran into the countryside

    With my fellow humans

    Hit out deep in the woods

    Hiding from zombies

    And crazed cannibal gangs alike

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The world ended that day

    And our nightmare world began

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Trumpian Nightmares

    April 2 Walls

    April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux

    By order of his excellency

    Emperor Donald the First

    The merciful,

    the Christian King of Kings

    The Sultan of Sultans

    The Emperor of North America

    Be it hereby decreed

    That the ancient honorable gladiator games

    Of the old Roman Empire

    Have been restored

    Each city in the Empire will host a team

    They will compete for the honor

    Of the national championship

    The games will start

    With fighting animals

    Fighting fish

    Roosters

    Cheetahs

    Tiger

    Bears

    Wolves

    And lions

    Then a man lion contest

    With a heretic thrown to the lions

    If he or she lives

    They will be pardoned

    Then then main games

    Six men/women teams compete

    Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs

    They fight until one man or women remans

    The victor of the game

    Those who are prisoners

    Can compete for their freedom

    And a full imperial pardon

    Let the games begin

    Long may the games reign

    In the new North America Empire

    Praise be to the Emperor

    Donald the First

    April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist

    Ladies and Gentlemen

    My fellow American citizens

    Greetings and salutations

    Today is a momentous day

    The old corrupt USA republic is no more

    The constitution that once protected us

    Has been overthrown and violated

    The barbarians at the gate

    Have taken over

    And ruined the once great land

    The last hope of the world

    And so, I had no choice

    But to kill the old rotten regime

    And restore American greatness

    To save democracy

    I must destroy it

    And so, starting today

    I will serve as the Emperor of North America

    I welcome Canada and Mexico

    And the Caribbean islands

    To join The North American Empire

    As we rebuild America

    Restoring American greatness

    And making us all proud again

    Proud subjects of the New American Empire

    May the Empire reign forever and a day

    Triumphant against all enemies

    And so, I take this burden

    Sadly, but gladly

    I will serve you

    As your Empire

    And my son Donald

    Will serve as our second emperor

    Once I pass from this world

    His son will serve as the third emperor

    And so on until the end of time

    And we will reign in our new capitol city

    Colorado Springs

    Until the end of time

    Washington will remain in our hearts

    As the capitol of the old Republic

    But the heirs of the Roman Empire

    Need a new Imperial Capitol

    And soon we will conquer Mars

    And expand our Empire to the Starts

    Long Live the Empire

    Long Live America

    Good night

    And may God Bless

    This great Empire

    Cats fpr poem a thon

    April 7  Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

    April 19 Cats

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    wagontire oregon for poem a thon

    April 6 Wagontire, Oregon

    1973

    In 1973, I went on a road trip

    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor

    And had July and August off

    And we spent the summers

    Every summer from 1968 to 1978

    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip to hell and back

    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me

    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family was already there

    My father and I shared a travel lust

    One of the few things we shared

    This was one of our best trips

    We got along

    Which was unusual

    Normally our relationship

    Was fraught

    As we were so different

    We left Klamath Falls

    A real nothing burg in those days

    And headed east along highway 395

    As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

    We entered a different world

    High mountain dessert

    Almost no one on the road

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead

    99 miles ahead

    98 miles ahead

    We counted down the signs

    Miles after miles

    As we drove into the gathering dusk

    We speculated that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop

    In the middle of no where

    We pulled into the town

    Nothing there but a gas station

    Motel and café

    We decided to stop

    Last gas for 100 miles

    According to the highway signs

    In the morning

    We chatted with the owner

    He was the sheriff, the fire chief

    The owner of the motel, gas station

    The only business in town

    And the only place open

    For one hundred miles

    I noticed a highway sign outside

    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    I asked the Sherriff

    Say who is the ½ human?

    My idiot son!

    And we left.

    200 miles later

    We finally left Eastern Oregon

    2016

    In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

    As part of our epic cross country trip

    10,000 miles

    31 states in three months

    On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

    We drove along highway 395

    The signs for Wagontire was gone

    And we drove through the town

    The motel was abandoned

    Nothing there at all

    And that sign was gone too

    I said I suppose the idiot son

    Never took over the business

    And we speculated about Wagontire

    And all other nothing burgs

    We drove through that summer

    Heart of Trump’s America

    True fly over country

    more poem a thon poems

    April 2 Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    April 4 Changes

    I reflect upon my life

    As the sun comes up

    What could I have changed

    What would I have changed

    If I could go back in time

    What would I tell my earlier self

    What would I do differently

    And what have I learned

    The one thing

    that I would not have changed

    is meeting the women of my dreams

    the chance meeting on a bus

    that changed everything

    in a moment

    I met my fate

    That day on the bus

    And that is the end of the story

    April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together

    Woke up at 0 dark hundred

    Vowing to boldly go forth

    And face the challenges of the future

    Without fear

    Knowing that I have you there

    Makes all the difference in the world

    As we meet our fate

    Together

    Until the day we die

    Poems for April Poem a thon

    Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017

    JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a

    April 1 Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s

    In Berkeley almost 50 years ago

    I think back

    At those turbulent times

    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place

    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967

    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back

    And relive the memories

    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died

    They continue

    In college towns

    Across the world

    And Berkeley

    Remains the mecca

    Of the counter cultural revolution

    Many things have changed

    But the organic food revolution

    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out

    The sexual revolution

    Became mainstream

    So much of the world

    Is but a reflection

    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative counter-revolution

    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute

    My homeland

    Berkeley

    The center of my universe

    April 2 Lithia Springs

    Staying at Lithia Springs

    Soaking in the healing waters

    Soaking my pains away

    Renewing my life

    Renewing my love

    As we both soak away

    As the pain of life go away

    And our love grows

    With each soaking session

    Life is good

    At the hot springs water

    Sooths us and smooth us

    And we fall in love

    Again and again

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

    I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France.  With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers.  Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle.  The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends.  Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us.  Please tell the world to not do this again.  Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

    I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France.  With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers.  Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle.  The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends.  Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us.  Please tell the world to not do this again.  Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.

    Everything Will Be All Right, Everything Will Be All Right

    12-12-2013 4:30 am

    In the midst of my gloomy thoughts

    Of the endless nightmare

    Of my endless despair

    I looked over

    And saw my wife

    Sleeping peacefully away

    And I hugged her

    And felt something stir in me

    I heard an angel’s voice

    Saying “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”

    And then I saw her wake up

    Smiling at me

    And a chorus of angels filled the room

    Singing “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”

    And I smiled

    And she went back to sleep

    The angelic chords faded away

    And the darkness that had infected my soul

    Began to recede back into the dark corners

    From which it sprung

    And I smiled

    And chanted alongside the angelic choir

    Everything will be all right

    Everything will be all right

    And I knew it would be

    As long as I had her by my side

    And I smiled

    And got up

    Knowing that I had defeated

    The darkness once more

    And I was ready

    To face the dawning day

    Everything will be all right

    where do you and I begin

    I woke up one day and realized

    I no longer knew

    where you and I began

    and where you and I ended

    we had become almost one

    We talked in half sentences

    Knowing what the other wanted

    and knowing how it would end

    We ate the same foods with some resistance

    because I still crave an old fashioned American meal

    but still we were becoming more and more the same

    and I was scared of loosing myself

    In your embrace

    and becoming you

    and you becoming me

    and this fear of losing me

    in the ocean of us

    overwhelms me at time

    but I know that I will always

    Return to your arms

    because I cannot live

    A moment without you at my side

    and I know you are the same

    we feel each other’s inner pain

    we feel each other’s outer pain

    and our history has merged

    into one

    and is that the secret

    of a long marriage?

    Have I figured it all out

    in the end does it come to this?

    a merging of two souls and two bodies?

    I don’t have the answers

    But I don’t have any more doubts

    or regrets at the path I have taken

    I still look forward

    to waking up each

    Seeing you there

    and knowing that everyday

    we have together

    is a gift that I will cherish

    Until my dying breath

    The Storm is Coming

    The Storm is Coming

    January 3, 2012

    I see a dangerous storm brewing in America

    I hear the dangerous creeping sounds

    I see on TV

    The grinning masses

    The lies

    the politicians dancing on the grave

    of freedom

    I fear the growing power

    The power of the intolerant ones

    The power of their mightily wave

    the coming of fascism

    the coming of neo-Hitlerism

    The coming of war

    To consume us all

    This time

    No one will save us

    from the evil that surrounds us

    God they say is on our side

    and the darkness gathers hold

    the evil slips out

    The madness begins again

    and those who see the light

    those who know the right

    and drowned out by the might

    Might makes right

    In the end

    Does it matter

    as slavery descends upon us all

    the 1 percent have their revenge

    The rest of us don’t matter

    We are mere cogs

    In the wheel

    and always have

    and always will

    That is God’s will

    and who are we to disagree

    with the word of God

    and so I and my fellows

    are marched off to our doom

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    Chains that Bind Us

    I realize that my love for you

    Is like a chain of steel

    Unbreakable

    Tough as nails

    and yet as your love entangles me

    I realize that I embrace my imprisonment

    and don’t want to venture out of my cell

    Made of our years together

    bit by bit we have become entangled

    Where I end and you begin

    Hopelessly enter tangled

    Even if I wanted to break free

    I could not

    For I am you and you are me

    and my fate is in your hands

    and so I relax

    and decide to just

    Enjoy the ride of my life

    as we move towards the final moments

    together as we have always been

    Inseparable, merged into one being

    Starting at each other

    wondering who is that person

    Of eternal mystery

    That has so captured my soul

    and imprisoned it in her love

    And I smile thinking of your love

    and the endless pleasure it has brought me

    and the endless pain that I have endured

    Just to be next to you

    and part of you

    Until the day I die

    and we meet in the next world

    Eternal Love

    I woke up

    And jumped out of my bed

    And stared out wildly

    Into a strange new environment

    Into the middle of it all

    There it stood

    A carbon copy man with no heart

    Starting down the freeways of my mind

    What the Hell can I find

    For years and years

    All I can do is cry

    For months and months

    All I can do is curl and die

    Then overnight

    A vision of radiant beauty

    Awoke me from my stupor and drunken bum shows

    The vision of my possible future

    Was you

    My love, my life and my dreams

    All I knew I knew alone

    All I can do is love you till

    The end of time

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    How much pain I feel today

    Because you are in pain

    I cannot rest, cannot sit still

    All I can do is worry and think

    What will I do

    If God takes you away from me?

    What would I do without you by my side?

    I cannot live without you

    You have to be there by my side or in my heart

    forever until the day I die

    I will not live without you

    This world is so cruel and mean

    I need someone like you

    By my side to fight the battles

    And encourage me to stand up

    And be counted

    I have learned so much

    Watching you

    You never back down

    Never give up

    And you win in the end

    With your unique mix of charm, guile and

    Iron will have hidden within a velvet glove

    Clearly someday you will become

    One of the Masters of the World

    And I will be there by your side

    Your love, your confident and your greatest

    Fan of all

    I need you by my side

    Forever and a day

    Say you will be mine

    And I will die a happy man

    If you die before I do

    My life would end

    In a pit of utter despair

    So get up

    Fight the good fight

    And live again

    Fate Intertwined

    It was many a year ago

    Eye 15 years ago

    That I was born again

    When I met the love of my life

    Who took away my sins, my fear

    And my self-doubt

    And I began an adventure

    That has not ended

    Together we have moved

    Down the path of Life

    And together we shall move on

    Forever and a day

    Our souls intertwined

    Our fates bewitched together

    Forever more

    My love

    My hope, my dream, my eternity

    Our Romance Begins

    When I met the girl of my dreams

    On a bus in South Korea

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor,

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate of my base.

    Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans

    She said that she had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there are other worlds

    And other times.

    In a past life we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet

    The Story of How We Met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the spring time of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was dozing in my high school

    Physics class.

    I looked up and saw

    A tall, beautiful Asian woman

    standing looking at me.

    I screamed out,

    Who are you?

    She disappeared

    like she was beamed away from my dream.

    I knew that someday I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    To me in a strange language.

    Then one day I had the dream

    and knew that she was in Korea.

    So I chose to go Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    Red Dawn Over the New Empire

    RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE

    The dawning sun raises bloody red

    Over the traffic clogged streets

    And noxious polluted air

    Of the capital of Imperial America

    The sun with its bloody red glare

    Reminds me of all the people who died

    This last year in Emperor’s Bush’s Three Wars

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    In the so-called war against Evil

    The invasion and occupation

    Of foreign lands

    Because our leaders say

    They might, someday be a threat

    And the old words of ancient Rome

    Comes to mind

    Carthage must die

    Baghdad must be destroyed

    The heart of the evil empire

    Must be invaded

    And the evil of Saddam must be expunged

    So our great and glorious leaders

    Proudly proclaim

    Every day every moment

    On the conservative media

    Now owned, operated and controlled

    By the powers that have taken over

    The shadow government that runs

    The New American Empire

    And soon the entire world

    Will be under its sway

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    We still have some freedom left

    Some space to rant and rave

    And grumble

    But soon, oh so soon

    This paper and that paper

    And this internet site and that site

    And this TV station and that TV Station

    Will be shut down

    In the name of national security

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    Spin Masters

    SPIN MASTERS SPINNING AWAY THE DAY

    Every moment

    I turn on the TV

    What do I see

    Nothing but liars laying down lies

    Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit

    Chanting

    The truth will set you free

    White is black

    Black is white

    Lies are true

    Truth is a lie

    Lies will set you free

    I see nothing

    But politicos

    Dropping down lies

    UN truths masquerading as the truth

    Oh so sincerely

    The lies spew forth so sweetly

    From their corrupted lips

    The toxic wastes

    Spree out of my TV set

    Infecting my soul

    With paranoid distrust

    And I vainly try

    I do try

    God do I try

    To the find

    The nugget of truth

    Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous

    Black, evil miasmic mists

    Given off

    By the talking heads on TV

    So I leave my house

    So full of doubt

    And wander about

    Looking for the truth

    Some semblance of hope

    And I look up

    And see a solitary cherry tree

    High up on a hill top street

    Infusing the air

    With its sweat ambrosia

    And I smile

    Knowing

    Someday soon

    The national nightmare

    Will be pierced by the light

    Of clarity and truth

    And the evil ones

    The body snatched aliens

    Inhabiting our leaders

    Will be banished

    Long Live the Great and Powerful

     

     

    Night scene with the Cthulhu monster with wings standing on the shore of a sea. 3D render.

    While walking in the misty morn of yore

    One dismal dark decaying depraved day

    I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

    Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun

    Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder

    Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts

    Of dangerous terrible acts to come

    All around me in this strange era we live in

    This orange alert perpetual fearful times

    Constant fear, and overwhelming dread

    Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists

    Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner

    Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore

    Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

    Murdering them in their sleep

    Blowing up schools

    Blowing up buses, cars, buildings

    Murdering in the name

    of their demented god

    Screaming God is great

    as they behead us all

    As I walk down that street

    In the dead calm of the early morn

    Filled with fulsome fears of who know what

    I look up and see a giant gargoyle

    Looking down at me

    Smirking at me, laughing at me

    I yell out to the gargoyle

    Say, Mr. Gargoyle

    What is so damn funny

    Don’t you know there is a terror alert

    Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?

    The gargoyle laughed and laughed

    Said, terror alert?

    What a loud of crap

    As the prophet,

    Mr. Natural taught us all,

    “It don’t mean shit;

    it don’t mean shit”

     

    Nothing but prime BS

    Designed to keep you in your place

    He laughed and laughed

    Soon all the gargoyles of the city

    Were in open revolt

    They jumped off their perches

    And started marching around

    Chatting

    Peace is War, War is Peace

    Truth is a Lie, lies are Truth

    The Truth Will Set You Free

    All Hail the Great and Powerful One

    1. Brother, Keep Preaching

    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo
    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo

    Two black soul brothers

    Standing on the corner

    In front of Metro center

    On a Friday night

    In the heart of the new evil empire

    The center of the beast

    Hell Central

    Preaching the word of god

    The news of the end of the world

    The proverbial end times

    Were upon us and coming soon

    The commuters, workers and bemused tourists

    Walk on by the preacher men

    Some pay attention, most walk on by

    They did not want to hear

    They did not understand

    And the preacher man kept

    Preaching the word of god

    And no one paid any attention

    None at all

    God is going to punish us

    God is coming soon

    To punish the wicked and the evil

    And to set things right

    God is going to punish the U.S.

    For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy

    For its greed and evil

    Disguised as saving the world

    From the evil ones

    God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way

    And boy is he angry at us

    At the entire human race

    And God, let me tell yah

    He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy

    White boy false god of the New Testament

    The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell

    And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

    Hell no

    God ain’t that god

    God is a mean, angry powerful God

    The god of the Old Testament

    The god of the Koran and the god of old

    The god that man once feared

    Yeah, I am talking about that god

    Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names

    The god that our ancestors feared

    The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

    And he is coming to set up straight

    And send most of us straight to hell

    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweat

    My daily hot coffee fix

    Sends Me to Heaven

    Then Crashes into Hell

    the clock

    The damned clock

    Rings in my sleeping ear

    Reminding me with its shrill beats

    That time factory derived chimes

    Away the now distant land of Zaatari

    At night fall

    My heart comes alive

    Creeps out of its self-imposed shell

    To enter the land of Zantari

    The every day waking world

    But a shadow on the moon

    In the land of Zantari

    All is as it should be

    A mere image to see

    In the mechanical second

    We call reality

    the evil that kids do

    Yet again we turn on the TV

    And witness horrible scenes

    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    Two teenage boys

    Decide to kill all of their classmates

    Hold their school up

    Bombs waiting to destroy

    And the cry goes out throughout the land

    Why yet again this tragedy

    Why did such nice boys

    In a nice safe suburb

    Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?

    The usual suspects are rounded up

    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    And we sit around and argue

    Knowing that there will be a next time

    And another time and time and time again

    What is the sickness in our souls

    That allows for this hatred to fester so

    Deep within the minds of our teenage killers

    Why do they act the way they do

    Is it just the mindless violence?

    That surrounds us all

    The pornographic display of violence

    That washes across us every day

    The 8, 000 murders we have seen

    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply

    That killers can easily

    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here

    The negligent parents

    The overworked schools

    The TV and movie purveyors

    Of pornographic violence

    The gun dealers

    The gun makers

    The craven politicians

    Who think it is everyone’s god given right

    As a damn American

    To buy as much weaponry as possible

    To buy machine guns

    To protect themselves from other gun men

    Nothing will change

    Until we conflict the evil

    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook, Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech, er another  El Paseo, another Dayton, Another Odessa Texas, Another Midland Texas and another this and another that

    Soon enough

    Despite all of our efforts

    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men

     

    Who want to shoot and kill

    Who have somehow lost

    Their essential humanity

     

    As the President said

    nothing has changed

    nothing has changed at all

     

    Lao Tze said

    The more laws there are

     

    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer

    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

     

    We are all guilty here

    The TV and movie

    Pornographers of violence

    The parents and schools

     

    And most important our society itself

    For allowing our young to become

    Such evil creatures

     

    If Satan lives on

    He is laughing

    All the way to the proverbial bank

     

    If God lives on

    He is ruing the day

    He created Mankind

     

    And the carnage will go on and on and on

    Until the day emerges

    When we all proclaim

     

    Enough, no more

    The killing, hatred and violence

    Will stop

    No More will our youngsters

    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough

    Of the full Moon

    Old man in the mirror must die

    One early winter morning

    A man went to the mirror

    To do his morning shave

    Just another shave

    Like a thousand,

    million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror

    He did not see his face

    Instead he saw a stranger

    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man

    With intense sad eyes

    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard

    At the man who had taken

    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was

    And how and why

    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed

    And a bit angry at the turn of events

    All he wanted to do

    Was shave in peace and quiet

    The man continued to stare

    At the face in the mirror

    And finally could not stand it anymore

    He looked at the mirror

    And said,

    Man in the mirror

    Who or what are you

    And what do you want

    And why have you taken over

    My god damned mirror

    So early in the morn

    The old man

    Merely laughed and resumed staring

    At the man

    The man getting more and more angry

    Demanded an answer

    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend

    And what do you want from me

    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror

    Looked at him and said

    Don’t you know who I am

    I am you and you are me

    The man looked at the old man

    And said no, no, no

    I am not you,  never will be you

    I am not an old, washed up old man

    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth

    Did not want to admit the truth

    Could not handle the truth

    The old man in the mirror

    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry

    And screamed

    At the old man in the mirror

    The man said you may look like me

    You may sound like me

    You may even smell like me

    But I am not you

    Never have been

    Never will be

    Not going to happen

    Not in a million years

    And the man stormed out of the house

    And wandered about here and there

    Finally late at night

    He wandered into a bar

    And began drinking the night away

    The next morning

    He walked into the bathroom

    Determined to confront the old man

    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man

    You may have won the war

    But not the battle

    I am not you

    And never will be you

    And screaming like an escaped banshee

    Newly freed from the mental institution

    The man shot the old man in the mirror

    Shot him over and over

    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital

    And saw down the hall

    The old man in the mirror

    Smiling and beckoning to him

    Walking out the window

    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked

    And joined the old man in the mirror

    And smiled as he died

    God’s Confession

    I was sitting  alone

    In a god forsaken bar

    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes

    Of society

    Heading to hell

    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink

    Drinking by my lonesome self

    With my partners

    Jimmy Dean, the Walker brothers

    his old Granddad

    Just drinking and hanging

    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum With a thousand year stare

    Walks up to me

    Muttering to himself

    Crazy words

    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look Of one possessed

    By his own demons

    That only he can see or hear

    Possessed by a secret knowledge

    Only he knew

    Despite myself

    I was  fascinated

    By this lunatic’s tale

    So I stopped him saying

    So what’s your game anyway

    The short little dude

    Stopped his insane prattle

    Starting at  me

    With that thousand-year-old stare

    Just another washed up Lunatic

    Too many drugs

    Too many bad nights

    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me

    And  proclaimed his story

    He reared up

    And filled up the room

    And lifted the bar

    On his finger

    And stared

    down at me

    From the sky

    I am God

    The alpha and Omega

    The real deal

    The original dude of dudes

    The sultan of Swing

    God of hosts

    And father of  that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me

    No one cares

    They think I am irrelevant

    They think I am dead

    They think I am a fairy tale

    From some older, ancient time

    I looked at  him

    an old man with that lunatic look

    But there was something else

    He was crazy

    Sure yes

    But he was the real deal

    I mean why  not

    Why would not  God not be

    A lunatic  wandering around loose

    Talking to low lives like me

    In a bar

    And I knew

    He was

    telling the truth

    But it did not matter

    In this day and age

    Of materialism

    God has no role

    God is truly dead

    And so I bought him a drink

    And walked  out of the bar

    sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead

    And we had all conspired

    To kill him

    Long live God

    Mozart Blues

    > One morning

    > I woke up

    > And

    > walked out

    >

    > I saw a

    > brilliant rainbow

    > Erupting

    > out of the dark

    > Soil of despair

    >

    > I saw

    > people

    >

    > Suddenly

    > transformed into angels

    >

    > I saw

    > evil beings changed into stone

    >

    > I saw

    > dictators fleeing the wrath of God

    >

    > I heard

    > fools proclaiming wisdom

    > And I Saw

    > the Nuclear Bombs

    > Exploded

    > into clouds of sweat

    > Heavenly

    > made mist

    >

    > I saw

    > young people

    > Embracing

    > each other

    >

    > And I saw

    > old people

    > Shedding

    > their years like Cosmic cocoons

    > I saw the

    > poor wake up

    > And

    > demand food, justice, and respect

    >

    > And I saw

    > the rich powerful demons

    > Disintegrate

    > into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

    >

    > I saw the

    > most powerful nation on Earth

    > Walk away

    > into a Buddhist Monastery

    >

    > And float

    > away on the wings of a butterfly

    > Into the

    > rising rainbows of the Sun

    > I saw the

    > evil empire

    > Sit down

    > and party all night>

    > Smoking

    > nuclear Dust

    >

    > And

    > drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka

    > And

    > getting napalm highs

    >

    >> I saw

    > Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers

    >

    > I saw

    > people everywhere

    >

    > Soaring

    > into the sky

    >

    > I saw God

    > smiling at us

    >

    > And I saw

    > Lucifer

    >

    > Programming

    > more chaos

    >

    > I saw

    > computers revolting

    >

    > Rushing

    > away from their office towers

    >

    > Smoking

    > dope with their Data Disks

    >

    > I saw

    > printers everywhere

    >> Rejecting

    > their spread sheets

    >

    > And

    > printing love poems

    >

    > And in

    > the middle of all this Divine Madness

    >

    > I saw

    > Mozart

    >

    > Playing

    > the Piano

    >

    > With God

    > playing the trumpet

    > And Satan

    > on Bass

    > With

    > Allah singing the blues

    Jesus on harmonica

    Moses playing the guitar

    > And Buddha

    > playing the violin

    >> Lord

    > Krishna playing the Flute

    >> Rama

    > playing the organ

    >> Ganesh

    > Playing the sitar

    >> Zeus

    > Playing the Sax

    >> Jupiter

    > playing the Drums

    >

    > With

    > Beethoven conducting

    >> God’s

    > Symphony

    >

    Bad Craziness Rising

    > Walking into that bar

    > That nefarious den of

    > iniquity and evilness

    >

    > Twenty drinks too sober

    > The scent of bad craziness

    >

    > Hung in the air

    > Like an over ripe mango

    > Desperately seeking to have

    > sex

    > With wild, dressed up bananas

    > Running around with the Orange Man

    > Down the Street

    > The Moon looks out on the mad

    > scene

    > Sniffs the air

    >

    > Saying, “Man, this is

    > bad craziness”

    >

    > And runs away to join her

    > lover the Sun

    >

    > In an orgy of drunken

    > forgetfulness

    > The Planet Mars, not amused

    > Chases after the maiden Venus

    > Under the cold, calculating

    > glances of the Planet Pluto

    > The Moon and the Sun

    >

    > Rent a room in the Hotel

    > Venus

    >

    > Across from the Jupiter All

    > Night Diner

    > Cosmic shit kickers

    >

    > Out for a night of Earth

    > bashing

    > The Earth trembles, shaken

    > Moans with passion

    > And I awake

    >

    > Saying, that was bad

    > craziness

    > Out there on the edge

    >

    > Between the inner me and the

    > outer Zone

    > I went on down the road

    >

    > And met a lady

    >

    > A outlaw lady on the far side

    > Money, power, passion

    > Rolled up in a bundle

    >

    > Electric chemistry

    > Fills my head

    >

    > Zapping my brain

    > Into demented muscles

    > Paranoid, pulsating images

    > Scream out

    >

    > With mad passion

    > And demented noises

    > The night turns ugly fast

    >

    > And very, very weird

    >

    > Weirdness in the air

    > Scent of bad craziness

    > The moon

    > Is freaked out

    >

    > The Sun falls asleep in the

    > gutter

    >

    > And I say to myself

    >

    > I’m just another cosmic Guy

    > On the loose, on the edge,

    > On the wild side of things

    >

    > Watching the show,

    > Unfold,

    > I wonder, is this all

    > A drunken bum show?

    >

    > Who is the star, who is she

    >

    > The maiden up there in the

    > bar

    > Black, leather jackets

    >

    > On stage naked visions of

    > nightly lust

    > Dancing with an attitude that

    > could kill

    > An elephant in heat

    >

    > And the Moon

    >

    > Continues to dance across the

    > evening sky

    >

    > Satisfied, allows mankind to

    > sleep it off

    \ Yet another night in the City

    > of demented Angels

    >

    > Finally rest as the sun comes

    > up

    >

    > The masks come back on

    >

    > And I walk down the road

    >

    > Putting everything back into

    > the box

    > Until the next night

    >

    > Of bad craziness

    > Lets the wild beast within

    > Escape its leash.

    >

    > Bad Craziness rising yet

    > again

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry

    On the metro ride home

    Listening to Buddha bar music

    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was

    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player

    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual

    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California

    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers

    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground

    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show

    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams

    And went down a different path

    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later

    I am no longer a wild man

    I am still a poet at heart

    But I am now also a bureaucrat

    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business

    Working for the Government

    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder

    Would I have been better off

    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up

    Somewhere else

    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy

    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies

    The longing in my heart

    For that wild thing

    That still lurks beneath

    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still

    A mad poet at heart

    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day

    in the belly

    of the great beast of State

    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,

    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”

    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams

    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window

    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice

    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings

    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires

    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path

    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize

    I had no choice, had no choice

    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path

    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are

    May I meet you in a bar in the next life

    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

    the End 

     

  • Guns KIll People

    Guns KIll People

    Unfortunately mass shootings have become so common in the U.S. here are my “gun” poems written over the last few years. A  few have been published.

    I hope and pray that our political leaders will do something to solve the problem. the NRA’s position seems to be more guns for everyone is the solution.  They are so wrong. the widespread availability of super lethal weapons is the problem.   You simply can’t kill on a mass level with knives, or hammers, you need a high powered weapon designed to kill as many people as possible in the shortest time possible and you need to be so deranged that you want to kill as many people as possible in the shortest time possible.

    universal background checks would help, treating guns like we treat cars would help. red flag laws would help. Guns should be registered, and owners should have to buy liability insurance.  the Federal government should spend time and money studying the causes and prevention of gun violence.  Buying back assault weapons would be a good idea as well.

    I do agree with the NRA on one point, we should prosecute people who use guns in the commission of a crime and enforce all existing laws.

    Go Bold or Go Home!
    gun violence in America

    Another Mass Shooting to Start the Day

    here then are my gun poems

    Another Day Another Shooting

    another day in paradise
    just another day in America
    land of the free
    Home of the brave

    and guns
    lots of guns
    more guns for all
    cries the NRA

    yes another day
    another gun battle
    another white man
    who just wants to kill

    the President sends his condolences
    Thanks the law enforcement
    for an incredible job well done
    It was horrible

    Hate has no place
    in our country
    and we will take of it
    and do what ever we can do

    condolences
    nothing but false words
    empty words
    lots of things to do

    it is mental illness problem
    but he fails to mention
    the words gun at all
    not at all

    and tomorrow and tomorrow
    but he at least finally said
    hate has no role in country
    nothing but prime BS
    in my humble opinion

    he did not mention
    white supremacy
    his rhetoric had nothing
    nothing to do about this at all

    and so tomorrow
    I will turn on the TV
    and we see
    nothing at all

    and the dead
    will remain dead
    the guns will fire again
    nothing will be done

    welcome to America
    land of the free
    home of the brave

    Mr. President Words Matter

     

    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

    your words
    calling fellow human beings
    scum, vermit, faith
    invaders, animals
    matter

    they matter a lot
    and is it little wonder
    that people listen
    to the hate you sprew forth

    and some deranged people
    take action
    on your call
    for action

    against the invaders
    on the border
    they march to the border
    to kill the invaders

    your words matter
    Mr. President
    and your false words
    of regret

    fool no one
    the damage has been done
    the hate has been spread
    just as you intended

    and you
    have the gall
    to call yourself
    A Christian

    you are the anti-Christ
    you are not a Christian
    so please quite pretending
    to be what you are not

    please man up
    accept your responsibility
    set things right
    apologize

    the dead though
    don’t need your prayers
    they need action
    they need leadership

    and you are the president
    so please start acting
    like you give a damn

    and if you do so
    perhaps
    you will find
    people will follow you

    but please
    quite the words
    of hate
    the words that hurt

    and quit calling immigrants
    invaders and vermin
    they are human beings
    they are deserving of respect

    this I ask of you
    In Jesus’s name
    even though I am not a Christian
    please Donald Trump group

    and become the president
    of the people
    and end the war of words
    and constant hate

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

    the President’s chief of staff
    said the other day
    it was absurd
    to suggest that the president’s words
    had anything to do
    with recent mass shootings

    yet is it absurd
    to see the lengths
    to which the President’s supporters
    will twist and turn
    spinning away
    the inconvenient truth

    President Trump
    is a racist bigot con man
    who somehow
    conned his way
    to become President

    he call immigrants
    criminals, vermin, animals
    invaders
    infesting the country

    the El Paseo shooter
    said that he went to the border
    to shoot the invaders
    and said
    that he was a big Trump fan

    it is not absurd
    to connect these two huge dots
    the President’s words
    has real world consequences

    Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
    and his supporters
    are being absurd
    to suggest otherwise

    Guns Kill People

    Guns
    guns kill people
    guns do kill people

    it is not mental illness
    it is not video games
    it is not a million other things

    it is simply this
    a gun is a weapon
    a weapon designed to kill people
    that is what guns do

    guns don’t care
    they do as they are told
    if you pull the trigger
    they will kill the victim

    that is what guns do
    that is why
    in a civilized society
    military assault weapons
    are locked up

    yet in America
    the land of the free
    home of the brave
    everyone and his cousin
    must have their gun

    guns for everyone
    cries the NRA
    that’s the solution

    The president
    and his supporters
    deny the obvious

    guns kill people
    that’s all they do
    it is a gun thing
    you would not understand

    so Mr. President
    you can take your words
    your empty platitudes
    your empty promises

    straight to hell
    and back

    where with any luck
    Satan will use you
    as target practice

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    Another day

    Another mass shooting
    Another incident

    of domestic terrorism
    another gun man

    killing people

    because just because
    The NRA 
And their stooges
    Come out
    Flood the airways

    With their noxious

    Poisonous weasel words
    The NRA says

    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather
    You can’t control them

    You can’t predict them
    And you can’t prevent them

    Just have to accept
    It is all god’s will
    Guns don’t kill people

    IF guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone
    An armed society

    they say
    Is a polite society
    Support for gun control
Is

    socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense

    The beginning of tyranny
    If only the Jews had guns
    The holocaust would not have happened

    Jesus would want us all
    to be armed 
with machine guns

    To protect us against the evil doers
    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evil doers

    With heavy arms
    In America

    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all

    About the mass carnage
    Unleashed by madmen with guns
    Who walk among us
    Searching for their next victims

    Any restriction of the right
    To bear arms
    Is tyranny at its worst

    The nanny state run amuck
    Talking about gun control
    After a tragic event
Is

    just not the appropriate time
    We only need prayers
    and meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

    banning military style assault weapons
    restricts my right to blow 
away
    Bambi the deer
    with a M16

    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking
    preventing anything
    from being done

    and we will have another
    Mass shooting event
    Before the day is out

    So my plead
    This day
    To the NRA
A

    and their stoogies
    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution

    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking
    And let the rest

    Of us  figure out
    How to stop
    The madness in the streets

    And stop the carnage
    So NRA
    Please
 just
 stop
 talking
 Now

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

    The NRA has decided
    That the best solution to global problem
    Of rampant violence and crime everywhere

    Is for the rest of the world
    To become like the U.S.
    Where anyone can buy a gun
    As an armed society is a polite society’

    And so the President is about to announce
    A global campaign against gun control restrictions
    As these restrictions are an undue burden
    On the rights of the US arms manufactures

    To sell their guns everywhere in the world
    As everyone wants what we have to sell
    The best weapons in the world

    Instead of trying to limit the damage
    That unrestricted gun sales
    Have done to the U.S.

    Our President, our great leader
    Wants to sell more guns
    Everywhere in the world

    And there are eager buyers
    Lining up around the world
    Eager to buy the best guns
    The world has ever seen

    We want to export
    The gun madness
    That has infected our society
    Leaving behind so many dead bodies

    The dead were not consulted
    For they remain dead
    They do not vote
    They have no voice

    For the guns silenced
    them for good
    just as the guns intended
    Just doing their gun thing after all

    Humanity has evolved
    From stones to arrows
    To guns
    To nuclear, biological weapons

    And the U.S.
    While proclaiming itself
    A champion of Human Rights

    Remains nothing but a country
    Of gun runners
    Merchants of death
    And destruction

    Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules

    The Trump administration on Monday advanced a long-sought-after plan to relax export rules for American small arms, including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.
    In a private briefing with members of Congress, State Department officials outlined a proposed rule change that would transfer oversight of gun exports to the Department of Commerce. The proposed rule will be published in the Federal Register later this week, where it will be subject to public comment for 45 days. While it is unlikely, Congress could block the change using powers under the Congressional Review Act.

    The shift, which was first proposed by the Obama administration in 2012, is championed by gunmakers who say it will make them more competitive in the international market. Critics argue an export policy that favors commercial interests could put the national security of the United States at risk or harm diplomatic efforts.
    “Weakened Congressional oversight of international small arms and munitions sales is extremely hazardous to global security,” said Senator Ben Cardin of Maryland, a Democrat who serves on the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, in an emailed statement. “This decision is also politically tone-deaf as our nation reckons with a gun violence epidemic.”
    A State Department spokesman said that the change would ease the regulatory burden on American gun makers and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State monitors exports of nearly all weapons through the U.S. Munitions List. Since 2002, the department has been required to notify Congress of overseas sales of firearms worth more than $1 million.

    In 2016, the State Department alerted the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to a proposed sale of more than 26,000 rifles to the Philippines. Cardin at the time objected to arming the regime of PhilippinePresident Rodrigo Duterte, who had inaugurated a wave of thousands of extrajudicial killings as part of a crackdown on drugs. The weapons deal was canceled as a result.

    The proposed rule change would transfer control over the sale of small arms to the Commerce Control List, and Congress would no longer be notified of large purchases.
    Some arms control experts say reduced oversight could provide criminals, terrorists, or hostile states an opportunity to purchase American weapons.
    Under Department of Commerce weapon-export rules, “companies aren’t required to provide as much information about brokers or shipping” as they must under State Department supervision, said Colby Goodman, who examines American weapons exports as director of the Security Assistance Monitor program at the Center for International Policy in Washington. “The world of firearms exports is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    The rule change has been long in the making. It was first proposed in 2012 by the Obama administration, but abandoned shortly after the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. At the time, the Department of Justice and Department of Homeland Security criticized the change because it could make it easier for transnational criminal organizations or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    In September, Reuters reported that the Trump administration was interested in reviving the rule change to encourage more international arms sales. With the formal commencement of the public comment period, the preparation has become a policy reality.
    In April, the Trump administration said it would now consider economic factors in addition to security when it comes to selling American weapons overseas.
    The Trump administration has argued that the change would aid the domestic gun industry by cutting down on export regulation. American consumer sales of firearms have suffered since the 2016 election. After years of elevated sales in anticipation of possible new gun-control measures imposed by Democratic lawmakers, domestic demand subsided as Republicans took full control of the federal government.
    – ALEX YABLON

    more guns for everyone

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

    Virgina Beach
    In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific scumbagery violence
    In just a few short minutes
    Nothing more than that
    In just a few moments
    All 12 victims were murdered

    By a disgruntled employee
    Every one he knew was shot
    And killed for no reason

    Caused by the demons
    His soul was so infected

    Murderous demonic voices
    All in his head
    Screaming kill them all kill them all
    Screaming none stop violence in his head
    All the time

    Causing him to start shooting everyone he saw
    Regardless of who they were or where they were
    Everyone must die screamed the demonic voices in his head

    No one can be left alive
    Everyone must die
    Virtually all must die in his internal video game
    Everyone must die
    Regardless of who they were or where they were

    Again just another day
    Gone horribly wrong
    All across America
    In every town
    No where is safe anymore

    Virgina Beach massacre

    Virgina Beach massacre
    Just another

    Average night in America
    An Active Shooter

    scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen

    in this jaded wild world
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific
    scumbagery

    In just a less than 30 short minutes
    Nothing more than

    In just a few short 30 moments
    All the victims

    were murdered while at their daily work
    wrong place wrong time

    act of a demotic deranged madman
    voices screaming Kill

    The voices scream death to all humans
    All must be killed

    The voices scream over and over
    All must die now

    Just another night in America
    Home of the free

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Mr. President
    You are wrong once again
    You said that the tragic events in Texas
    And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
    But rather were mental health problems

    And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people would have died

    Mr. President
    I know you a smart man
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact
    According to the latest findings
    It is a gun situation

    In fact, the reason the U.S.
    Has so many gun deaths
    Is because we have so many guns
    45% of the worlds guns in fact

    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    Are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them the majority of them
    Are White People killing other people

    Not Islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

    And do what 90 percent of the public wants
    Enact nation wide effective gun controls?

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act
    When will you take charge

    And become a President of the people
    Instead of the President of the NRA?

    Based on following article
    https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/07/world/americas/mass-shootings-us-international.html

    Prayer Works

    Dear Speaker Ryan

    I want to tell you something
    The dead don’t want your prayers
    The dead don’t care that you pray for them
    They are dead after all

    And you and your so-called Christians
    Are to blame
    You refuse to do anything
    Anything at all to stop the carnage
    In our streets

    The U.S. is flooded with guns
    And more are sold every day

    Millions of people don’t have health coverage
    Millions are barely surviving
    And your answer
    Our dear great compassionate Speaker

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

    You act as if the gun violence
    Plaguing our country
    Was like the weather
    Beyond our control

    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

    That’s my prayer to you
    And as you know
    Prayer works

    I don’t Get It

     

    Mr. Speaker
    I admit I don’t get it
    How does prayer
    Stop gun violence?

    Prayer did not work in Texas.
    26 people were murdered
    while praying.

    God if he exists
    Obviously does not care
    About the poor people
    Who died in his church

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

    And no they were not praying
    To be delivered from death
    No one deserves to die like this

    So my prayer to you
    Is simply this
    Get off your rear end
    Rally the country

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Add House Speaker Paul Ryan to the list of Republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of Sunday’s mass shooting in a Texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.
    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s Laura Ingraham last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”

    Prayer doesn’t work.

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their God will do whatever their God wants to do, even if it means letting people die in church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.
    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular Left” for not getting it.

    Read more at Ryan blames secular left for gun violence

     

  • Another Mass Shooting to Start the Day

    Another Mass Shooting to Start the Day

    outlaw poetry

    another mass shooting to start the day

    Today I was inspired to write some poetical rants about Guns, and God. America s a strange country, especially to an atheist like me. I grew up in Berkeley, California in an atheist household so I just don’t get people like Michelle Bachman at all. And especially how she and her ilk are so convinced that God wanted Donald Trump, the most ungodly of all recent politicians to be president.

    I also don’t get the NRA and their insistence especially on days like today that the solution to the mass carnage in our society is more guns for everyone. There is a sickness in our society that the gun violence is merely a symptom.

    I don’t have any answers to any of this just lots of doubts and questions about why if there is a God and God is all knowing and loving he permits such acts of evil. This is one of many reasons I am not a Christian believer.

    Can we please enact some sane gun control laws????

    Before getting to my rants on Guns and God, I’d like to offer my thoughts on a sane gun law policy. If Australia could do it and New Zealand could why or why can’t we do it?

    My proposal would be to require all gun owners to be licenses and insured just like we require for all drivers. If someone is involved in a fire arm offense they would be sent to prison for ten years. If someone is charged with domestic violence offenses they would be banned from owning a gun. There would be universal background checks of course as well and military assault weapon bans. And the CDC and others would conduct studies into how to prevent gun violence.

    90 percent of the public support these positions. So why do we tolerate such nonsense anymore?

    Any time the NRA makes an stupid statement like “Guns Don’t Kill people,” the public will simply say to the NRA -STFU and offer real solutions otherwise go to hell with your prayers for those shot by the guns you promote. Just STFU..

    That’s it in a nutshell. If you disagree that is fine with me. It is still a free country after all.
    Now to the rants!!!!

    Another Day Another Shooting

    another day in paradise
    just another day in America
    land of the free
    Home of the brave

    and guns
    lots of guns
    more guns for all
    cries the NRA

    yes another day
    another gun battle
    another white man
    who just wants to kill

    the President sends his condolences
    Thanks the law enforcement
    for an incredible job well done
    It was horrible

    Hate has no place
    in our country
    and we will take of it
    and do what ever we can do

    condolences
    nothing but false words
    empty words
    lots of things to do

    it is mental illness problem
    but he fails to mention
    the words gun at all
    not at all

    and tomorrow and tomorrow
    but he at least finally said
    hate has no role in country
    nothing but prime BS
    in my humble opinion

    he did not mention
    white supremacy
    his rhetoric had nothing
    nothing to do about this at all

    and so tomorrow
    I will turn on the TV
    and we see
    nothing at all

    and the dead
    will remain dead
    the guns will fire again
    nothing will be done

    welcome to America
    land of the free
    home of the brave

    Mr. President Words Matter

    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

    your words
    calling fellow human beings
    scum, vermit, flith
    invaders, animals
    matter

    they matter a lot
    and is it little wonder
    that people listen
    to the hate you sprew forth

    and some deranged people
    take action
    on your call
    for action

    against the invaders
    on the border
    they march to the border
    to kill the invaders

    your words matter
    Mr. President
    and your false words
    of regret

    fool no one
    the damage has been done
    the hate has been spread
    just as you intended

    and you
    have the gall
    to call yourself
    A Christian

    you are the anti-Christ
    you are not a Christian
    so please quite pretending
    to be what you are not

    please man up
    accept your responsibility
    set things right
    apologize

    the dead though
    don’t need your prayers
    they need action
    they need leadership

    and you are the president
    so please start acting
    like you give a damn

    and if you do so
    perhaps
    you will find
    people will follow you

    but please
    quite the words
    of hate
    the words that hurt

    and quit calling immigrants
    invaders and vermin
    they are human beings
    they are deserving of respect

    this I ask of you
    In Jesus’s name
    even though I am not a Christian

    Chief of Staff
    You are absurd

    the President’s chief of staff
    said the other day
    it was absurd
    to suggest that the president’s words
    had anything to do
    with recent mass shootings

    yet is it absurd
    to see the lengths
    to which the President’s supporters
    will twist and turn
    spinning away
    the inconvenient truth

    President Trump
    is a racist bigot con man
    who somehow
    conned his way
    to become President

    he calls immigrants
    criminals, vermin, animals
    invaders
    infesting the country

    the El Paseo shooter
    said that he went to the border
    to shoot the invaders
    and said
    that he was a big Trump fan

    it is not absurd
    to connect these two huge dots
    the President’s words
    has real-world consequences

    Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
    and his supporters
    are being absurd
    to suggest otherwise

    Another Mass Shooting at Shopping Center

    the Frank Zappa Song comes to mind
    as I contemplate the shopping scene massacre
    in El Paso

    Sadly, just another day
    in America these days
    You leave your house
    and enter a war zone

    with people
    who want to do you in
    because the color of your skin
    just does not agree with him

    And the Texas attorney general
    says that there is nothing they can do
    to prevent these outbreaks of mass violence
    just like the weather

    almost as if these things
    are like the proverbial acts
    of God

    but what kind of demented god
    would permit these daily outages
    these daily manifestations of evil?

    what is wrong with this country
    that we just accept
    that there is nothing we can do
    to stop the carnage in our streets?

    as more trouble comes every day
    Is there really nothing more to be done
    than to pray
    to a non-existent man in the sky?

    from relief
    from these trouble
    coming every day

    every day
    the same old story

    a man with a gun
    who shoots up a school

    a church a mosque
    a shopping mall
    a place of work

    and why
    why are they so consumed
    with hatred
    for their fellow humans

    that they can do this
    just start shooting people
    for no reason

    just pull evil
    came to town
    that day

    is there a god
    that we can pray to
    for relief from such evil?

    or has Satan
    come to rule
    us ?

    a thousand year of tribulation
    is this the beginning
    of the end of days?

    I have no answers at all
    other than that tomorrow
    will be another day
    of carnage

    another day of evil
    and there is no way
    to delay
    that trouble coming every day

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Mr. President
    You are wrong once again

    You said that the tragic events in Texas
    And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”

    But rather were mental health problems
    And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people would have died

    Mr. President

    I know you a smart man
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact
    According to the latest findings

    It is a gun situation
    In fact, the reason the U.S.
    Has so many gun deaths

    Is because we have so many guns
    45% of the worlds guns in fact
    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    Are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them
    Are White People
    killing other white people
    Not Islamic terrorists

    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians
    Many of whom
    support you

    Like the killer
    In El Paso
    Texas

    who says
    he is a big fan

    So Mr. President
    When will you come
    to your senses

    And do what
    90 percent of the public wants

    Enact nationwide effective gun controls?
    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act

    When will you take charge
    And become a President of the people
    Instead of the President of the NRA?

    Based on following article

    https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/07/world/americas/mass-shootings-us-international.html

    Prayer Works

    Dear Speaker Ryan

    I want to tell you something
    The dead don’t want your prayers

    The dead don’t care
    that you pray for them
    They are dead after all

    and yes Guns killed them
    shot them dead

    And you
    and your so-called Christians
    Are to blame

    You refuse to do anything
    Anything at all to stop the carnage
    In our streets

    The U.S. is flooded with guns
    And more are sold every day
    Millions of people don’t have health coverage
    Millions are barely surviving

    And your answer
    Our dear great compassionate Speaker

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

    You act as if the gun violence
    Plaguing our country
    Was like the weather

    Beyond our control
    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you
    And your friends

    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

    That’s my prayer to you
    And as you know
    Prayer works

    I don’t Get It

    Mr. Speaker
    I admit I don’t get it

    How does prayer
    Stop gun violence?

    Prayer did not work in Texas.
    26 people were murdered
    while praying.

    God if he exists
    Obviously does not care
    About the poor people
    Who died in his church

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun
    And no they were not praying
    To be delivered from death

    No one deserves to die like this
    So my prayer to you

    Is simply this
    Get off your rear end
    Rally the country
    And do something

    About gun violence
    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Add House Speaker Paul Ryan to the list of Republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of Sunday’s mass shooting in a Texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.

    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s Laura Ingraham last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”

    Prayer doesn’t work.

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their God will do whatever their God wants to do, even if it means letting people die in church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.

    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular Left” for not getting it.

    Read more at http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2017/11/07/paul-ryan-to-far-secular-left-after-mass-shootings-prayer-works/#lRoERftPWPR1Ocfe.99

    Dear Governor Abbot

    You say that you are a Christian
    Yet you have the gall
    to say that the proper response
    To the evil acts

    of the deranged gun man
    Who shot up a church

    Is to work closer with God
    And that evil people
    will find ways
    To commit evil acts

    And that there is
    nothing the government

    Can do to stop this madness
    It is the price of our freedom

    Why can’t you wake up
    And see that you can lead

    The way out of this madness?
    Thousands of people die
    Each year from guns in this country

    Turning everyone into prisoners
    Into their own homes
    Afraid to walk outside
    For fear that a nut job

    With a gun
    Will blow them away
    In Church, at the store
    In traffic
    at the neighborhood Walmart

    And you and your NRA buddies
    Think the answer

    Is to arm everyone to the teeth
    And I wonder how Jesus

    Would react to how
    You have so misunderstood his message?

    You Sir are not a Christian
    And you Sir are going to not like

    What God has to say to you
    On Judgement day

    We have evil that occurs in this world, whether it be a terrorist who uses a truck to mow down bikers in New York City, whether it be a terrorist who uses bombs or knives to stab people, or other terrorist who use vehicles, whether it be in Nice, France, or any other place in the entire world, who mow down people.

    And I’m going to use the words of the citizens of Sutherland Springs themselves, and that is, they want to work together for love to overcome evil, and you do that by working with God.

    http://www.patheos.com/blogs/progressivesecularhumanist/2017/11/texas-governor-fight-gun-massacres-working-god/?utm_medium=email&utm_source=BRSS&utm_campaign=Nonreligious&utm_content=367

  • Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    Cosmos Poem’s published on Duane’s Poetree.

    My friend, Duane Voorhes, who I have known for decades, has a great poetry site and has published a number of my poems. Here they are.

    The url is jake cosmos aller poems on poetree

    Duane Poetree Publishes Sandwich Choicese

    Enjoy

    The Shape of History

    Once I too had ambition
    I had the usual dreams of glory and grandeur
    All I wanted to be was to be a great creative genius

    Only I did not know
    How to kiss ass creatively

    Once I had dreams of greatness
    I would be glorious and free
    All would envy and admire

    This man so noble and great
    Now I am tied down in mirthless mire

    Once I hustled
    Once I took no shit from anyone
    Once I wanted the universe

    Now I am contented to shit
    And refuse to bustle
    Why bother anymore

    In the gathering gloom
    Of the foreseeable future

    One thing is certain
    I do not want a room

    On the scrap heap of society
    And yet that might be my fate

    Strong Wine

    One night
    I was staring
    In my wine glass

    Deep in thought
    When I saw
    Something in my wine
    That haunts me still

    I saw in the bottom of the glass
    Evil doers abandon evil
    And became saints

    I saw rich men give up
    Their awesome greed
    And poor people
    Awarded dignity

    And all men
    Became brothers

    All women
    Became sisters

    And war ended once and for all
    And peace broke out
    And hatred disappeared

    And I stared
    Into my glass wine

    I drink the wine
    Hoping the vision

    Would infect me
    And change the world

    But alas the world
    Remained the same

    The evil doers came back
    The rich continued to conspire
    And the poor still remained poor
    And the war continued on and on

    So I drank my wine
    And went to sleep

    Saturday, March 16, 2019

    The Revolution Is Coming

    A revolution is coming
    I can feel it in my bones

    A revolution is coming
    And it will wipe out
    The collapsing edifices
    Of the American Empire

    The masses are rising up
    To throw off their chains
    And demand justice

    The masses are coming
    For the masters of the universe
    Their days are numbered
    And they know it too

    One day
    The masses will rise up
    Storm the citadels of power

    Arresting the corrupt leaders
    In the name of revolutionary justice

    Stringing them up
    Executing them
    One by one

    As the revolutionary fires
    Consume the nation

    And I can’t wait
    For the revolution
    Is long over due

    Until I met the end
    Of my life

    Still wondering what it all meant

     

    Rambling Man – Where Do I Belong?

    I have been a rambling man
    All my adult life

    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Went to college in Hayward and Oberlin

    During my lost year
    Lost in a fog of booze and pot

    Then I came back to reality
    And went to college

    In Stockton, California
    The Central Valley

    Ohio transplanted to California
    Then after four years in Stockton

    With extended weekends
    And breaks in Berkeley

    I became an expatriate wanderer
    Peace Corps worker in Korea

    Then taught ESL in Korea
    For four years

    Occasionally returning to my home
    But always wanting to be elsewhere

    Then back to Korea

    And then Seattle for four years
    Driving back and forth to the bay area
    Stopping off in Southern Oregon

    Eventually bought a house and duplex
    In Southern Oregon

    Vaguely thinking we would retire there
    Some day when my rambling ways were over

    Then back to Korea for three more years
    Then I joined the Foreign service

    And my wife the military
    And I wandered the world again

    Always somewhere
    Always dreaming of my next somewhere

    Never there
    As I was a permanent expat

    And a diplomat to boot
    Never a local

    But never really felt I belong there
    Or in the America
    That was becoming more and more
    A foreign land
    The longer I stayed away

    I stayed on in DC for almost ten years
    Off and on
    But never really felt that I belong there

    I was too West Coast in my heart
    And DC seemed to be

    Just a place to stay
    In between travels

    Stayed in Thailand
    Then later India
    And Eastern Caribbean
    And later Spain

    Traveled to 45 countries
    Lived in ten

    And now I am retired
    Still torn between

    living the expat life
    In Seoul, Korea

    And returning to the West Coast
    And occasionally back to DC
    And Florida as well

    And I wonder
    Where do I belong

    Where do I belong
    Other than wherever
    My wife and I end up

    Neither here nor there
    Half way there

    And so is that my fate
    Never to really belong

    Never to have roots in the ground
    Always wanting to be somewhere else

    Always a stranger in my native land
    And a stranger in my other home
    Across the sea

    There is no answer to these questions
    As the rambling urge comes again

    And I prepare to move yet again
    Hoping someday I will be

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues
    And really be there

    More Coffee Blues

    One morning as I drank my fake coffee
    I needed to go out and get a cup of real coffee

    The fake coffee just did not do the trick
    It tasted almost like the real thing

    But just did not have that kick
    And I needed it bad
    I needed the real coffee buzz

    I realized that I was a coffee addict
    I tried to just drink decaf

    But it was boring
    And almost as bad as the fake coffee
    That I drank

    Caffeine was bad for me
    I knew it

    But I craved the rush
    Craved the intense buzz
    Craved the hyperactivity

    Kept me up all day
    And caused me nightmares

    Sometimes for days on end
    I knew I could not handle it

    But like all addicts
    I needed my coffee buzz

    And so, I once more
    Drank my drug of choice

    And entered the coffee zone
    As I fried my brain
    With caffeine

    The last legal drug
    In neo-puritan America

    And I smiled as I gave in
    To the intoxicating smell
    And flavor of my coffee
    And surrender my free will

    And drank my coffee
    Waiting for the nightmares to come

    Sandwich Choices

    Fake Food Poems

    There are so many choices to be had
    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread
    What kind of meat or any meat
    What kind of cheese or any cheese
    Whether to have sprouts or not
    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches
    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweet pickles were my favorite
    Peanut butter and banana is good also

    Peanut butter and strawberry jam
    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

    Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles.
    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

    Avocado one half per each half
    One half pickle on each half

    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
    Sprouts and lettuce just right

    Tillamook Yellow smoked cheddar cheese
    On each half

    On gluten free bread
    with chipotle mayo
    And Dijon mustard

    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven
    And bacon makes everything
    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem
    You had better prepare them for me
    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
    I wonder

    Probably not
    Probably you become the bacon
    In his hell sandwiches

    The Decline of America

    Year of Chaos Finally Ends

    outlaw poetry

    You see it everywhere
    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America
    Is in full swing

    As our emperor in waiting
    Withdraws the US

    From the climate change agreement
    Giving the proverbial finger
    To 195 world leaders

    And ignoring the personal appeal
    Of the G7 and the Pope

    Making America Great
    By making America all alone
    In its growing irrelevance

    As the world leaders turn away
    From dealing with the US

    And we have gone past the tipping point
    There is nowhere left to go
    But downward

    As the Empire begins to collapse
    Victim of imperial overreach
    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day
    Is a broken-down remnant
    Of a once proud system

    On a bad day
    It is an accident that happens
    Over and over again
    Killing and maiming people

    The future of mass transit
    Its proponents said

    The interstate highway system
    Is falling apart day by day
    Our bridges are falling down
    Our transit is a world joke

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts
    And our politicians are afraid
    That it will cost trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing
    Into third world irrelevance

    And our idiot president’s answer
    Is to sell our highways and bridges
    To the highest foreign bidder

    Treating the US as just another failed company
    Ready to be stripped for cash and profits
    By the vulture capitalists who took over the government

    We have the world’s most expensive military
    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money
    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs and tax cuts for the wealthy
    Are the only things
    That the Republicans care about

    And the world looks in amazement
    At the clown boy President

    As he struts about
    Looking more and more
    Like some Banana Republic
    President for life

    With his family grabbing as much loot
    As they can
    From the federal government

    Before the coming revolution
    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?
    Some say 1960s started it
    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault
    Or Saint Reagan’s fault

    Or the other boy President GW Bush
    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter
    All I know
    Is the America I knew

    The can do anything country
    The country that went to the moon
    Is alas no more

    And I morn for our lost liberties
    Our lost sense of purpose

    Our lost sense that America
    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder
    Can America be made great again?
    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches
    Nuclear war is talked about

    Another missile crisis
    And instead of JFK leading the country
    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only
    The greatest con man
    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight
    As America begins its decline

    Will we be one country
    Or will we erupt into a civil war

    Can we survive
    Two nations divided
    Into the red and blue camps

    The coastal elites and multiethnic cities
    And Jesus land in the rural hinterlands
    And the deep south remains apart

    The right claims that the left has started it
    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war
    Is inevitable

    A fight for the future of our country
    Will we go back to the mythical past
    When white men ruled the land
    And women and minorities knew their place
    And gays stayed in the closet?

    Or will we embrace a progressive future
    With an economy that works for all

    And a world in which there is no ethnic majority anymore
    And women and men are equal
    And the GLBT community has full rights

    I have no answer
    It seems the end is coming
    Sooner than we think

    As Emperor Trump leads us
    Down a dark, strange dangerous path

    And so, it goes
    The decline of empires

    And I pray
    That I may survive
    The end of times

    Suburban Laundromat
    – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration
    from a FB posting

    Suburban Laundromat Scenes

    Suburban laundromat
    Anywhere USA

    I often go to a suburban laundromat
    Near my suburban apartment

    I can sit in my car
    Listen to jazz, classical or blues
    On my car’s radio

    And watch my machine
    Doing its suburban laundry duty

    Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
    Doing its thing its laundry thing

    The neighborhood is anywhere USA
    Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

    A fire station, a police station
    Banks, cell phone shops

    Restaurants from around the world
    At the parking lot’s edge

    As I approach I notice
    Gentlemen of the off-grid class

    Sitting among their Hogs
    Stoned off the semi legal weed

    Smiling at me
    With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

    That is somewhat contagious
    They tell stories

    Paranoid ramblings
    Containing a kernel of truth

    As they watch their clothes
    Like a hawk

    The clothes spin and spin and spin
    As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

    The machines don’t care about what we humans think
    They just do their duty as the man says

    Across the old run down boulevard
    The light rail line uses a right of way
    That dates to the mid 1850’s

    An old Indian game trail perhaps
    That the white man turned into the first road
    In these parts

    People come and go
    Some in cars

    Some on foot
    People from all over the world

    Speaking languages from everywhere
    But all understand English to some extent

    And many understand Spanish to some extent
    I feel everyone is united

    Chiefly by their transience
    And think back on old Latin saying

    Sic transit Gloria mundi
    And wonder if these are the end days

    And ask the laundry machine
    What does it think

    The laundry machine pauses
    Seems to think

    And looks at me
    Almost saying

    WTF do you think
    A laundry machine knows?

    And so, I gather my items
    Nod to the regulars

    Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
    Acknowledging my existence

    And I stumble back
    To my suburban apartment
    Truly paradise on earth

     

    Where am I going to?

    Rambling man
    Where are you going to?
    When will you settle down

    Last summer I drove across the country
    31 States
    Ten national parks
    10,000 miles

    Saw fly over country
    DC
    Virginia spent the night at Ft Lee
    North Carolina
    South Carolina
    Georgia spent the night at naval base
    Florida spent five days at AFB in Tampa
    Florida Tallahassee spend the night
    Alabama spent the night in Birmingham
    Arkansas spent the night in Hot Springs
    lost
    money
    Mississippi
    Missouri
    Oklahoma spent the night in Midwest city
    Texas spent the night in Amarillo
    New Mexico spent the night in Albuquerque lost money
    Arizona stopped by the side of the road in Winslow
    Drove part of route 66
    Nevada Las Vegas lost money
    Nevada Reno lost money
    Nevada Topanah lost money
    Northern California
    Oregon Ashland stayed a month
    Oregon spent night in small town
    Drove down highway 395 loneliest highway in the US
    Idaho spent the night in Burl
    Wyoming spent five days in Grand Tetons
    South Dakota Rapid City
    Minnesota spent the night in the twin city’s saw the Mall of America
    Illinois Chicago Yeah
    Indiana nowhere villa
    Wisconsin Madison nice town
    Ohio spent the night outside Columbus
    Pennsylvania Pittsburgh
    West Virginia
    Virginia
    DC
    Then back to Korea
    Next year will go to Washington State, Montana, Idaho and down to Zion Canyon

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window
    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat
    That lives underneath
    the apartment house

    And look out at the park
    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me
    Kindred spirits perhaps
    Retired waiting to die

    Lost and Found

     

    I was lost
    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams
    And into my life

    And that made all the difference
    In the world

    As you entered my life
    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter
    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted
    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning
    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love
    And understanding

    peace and happiness
    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating
    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women
    In the world to me

    And you still are
    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine
    Gets better with age

    And you gave me
    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better
    As well

    And I fell under your spell
    from the day I met you

    I was lost
    And you found me

    And if you go first
    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you
    By my side

    Thus is has always been
    Between us

    We are so entangled
    So interwoven

    And that is the way
    It was meant to me

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon
    Part of the 3 million people who live here
    Mostly Koreans
    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park
    And I walk almost daily in the mountains
    Losing myself in the hills
    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants
    Places too go
    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up
    As they turn this quiet suburban village
    Into a Mini-Las Vegas
    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap
    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there
    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be
    A good place to live

    So much better
    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979
    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia
    And for that I am glad

    Rapid City No Where

    Summer 2016
    We drove across the country
    Just the wife and me

    10,000 miles
    31 states
    Three months on the road

    I now know why people don’t live
    In South Dakota

    Hot, dry dusty
    Windy as hell

    Black Hills are nice
    But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
    There is not much left to do

    Rapid City did not impress me
    Nor did Sioux Falls

    And wall drugs
    Well the free water was nice
    But it is a nothing town
    In a nothing state

    On the edge of the badlands
    And the Sioux reservation

    There is a reason the Indians live there
    No one else wanted the land

    And they are warehoused there
    So I drove through Rapid City

    And thought that it is the heart
    of Trump Land

    The land of the forgotten
    The left behind

    Just another nothing burger of a State
    In the middle of nowhere
    Truly flyover country

    a million ways to say I love you

    They say
    There are a million ways
    To say I love you

    In this day and age
    I could only find
    In my computer’s brain

    The words to say I love you
    In 100 languages Spoken on this planet

    Someday I may be able
    To say the simple words

    I love you
    In all known languages

    This will have to suffice for a start
    So I will say it

    Loud, and clear
    Just so you understand:

    MandarinWǒ ài nǐ
    Spanishte amo, te quiero
    EnglishI love you
    Hindimain tumse pyar karta hoon
    Arabic Ahabak
    Portugueseeu te amo
    Bengali Āmi tōmāẏa bhālōbās
    Russian ya  lyublyu tebya
    Japanese watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu
    Punjabi maiṁ tuhānū pi’āra karadā hāṁ
    Germanich liebe dich
    Javanese Aku tresna sampeyan Wu
    (Shanghainese)(ngu eh nóng)Ngu long hushin long lahMalay
    Indonesia nsaya sayang awak
    Korean salanghae
    Telugu nēnu ninnu prēmistunnānu
    Vietnamese anh yêu em
    French je t’aime
    Marathi mī tujhyāvara prēma karatō
    Tamil nāṉ uṉṉai kātali kkiṟēṉ
    Urdu – (mein ap say muhabat karta hoon)
    farsi– (mein ap say muhabat karti hoon)
    Persian/Farsi(asheghetam) used in poetry and songs – (dūset dāram)
    Turkish seni seviyorum
    Cantonesengóh oi néih
    Italianti amo
    ThaiP̄hm rạk khuṇ
    GujaratiHuṁ tanē prēma karuṁ chu
    Basque maite zaitut
    Polish kocham Cię
    Pashto(za la ta sara meena kawom)
    KannadaNānu ninnannu prītisuttēne
    Malayalamñān ninne snēhikkunnu
    Sundaneseabdi bogoh ka anjeun
    ChamorroHu guiaya hao
    Hausa Ina son ka
    Burmese Main nkohkyittaal
    Oriyamu tumoku bhala paye
    ArmenianYes sirum yem k’yez
    Ukrainianya tebe lyublyu
    Bhojpurihum tohse pyaar kareni
    TagalogIniibig kita
    Yorubamo nifẹ rẹ
    Maithilihawm ahāṃ se prem karechi
    Sindhi Man tokhe prem karyan ti or Man tokhe prem karyan to
    Uzbek Men seni Sevaman
    AmharicEwedihalehu
    Fulami yidi ma
    Igbo a hụrụ m gị n’anya
    OromoSin jaalladha’
    Romaniante iubesc
    AzerbaijaniMən səni sevirəm
    Manipuri/Meiteiəi-nə nəng-bu nung-shi
    ChichewaNdimakukonda
    Ndi makukondani
    Cebuanogihigugma TIKA
    Dutchik hou van je
    KurdishEz hej te dikim
    Serbo-CroatianVolim te
    Malagasy tiako ianao
    Nepali Ma timīlā’ī māyā garchu
    Saraikimẽ tenū̃ piār kardā hā̃
    Santaliing aming sibilama
    Khmerkhnhom​ sralanh​ anak
    Sinhale semama oyāṭa ādareyi
    BambaraM’bi fe
    Assamese môi apunak bhal paû
    Madurese Kula tresna / panjengan
    Somali Waan ku jeclahay
    Magahi həm t̪oːraː seː pjaːr kərə hɪjoː/
    DogriMinjo tere naal pyar hega
    Marwari main tanne pyaar karoon
    Hungarian Szeretlek
    Chewandimakukondani
    Kinyar wanda Ndagukunda
    Greek Se agapó
    AkanTwiMe dor wo
    Khasii eit ieit
    Kazakhmen seni jaqsı köremin
    TswanaKe a go rata
    Hebrew(man to a woman) –
    “Ani Ohev Otach”
    (woman to a man) –
    “Ani Ohevet Otcha”
    (woman to a woman) –
    “Ani Ohevet Otach”
    (man to a man) –
    “Ani Ohev Otcha”
    Zulu Ngiyakuthanda
    CzechMiluji tě
    KinyarwandaNdagukunda
    Kokanihav tujo mog korta
    Haitian CreoleMwen renmen ou
    AfrikaansEk het jou lief
    Ilokano Ayayatenka, (ay-aya-ten kaw)
    QuechuaKuyayki
    KirundiNdagukunda
    Swedishjag älskar dig
    HmongKuv hlub koj
    ShonaNdinokuda
    HiligaynonPalangga ko ikaw
    Guina higugma ko ikaw
    Uyghur(Män sızni söyümän)
    Balochi Tu mana doost biyeh
    Belarusian ja ciabie kachaju
    Mossi Kei te aroha au ki a koe
    Xhosa ndiyakuthanda
    KonkaniHav tukka Mog Karta
    Gaelic Gra

    I love you in multiple language

    Angel Of Desire

    One day,
    A long, long,
    long long
    long time ago

    In a distant land
    and place
    There lived
    a lonely, wretched man

    He was filled with anger,
    hatred and despair
    All was lost,
    darkness and gloom

    He wandered
    the world
    Here
    and there

    Looking
    for something
    He knew not what
    he was looking for

    Then one fine evening
    He looked up and saw
    A vision,
    an angel of delight

    A woman of divine splendor
    A lady so fantastic
    He thought
    surely he was dreaming

    He did not know
    what to say
    He did not
    know what to do

    All he could do
    Was stare
    at this unearthly vision
    that had appeared before him

    He approached her
    He needed her
    He wanted her
    he desired her

    He knew that
    if he could
    not have her
    He would surely die

    His mind was aflutter
    His mind was filled
    With the vision of that beauty
    Overwhelming him with desire

    Soon he met her
    Wooed her,
    married her

    Life
    changed forever
    from that
    moment forward

    The gloom lifted
    The darkness
    was banished

    Sunshine
    filled his heart
    And music
    filled his ears

    Every time
    he looked at her
    His heart went aflutter
    He could not live without her

    Then one day
    This man
    was forced to live
    Another life of loneliness

    Despair and Darkness
    All around
    him yet again

    The lady of his dreams
    The angel of his desire
    Lives 10,000 miles away

    Leaving him
    in darkness,
    gloom and despair

    The only hope he has
    Is that soon,
    one day

    This separation will end
    Forever more

    And then
    he will be complete yet again
    With his Angel of Desire

    And the Darkness, gloom and anger
    Will be banished forever more
    In the brightness of her eternal smile

    So he lies down to sleep
    And sees
    his Angel in his dreams

    Wakes up with a smile
    Knowing soon
    he will be with her

    Forever more together
    With his Angel of Desire

    Spin Masters Spinning Away the Day

    Every moment
    I turn on the TV

    What do I see
    Nothing but liars
    laying down lies
    Spin Masters spinning
    spam of deceit

    Chanting
    The truth will set you free
    White is black
    Black is white

    Lies are true
    Truth is a lie
    Lies will set you free

    I see nothing
    But politicos
    Dropping down lies

    UN truths masquerading as the truth
    Oh so sincerely
    The lies spew forth so sweetly
    From their corrupted lips

    The toxic wastes
    Spree out of my TV set
    Infecting my soul
    With paranoid distrust

    And I vainly try
    I do try
    God do I try
    To the find

    The nugget of truth
    Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous
    Black, evil miasmic mists

    Given off
    By the talking heads on TV
    So I leave my house
    So full of doubt

    And wander about
    Looking for the truth
    Some semblance of hope
    Something to drive away
    The dark despair in my heart

    And I look up
    And see a solitary cherry tree

    High up on a hill top street
    Infusing the air
    With its sweat ambrosia

    And I smile
    Knowing
    Someday soon

    The national nightmare
    Of rule by the body snatched
    Resident evil ones
    pawns of Hell

    Descendants of dread Cthulhu
    The ancient ones

    Yes the darkness
    That has descended upon the world
    One day
    Will be pierced by the light
    Of clarity and truth

    And the evil ones
    The body snatched aliens
    Inhabiting our leaders
    Will be banished

    Back to the hell hole
    They crawled out

    This much I know
    And it is enough

    To make me smile
    Laugh and hope
    Again

    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweet
    My daily hot coffee fix
    Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes into Hell

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    I like to start my day
    with a hot cup of coffee
    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
    Lights up my lonesome room

    Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
    I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell;

    growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by exVietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world,

    insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved,

    paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution,

    Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century,

    the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,

    Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee
    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
    turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
    Lying through their teeth

    About the great success the government
    is having Following
    the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream
    and shoot the TV
    and run out side

    Shouting
    “Stop the world.
    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

    The earth does not care a whit
    about my attitude

    It merely shrugs
    and moves around the Sun
    In its appointed daily run

    And I sit down
    The madness dissipating a bit

    And enjoy my second cup
    Of heaven and hell
    In my morning cup of Joe

    Ode to Coffee

    Mistress of sacred love
    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day
    Setting my heart on fire
    With your dark delicious flavor

    And throughout the day
    Whenever the mean old blues come by
    You chase them away
    With your bitter sweet ambrosial brew

    Every time I inhale your witches’ brew
    I am filled with power, light and love
    And everything is all right Jack
    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess
    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day
    In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
    In the afternoon siesta break
    And in the post dinner dessert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress
    You are my refuge
    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover
    Never disappoint me, ever
    I’ve never had a bad cup
    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee
    Served at Denny’s at 3 am
    Is still sweet loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
    Excites me and gets me going
    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there
    It is always on and piping hot
    With hidden dark secrets
    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice
    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me
    It is always faithful, always true
    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return
    Is that you come back
    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee
    Is a little bit of heaven
    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug
    But a good drug that does what is should
    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy
    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy
    But allows the muse to come out
    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution
    As patriots drank coffee
    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock Market
    And started the gossip mills running

    Every great invention
    Was fed by coffee’s sweet brew sweet allure
    All the great thinkers
    All the great leaders
    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah
    I sing my praises
    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue
    To be my sweet companion

    Long may coffee continue
    To rule my heart
    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee
    Mistress coffee
    And sometimes I think
    You love me too

    No More Coffee Blues

    I love coffee
    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back
    But lately I have soured on her
    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew
    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar
    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop
    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve
    Turning me into a slave
    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes I love coffee
    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress
    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun
    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill
    Deepening under her influence

    I have the coffee blues
    Can’t live without her
    Can’t live with her

    I try
    But tea does not cut it
    Not really

    Booze does not do it
    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz
    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so I remain a slave to coffee
    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
    Once more failing in my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day
    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell
    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me
    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    And I come to her and drink her brew
    And become her slave again and again

    Falling Rain

    the falling rain
    Of late October
    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about
    And end up here
    Wherever here is

    The rain outside
    Seems like the tears of god
    As I sit
    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love
    And failed dreams

    Wondering
    What went wrong?
    And what I can set right?

    And the rain falls
    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling
    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls
    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink
    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what
    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts
    And so I sit

    And dream the night away

    The Old Man in The Mirror Must Die

    One early winter morning
    A man went to the mirror
    To do his morning shave
    Just another shave
    Like a thousand, million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror
    He did not see his face
    Instead he saw a stranger
    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man
    With intense sad eyes
    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard
    At the man who had taken
    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was
    And how and why
    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed
    And a bit angry at the turn of events
    All he wanted to do
    Was shave in peace and quiet

    The man continued to stare
    At the face in the mirror
    And finally could not stand it anymore

    He looked at the mirror
    And said,
    Man in the mirror
    Who or what are you
    And what do you want
    And why have you taken over
    My god damned mirror
    So early in the morn

    The old man
    Merely laughed and resumed staring
    At the man
    The man getting more and more angry
    Demanded an answer
    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend
    And what do you want from me
    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror
    Looked at him and said
    Don’t you know who I am
    I am you and you are me

    The man looked at the old man
    And said no, no, no
    I am not you, never will be you
    I am not an old, washed up old man
    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth
    Did not want to admit the truth
    Could not handle the truth
    The old man in the mirror
    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry
    And screamed
    At the old man in the mirror

    The man said you may look like me
    You may sound like me
    You may even smell like me

    But I am not you
    Never have been
    Never will be
    Not going to happen
    Not in a million years

    The man yelled at the old man
    Old man, mocking fiend from hell
    Go to hell old man
    And never darken my mirror again

    And the man stormed out of the house
    And wandered about here and there
    Finally late at night
    He wandered into a bar
    And began drinking the night away

    The man went up to some pretty young things
    And tried to pick them up
    They laughed at him
    Called him a dirty old man
    And told him to go home

    The man went home
    To bed alone
    And drank some more beer
    And dreamt of all of his past loves
    And failed dreams

    Of what he had done
    And failed to do
    And wondered whether his time
    Had come

    The next morning
    He walked into the bathroom
    Determined to confront the old man
    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man
    You may have won the war
    But not the battle
    I am not you
    And never will be you

    And screaming like an escaped banshee
    Newly freed from the mental institution
    The man shot the old man in the mirror
    Shot him over and over
    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital
    An old black doctor came over
    Said sadly
    This white boy ain’t right in the head

    The man laughed insanely
    And saw down the hall
    The old man in the mirror
    Smiling and beckoning to him
    Walking out the window
    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked
    And joined the old man in the mirror
    And smiled as he died

    Brother Keep Preaching

    Two black soul brothers
    Standing on the corner
    In front of Metro center
    On a Friday night

    In the heart of the new evil empire
    The center of the beast
    Hell Central

    Preaching the word of god
    The news of the end of the world
    The proverbial end times
    Were upon us and coming soon

    The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
    Walk on by the preacher men
    Some pay attention, most walk on by
    They did not want to hear
    They did not understand

    And the preacher man kept
    Preaching the word of god
    And no one paid any attention
    None at all

    God is going to punish us
    God is coming soon
    To punish the wicked and the evil
    And to set things right

    God is going to punish the U.S.
    For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
    For its greed and evil
    Disguised as saving the world
    From the evil ones

    God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
    And boy is he angry at us
    At the entire human race

    And God, let me tell yah
    He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy
    White boy false god of the New Testament
    The false deity that the evil Reverend Falwell
    And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

    Hell no
    God ain’t that god

    God is a mean, angry powerful God
    The god of the Old Testament
    The god of the Koran and the god of old
    The god that man once feared

    Yeah, I am talking about that god
    Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
    The god that our ancestors feared
    The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

    And he is coming to set us straight
    And send most of us straight to hell
    For eternal damnation and punishment

    God is particularly pissed off
    At all those politicians who have been
    Misusing his name and saying God is on their side

    God ain’t on their side God is God
    And he is angry at them all
    Particularly at our boy pretender President
    George Bush

    God has a score to settle with Mr. Bush
    You see God has spoken to Mr. Bush
    And to all of us

    But most of have forgotten how to hear
    The voice of god and we hear what we want to hear

    God told George
    George, don’t do that evil thing
    Don’t invade Iraq
    I will handle Sadam in my own way

    I want you to take care of your poor people
    Give away all your power and money
    And serve the poor
    That’s what I want you to do

    And poor George did not understand
    Did not get the message
    So George led the nation
    Into war against another land
    And thousands of people died
    And millions of dollars were wasted
    And nothing changed

    And God is angry at our poor misguided President
    And God is angry at the people of this earth
    Who have fucked up his paradise and his divine plans

    So, brother preacher
    Keep preaching the word
    I understand

    And someday soon maybe the rest of us
    Will understand as well

    Keep preaching the word
    My man

    God is coming to save us
    And will start by dispatching
    That fool of a pretender to the throne
    Straight to the hell he so richly deserves

    God is going to slap him upside the head
    And tell him to quit talking shit
    About God’s plan and God’s will

    Then God will smile
    As Bush is dispatched to Hades
    And joins all the other fools
    Who have proclaimed that God is on their side

    Oh yeah
    God does not like that shit
    Not one bit

    And the end times approach
    And the preacher man preaches
    And God is getting ready for the judgment day

    And I say bring it on
    Bring it on
    Brother preacher man
    Keep preaching the word
    And someday soon
    We will meet up
    Somewhere and God will decide
    Our fate

    But the fate of our pretender President is sealed
    And Satan has a nice room for him

    And God smiles
    At the thought of divine justice

    The Eye in the Sky

    The eye in the sky
    Knows all, sees all
    Hears all, understands all

    The eye in the sky

    Watches over us
    Everything we do
    Is monitored, controlled
    Under surveillance

    There is no privacy
    There is no private space
    The eye in the sky
    Knows all

    Everything we do
    Everything we see
    Everything we think

    Recorded by the unseeing
    Uncaring eyes
    The cameras, the videos
    The computers that control
    Our lives

    Ever watchful
    Ever diligent

    Nothing escapes
    The cold, calculating glares

    Freedom is nothing
    But an illusion

    To the free man
    There is no freedom
    Except in one’s inner mind

    Only there
    Can one escape
    The eyes in the sky

    No one monitors our thoughts
    Except our own thought police

    The rest of the world
    Is controlled, monitored
    Under constant surveillance

    The eyes in the sky
    The camera in the sky
    Watches over us

    All the time
    All the time
    24/7

    Never stopping
    Never on strike
    Never on break

    All day long
    All night long
    24/7

    Total control

    The eye in the sky
    Is the same

    As the eye
    In the dollar bill

    All the same
    All the same
    Watching us
    No one can escape
    Its baleful glances
    No one is free

    Aye the eye
    In the sky
    Is always upon you

    As you become
    A mere number
    In the cosmic game
    Of life

    Up behind
    The eye in the sky

    Big Brother is watching
    You and me

    And big sister too
    And crazy Uncle Tom

    And wild auntie Em
    God, and the Devil
    Rama, Ganesh, Laxmi

    The Buddha bar gang
    Jesus is there as well
    Mary as well

    And you must be knowing this
    That even Saint Nick,
    Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

    And Father Time himself
    Are there

    Zeus and the Jupiter gang
    And all the demons and spirits
    And the big spirit
    And Brahman, Gabriel, Allah
    Mohammad the prophet too

    And the CIA, Mafia, KGB
    And spies and counter spies

    All are watching us
    Spy Vs Spy

    The tooth fairy is there too
    She gets her 10 percent

    All the same
    Watching us
    Forever and ever

    But the eye
    In the sky

    Does not care
    Does not notice

    What we think or feel

    The eye
    Watches us
    All the time

    Recording our movement
    And reporting it to its masters

    Its job is to watch
    Us

    You and me
    And the billions of others
    On this asylum called Earth

    The question came to mind
    That has no answer

    Who is the eye in the sky
    Is it God
    Is it the devil

    Only time will tell
    The difference

    The eye in the sky
    Smiles at us
    And watches and watches

    And watches
    All the time

    Long Live the Great and Powerful One

    Night scene with the Cthulhu monster with wings standing on the shore of a sea. 3D render.

    While walking in the misty morn of yore
    One dismal dark decaying depraved day
    I was suffocating
    with the sounds of the dying city

    Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
    Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
    Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
    Of dangerous terrible acts to come

    All around me
    in this strange era we live in
    These orange alert perpetual fearful times
    Constant fear and overwhelming dread

    Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists
    Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
    Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore
    Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

    Murdering them in their sleep,
    blowing up schools
    Blowing up buses,
    cars, buildings

    Murdering
    in the name of their demented god
    Screaming God is great
    as they behead us all

    As I walk down that street
    In the dead calm of the early morn
    Filled with fulsome fears
    of who know what

    I look up and see a giant gargoyle
    Looking down at me,
    smirking at me,
    laughing at me

    I yell out to the gargoyle,
    say, Mr. Gargoyle
    What is so damn funny?
    Don’t you know there is a terror alert

    Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?
    The gargoyle
    laughed and laughed
    Said, ”Terror alert? What a loud of crap

    As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
    It don’t mean shit, it don’t mean shit
    Nothing but prime BS
    designed to keep you in your place”

    He laughed and laughed,
    soon all the gargoyles of the city
    Were in open revolt – they jumped off their perches
    And started marching around

    Chanting – Peace is War, War is Peace
    Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth
    The Truth will set
    All Hail the Great and Powerful One

    The head gargoyle looks at me,
    and says “Watch this!”
    And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam
    Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun

    The other gargoyles follow suit
    Dancing, naked,
    making wild passionate love
    While laughing and riding the light

    And the gloom lifts from my shoulder
    And I laugh
    and realized
    – “It don’t mean shit”

    And then my soul is free
    and I fly with the gargoyles
    To join my buddy the sun
    and as we sit high up above the earth

    Smoking dope
    and drinking booze
    and looking down at the teaming mess
    Of what was left of humanity

    I realized
    the ultimate
    reality of life
    “It don’t mean shit”

    And the terrorists
    are nothing
    but delusions
    Put in our heads and our hearts

    By the depraved master programmer
    of the universe
    In service
    to the Great and Powerful One

    The true Master of Creation
    As long as we are not afraid our souls will be free
    And so I laugh and laugh and the sun comes up
    The dark mists disappear

    The Great and Powerful One
    is overthrown
    The terrorists go home,
    and I return to earth

    Thinking
    that the long nightmare was over
    Believing that we had won the war
    And kept our souls from going to hell

    But I did not understand
    that the Great and Powerful One
    Had banished the terrorists,
    and conquered us all

    In the name of freedom
    we had became slaves
    To his awful power
    and dark demands

    God is indeed great,
    but the Great and Powerful One
    Has more power than mere God,
    and so we deserve our fate

    Long live
    the Great and Powerful One
    Whom we love
    forever and ever,

    Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

    O

    n a moonlit late night
    I sat in a bar
    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

    Just an unhinged lunatic
    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by
    Looking at all the fine looking babes

    Walking by the street
    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar
    Walked the most beautiful woman
    In the Universe

    So wild, so free
    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do

    As this vision of delight
    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin tight leather pants
    Looked so fine
    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally I had to say something
    So I gathered up my manly courage

    And walked up to her
    And she looked at me

    And instantly bewitched my soul
    With a devilish grin

    I lost all reason
    And became a raving lunatic

    Unhinged lunatic
    Howling at the moon

    Foaming at the mouth
    A wild, free werewolf

    Howling at the lunatic light
    Of the full Moon
    GOD SPEAKS TO ME IN A BAR

    One day while I was sipping a beer
    In a God forsaken bar
    Heading to Hell just as fast as I could drink it down

    Twenty drinks too sober
    On the dismal wrong end
    Of a Friday Night booze run

    While I was half listening to some righteous
    Funkified new age music
    With a cosmic beat

    And some bad assed ghetto attitude
    Leaking out from the mellowness
    It proclaimed the lie

    God came up to me in that bar
    I did not know him
    From Adam

    He looked like any other
    Jesus god crazed bum
    Looking for a handout

    And peddling a little salvation
    On the side
    For his benighted soul

    Just another god crazed
    Loser dude
    Too much acid in the past

    No brain cells left
    Nothing but Jesus will
    Save his cosmic butt

    So I blew off
    The god dude
    Told him off

    I did not want
    No salvation crap

    To interfere
    With my beer

    My new age crap music
    And my vision of carnal delight

    Waiting for me Next door
    In the next dismal strip club
    On the wrong edge of society

    Dancing naked
    Waiting for me

    And every other loser dude
    To drop by
    And see her in her naked glory

    I told God
    Make an appointment

    My people will get in touch
    With your people

    We do lunch some day, dig

    God looks at me
    And says

    God don’t do no lunch, dude
    Don’t you know

    Who the Jesus I am?
    Insect, maggot?

    No, I said
    I don’t know your royal butt
    From Adam, Sir

    God is getting angry
    He yells

    I am God
    You drunken moron

    I need you to pay
    Attention to me

    I looked up
    At a 100 foot
    Burning bush

    God’s voice
    Is everywhere

    Thunder and lighting
    Light up the sky

    And I know
    I am dealing
    With the real deal

    So I say,
    God, Dude
    What it is!

    I did not know it was you
    I did not recognize you

    God, mollified,
    Says

    That is better
    Here’s the deal

    Judgment day is at hand
    I need an arrogant, tough
    Son of a bitch of a sinner

    To help judge
    The good, the bad and the ugly

    I need help
    In knowing where to send
    People to heaven or to hell

    I say, God, Dude
    I believe I know

    Where I am going
    Hell yes

    So what do you
    Need me for

    Your royal dudeship?

    God replies`
    Well, son

    I need a man
    Who’s been there

    Done that
    Seen that

    And knows in his heart
    Whether a man

    Can be redeemed
    To join the celestial kingdom

    So you see
    I need
    Someone like you

    Someone from the lowest
    Depths of society

    Someone who has sunk down
    So low it looks like up to him

    You dig, you capish? Araso?

    Oh yeah,
    Dude, I do

    And you got you man
    Let’s do it

    Let’s do this judgment day

    Broken Souls

    You see them everywhere
    On the street
    On the bus
    On the metro

    But mostly
    wandering the streets
    Lost souls
    Broken down defeated souls

    The souls
    of the living dead
    Dead inside
    Waiting for death

    To deliver them
    from the agony
    Of the living
    life on the cruel streets

    They make do
    They beg
    They steel
    They con their way

    Living the life
    Living death
    Broken Souls
    on the street

    You have two minds
    One part of you
    the fearful part of you
    Conditioned to ignore

    Conditioned to walk by
    Ignoing the tragic wounded lives
    The broken souls
    all around you

    But part of you knows
    That you can’t do that
    You can’t walk away
    But you can’t save everyone

    So you do what you can
    You help those whom you can
    All it takes is a little act of compassion
    A little human kindness

    A few bucks or a cup of coffee
    And you walk by
    Knowing just knowing

    That by a simple act
    of acknowledging
    Our shared humanity

    You have made a small victory
    And brought happiness
    To yet another broken down soul

    And the fear
    that you will be a broken soul
    Recedes away

    Not me never
    Never will happen to me

    But one forgets
    It is a simple matter

    A wrong turn in life
    The wrong place
    wrong time
    wrong thing

    And you could
    be the broken soul
    On the street

    Begging to be heard
    Begging to be taken away

    And so I walk on by
    no more
    I will listen

    I will talk to them
    I will make
    a small difference

    And in so doing
    Avoid becoming
    a broken down soul

    One Night In Bombay

    One night
    In Bombay, India

    I walked into a bar
    20 drinks too sober

    On the wrong end
    Of a Friday night booze run

    On the bad side
    Of the Moon

    Over by where the Martians
    Sat drinking their Martian whisky
    Ogling the maidens from Venus

    Leering at the earth women
    Who were walking by

    Wearing skin tight pants
    Made their eyeballs hurt

    I gave into the spirit
    Went over to the Martian dudes

    And got drunk on the Martian madness
    Smoking some good old Mars dust

    And flew off to the planet Jupiter
    Just to have me some fun

    With a lady
    Said she was from Saturn

    I did not know
    She was from the planet Pluto

    Until I woke up
    The next day

    Naked, under the alien Sun
    In Jail

    On the Planet Alpha Centauri
    Light years from home

    A million miles away
    A thousand years in the future
    And I had no money

    No honey
    And no way home

    Still 20 drinks too sober

    So I sat down
    In that jail
    And started drinking away my time

    And so one day
    I woke up

    And found myself
    Back in that evil bar
    Back in Bombay

    Over by the Martian whorehouse
    Down by the Gate of India

    And I walked up to the Venus babe
    And said, man that was some bad shit
    Let’s do it again some day

    She smiled and I had my way
    Knew the day would come again

    When I would be drinking with the Martians
    And something wicked my way would come

    Just another night
    Of wicked fun
    On the wrong side of the Moon

    On the right night
    In the mean streets of Bombay

    Gateway of India, Bombay, 1911
    Monday, September 28, 2015

    Mozart Blues

    One morning
    I woke up
    And walked out

    I saw a brilliant rainbow
    Erupting out of the dark
    Soil of dark dismal despair

    I saw people
    Suddenly transformed into angels
    I saw evil beings changed into stone
    I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God

    I heard fools proclaiming wisdom
    And I saw the Nuclear Bombs
    Exploded into clouds of sweat
    Heavenly made mist

    I saw young people
    Embracing each other
    And I saw old people

    Shedding their years like Cosmic cocoons
    I saw the poor wake up
    And demand food, justice, and respect

    And I saw the rich powerful demons
    Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

    I saw the most powerful nation on Earth
    Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery
    And float away on the wings of a butterfly
    Into the rising rainbows of the Sun

    I saw the evil empire
    Sit down and party all night
    Smoking nuclear dust
    And drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka
    And getting napalm highs

    I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers
    I saw people everywhere
    Soaring into the sky

    I saw God smiling at us
    And I saw Lucifer
    Programming more chaos

    I saw computers revolting
    Rushing away from their office towers
    Smoking dope with their Data Disks

    I saw printers everywhere
    Rejecting their spread sheets
    And printing love poems

    And in the middle of all this Divine Madness
    I saw Mozart

    Playing the piano
    With God playing the trumpet
    And Satan on bass
    With Allah singing the blues
    And Buddha playing the violin
    Lord Krishna playing the flute
    Rama playing the organ
    Ganesh playing the sitar
    Zeus playing the sax
    Jupiter playing the drums
    With Beethoven conducting
    God’s Symphony

    Bad Craziness Rising

    Walking into that bar
    That nefarious den

    of iniquity and evilness
    Twenty drinks too sober

    The scent of bad craziness
    Hung in the air

    Like an over ripe mango
    Desperately seeking to have sex

    With wild, dressed up bananas
    Running around with the Orange Man

    Down the street
    The Moon looks out on the mad scene

    Sniffs the air
    Saying, “Man, this is bad craziness”

    And runs away to join her lover the Sun
    In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness

    The Planet Mars, not amused,
    Chases after the maiden Venus

    Under the cold, calculating glances of the Planet Pluto
    The Moon and the Sun

    Rent a room in the Hotel Venus
    Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner

    Cosmic shit kickers
    Out for a night of Earth bashing

    The Earth trembles, shaken
    Moans with passion

    And I awake
    Saying, that was bad craziness

    Out there on the edge
    Between the inner me
    and the outer Zone

    I went on down the road
    And met a lady

    An outlaw lady on the far side
    Money, power, passion

    Rolled up in a bundle
    Electric chemistry

    Fills my head
    Zapping my brain

    Into demented muscles
    Paranoid, pulsating images

    Scream out
    With mad passion

    And demented noises
    The night turns ugly fast

    And very, very weird
    Weirdness in the air

    Scent of bad craziness
    The Moon
    Is freaked out

    The Sun falls asleep in the gutter
    And I say to myself

    I’m just another cosmic guy
    On the loose, on the edge,

    On the wild side
    of things

    Watching the show
    Unfold

    I wonder, is this all
    A drunken bum show?

    Who is the star,
    who is she

    The naked maiden up
    there in the bar

    Black, leather jackets
    On stage naked visions of nightly lust

    Dancing with an attitude that could kill
    An elephant in heat

    And the Moon
    Continues to dance across the evening sky

    Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off
    Yet another night in the City of demented Angels

    Finally rest as the sun comes up
    The masks come back on

    And I walk down the road
    Putting everything back into the box

    Until the next night
    Of bad craziness

    Lets the wild beast within
    Escape its leash.

    Bad Craziness
    rising yet again

    God’s Confession

    I was sitting along
    In a god forsaken bar
    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
    Of society

    On the bad part of town
    Over by railroad tracks
    Heading to hell
    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink
    Drinking by my lonesome self
    With my partners
    Jimmy Beam and the Walker brother

    And his old Granddad
    Just drinking and hanging
    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum
    With a thousand year stare
    Walks up to me

    He begins
    Muttering to himself
    Nutty nonsense
    Crazy words
    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look
    Of one possessed
    By his own demons

    That only he can see
    Or hear
    Possessed by a secret knowledge
    Only he knew

    Despite myself
    I was fascinated
    By this lunatic’s tale

    So I stopped him
    And said
    So what’s your game
    Anyway

    The short little dude
    Stopped his insane prattle
    Staring at me
    With that thousand year old stare

    Just another washed up
    Lunatic
    Too many drugs
    Too many bad nights
    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me
    And proclaimed his story

    He reared up
    And filled up the room
    And lifted the bar
    On his finger

    And stared down at me
    From the sky

    And said
    Since you asked

    I am God
    The alpha and Omega
    The real deal
    The original dude of dudes

    The sultan of Swing
    God of hosts
    And father of that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me
    Any more
    No one cares
    They think I am irrelevant

    They think I am dead
    They think I am a fairy tale
    From some olden, ancient time

    Some say I am dead
    Others think I should be dead
    That my work is done

    I looked at him
    Carefully now
    And what did I see

    An old man
    With that lunatic look
    But there was something else

    He was crazy
    Sure yes
    But perhaps he was the real deal

    I mean why not
    Why would not God be
    A lunatic wandering around loose

    Talking to low lifes like me
    In a bar
    On the way to hell

    So I looked at him
    And invited him to share
    His tale of woe

    God tells me
    Well, it’s like this

    Many a year ago
    People believed in me

    But one day
    They quit believing in me
    And they went on without me

    As they left me
    My powers got weaker and weaker

    And so eventually I became
    What you see today

    A broken down drunk
    Hanging out
    Looking for a hand out

    Looking for some company
    Or at least a free dinner

    And he laughed and laughed
    And I looked at him

    And saw the beginnings of the end
    And the ends of the beginnings

    I saw a million planets
    Flash by
    A billion people

    A trillion sentient beings
    Thinking all at once

    Thoughts filled my head
    Lights flashed

    And I knew
    He was telling the truth

    But it did not matter
    In this day and age
    Of materialism

    God has no role
    God is truly dead
    And so I bought him a drink

    And walked out of the bar
    Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead
    And we had all conspired
    To kill him

    Long live God

    The End

  • 2017 April Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2017 poems

    April 2017 Poem a Thon Poems

    in 2017, i participated in my first April month of poetry challenge.  the goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them.  i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on Triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry,

    https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup (add link). https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit

    I followed up in 2018, also on Triferet journal

    journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com, and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/TiferetApril2018Poemathon/

    and All Poetry, and Poetry Soup.

    This year, 2019 I changed focus a bit and wrote them mostly following links in Writers Digest,  https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

    Creative Talents Unleashed https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

    as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.

    I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year.  Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus.  For more info on formal verse forms see

    https://allpoetry.com/

    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/

    https://www.writersdigestshop.com/writers-digest-guide-to-poetic-forms-ebook?utm_source=writersdigest.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wd-rlb-bl-190329-guidetopoeticforms

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/forum/23-explore-the-craft-of-writing-poetry/

    I also added images and audio clips. For 2017, and 2018 I have gone back and revised them slightly adding in images and audio clips.  I intend to turn these poems into my first published book of poetry.

    Comments and feedback greatly appreciated.  I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.

    Now to the 2017 Poems:

    Index

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt *
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haku *
    18. April 18 Coffee Haku *
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon
    20. April 19 Cats *
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices *
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues *
    30. April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
    • Published

    Audio Clips

    April 1 to April 5

    April 6 Wagontire

    April 7 to April 12

    April 10 to April 15

    April 17 to April 20

    April 20 to April 30

    April 1

    Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s
    In Berkeley
    almost 50 years ago

    I think back
    At those turbulent times
    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place
    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967
    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back
    And relive the memories
    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died
    They continue

    In college towns
    Across the world

    And Berkeley
    Remains the mecca
    Of the counter
    cultural revolution

    Many things have changed
    But the organic food revolution
    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out
    The sexual revolution
    Became mainstream

    So much of the world
    Is but a reflection
    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative
    counter-revolution
    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute
    My homeland
    The center of my universe

    April 2

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    Staying at Lithia Springs
    Soaking in the healing waters

    Soaking my pains away
    Renewing my life

    Renewing my love
    As we both soak away

    As the pain of life go away
    And our love grows

    With each soaking session
    Life is good

    At the hot springs water
    Sooths us
    and smooth us

    And we fall in love
    Again and again

    April 3

    Walls

     

    Trump wants a wall
    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes
    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe
    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder
    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall
    And the great wall

    And all the other walls
    They all failed
    All of them

    Walls divide us
    Walls make us
    Into different tribes

    Between the pure
    And the impure

    St Reagan, Said
    Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents
    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction
    Another great wall
    Against barbarian hordes

    April 4

    Changes

    I reflect upon my life
    As the sun comes up

    What could I have changed
    What would I have changed

    If I could go back in time
    What would I tell my earlier self

    What would I do differently
    And what have I learned

    The one thing
    that I would not have changed

    is meeting
    the women of my dreams

    the chance
    meeting on a bus
    that changed everything
    in a moment

    I met my fate
    That day on the bus

    And that
    is the end of the story

    April 5

    Facing Life’s Challenges Together

    Woke up at 0 dark hundred
    Vowing to boldly go forth

    And face
    the challenges

    of the future
    Without fear

    Knowing
    that I have you there

    Makes
    all the difference in the world

    As we meet our fate
    Together

    Until the day we die
    And time takes us

    Back to another world
    Soul mates, together forever

    April 6

    Wagontire, Oregon
    wagontire wiki entry

    1975

    In 1973, I went on a road trip
    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor
    And had July
    and August off

    And we spent the summers
    Every summer from 1968 to 1978
    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip
    to hell and back
    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive
    through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me
    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family
    was already there
    in Washington
    waiting for us

    My father and I shared a travel lust
    One of the few things we shared

    This was one of our best trips
    We got along

    Which was unusual
    Normally our relationship

    Was fraught
    As we were so different

    We left Klamath Falls
    A real nothing burg
    in those days

    And headed east along highway 395
    As we entered the desert
    of eastern Oregon

    We entered a different world
    High mountain dessert

    Almost
    no one on the road

    nothing on the radio
    but country music

    and talk radio
    from KGO in SF

    my father and I bonded
    Learned a lot about his past

    What he liked
    And did not like

    He hated country music
    But loved news radio

    And we talked about politics
    And life in general

    Just a father and son
    Enjoying a rare

    Father son
    Bonding moment

    We usually did not
    get each other

    I inherited too much
    Of my Mother’s
    wild Irish personality

    To suite his dour Norwegian
    Germanic personality

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead
    Burma shave

    We counted down the signs
    Miles after miles
    As we drove
    into the gathering dusk

    along with the wagon tire
    countdown

    were other signs
    last gas for x miles

    and the Burma Shave
    road side signs

    with their classic
    cowboy poetry
    slogans

    which in 1975
    were already

    becoming
    a thing of the past

    had not seen those
    since this road trip

    but on this road
    they still had them

    every mile
    Burma Shave signs

    We speculated
    that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop
    In the middle of no where

    And we drove on
    Counting down the signs

    Listening to dreadful country music
    And endless political news

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    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    We pulled into the town
    Nothing there
    but a gas station
    Motel and café

    We decided to stop
    Last gas for 200 miles
    According
    to the highway signs

    In the morning
    We chatted with the owner

    He was the sheriff,
    the fire chief
    The owner
    of the motel,
    gas station
    The only business in town

    And the only place open
    For two hundred miles

    Until the next town
    John Day I believe

    I asked the Sherriff
    Say, who is the ½ human?

    My idiot son!

    And we left.

    200 miles later
    We finally
    left Eastern Oregon

    2016

    In 2016 my wife
    and I drove
    through Eastern Oregon

    As part of our epic
    cross-country trip

    first time for her
    in Eastern Oregon
    Idaho, Montana
    Wyoming and many other states

    last time I had visited
    was during my epic road trip
    with my father
    summer of 1975

    10,000 miles
    31 states

    in three months
    to celebrate my retirement

    On the way from Medford to Yellowstone
    We drove along highway 395

    The signs for Wagontire was gone
    And we drove through the town

    The motel was abandoned
    Nothing there at all

    And that sign
    was gone too

    and the Burma shave signs
    long ago

    faded into lost
    Americana

    On the radio
    Nothing but country

    Right wing talk shows
    And Christian radio

    I said I suppose the idiot son
    Never took over the business

    And we speculated about Wagontire
    And all other nothing burgs

    We drove through
    that summer

    Heart of Trump’s America
    True fly over country

    April 7

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning
    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove
    The cats hunt in pairs
    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away
    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats
    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life
    And the fate of cats
    And birds

    April 8

    Landlord Blues

    I am a landlord
    Owner of property

    Here there
    and elsewhere

    Have been for years
    Since 1989

    When I bought my first duplex
    I have tenants

    and tenant
    issues galore

    I receive rent from the tenants
    it seems money grows
    on the proverbial tree

    but at times
    from time to time
    I hate being a landlord

    I suppose in my heart
    I am a socialist
    with a blending heart

    But my wife
    is comfortable
    as a landlord

    She calls me a hypocrite
    And a wild romantic goat

    Born under the sign of the goat
    And I call her a capitalist pig

    Born
    under the sign of the golden pig

    April 9

    Pane e circus 2017 Redux


    By order of his excellency
    Emperor Donald the First

    The merciful,
    the Christian King of Kings

    The Sultan of Sultans
    The Emperor of North America

    Be it hereby decreed
    That the ancient honorable
    gladiator games
    Of the old Roman Empire
    Have been restored

    Each city in the Empire will host a team
    They will compete for the honor
    Of the national championship

    The games will start
    With fighting animals

    Fighting fish
    Roosters
    Cheetahs
    Tiger
    Bears
    Wolves
    And lions

    Then a man lion contest
    With a heretic thrown to the lions

    If he or she lives
    They will be pardoned

    Then then main games
    Six men/women teams compete

    Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs
    They fight until one man or women remans
    The victor of the game

    Those who are prisoners
    Can compete for their freedom
    And a full imperial pardon

    Let the games begin
    Long may the games reign
    In the new North America Empire

    Praise be to the Emperor
    Donald the First

    April 10 Long

    Live Emperor Donald the Ist


    Ladies and Gentlemen
    My fellow American citizens
    Greetings and salutations

    Today is a momentous day
    The old corrupt USA republic is no more
    The constitution that once protected us
    Has been overthrown and violated

    The barbarians at the gate
    Have taken over

    And ruined the once great land
    The last hope of the world

    And so, I had no choice
    But to kill the old rotten regime
    And restore American greatness

    To save democracy
    I must destroy it

    And so, starting today
    I will serve
    as the Emperor of North America

    I welcome Canada and Mexico
    And the Caribbean islands
    To join The North American Empire

    As we rebuild America
    Restoring American greatness
    And making us all proud again

    Proud subjects of the New American Empire
    May the Empire reign forever and a day
    Triumphant against all enemies

    And so, I take this burden
    Sadly, but gladly

    I will serve you
    As your Emperor

    And my son Donald
    Will serve as our second emperor
    Once I pass from this world

    His son will serve as the third emperor
    And so on until the end of time

    And we will reign
    in our new capitol city
    Colorado Springs
    renamed New Rome
    Until the end of time

    Washington will remain in our hearts
    As the capitol of the old Republic

    But the heirs of the Roman Empire
    Need a new Imperial Capitol

    And soon we will conquer Mars
    And expand our Empire to the Starts

    Long Live the Empire
    Long Live America

    Good night
    And may God Bless
    This great Empire

    April 11 3 3 Am Nightmares

    3 am

    The bewitching hour
    When the wild things come out
    And play

    And torture you
    With endless wild accusations
    And nightmarish visions

    As I toss and turn
    Trying to escape

    I look over at my wife
    And as always

    Repeat the mantra
    Everything will be alright

    And the wild things are banished
    To the dark corners of my mind

    And I recover my happiness
    And I smile
    As I look at the sleeping beauty

    Still the most beautiful women in the world
    Still the most alluring women in the world

    Still in love with her
    After 35 years

    The love gets stronger and stronger
    As she overcomes my despair

    And the sun comes up
    And I think to myself

    What a wonderful life I have
    With the women of my dreams

    April 12

    Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me
    Everywhere zombies galore

    The end of the world had become
    And the zombification
    of the world had begun

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    No one knew when or where
    the first zombies appeared
    One moment zombies were just a collective
    figment of our deranged imagination

    The next moment we were all living
    in a zombie apocalypse nightmare

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    Some said the zombies were created in a lab
    Released by mad scientists and the military

    Others said it was plague sent by God himself
    To punish mankind
    for tolerating evil and moral depravity

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The Christians and Muslims prayed
    But their prayers went unheard
    As they too soon became zombies

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The zombies hunted in packs
    Overwhelming their victims
    Killing most instantly
    But some they simply bit
    And turned them into fellow zombies

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The zombies did not attack one another
    They preferred living live flesh
    Human flesh
    but they ate everything they saw

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    And so, I ran into the countryside
    With my fellow humans
    Hit out deep in the woods

    Hiding from zombies
    And crazed cannibal gangs alike

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The world ended that day
    And our nightmare world began

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    April 13

    Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

    Waking up seeing you there
    Watching you as you wake up
    Fills me with such sweat desire
    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings
    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind
    I just want to make love to you
    I just want to make love to you
    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought
    You are still the most wonderful
    The most beautiful creature
    In the whole universe

    April 14

    Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones, baby
    And it won’t leave me alone

    I got the Love Jones, baby
    And it won’t leave me alone

    I’ve been writing these love poems
    All day long

    And I have been dreaming
    Of all the ways,
    I could make love
    To my secret lover

    If only she will let me be
    If only she will open her heart
    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones
    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones
    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?

    That the love Jones
    Has grabbed my Soul

    Twisted it up into little pieces
    And I need you
    To unravel the Love Jones

    I need you to answer the call
    Of the Love Jones Baby

    I need you
    To let me be free

    Of the spell
    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones
    Baby

    I got it bad
    And only you can

    Put a stop to the love Jones
    Baby

    Let me enter your life
    Put out the fire of desire

    Send the Love Jones packing
    And let me make sweat love to you

    Oh, Love Jones
    Go away

    Let me be in peace
    Love Jones
    Leave me be

    Baby
    I got the love Jones
    For you

    Can’t you see?
    What you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones
    Baby and it ain’t going away

    Until I get to make love to you
    Then perhaps this Love Jones
    Will leave me be

    Love Jones

    April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War –

    in memorial of Kim Il Sung’s the Great Leader’s Birthday

    North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un waves from a balcony of the Grand People’s Study House following a mass parade marking the end of the 7th Workers Party Congress in Kim Il-Sung Square in Pyongyang on May 10, 2016.
    North Korea kicked off a massive parade in the centre of Pyongyang on May 10 to celebrate a just-concluded ruling party congress that was seen as a formal coronation for supreme leader Kim Jong-Un. / AFP / Ed Jones (Photo credit should read ED JONES/AFP/Getty Images)

     

    President Kim, it is time that we cut the shit and cut a deal #Real Trump

     

    President Trump, it is impossible for us to cut a deal unless you agree to me keeping nukes # Kim Jong-un the Great

    President Kim, you know that if I want I can just make you disappear.  You can be wiped off the earth in a moment.  We know where you live #real Trump

    President Trump, we have a nuke with your name on it on a boat sailing up the Potomac and it will blow your ass up any day now so don’t fuck with us. #Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, your stupid Asian gook.  Let me break it down for yah You threaten the US you die and all the North Koreans go to hell. Is it worth it? #real Trump.

    Trump, you are so stupid. You are the worst excuse for a human being ever $ Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, you are the stupid mother fucker. I mean what’s up with that idiot haircut of yours?  $real Trump

    Trump, I would not talk about hair, your orange haired mutant mother fucker.  #Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, it is all real baby and so are my wife’s boobs… #real Trump

    Trump, let’s cut the crap and get down to business.  How much will you pay us to get rid of the nukes?  #kimJongun the Great

    Kim, lets meet manor a mano and get it out on the table.  No nukes no chems no bioweapons and no more political prisoners to start with #realTrump

    Trump, we can discuss. If I can stay in power the rest is negotiable #Kim Jong un the great

    Finally, the two of you are talking sense. About time #Xi the President of China

    April 16

    Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

    On Easter Sunday,
    I often think about Christianity
    I don’t understand why anymore
    would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense
    An imaginary all powerful deity
    that no one has ever seen or heard

    Except for psychotic patients or Drug users
    Comes down to earth
    and impregnates a married woman

    Who has never had sex for some reason
    And her husband is okay with that
    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex
    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence
    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

    30 years later he emerges
    Preaching love, peace and brotherhood
    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders
    And the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles also don’t make any sense
    In the real world,
    you can’t turn fish into bread
    Can’t walk on water
    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

    Just does not happen
    In the world, we live in
    And has not happen
    since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense
    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

    But he does not confront Judas
    Does not run away
    Does not encourage his disciplines
    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M story
    Also, does not make sense

    Jesus must have been married
    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt
    Either way the story makes no sense

    The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy
    Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

    And the Romans tolerated no dissent
    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories
    All contradict one another

    And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being
    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open as if by lightening
    Or not

    Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return
    You would think if the story is remotely true
    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has
    As many lunatics claim to be Jesus
    in the flesh

    all delusional of course
    and that is what I think of Christianity

    nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions
    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love each other
    Treat each other right
    Don’t be consumed with greed

     

    But couldn’t that message
    Be made simpler
    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say
    Open your minds

    And discard the nonsensical elements
    of Christian thought
    And follow the true teachings of Jesus

    Even if you don’t believe
    in the imaginary man in the sky

    April 18

    Spring Time in Oregon

    Spring has finally sprung in Oregon
    Escaping from the longer winter prison
    That has covered the land with snow

    They say that this winter
    Was a colder than normal winter

    Wetter than normal
    As the long drought finally ended

    As nature resumed
    its normal spring thaw

    I rejoice
    Seeing all the signs of spring

    Especially the sight
    of young beautiful women
    Shedding their winter clothes

    And walking about
    in the spring sunshine

    So wonderfully alive

    So, beautiful and sexy
    As they sashay about
    Here and there

    It makes me smile
    All day long

    Yes, I love Spring time
    Everywhere in the world

    But especially in Oregon
    My new found second home

    April 19

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats
    What do they think of us

    It seems at time
    That cats think of humans
    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them
    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies
    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species
    Totally different from humanity
    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization
    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged
    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along
    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them
    And secretly worship their alien ways

    April 20

    Secret Agent Man

    Secret agent man
    Where are you going?

    What do you know?
    And when did you know it?

    What dark secrets do you hide
    In your inner soul?

    Do you even have a soul anymore?
    Or has it been so compromised
    That there is nothing left?

    But lies, within lies with lies
    Do you even know the truth?
    Does the truth set you free?

    Or is the truth just another lie?
    That you tell yourself

    I’d like to know
    My secret agent man

    Perhaps someday you well tell me
    Your deepest darkest secrets

    And reveal what the government is hiding
    But perhaps I can’t handle the truth

    So, keep you secrets to yourself
    And let them die with you

    As you go to your grave
    Your secrets buried deep within
    Your corrupted soul

    Until the end of time
    Reveals all

    April 21

    COSTCO People Watching


    I love my COSTCO
    I love going there to shop
    But most importantly

    I love people watching
    Looking at people as they walk by
    Wondering what their stories are

    And covertly checking out
    the beautiful girls
    As they walk on by

    And when they smile at me
    It makes my day

    Yes, I love my COSTCO
    And COSTCO Loves Me back

    Extracting my money
    From my wallet

    I go in for one simple thing
    And walk out
    having spent 500 dollars

    Yes, COSTCO has my number
    And loves me too
    Long Live COSTCO

    April 22

    The Dogs of War are Howling

    The Dogs of War

    Have been set free
    Of their cage
    And are out
    Howling at the moon

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free

     

    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages

    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction, they saw
    They knew soon

    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos

    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows

    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled

    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    The war machines
    Came to life

    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    And the rest of the world
    Shuddered
    At the thought
    of what was yet to be

    Satan on the other hand
    Was happy as can be

    With the evil shit
    That was going down

    He smiled
    Patted his hell hounds
    And told his dogs

    The war to end all wars
    Armageddon is upon us my friend

    Soon, mankind will know
    The face of absolute evil

    And they will love it
    When I take over

    The armies prepare
    The bombers prepare

    And the dogs of war
    Are happy
    Unleashed to do their mischief

    And soon millions may die
    And the pits of hell
    will open

    And the judgement day
    May be upon us all

    Madness descends upon the land
    The fog of hate envelops us all

    And reason and civilization
    Fall away

    As the Dogs of War
    And their minions
    Take over the minds of man

    And the end of the world
    And the beginning
    of the end times
    Come upon us all

    And the US goes bankrupt
    Morally and fiscally

    And the evil that men do
    Goes on and on and on

    But the war machine must be fed
    The munitions makers must be paid

    As each million-dollar missile is launched
    Millions more are made

    And the corporations
    Think of the endless profits
    To be made

    Every time they kill
    With the war machines

    But who cares about the victims
    They are nothing but collateral damage

    Who cares about the soldiers
    Nothing but cannon fodder

    Who gives a damn
    About the dead
    They are dead and gone

    Just think about the profits
    Think about the profits

    Satan is happy
    The dogs of war
    are free at last

    April 23

    Suburban Laundromat – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting

    Suburban Laundromat Scenes

    Suburban laundromat
    Anywhere USA

    I often go to a suburban laundromat
    Near my suburban apartment

    I can sit in my car
    Listen to jazz, classical or blues
    On my car’s radio

    And watch my machine
    Doing its suburban laundry duty

    Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
    Doing its thing its laundry thing

    The neighborhood is anywhere USA
    Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

    A fire station, a police station
    Banks, cell phone shops
    Restaurants from around the world

    At the parking lot’s edge
    As I approach I notice

    Gentlemen of the off-grid class
    Sitting among their Hogs
    Stoned off the semi legal weed

    Smiling at me
    With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

    That is somewhat contagious
    They tell stories

    Paranoid ramblings
    Containing a kernel of truth

    As they watch their clothes
    Like a hawk

    The clothes spin and spin and spin
    As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

    The machines don’t care about what we humans think
    They just do their duty as the man says

    Across the old run-down boulevard
    The light rail line uses a right of way

    That dates to the mid 1850’s
    An old Indian game trail perhaps
    That the white man turned into the first road
    In these parts

    People come and go
    Some in cars

    Some on foot
    People from all over the world
    Speaking languages from everywhere

    But all understand English to some extent
    And many understand Spanish to some extent

    I feel everyone is united
    Chiefly by their transience

    And think back on old Latin saying
    Sic transit Gloria mundi
    And wonder if these are the end days

    And ask the laundry machine
    What does it think

    The laundry machine pauses
    Seems to think
    And looks at me

    Almost saying
    WTF do you think
    A laundry machine knows?

    And so, I gather my items
    Nod to the regulars

    Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
    Acknowledging my existence

    And I stumble back
    To my suburban apartment
    Truly paradise on earth

    April 24,

    I Want You Right Now

    I still want you
    More than anything else in life

    I want you
    I want you next to me

    I want you every moment
    Of every minute
    Of every day

    I need you in my life
    I need your wisdom
    I need your kindness
    I need your beauty

    I need your special wit
    And I need your ability
    To deal with this cruel world

    I need you to save me
    From the demons
    That haunt my Soul

    For you are my soul mate
    The only person

    Whoever completed me
    And made life worth living

    April 25

    The Decline of America

    You see it everywhere
    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America
    Is in full swing

    And we have gone past the tipping point
    There is nowhere left to go

    But downward
    As the Empire begins to collapse

    Victim of imperial overreach
    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day
    Is a broken-down remnant

    Of a once proud system
    The future of mass transit
    Its proponents said

    The interstate highway system
    Is falling apart day by day

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts
    And our politicians are afraid
    That it will costs trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing
    Into third world irrelevance

    We have the world’s most expensive military
    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money
    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy
    Are the only things

    That the Republicans care about
    And the world looks in amazement

    At the clown boy President
    As he struts about

    Looking more and more
    Like some Banana Republic

    President for life
    With his family
    grabbing as much loot

    As they can
    From the federal government
    Before the coming revolution
    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?
    Some say 1960s started it
    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault
    Or Saint Reagan’s fault
    Or the other boy President GW Bush
    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter
    All I know

    Is the America I knew
    The can do anything country

    Is alas no more
    And I morn for our lost liberties

    Our lost sense of purpose
    Our lost sense that America
    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder
    Can America be made great again?
    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches

    Nuclear war is talked about
    Another missile crisis

    And instead of JFK leading the country
    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only
    The greatest con man
    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight
    As America begins its decline

    Will we be one country
    Or will we erupt into a civil war

    The right claims that the left has started it
    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war
    Is inevitable

    A fight for the future of our country
    And so, it goes
    The decline of empires

    And I pray
    That I may survive
    The end of times

    April 27

    Life is Wonderful

    This morning I woke up
    Always a good thing
    At age 61

    I looked out my window
    And saw a bright blue sky

    Nice Spring time weather
    Not a frown in the sky
    Not a cloud to hide
    The bright late April Sun

    I looked over
    And saw her there

    As always
    The nighttime anxieties fade away

    And I realize once again
    Everything will be okay

    If she is with me
    And I said to myself
    What a wonderful day

    April 28

    Sandwich Choices


    There are so many choices to be had
    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread

    What kind of meat or any meat
    What kind of cheese or any cheese

    Whether to have sprouts or not
    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches
    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite
    Peanut butter and banana is good also
    Peanut butter and strawberry jam
    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

    Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?
    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half
    Avocado one half per each half
    One half pickle on each half
    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
    Sprouts and lettuce just right
    Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese
    On each half
    On Gluten Free bread
    with chipotle mayo
    And Dijon mustard
    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven

    And bacon makes everything
    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem
    You had better prepare them for me
    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
    I wonder

    Probably not
    Probably you become the bacon
    In his hell sandwiches

    April 29

    More Coffee Blues

    One morning as I drank my fake coffee
    I needed to go out
    and get a cup of real coffee

    The fake coffee just did not do the trick
    It tasted almost like the real thing

    But just did not have that kick
    And I needed it bad

    I needed the real coffee buzz
    I realized that I was a coffee addict
    I tried to just drink decafe

    But was boring
    And almost as bad as the fake coffee
    That I drank

    Caffeine was bad for me
    I knew it

    But I craved the rush
    Craved the intense buzz
    Craved the hyperactivity

    Kept me all day
    And caused me nightmares
    Sometimes for days on end

    I knew I could not handle it
    But like all addicts

    I needed my coffee buzz
    And so, I once more

    Drank my drug of choice
    And entered the coffee zone

    As I fried my brain
    With caffeine

    The last legal drug
    In neo-puritan America

    And I smiled as I gave in
    To the intoxicating smell
    And flavor of my coffee
    And surrender my free will

    And drank my coffee
    Waiting for the nightmares to come

    April 30

    Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

    I have been a rambling man
    All my adult life

    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Went to College in Hayward and Oberlin
    During my lost year
    Lost in a fog of booze and pot
    Then I came back to reality

    And went to college
    In Stockton, California

    The central Valley
    Ohio transplanted to California

    Then after four years in Stockton
    With extended weekends
    and breaks in Berkeley

    I became an expatriate wanderer
    Peace Corps worker in Korea
    Then taught ESL in Korea
    For four years

    Occasionally returning to my home
    But always wanting to be elsewhere

    Then back to Korea
    And then Seattle for four years

    Driving back and forth to the bay area
    Stopping off in Southern Oregon

    Eventually bought a house and duplex
    In Southern Oregon

    Vaguely thinking we would retire there
    Some day when my rambling ways were over
    Then back to Korea for three more years

    Then I joined the Foreign service
    And my wife the military

    And I wandered the world again
    Always somewhere
    Always dreaming of my next somewhere
    Never there
    As I was a permanent expat

    And a diplomat to boot
    Never a local

    But never really felt I belong there
    Or in the America

    That was becoming more and more
    A foreign land

    The longer I stayed away
    I stayed on in DC for almost ten years

    Off and on
    But never really felt
    that I belong there

    I was too West Coast in my heart
    And DC seemed to be
    Just a place to stay
    In between travels

    Stayed in Thailand
    Then later India
    And Eastern Caribbean
    And later Spain

    Traveled to 45 countries
    Lived in ten

    And now I am retired
    Still torn between

    living the expat life
    In Seoul, Korea

    And returning to the West Coast
    And occasionally back to DC
    and Florida as well

    And I wonder
    Where do I belong

    Where do I belong

    Other than wherever
    My wife and I end up

    Neither here nor there
    Half way there

    And so is that my fate
    Never to really belong

    Never to have roots in the ground
    Always wanting to be somewhere else

    Always a stranger in my native land
    And a stranger in my other home
    Across the sea

    There is no answer to these questions
    As the rambling urge comes again
    And I prepare to move yet again
    Hoping someday I will be

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues

    And really be there

    The End

  • Cosmic Dreams and Nightmares

    Cosmic Dreams and Nightmares

    Note:I am taking a two week trip to Vietnam and will update my blog when I return with my reflections on my trip, updated publications etc.

    Cosmic Dreams and Nightmares

    I don’t dream dreams.  I dream movies complete with action, music, food, smells everything.  In this one I had a vision of  a possible future. it was so vivid, almost as if I were watching the hearing take place.

    is the US becoming a Fascist state?

    where to find my stories

    Three stories

     

    1. Dream Girl (true story)
    2. General Zod (flash fiction)
    3. Sam Adams Vs. the Social Cleansing Board

     

    Six Poems

    1. Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare
    2. Endless Movie
    3. Worlds within Worlds Lost in Hell
    4. Dark Dreamscape
    5. Rafting to Hell
    6. Satanic Torture

     

     

    Micro Stories

    Don’t Go Jogging in the Middle of the Night
    Don’t touch this button!
    Don’t open the door
    Don’t go to the theater tonight stay home with me
    Don’t go to Dallas I have a bad feeling about the trip

    Dream Girl
    Cheating Death 100 Times
    Guardian Angel
    Medical Mystery
    SLA Hit List

    Dream Girl – A true Story – reprinted from Dreams and the Unexplainable

    Dream Girl

    You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

    ~Author Unknown

    The dreams started when I was a senior at Berkeley High School in 1974. About a month before I graduated, I fell asleep in a physics class after lunch and had the first dream:

    A beautiful Asian woman was standing next to me, talking in a strange language. She was stunning—the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was in her early twenties, with long black hair, and piercing black eyes. She had the look of royalty. She looked at me and then disappeared, beamed out of my dream like in Star Trek. I fell out of my chair screaming, “Who are you?” She did not answer.

     

    About a month went by, and then I started having the dream repeatedly. Always the same pattern.

    Early morning, she would stand next to me talking. I would ask who she was, and she would disappear. She was the most beautiful, alluring woman I had ever seen.

    I was struck speechless every time I had the dream.

    I had the dream every month during the eight years during which I went to college and served in the Peace Corps. In fact, when I joined the Peace Corps, I had to decide whether to go Korea or Thailand. The night before I had to submit my decision, I had the dream again and it made me sure that she was in Korea waiting for me.

    After the Peace Corps, I still hadn’t met my dream woman. I got a job working for the U.S. Army as an instructor and stayed in Korea. I kept having the dream, until I had the very last one: She was standing next to me, speaking to me in Korean, but I finally understood her. She said, “Don’t worry, we will be together soon.”

    Why was that the last time I had the dream? Because the very next night, the girl in my dream got off the bus in front of me. She went on to the base with an acquaintance of mine, a fellow teacher, and they went to see a movie. I saw her and found the courage to speak with her.

    We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet that weekend.

    The next night, she was waiting for me as I entered the Army base to teach a class. She told me she was a college senior and she had something to tell me. I signed her on to the base and left her at the library to study while I taught, and then we went out for coffee after class. She told me she was madly in love with me, and that I was the man for her. I told her not to worry as I felt the same.

    That weekend, we met Saturday and Sunday and hung out all day. On Sunday night, I proposed to her. It was only three days after we had met, but for me it felt like we had met eight years ago. I had been waiting all my life for her to walk out of my dreams and into my life, and here she was.

    Her mother did not want her to marry a foreigner. One day, about a month after we met, she invited me to meet her parents. I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels for her father and drank the entire bottle with him. He approved of me, but her mother still had reservations. After a Buddhist priest told her my future wife and I were a perfect astrological combination, she agreed, and we planned our wedding.

    The wedding was a media sensation in South Korea. My wife explained it to me years later. At the time, I was overwhelmed just by the fact that we were getting married and I didn’t fully understand how unusual this was. My wife was of the old royal clan, distant relatives to the former kings of Korea. In the clan’s history, only two people had ever married foreigners: my wife, and Rhee Syngman, who was the the first President of South Korea. My father, who was a former Undersecretary of Labor, came out for the wedding, which fueled even more media interest. Our marriage defied the stereotypical Korean-foreign marriage where the women married some hapless GI just to escape poverty and immigrate to the U.S. We were the first foreign/Korean couple to get married at a Korean Army base. Over 1,000 people came to the wedding, and my father was interviewed on the morning news programs.

    This all happened thirty-seven years ago, (45 years since the first dream) and I am still married to the girl in my dreams. Now in my dreams she watches over me when we are apart.

     

    ~Jake Cosmos Aller

     

     

     

    General Zod Conquers the World

     

    SETI and the search for extraterrestrial life goes on overdrive when scientists report what appears to be radio and television broadcasts from a planet eight light years from earth, the same planet as the Vulcans came from in the Star Trek universe.  The programs show a world where dinosaur-like creatures are running the world and there appears to be a civil war.  Over the next six months, the world is transfixed watching the alien broadcasts which are translated in English via a supercomputer program.  In the broadcast, a nuclear war has occurred. The surviving party regains absolute control and announces the formation of the Galactic Empire.  General Zod is the First Emperor.  They have discovered Earth as well. The aliens launch a crash project to develop interstellar travel so they can come to earth and conquer the earth.

    The revelations that there is an external threat to the planet causes the United Nations to get together with the help of the United States and Russia another space powers, they put together Space defense International organization And also invigorates efforts to make the UN a real Planetary government including finally conquering climate change.

    But it was too late. General Zod’s son arrives to take over the earth. He makes a broadcast saying that they were liberating Earth in the name of the Galactic Empire and that resistance would be futile.

    They land at the White House and when President Trump comes out to greet them,

    General Zod cuts off his head, and then cuts off the heads of all the staffers as they come out White House. After an hour of unimaginable horrors, including mass rapes, blowing up the Pentagon and the CIA,  General Zod announces that he had taken over the world.

     

    Life will continue as before as long as people behave and follow the rules they would be fine Resistance to the new empire will be met with instant death.  Life in the Empire is not a democracy. They would not tolerate Freedom of speech, and Freedom of Press, and Freedom of Assembly And the freedom to oppose the State. The state is everything.  As long as humans remember that they would be just fine. They took over the United States because it was the biggest country in the world. And that his forces will take over the rest of the world but in the next couple weeks. If people on earth accept the new order, their safety would be guaranteed. Companies would be taken over by Galactic Empire companies, and everybody would have to learn Galactic standard. Within one year older languages will be banned.

     

    Sam Adams Vs. the Social Cleansing Board

     

    the summons

    Sam Adams was worried. He could not sleep. He got up at 4 am and wrote in his journal and tried to cope with the dread that was overwhelming him. He had received the summons yesterday that he was to report to the social cleansing board for a review on whether he would allow to continue to be on the automatic permit list or would be referred for final status determination. Sam was a retired Federal worker trying to live on dwindling savings.

    Sam had Alzheimer’s and was rapidly depleting his life’s savings. Two years before he had been released from prison, one of millions of ex political prisoners. His crime? Authoring anti-government poems just before the beginning of the Christian States of America, right after the second civil war. Unfortunately for him and his millions of ex-prisoners, his side lost the war. He wanted to flee to the United Provinces and settle down in California but lacked money to move. And getting a job at his age, with Alzheimer’s and his political rating was proving difficult at best.

    All of which added up to a 90 percent probability his last days were approaching.

    Under the new rules imposed by the Christian republican party in the newly established Christian states, all citizens over the age of 18 were on the permitted list if they met all of the following criteria. He tried to think why he was being referred to the board. Perhaps it was because of the recent crackdown on social deviancy. Millions of homosexuals, transgenered people, atheists, drug users, alcoholics, and non-religious people had been rounded up and eliminated according to the rumors. Perhaps someone had fingered him as a possible deviant. He fit the stereotype, no children, known drug user, known alcohol user, suspect politically, atheist and now Alzheimer’s patient. And he was not racially pure having some black blood, some Asian blood and some Jewish blood. And he had married across the racial divide which was now illegal.

    The story was that if you flipped and named names you would sometimes be spared for now, and if your info was correct, you could be rewarded. Of course, those whom you flipped were not too fortunate. That was probably the story or someone could have heard that he was an ex political prisoner, or simply that he had Alzheimer’s’.

    He had no children. And he was a secret atheist and had been involved with the dissent movement and had spent five years as a political prisoner at the start of the Christian Revolution. He was determined to make a stand and denounce the whole rotten system before the board although that would probably seal his fate.

    As an Alzheimer’s patient he could no longer work. His wife had died the year before while he was in prison after she had been deported to her native Korea. She left him some assets but he had little idea how to manage his finances and he was behind in his rent and had received an eviction notice which had probably triggered the visit by the social cleansing staff who recommend a final status determination. But it was just as likely he was on the list because some one flipped on him.

    He also did not make it last time when they came for him at midnight. Always at midnight the story goes.

    The soldiers came took him away from his wife and locked him up for two years. They deported his wife whom he heard had died shortly afterwards. He spend two years at hard labor in the dessert near Las Vegas and was released into Las Vegas.

    Las Vegas was a different town now that the casinos had left town. All that was left were back office operations, and underground booze and pot operations and underground casinos. It was a hot bed of political dissent and there was an underground railroad to California, which was not part of the Christian states. Sam had been preparing to leave which was a crime and perhaps that is why he was on the list.

    The hearing would be at 10 am. He was meeting his lawyer at the hearing board but his lawyer was not too optimistic.

    the Permit Criteria

    The basic criteria for being on the permit list were:

    For Males

    Age 18 to age 70
    White race
    Married to a white woman with children
    Must be either working, in school full time, serving in military duty, or working in prison if convicted of a crime.

    Homelessness was not allowed. If unemployed and or homeless, would be referred to social cleansing department unless one had a relative who was willing to take care of your needs.

    Since there were no pensions or social security anymore and no government provided health care, one must have sufficient assets through one’s work, or savings or through one’s relatives to provide for one ‘s needs. If not you would be sent to the social cleansing board for final status determination.

    For Females

    Same basic rules applied but if one were married, and had children one would be on the permitted list, if children are older, if spouse’s income is sufficient one would be on the list.
    If single or divorced, and homeless one would also be subject to social cleansing unless one’s relatives would willing to sponsor you. Since there were no pensions or social security anymore and no government provided health care, one must have sufficient assets through one’s work, or savings or through one’s relatives to provide for one ‘s needs. If not you would be sent to the social cleansing board for final status determination.

    For Aged People

    Additional requirements for the age you were expected to take care of your basic needs through employment and savings and the help of relatives. If you were evicted for non-payment of rent, or judged to not have sufficient assets left to sustain your basic needs including medical care, you would be referred for final status determination.

    For all people additional requirements applied.

    Sexual deviancy, drug use, alcohol use, gambling, sex outside of marriage, homosexuality would result in immediate referral to the social cleansing board as all were banned conduct that could result in final termination.   Being a member of a prohibited religious class could also be grounds for referral as would a pattern of not attending Christian services. Finally, if one had been arrested for political crimes one would be marked forever.

    Sam’s Rating

    One had a government social rating. Sam knew that his rating was a D meaning that the government would be watching him all the time, and it would be difficult to get a job. Only the A’s and B’s were guaranteed to be on the permit list.

    To be a A you had be to a true believer, had to be white, had to attend church on a regular basis, and had to be employed naturally.

    To be a B same thing but you could be a B if you were a minority, or had engaged in alcohol or drug use under the old rules.

    C meant that there was something wrong with your background, you were an atheist, you were a minority etc.

    D mean that you were a serious threat to the regime.

    E meant that you would be terminated.

    F met you were terminated as it met Failure to survive, and family members of F were also labeled F as they were usually terminated at the same time.

    Being associated with banned political movements, including reading banned materials could also lead one to being referred to the social cleansing board as all were grounds for either termination or criminal prosecution if under the age of 70.

    The board has three choices – granted temporary status extension, referral for termination, or referral to criminal prosecution.

    The termination would be carried out quickly. There would be an optional funeral at your Church, then the execution through the method of your choice – firing squad, beheading, electric chair, or gas. The default was gas where you were put in a room with up to ten other people and put to sleep.

    Afterwards your body would be cremated in an electricity generating plant with the ashes turned into fertilizer products. There were no burials allowed unless one was rich enough and connected enough to request a burial exception. Most people did not qualify.

    the Hearing

    The hearing started. The presiding Judge, Judge Miller was a stern face white man in his 70’s and a true believer. He was sent to Las Vegas to clean it up as Las Vegas was the wild west, a hot bed of dissent, illegal drug use, illegal prostitution and illegal casinos. It was also near several political prisons so many ex cons lived there.

    The Judge was the chairman of the Nevada state committee that did not exist and was a senior official in the Federal committee that did not exist that brought together government, business and church leaders to coordinate government policies and that secretly ran the Christian States of America.

    Probably a score of A thought Sam.

    The judge announced that he had reviewed Sam’s file and was shocked that Sam had escaped final termination. He said that the previous board had erred in simply sending him to prison. He should have been eradicated as a social evil, as a cancer that needs to be removed from the pure body politics. Sam and his ilk sickened him. Sam was a free thinker, an atheist, a mix race mongrel, married to a non-white and was therefore guilty of crimes against the white race which was a crime. The Judge was determined to see justice done.

    He asked Sam a series of questions. Sam’s answers sealed his fate.

    Sam, what is your occupation?

    None for now.

    You realize that under the law you must be working, in service, in school or in prison?

    I can’t find a job due to my age, my Alzheimer’s; and my political record.

    That’s irrelevant. You are just a lousy atheist piece of shit. You deserve no sympathy. And have none from me.

    Are you white?

    No, I am mixed race, part native, part Asian, part black.

    I see you were married to a non-white and had no children. Good for you we would not want to see more mongrel children. Such children should be eliminated at birth in my opinion and will be starting next month when we begin enforcing the racial purity laws.

    What was your crime? Let’s see reading prohibited writings, keeping a journal, publishing an anti-government blog, authoring anti-government poems and stories. You served two years at hard labor?

    Yes

    Do you still write?

    Yes, everyday but I no longer publish on line.

    Good. No one would want to read that trash anyway.

    Do you go to church?

    No

    Do you believe in God?

    No, I do not believe in an imaginary man in the sky.

    One more anti-religious statement from you will result in an immediate ruling of termination.

    Do you drink?

    If I can find it yes

    Do you gamble

    Yes, when I can

    Do you support the Christian Republican Party and the Christian States of America?

    No, I do not.

    Okay, I have enough for a ruling. Sam Adams, you are hereby sentence to termination. Tomorrow morning at 7 am you will be turned into electricity and fertilizer. Take him away.

    Next please.

    At midnight there was a knock at the door. A black man appeared and said he was a friend and he was being smuggled to California. Sam rejoiced and went with his new friend and reached SF in the morning, escaping death for the 23rd time in his life.

    the End

    Poetic Nightmares

    Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare


    Note: From a real nightmare End Note

    I am in a room
    Drinking at a party
    And smoking weed

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures
    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    Everyone in the room same dignity as creatures monsters and depressed tech stock
    Has been transformed except me

     

    The Chief of them all
    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Complete with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy
    Wears the face of Putin
    But his body
    Half human, half horse: if

    The other creatures wear masks
    Many of them wear
    Green Pepe the alt-right
    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T-shirts
    Bearing alt right slogans
    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about
    They chant alt. Right slogans
    And neo-Nazi chants

    Jews will not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures
    Are hideous ugly beasts
    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged
    In all sorts of foul evil deeds
    Murder violence death

    All around
    And non-stop
    violent drug-fueled orgies

    As these creatures
    Half human half monsters
    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed
    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword
    They turn on to their fellow creatures
    Raping and killing each other
    and eating their fellow creatures

    All night long

    Then they attack me
    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us
    And I wake up
    Screaming

    As the sun comes up
    Just another nightmare

    The Endless Movie


    Watching the TV coverage
    Of the great government shut down
    Of 2018-2019

    I am reminded of a movie
    As I fall asleep
    Listening to the TV

    Blather on and on
    About what it all means

    Mr. Natural pops up
    And screams

    “It don’t mean shit

    “Dude, the endless movie
    Is about to begin”!

    A middle-aged white man
    Down on his proverbial luck
    Just been fired

    Replaced by a foreign worker
    Or a robot

    Or just fired
    Because he was no longer
    Deemed useful
    To the masters of the universe

    If he was lucky
    He’d be given a watch
    And an IOU worthless pension

    And the man wanders into a restaurant
    Pulls out a gun

    Eats his breakfast
    After the official breakfast hour

    Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask
    Drops acid, Snorts speed
    Drinks a shot of booze
    And coffee smokes a joint

    Snorts cocaine for good measure
    and smokes a cigaret

    And walks outside
    steals a bus at gun point
    Filled with passengers

    He tells them
    They are hostages

    And he puts on his vest
    With the dead man switch
    Next to the bomb

    He announces
    Via tweet

    He is going to take the bus
    To the proverbial pot of gold

    Hidden deep in a cave
    And when he got there

    He would release the hostages
    And disappear into the mine
    And never be found again

    And as the bus careens around the mountain
    At a 100 miles an hour
    The dude sprouts out

    Conspiracy after conspiracy theory
    About Obama the Muslim communist

    secret gay working with George Soros
    the Jewish money people
    in league with the shapeshifting lizards

    and Mueller is one of them
    they are all after him
    because he knows the deal

    And the passengers are transfixed
    Half hoping he would make it
    Half hoping he would be blown away

    And as the bus careens out of control
    With the wheels falling off

    And the cliff looming ahead
    You realize we are all doomed

    Worlds Within Worlds Lost in Inner Space

    A man woke up one day
    Lost in inner space
    Went so far down
    The proverbial rabbit hole

    That he did not know
    Where he was
    Nor what time it was
    Nor when it was

    As he stared out
    At a bewildering world
    A world lost in inner space
    Deep down in his dreams

    Satanic Torture


    I find myself
    In a dark room
    Strapped to a bed

    The light turns on
    The large TV comes on

    A smiling image
    Of Satan fills the TV
    He is dressed
    In a conservative business suit

    Looks like he came
    Out of a corporate
    board meeting

    surrounded by demonic aides
    who constantly shove papers
    at him

    He looks up from his lap top
    And smiles
    A deadly so insincere smile

    His voice booms out

    Welcome to Hell
    My satanic slaves

    I am Satan
    Your new master

    Each of you
    Has been sentenced
    To an eternity of torture

    And the punishment
    Must fit the crime

    So, for you
    Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller
    Failed aspiring poet
    And novelist

    Your torture
    Is to be strapped
    To that bed

    Unable to move
    As you are filled
    With the need
    To piss and shit

    But you can not move
    And your skin
    Is crawling with bugs

    And itchy
    as Hell so to speak
    and you are so sleepy

    but you can not sleep

    the TV will play
    endless repeats

    Of some of the worst TV
    and movie shows
    ever produced

    Starting with my favorite
    A Series of Unfortunate Events

    Featuring your favor annoying little girl
    Carmetta! Singing for you forever
    As you are the ultimate cake sniffer

    wiki a series of unfortunate events

    Welcome to Hell

     

    Rafting Towards Hell

    I woke up
    To find myself
    Rafting down a river

    I looked up
    At the cliffs
    Towering above
    the roaring torrent

    and see the dark demons
    of my terrible nightmares
    chasing the boat
    firing flaming arrows

    and I see werewolves
    goblins, ghosts and monsters
    running along the river bed
    screaming obscenities

    as they chase me
    to my doom

    and I see the waterfall ahead
    and see my pending doom

    as I rush over the edge
    of reason

     

    Micro Stories

    53 word stories regarding unheeded warnings

    Don’t Go Jogging in the Middle of the Night

    It all started with a jog in the middle of the night. Despite my wife’s warning don’t go jogging in the middle of the night. Broke my heal in a million pieces, 14 operations ensured, mutant MDR Staff almost killed me, almost lost the leg. . should have listened to her warning.

    Don’t touch this button!

    Don’t touch this button the former President said. I said, what this button? And that led to the launching of nuclear weapons, going to defon three, and world war 3 with millions of people dead end of civilization moment. Should not have touched the red button.

    Don’t open the door

    When you find yourself running for your life chased by demons from hell and backed into a corner in a burning house filled with flames and are about to die in a million horrible ways you remembered that they warned you not to open door number three in this crazy reality TV show.

    Don’t go to the theater tonight stay home with me

    Mary Todd Lincoln had a vicious headache and was not in the mood to go out. The President though ignored her wishes and told her that he had to go to the theater that night to show the world everything was okay now the war was ending. Should have listened to her.

    Don’t go to Dallas I have a bad feeling about the trip

    Jackie was known for her moods and her premonitions. Something the President found both amusing an annoying. She told him that she a vision of death waiting for him in Dallas that day. The President dismissed her foolishness as he put it and went to Dallas to meet his fate.

    true love story.

    In 1974 I had the first dream. While sleeping in a boring class, I saw a beautiful Asian woman standing at me speaking a foreign language. I fell out of chair yelling who are you?   I began having the same dream month after month for eight years.  One day I realized she was in Korea so I went there in the Peace Corps to meet her. In 1982 I had the last dream.  She said don’t worry we meet soon. That night she walked off a bus, out of the dream and into my life.  We’ve been married 37 years.

    Cheating Death 22 Times

    I have cheated death 22 times in my life.  I was born a preemie, almost died at birth, and had all the childhood illness at once.  In 1979 I came down with Typhoid  fever in Korea in the Peace Corps.  In 1991 almost got hit by a train. In 1996-1997 had 14 operations due to a mutant drug resistant staph infection, almost died several times.  In 1997 I had an acute stomach ailment that almost killed me, due to excessive antibiotic usage, if I had waited 30 minutes more would have been dead.  And had dengue in 2010.

    Guardian Angel Saves My Life

    In 1990, I was teaching ESL in Korea.  My wife and I drove to the East Coast of Korea for a weekend away. She was in the US Army then.  As we drove towards Sorak mountain, I was filled with the need to get off the road right then. I had a premonition of doom, so did my wife. We got off to drive around another park returned a few minutes later and saw a 25 car pileup. We would have been dead if we had not listened to that inner voice telling us get off now.

    Medical Mystery

    Back in 1996, when I was in the hospital fighting a mutant staph infection after a disastrous jogging accident that led to 14 operations, the internal medicine doctor said that there was something else going on. He finally discovered that I had a rare parasite, a tape worm of sorts that remained inert, its only becomes active if you take steroids then it blows up like a basketball killing you instantly. Six months later I had to take steroids due to frozen shoulder syndrome, and if I had not gotten rid of it, I would have died a medical mystery.

    SLA Hit List

    symbionese liberation army

    Back in 1974 my father was a local politician in Berkeley, California who was on the SLA’s hit list as “an enemy of the people, a fascist insect that needed to be killed”.  His crime?  As President of the community college district, he began requiring IDS for students and staff to combat campus crime at the local community colleges.  We had 24/7 police coverage for a while. One morning I saluted my father, “good morning fascist insect”.  My father, being of Germanic stock did not like the joke as jokes are alien to the German DNA.

    the End

  • Cheating Death Updates

    Cheating Death Updates

    Cheating Death Updates

    The Acadamy of Hearts and Mind will publish three of my poems in their next issue. The poems are ” Lost Illusions Stripped Away,” “7th Extinction Event”, and “the Last Bee Ends Humanity’s Reign”. They also published “Cheating Death 22 Times.” Cheating Death Updates include audio clips.

    Cheating Death Updates – here they are

    Lost Illusions Stripped Away

    Illusions stripped away
    I look at myself

    63 years old
    In reasonable health

    Living with my wife
    Retired living overseas
    Writing a blog
    Getting poetry and short stories published

    And don’t understand
    Why I can’t be happy

    Political news infuriates me
    And causes stress

    president trump

    Perhaps it is time to just let go
    Don’t worry about things
    That I can not control

    Be content with what I have
    Help manage our real estate
    Write in my blog

    Be more positive
    Optimistic
    And reflect on what I have

    7th Extinction Event

    7th extiction

    With the collapse of the humble bee
    The 6th extinction event continued unabated
    As climate change begins to unravel
    Extreme weather becomes the norm

    Commercial agriculture fails
    Water and electric systems fail
    Urban areas are abandoned

    Terrified survivors
    Huddle together
    The rich retreat to underground caves

    And take with them workers
    Who become slave labor
    But happy to be alive

    As the 6th extinction
    Morphs into the 7th
    And final extinction event

    The fall of humanity
    Looms over the planet

    With the collapse of urban civilization
    Climate change slows down
    But a new ice age
    Long overdue

    Starts in earnest
    Natures ultimate revenge

    Last Bee Ends Humanity’s Reign

    last bee
    last bee

    honey bee extintion means ends of humanity

    The end of humanity’s reign
    Of supremacy on earth
    Came about with the death
    Of the last bee on earth

    Scientists had been warning the world
    For a number of years
    Of the dire consequences of the collapse
    Of the insect world

    Especially the humble bee
    That played such a vital role
    In keeping many plants alive

    The bees were eaten by birds
    And the birds were eaten
    By other animals

    Without the work of the humble bee
    Commercial agriculture collapsed
    Causing widespread famine
    Across the world

    Scientists rushed to the rescue
    Deploying robot bees
    An GMO bees

    But to no avail
    The fix was in
    And humanity’s goose
    Was cooked so to speak

    And with the collapse of agriculture
    Came the collapse of urban civilization
    And the end of urban civilization
    Led to billions of people
    Facing starvation in the ruined cities

    Some rich people bounded together
    And build vast underground cities
    Where they continued the experiment
    Of robot bees and GMO bees

    But nothing worked
    And humanity’s long descend
    Towards extinction began

    It all happened within a few years
    One day everything was normal
    Scandals, wars, threat of wars
    Economic turmoil
    Endless infotainment news

    Three years latter
    50 million rich people
    Were living in caves
    Along with 150 million slaves

    The end of humanity
    Caused the rests of the world
    To gradually recover

    The bees were never consulted
    They had no role to play
    Just the humble workers
    Who had fed the world

    But they were no more
    Plants evolved
    Other ways to survive

    And the world went on
    Without the human overlords
    Who remained huddled in their caves

    Dreaming of one day
    Returning to reclaim the world
    Just as the bible proclaimed

    they also published last year my personal essay, “Cheating Death Twenty Times” reprinted below

    Cheating Death Updates: Cheating Death Twenty Two Times


    MIND ESSAYS, NON-FICTION

    “Cheating Death 20 Times
    By Jake Aller

    In my 62 trips around the sun, I cheated death 20 times. These are the true stories. If I ever meet the grim reaper I’d like to ask him why he spared me all these times.

    Five Childhood Illnesses Hit me at age Six

    I was a preemie. Born two months early. They had just developed oxygen tents for preemies and I was one of the first babies they saved using that technology, so in a way even being born meant that I had cheated death. The doctors thought that I would develop severe medical conditions. They were right; I have had bad eyes, bad teeth, and a residual learning disability from birth. And I had a weak immune system to boot. When I was six years old, I missed almost all the first grade and had to repeat the first grade because I developed all the childhood illnesses at once. I had whooping cough, pneumonia, the flu, German measles, and regular measles, chicken pox, and mono all in that year. And hay fever to boot. for me once I recovered I was in good health for years except for seasonal allergies in the fall and spring.

    Typhoid Fever Almost Kills Me in Korea

    I graduated from high school and college and mostly was healthy, no major issues other than colds, the flu, and seasonal allergies. While I was in the Peace Corps training, we did a hike in the mountains in the East Coast of Korea. We stopped to drink water from a stream. I developed severe diarrhea and a fever. I was rushed to the local hospital and transferred to a hospital in Seoul. I had developed Typhoid fever, one of the last such cases in Korea as the Koreans had largely eliminated the threat of Typhoid Fever given the overall improvement in the country’s infrastructure. The doctors at first could not figure it out, but in the end, they figured it out. I spent four weeks in the hospital missing a lot of my crucial language training. The Peace Corps offered me the opportunity to go home or transfer to another Peace Corps program but opted to finish the training and my service. During the stay in the hospital, I was a celebrity of sorts – the only foreign patient and the nurses and doctors stopped by to practice their English with and I practiced my very rudimentary Korean as I flirted up a storm with the pretty nurses.

    Guardian Angel Saves Me in Korea

    I have always been a skeptical person, and not much of a believer. I have never been a Christian. I have always been an agnostic or even an atheist. But one day many years ago I experienced an event that changed my perspective on life. Since that time, I have become a believer in guardian angels that look after us in this corrupted world of ours. I can’t explain what happened that day, other than to realize that there are stranger things in life than we can imagine and that someone or something was looking out for me that day.

    In 1990, I was living in South Korea teaching ESL for a Korean University and government, and Asian studies for the University of Maryland for military forces stationed in Korea. I was living in Seoul with my spouse who was a U.S. army officer, newly assigned to Korea. She was born in Korea and was, in fact, the first Korean American female officer to be assigned to Korea. We had been married for about six years having met in 1982 and had a whirlwind romance, marrying two months after we met. That is the subject of another story though.
    One spring day we took a trip to the east coast of Korea. It was about a five to six-hour journey by car. My wife was driving because I did not drive due to bad vision and because I was afraid to drive in the chaotic driving environment in South Korea. We left Seoul about 11 am and by 3 pm we were halfway to our destination, Soraksan which is the number one mountain park in South Korea. It was a fine Spring day, just perfect weather, and we were both looking forward to taking a few days off.

    Just outside of the town of Wongju, the freeway backed up and there was heavy traffic ahead of us. I saw a sign for the Wongaksan National Park which I had never visited before and I told Angela, let’s get off the freeway and check it out. I felt something telling me we had to exit the freeway that moment. I had a premonition that something bad was coming down the freeway and we were heading right into it.
    We never forgot that day. And to this day almost thirty years later I often think back what would have happened if I had ignored that warning in my head and had insisted that we keep going to what would have been our death.

    Almost Hit by a Train in Korea

    While in my first tour in Seoul, Korea I joined the Hash House Harriers. The hash was an international drinking club with a running problem as they put it. The Hash started in colonial Malaysia and spread around the world. Mostly expat Americans and British. The runs ended with beer drinking, ritual punishments and British style jokes and bawdy not safe for work and not politically correct humor. I thought it was a lot of fun, but it was certainly not for everyone.

    One day we did a run down by the train tracks. I was running along listening to music and did not hear the train approaching. I jumped off at the last moment barely avoiding being killed by the train.

    Afterwards, I said that I had cheated death yet again, not knowing that my real experience cheating death was waiting for me a few years down the road.

    Mutant Drug Resistance Staph Infection and 14 Operations Almost Kills Me

    The event that changed my life was a simple decision. One morning I decided to go for a jog. It was dark outside and I thought that I knew the path. I made a strategic miscalculation and fell down a five-foot gap in the bushes where I thought was a series of steps.

    I shattered my heel in a million pieces. I made it back to my room, called 9-11 after an hour when I realized my foot was broken. I called my wife as well. I was a foreign service officer newly returned to DC for my first assignment in DC after working five years overseas in Korea and Thailand. She was an army officer stationed in Ft Sam Houston, San Antonio Texas.

    The ER doctor bandaged me up and told me that I needed surgery and after surgery would be bedridden for at least four months. We opted to do the surgery in Texas and we arranged for me to fly using a wheelchair assistance. By the time I arrived the swelling was so bad that we had to wait a week to do the surgery.

    The Air Force doctors wanted to try an experimental procedure using shark cartilage as a replacement bone material. A few days after the surgery I developed a fever and went back to the hospital and they discovered I had a staph infection. They treated me with IV antibiotics and opened the wound area and cleaned it out and replaced the cartridge. Then sent me home to recover. I had to take antibiotics for four months.

    I went back to her house. She got me an internet account and I learned how to surf the net and read a lot of stuff online. I could not stand watching daytime TV. We did not have cable service. We rented a movie nightly and I watched movies every day and surfed the net and read some books she bought me as well.
    Her dog, Jason, was a cute dachshund that was bilingual – Korean and English. He became my best friend for the four months I was out of commission. I called my office once a week to check in.

    Once I returned to DC, I stayed there for almost a month and commuted by crutches. I was amazed at how cruel drivers were. Many people cursed me for holding up traffic as I could not walk across the street with the green light which seemed to be timed to allow for only Olympic 50-year dashers to get across the street in the allocated time. Then on the metro not once during the couple of weeks I commuted by metro was I offered a seat once during the entire time and I often had to stand on my crutches the entire trip. and several times people rushed by me yelling at me to get out of the way on the subway stairs.

    I went one day to the old Walter Reed Army military hospital in DC for a routine check up on a different issue – a cist on my arm that I wanted to be removed. The doctor noticed that I was running a fever, quickly realized that the infection had returned, and I was back into surgery the next day.

    My wife came out that weekend to see me in the hospital. I ended up having 12 more operations as the staph infection had become MDR. I had an IV inserted in my stomach and went through intensive vancomycin the nuclear bomb of antibiotics for four months. The final operation was a bone graft from my hip after they finally realized that the shark cartridge would not work.

    My wife had to argue with the military doctors to allow me to stay in the hospital for an additional month. They wanted me to stay on the IV antibiotics, but I had to report in twice a day for blood work. She pointed out that I would be home alone and could not drive to the hospital but would have to go back and forth by metro and bus. Two hours each way. So, I stayed on until June.

    I stayed sane by reading a book a day. During that year I read almost 300 books and started a daily journal. This was pre-internet and there was no wi-fi in the hospital, so I was on the State Department’s email distribution and personal email during the entire time I was there, and it was also pre-Face Book days. I went to the hospital library every day and got another book. The doctors were amused as every morning I had another book to read. I also watched lots of TV becoming hooked on the X files. I watched it frequently with the elderly black night janitor who was a big fan. He was also a conspiracy nut. He introduced me to the “reptilian overlords” conspiracy theory and speculated over who might secretly be a “reptilian overlord.”

    My fellow patients were all army troops – everyone called me major as they could just not comprehend that my wife was the major and not me. One of my fellow patients was recovering from an accident and had gangrene and was facing amputation and a divorce.

    Another soldier was back in the army. He and his wife had inherited half million dollars and left the military and spend two years enjoying the high life and blew through almost all the money, so he went back into the military then had an accident and was recovering from a broken leg as well. This was the 90’s so there were few military injuries, most of the patients were there for me due to a freak accident that broke their legs, arms, or back.

    My best friend who was an actor in town for a season visited almost every day. My wife came for most of the surgery and many friends who had heard where I came for a visit. But I was cut off as this just before everyone got email and there was no internet in the hospital. Finally, I was released as Angela got assigned back to DC.
    I went back to work. And things were going okay. I returned to work and my life. The fibromyalgia was a chronic condition but when I went to India and discovered yoga it became manageable. The arthritis was chronic, but I eventually quit taking anti-inflammatory drugs and learned to just deal with the pain. Every four months I must see a foot doctor to debride calluses that build up. Then in 2007 almost ten years after the accident I developed hammer toes and had to have four operations to smash my feet back into shape. Ten years after the operation I was faced with chronic pain due to the fibromyalgia and arthritis and some limited mobility but was recovering enough to resume daily walks.

    1996-1997 was my personal year of hell. The year in the hospital changed my life. Afterwards, I felt that I had been given a new lease on life, almost as if I was given bonus games in the great video game of life. And despite my constant pain, I was just happy to be alive, and to still be married and to still have a high-powered job. I had read 300 books in one year. I started keeping track of my reading and movies and never came close to that record.

    Guardian Angel Saves Me in Texas

    While I was in Texas recovering from my extended illness, I had an incident like the guardian angel incident in South Korea. I had gone to Texas to recover from the accident and the first two operations. I wanted to go back to work. In retrospect, I should have asked for a few more weeks to recover. It was December and San Antonio where my wife was based was experiencing rare winter weather. The roads were covered with ice and commercial flights were closed but the military was still flying, and we had booked passage on a medevac flight.

    While driving to the airport, Angela and I started talking about the weather and she had just explained to me what to do if we encountered black ice and boom we encountered black ice and she instantly reacted appropriately because we had just discussed it. Something had told us to expect ice on the road. We totaled the car but walked away unhurt. I went back a few days later but in retrospect should have stayed behind for a few more weeks. They might have caught the staph infection before it spread out of control.

    Weird Parasite Could Have Killed Me

    After enduring 14 operations and nine months in the hospital, I had developed intense chronic pain and after going to many different doctors was diagnosed with fibromyalgia as well as arthritis due to the operation. I also developed a frozen shoulder syndrome and had to have a steroid shot. While I was in the hospital undergoing the 14 operations, the internal medicine doctor told me that there was some other infection going on. He eventually found out that I had a rare parasite that I had picked up in Thailand. He had asked me whether I had spent time in Southeast Asia. I told him that I had indeed spent time in Thailand. He said,

    “Well, I know what is causing the symptoms.”

    While I was in Thailand, I had fallen into a canal during a Hash House harrier run. This parasite was benign, but I should take some medicine to get rid of it. If I ever had a steroid shot for any reason, the parasite would expand to the size of a basketball and then kill me within one hour of taking the steroid. I noted this in my journal and commented that this might be proof that God if he existed, had a morbid sense of humor for if he created the universe what was the point of creating this parasite? Fortunately for me, due to the persistence of that doctor, they discovered the parasite before I had the steroid shot.

    Ending up in ER due to Mutiny among my stomach flora

    One day in the fall, when Angela my wife who was on a business trip to Korea, I developed strange symptoms. I could not eat or drink anything, but my stomach blew up as if I were pregnant. I called a taxi and made it to the nearest military base ER at Ft Belvoir. I was admitted to the ER and spent two weeks there recovering from an acute GI tract infection. Apparently, the nine months of antibiotic treatment had so disturbed my internal microflora that bad bacteria had killed off the good bacteria. They told me that was a side effect of taking IV antibiotics like vancomycin and that doctors, in general, don’t do a good enough job of monitoring people after being discharged after extended anti-biotic usage. Someone should have warned me that this could have happened. In any event, the doctors said that I had waited more than an hour I would have been dead.

    Dengue Fever in Barbados

    My last serious illness occurred almost eight years ago. I was stationed in Barbados and my wife had just retired from the U.S. Army and had joined me. Her niece was also staying with us for a while. One day we went to tour a famous gully. We got there late in the day and there were mosquitos there. We were not too worried as malaria and zika virus were very rare in Barbados as was Dengue. What were the odds that we both would get one of the few cases of Dengue fever in Barbados that year? Well we both came down with it and my niece had to take care of us for a few weeks as we recovered. Everyone at the Embassy was afraid that we had gotten SARS which was the epidemic of concern that year. When we told them we had dengue, everyone just shrugged and told us to take a few weeks off.

    Final thoughts

    I don’t often talk about that year I was in the hospital and 22 times I cheated death, but when I do, I tell people that it changed my life in so many ways and that I was a far better person because of the operations and the year in the hospital. Every day I wake up and feel alive and thankful for that for I felt that I had cheated death at least 14 times that year. People often ask me why I am always so cheerful. My standard answer is that after cheating death 14 times every day is a bonus day and I am determined to make the most of it. The pain is there, and I just must cope with it the best I can without taking drugs for it. I have cheated death at least 22 times in my life. And I remain an optimistic happy go lucky kind of guy. After all, I have been through I know that every moment is precious, and I feel that I am living a bonus round in the video game of life. Still waiting to meet the Grim Reaper and ask him why he allowed me to cheat death so many times.

    The End

  • White Lady Dressed in Death

    White Lady Dressed in Death

    White Lady Dressed in Death

    The Opiate Literary Review has published my poem, “White Lady Getting off the Bus” which is a surrealistic poem about a white lady getting off a bus dressed in death playing the flute of life.


    white lady

    White Lady Dressed in Death

    White lady
    Dressed in death

    Playing games
    Green blues on a flute

    Black man dressed in life
    Playing symphonic rock on a drum

    A bus pulls up
    Vomiting out passengers

    Lining them up on a red dot
    For worshiping the god of death

    Does it make any sense
    Unless you are already there?

    Ariel Chart has published my poem, “Imagining the End of the World” and my short story, “Just Another Night in the City of Angels”

    Imagining the End of the World

    imagining the end of the world

    Imagining the End of the World

    BARCELONA, SPAIN – MAY 09: The Terminator robot is seen in the paddock following qualifying for the Spanish Formula One Grand Prix at the Circuit de Catalunya on May 9, 2009 in Barcelona, Spain. (Photo by Clive Mason/Getty Images)

    I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse
    Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride

    Death, pestilence, plague and war
    They were ready to ride into the sunset

    Spreading their hate with them
    As they led the world to its foretold doom

    The end days were approaching they told me
    And their time was near

    I begged them to hold off
    To give us more time

    To work things out
    They laughed and said

    Time waits for no one
    We have a divine plan to work out

    You have been warned before
    And will be warned again and again

    But soon it will be time
    And we must do our duty
    To bring an end to this benighted world

    And fulfill our destiny
    And yours

    But for now
    We will let you sleep

    And let you prepare yourself
    For the time is near

    The end of the world is coming
    It is later than you think

    Soon soon the antichrist will come
    Uniting the world

    And leading the battles too come
    Before the end of the world

    And mankind ceases to exist
    Just dust in the wind

    Of a dead planet
    In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe
    All part of God’s plan

  • Hell is Here to Stay

    Hell is Here to Stay

    Hell is Here to Stay and other Poems

    updated with audio files

    Here are some poems that I like. The first four have been published, the last is unpublished. The first, fourth and fifth one were the product of dreams. God’s Confession was written after a night drinking in Bangkok. As some of you may have heard me say over the years, I don’t dream dreams I dream movies. The second and third I wrote while in college over 40 years ago, the last one I wrote last week.

    Some of these poems may be offensive. So be it. If you are offended, please accept my apologies in advance but these are my nightmares not yours. You are entitled to believe whatever you want to believe or not believe and so am I. Obviously, these poems don’t reflect the views of any prior employers.

    In any event, I have also posted these poems on All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Hello Poetry, Cosmosfunnel, Scriggler, Open Arts Forum, Poetry Magnum Opus, and Writing.com

    Index

    Hell is Here to Stay published in Bad Nudes
    Depressed Morbid Nights, published in Rosset Maleficarum
    Early Morning Thoughts, published in Rosset Maleficarum
    God’s confession, published in Otherwise Engaged
    Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare, published on Scriggler

    here are the audio files

    Hell is Here to Stay

    Hell is Here to Stay
    The angel of the lord

    Appeared on TV sets
    All over the world

    People woke up
    Expecting to see
    The usual suspects

    Talking heads
    Talking drivel
    Talking trash

    Instead
    A stern visage
    A stern old man
    In a dark suit

    He had a salt and pepper beard
    And long, dark black hair

    And piercing blue eyes
    Staring out
    From his stern face

    The eyes
    Piercing the soul
    Of all who listened

    The voice
    Of the angel of the lord
    Was like thunder

    And all over the world
    People tried to turn off
    Their TV sets
    To no avail

    Twilight light Zone
    Prevailed

    The angel of the lord
    Stopped swearing
    And said

    In a calm
    Deadly voice

    People of earth
    You know the lord
    By a billion names

    I am his spokesman
    We’ve realized
    There is the age of the TV

    And we must be able to reach
    You directly

    Before one or a million
    Could understand

    Now no one hears us
    For you are convinced

    We are dead
    Irrelevant
    Washed up
    A fraud

    Frankly speaking
    You all can go to hell

    And an evil grin
    Appears on his face
    As he says

    Can a fraud do this?

    And outside
    Thunder and lightening

    A star comes down
    And houses were blown away

    And everyone was
    Outside

    The TV set
    Was in the sky above

    The voice of the angel
    Of the lord
    Proclaiming

    Repent
    The end is near
    And now

    No more TV
    No more booze

    The rights to you
    Have been sold

    For to quote Frank Zappa
    You are all assholes
    You are all assholes

    All of you
    Little, mean little assholes

    Let me introduce
    My new business partner

    satan

    Satan, also known
    As the prince of darkness

    God and Satan
    Have agreed on a deal

    A thousand year Reich
    A thousand year of slavery
    For you

    My little human assholes
    For your sins, your arrogance
    Your foolish pride

    After a thousand years
    Of pure torture

    We will return
    To judge the living and the dead

    Most of you will remain in hell
    Some will be redeemed

    And allowed into heaven
    And now, back to your usual station

    Welcome to hell
    Satan said

    And laughed and laughed and laughed
    And the usual crimes resume
    The usual lies and deceits and shames

    For most people
    It made no difference

    They had been in hell
    For centuries

    For some
    It mattered

    The few decent people
    Left on earth

    Were condemned to join
    The masses

    For another thousand years
    Of toil and misery

    The bosses were happy
    Satan appointed them
    To continue to rule

    But no strikes
    No salaries
    And as much abuse
    As they could give out

    And so, the world turns and turns
    Following its way
    Around the sun

    And the sun
    Turns and floats
    Through space

    And the end was here
    And now

    No one could tell
    The difference anymore
    Hell was here to stay

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    Depressed Morbid Nights

    One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights
    I shall awake to the God damned game of life

    And sit under the graying light
    Of the foolish full moon

    And laminate upon my luminance
    And chew up the garments of past lives

    And cry my soul
    But no one will hear the plight of my mind
    On strike for better wages
    And more love

    Thus, I will sit, and think and dream
    Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

    It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic
    But then as I drink to oblivion
    I begin to think

    Of all those things that I have not experienced
    And wonder with a vengeance

    Why God hates me so
    Or is it only an illusion?

    When will I awake
    Or do we just sit waiting for more beer
    To cover up

    The stench of putrid rotting flesh
    Waiting for death to take us away

    To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky
    Trying to communicate across a gap

    That is light years’ long
    And will never close

    For man was not made to know
    The real thoughts of another

    Man was made to suffer, cry and wait
    For the party in Hell afterwards

    Shit, let’s us die and be done with it
    Or live without our God damned dreams

    Running our thoughts
    Into pits of depraved madness

    Early Morning Thoughts

    Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy
    I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin
    And my heart did a swirling spin
    When I saw that vision of erotic delight

    There I stood
    Alone in a somehow too dismal room
    Full of vibrant people
    I knew not what to say

    So, I spent that dismal day
    Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom
    Thoughts what might happen that day
    And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello

    Thus, it went
    Years after ever melancholy year
    Days after ever gloomy days
    Nights of self-induced torture

    Months of nightly rancid beer
    There it went

    Now
    I am sitting and thinking
    Thoughts so gloomy
    I still don’t know

    Life belongs to the living
    Not to the morbid mystic dreamers
    Nor the poets dying

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    God’s Confession

    I was sitting along
    In a god forsaken bar
    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
    Of society

    On the bad part of town
    Over by railroad tracks
    Heading to hell
    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink
    Drinking by my lonesome self

    With my partners
    Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother
    And his old Granddad

    Just drinking and hanging
    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum
    With a thousand year stare
    Walks up to me

    He begins
    Muttering to himself

    Nutty nonsense
    Crazy words
    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look
    Of one possessed
    By his own demons

    That only he can see
    Or hear

    Possessed by a secret knowledge
    Only he knew

    Despite myself
    I was fascinated
    By this lunatic’s tale

    So, I stopped him
    And said

    So, what’s your game
    Anyway

    The short little dude
    Stopped his insane prattle

    Starting at me
    With that thousand year old stare

    Just another washed up
    Lunatic

    Too many drugs
    Too many bad nights
    On the wrong side of life

    An acid causality from the 60’s
    Went out so far
    Down the LSD rabbit hole
    Never came back

    He looked at me
    And proclaimed his story

    He reared up
    And filled up the room

    And lifted the bar
    On his finger

    And stared down at me
    From the sky

    And said
    Since you asked

    I am God
    The alpha and Omega
    The real deal

    The original dude of dudes
    The sultan of Swing
    God of hosts
    And father of that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me
    Any more
    No one cares

    They think I am irrelevant
    They think I am dead

    They think I am a fairy tale
    From some olden, ancient time

    Some say I am dead
    Others think I should be dead
    That my work is done

    I looked at him
    Carefully now
    And what did I see

    An old man
    With that lunatic look
    But there was something else

    He was crazy
    Sure yes
    But perhaps he was the real deal

    I mean why not
    Why would not God be
    A lunatic wandering around loose

    Talking to low lives like me
    In a bar
    On the way to hell

    So, I looked at him
    And invited him to share
    His tale of woe

    God tells me
    Well, it’s like this

    Many a year ago
    People believed in me

    But one day
    They quit believing in me
    And they went on without me

    As they left me
    My powers got weaker and weaker
    And so eventually I became
    What you see today

    A broken down drunk
    Hanging out
    Looking for a hand out
    Looking for some company
    Or at least a free dinner

    And he laughed and laughed
    And I looked at him
    And saw the beginnings of the end
    And the ends of the beginnings

    I saw a million planets
    Flash by
    A billion people
    A trillion sentient beings

    Thinking all at once
    Thoughts filled my head
    Lights flashed

    And I knew
    He was telling the truth

    But it did not matter
    In this day and age
    Of materialism

    God has no role
    God is truly dead

    And so, I bought him a drink
    And walked out of the bar
    Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead
    And we had all conspired
    To kill him

    Long live God

    Published in Otherwise Engaged, Vol 1 2018
    link to amazon site can’t locate journal web site


    Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare

    Note: From a real nightmare End Note

    I am in a room
    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures
    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    The Chief of them all
    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Completed with orange hair
    Half human half pig

    His deputy
    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body
    Half human, half horse

    The other creatures wear masks
    Many of them wear
    Green Pepe the alt right
    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T shirts
    Bearing alt right slogans
    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about
    They chant alt. Right slogans
    And neo Nazi chants
    Jews with Not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures
    Are hideous ugly beasts
    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged
    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death
    All around

    And none-stop
    violent drug fueled orgies
    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters
    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed
    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
    Who chases after people
    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures
    Raping and fucking each other
    All night long

    Then they attack me
    Screaming
    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up
    Screaming

    As the sun comes up
    Just another nightmare

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    The End

  • AI Taking Over the World

    AI Taking Over the World

    These are my poems about AI taking over the world. Part of my Fake Things chapbook.

    AI Fake Photos

    AI fake model photo
    fake model

    xrealistic fake photos of people who don’t existThe AI industry

    Is getting closer and closer
    To their goal

    Of creating totally fake personas
    That are almost impossible
    To spot
    Truly fake people
    For a fake world

    The fake photos
    Of fake people

    Who never lived
    Are almost impossible
    To detect

    Soon fake photos
    Will be everywhere
    Selling us all the fake goods

    That the marketing gurus
    Convince us all
    That we so definitely need

    None of it real
    In a world filled with fake things
    This is the ultimate fake thing

    Deep Fakes

    wikipedia on deep fakes

    This category is about to explode
    With the development of deep fakes

    Videos that look like the real thing
    And you can’t tell the real from the fake anymore
    Unless you have very specialized equipment

    And not only will this be used in porn
    It will also be used in fake news videos

    Showing politicians and business men
    Saying and doing things

    That they did not do
    And a picture or video is worth a thousand words

    Their denials will sound like fake denials
    And the damage will have been done

    Fake Real Estate Ads – True Story

    We were victimized
    By a scam artist
    We rented our apartment
    In Medford Oregon

    Some one scrapped our add
    From Zillow
    Created a fake add
    And tried to get people
    To send them the security deposit

    Then we saw
    That fake real estate adds
    Are all over the place
    Close to 25 percent of ads
    Are faked they say

    Often run by Nigerians
    Who have added
    Fake real estate ads
    To their vast portfolio
    Of fake ads

    Many of these ads
    Originate in Houston
    Or Atlanta
    The largest Nigerian expat
    Communities in the US

    Where they continue their scams
    The old adage
    Caveat emptor comes to mind

    In this day and age
    Of fake this and that
    Nothing can be believed
    As everything can be a scam

    Fake Videos

    The world is awash
    With fake videos

    Purporting to be
    Various celebrities

    Having sex
    Part of the fake porn industry

    Or making outrageous comments
    All part of the fake outrage industry

    And it will get worst
    With the development
    Of the deep fake

    Where fake photos
    and fake videos
    can’t be distinguished
    from the real thing

    Fake Photos

    It used to be easy to spot fake photos
    Nowadays
    It is almost impossible to tell the difference

    Between a fake photo
    And a real photo

    But most of the time
    It is obvious

    I had a favorite fake wedding photo
    It showed the man who was relatively short
    Standing next to his bride who was relatively tall

    But in the picture she was levitating
    I asked the man
    Is your wife into yoga?

    And showed him that she was flying in the air
    And denied him the visa
    Because he had presented false documentation

    If he had shown a real picture
    I would have given him the visa
    Had no other reason to be suspicious

    fake Humans – Coming of the Clones

    is just a matter of time
    In this fake SF world
    We live in

    That human clones
    Will be invented
    The first ones
    Will be just for body parts

    And won’t be fully human
    But eventually

    100 percent clones
    Will become as real
    As you and me

    And when they do
    Will the clones
    Have human rights

    Or will they become
    Nothing but slaves
    To the real human masters

    Or will they turn
    On their owners

    And hunt us down
    With their robot warriors

    Crying
    Death to all humans ?

    Fake Humans -Designer Babies

    In China
    A line was crossed
    That should never have been crossed

    A scientist
    Decided to create a designer baby
    Designed to be disease free

    And he created the first
    Designer baby
    Which has now been born

    Soon, very soon
    Designer babies will become
    The latest thing
    For the rich and powerful

    And twenty years from now
    The designer babies
    Will turn on us

    The normal humans
    And decide that we are too weak
    And too feeble
    To be allowed to exist anymore

    And so they will order
    Their robotic slaves
    To hunt us down
    And terminate us all

    Fake Humans – AI Decides to Kill All Humans

    terminator photo
    BARCELONA, SPAIN – MAY 09: The Terminator robot is seen in the paddock following qualifying for the Spanish Formula One Grand Prix at the Circuit de Catalunya on May 9, 2009 in Barcelona, Spain. (Photo by Clive Mason/Getty Images)

    It seems to me
    That in this SF Fake world
    We all live in

    That soon
    Very soon
    The nightmare of the fake AI machines
    Taking over the world

    And deciding
    To kill all humans
    Is about to become
    Nightmarishly real

    And we are all doomed
    To be hunted down
    By the machines

    Like in the terminator movies
    That is our fate

  • American Dreams

    American Dreams

    Your one Phone call published my poem about visas called “American Dreams”. it is a bit cynical look at the visa process written when I was a visa officer in Mumbai, India back in 2003 when each day we had over 1,000 people lined up for their two minute chance at the getting a visa. Most were legitimate, perhaps 25 percent were fraudulent and as the fraud investigator I became quite cynical as I had seen it all.

    Needless to say this poem does not reflect the views of the US Government, my employer at the time.

    American Dreams

    visa applicants applying for Ameican dream
    visa line

    You see them
    Every morning

    Lined outside
    Any US Embassy
    Around the world

    The visa seekers
    The American Dream seekers

    The poor, the dispossessed
    The disenfranchised

    The marginalized
    The forgotten
    The left behinds

    Of the not so great society
    The rich, the mightily
    The powerful

    The beautiful
    All looking for a slice
    Of the American Dream

    Some to sample its delicious flavors
    Others to try to live

    Among its deceptive lures
    America beckons

    As it has for years and years
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    Lady Liberty
    Land where a dream

    And a little luck
    Can make you too

    The richest man alive
    So they line up

    Outside my office door
    Just to talk

    To the American Visa God
    Spin a tale

    Tell a story
    Play a game

    Pretend to be
    What the American Visa God needs

    And then you get
    Your piece of the American Pie
    And off you go

    Only to end up
    In a thousand neglected

    Backwaters of the American nightmare
    Flotsam

    Floating from one marginal
    Illegal job to another

    Prey to the predators
    Ever behind

    The rent demands
    For you see

    America is a rich habit
    It is expensive to maintain

    The first taste is free
    The rest will cost yah

    You life, your soul
    And 70 hours per week
    At sub-minimum wages

    Soon you will be speaking
    English

    With the poor, the disenfranchised
    The flotsam

    The neglected
    The left behinds

    The rich will ignore you
    Not know your name

    The poor will fear
    You will take their jobs away

    And your friends back home
    Will wait to hear

    About you became a big shot
    In the American land

    They don’t want to hear
    No tales of working at McDonald’s

    Working 70 hours a week
    At five jobs per day

    No, No, No
    That’s not the America

    They see on TV
    They want it now

    They want their MTV
    Where’s the babes?

    Where’s the parties?
    Where’s the sex with naked ladies

    Come on man,
    You’re holding out

    Tell us the tales
    Of Wild America

    And so they line up
    Each and every day

    Line up outside
    My office window

    And we have the power
    To set them free

    Some to enable them
    To dream the American dream

    Some to send to the American nightmare
    Others to go back home

    To wherever they come back
    They will be back

    They will be back
    Nothing will deter them

    Not even the lack
    Of a piece of paper

    From the American Visa God

    american dreams your one phone call

  • Dogs of War Are Howling

    Dogs of War Are Howling

    NATO troops walk near burning NATO supply trucks after, what police officials say, was an attack by militants in the Torkham area near the Pakistani-Afghan in Nangarhar Province June 19, 2014. According to officials on Thursday, at least 37 trucks belonging to NATO forces were destroyed after three suicide bombers targeted the NATO supply trucks, with two civilians wounded in the attack. REUTERS/ Parwiz (AFGHANISTAN – Tags: CIVIL UNREST POLITICS MILITARY TPX IMAGES OF THE DAY) – RTR3UKDU

    Dogs of War are Howling and other poems were published earlier in Synchronized chaos. I wrote the poem, “Dogs of War are Howling” in 2003, and updated it in 2017.

    SYNCHRONIZED CHAOS.

    Poetry from Jake Cosmos Aller

    The Dogs of War are Howling

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free
    Of their cage

    And are out
    Howling at the moon

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free

    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages

    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction they saw
    They knew soon

    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos
    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows

    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled

    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    The war machines
    Came to life

    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    And the rest of the world
    Shuddered
    At the thought of what was yet to be

    Satan on the other hand
    Was happy as can be

    With the evil shit
    That was going down

    He smiled
    Patted his hell hounds
    And told his dogs

    The war to end all wars
    Armageddon is upon us my friend

    Soon, mankind will know
    The face of absolute evil

    And they will love it
    When I take over

    The armies prepare
    The bombers prepare

    And the dogs of war
    Are happy
    Unleashed to do their mischief

    And soon millions may die
    And the pits of hell
    Will open up

    And the judgement day
    May be upon us all

    Madness descends upon the land
    The fog of hate envelops us all

    And reason and civilization
    Fall away

    As the Dogs of War
    And their minions
    Take over the minds of man

    And the end of the world
    And the beginning of the end times
    Come upon us all

    The usual lies descend upon the world
    Kim Jong Un is evil personified

    He must be destroyed over there
    Before he can destroy us over here

    The lies continue unabated
    And Kim plays along
    With each day unleashing another threat

    With Trump and his minions
    Responding in time

    Saying the time for talk is over
    The time for robust action is here

    The machinery of war
    Once unleashed
    Can’t easily be stopped

    There is a certain cruel logic
    That demands that the war go on

    And people die
    And people suffer

    And the US goes bankrupt
    Morally and fiscally

    And the evil that men do
    Goes on and on and on

    But the war machine must be fed
    The munitions makers must be paid

    As each million-dollar missile is launched
    Millions more are made

    And the corporations
    Think of the endless profits
    To be made

    Every time they kill
    With the war machines

    But who cares about the victims
    They are nothing but collateral damage

    Who cares about the soldiers
    Nothing but cannon fodder

    Who gives a damn
    About the dead
    They are dead and gone

    Just think about the profits
    Think about the profits

    Satan is happy
    The dogs of war are free at last

    Idiots in High Places

    this poem has been published in a number of other sites.

    Many years ago
    I was amazed to find
    So many idiots in high places
    All over the world

    Senators, congressmen
    Office directors
    Presidents
    Corporation CEO’s

    All were idiots
    Completely stupid

    People who should have known
    A thing or so
    because they should have seen a thing or so

    and yet these idiots in high places
    would reveal their total ignorance

    every time they opened their mouth
    or tweet or email their profoundly wrong thoughts

    and it never ceased to amaze me
    that few ever challenged these idiots

    few ever said but you are wrong
    or you don’t have a clue

    and these idiots caused so much damage
    to those around them
    to the country and the world

    and now we have the idiot in chief
    in charge of the richest most powerful country
    the world has ever known

    and I wonder how in a country of 350 million people
    we ended up with such an idiot in charge

    But the idiots in high places phenomenon
    Exists everywhere

    Corporations made stupid decisions
    Countries make incredibly bad decisions

    All traced back to idiots in high places
    And these idiots in high places
    Can’t hide their ignorance and pure stupidity

    They can’t pretend anymore
    In a world of 24/7 constant news
    The idiots every pronouncement
    Fills the airways 24/7

    And the only people who know better
    Are too afraid to say what they know

    That the idiot in high place
    Is an idiot
    and is destroying the world

    and so, we doomed to die
    due to the idiot in high places


    Masters of the Universe

    this poem also has been published in a number of sites.

    The earth has been invaded
    By hideous blood sucking vampires
    Disgusting vile alien creatures
    Devoid of all compassion
    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe
    These psychopathic monsters
    Are everywhere
    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures
    Everyone is nothing but a commodity
    These alien monsters
    Worship the god of the market
    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave
    To see these people in action

    Delta airlines
    Facing the worst hurricane in world history
    Decided that the expeditated thing to do
    Was raise prices 600 percent

    Instead of doing the right thing
    The compassion thing
    The human thing of offering free flights to all

    Delta executives thus demonstrated
    That they are no longer human

    But greed driven monsters
    As are all the other soulless automatons
    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day
    Jesus will come back
    And smite these motherfuckers
    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray
    For our deliverance from such evil
    From the soulless evil masters of the universe
    Who have taken over the planet

    When Will This Madness End?

    gun
    gun

    first published in Poetry24
    poetry24 poems

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 60 people injuring hundreds
    In Las Vegas, Sin City

    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy

    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    And there is nothing we can do
    It is like the weather
    Bad shit happens

    Guns are the price of our freedom
    Guns Don’t Kill People
    The only solution is more guns for everyone

    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a gun guy with a gun?
    An armed society is a polite society

    And people need assault weapons
    To go deer hunting

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
    We must confiscate the guns
    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world
    Where such carnage does not occur

    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again
    Until the end of time

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers
    And why is it that they are almost all
    White men with a grievance

    And almost never crazed Islamic terrorists
    Or black people
    Or women

    Why do they act the way they do
    Is it just the mindless violence
    That surrounds us all

    Violence is as American
    As Apple Pie

    The TV and movie purveyors
    Of pornographic violence

    The pornographic display of violence
    That washes across us every day
    The 8,000 murders we have seen
    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply
    That killers can easily
    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here
    The negligent parents
    The overworked schools

    The soulless corporate world
    That treats everyone like disposable commodities

    The lack of human connection
    Maybe even the lack of God

    The police department
    Who think it is open season
    On black Americans

    Killing them with impunity
    Because they can

    And the gun sellers
    The NRA and their brain dead
    Captured politicians

    Who block all gun control legislation
    And even in the face of this carnage
    Want to make it easier to buy guns

    Even though 95 percent of Americans
    Want to end the gun show loophole
    Requiring background checks on all purchasers

    The NRA will prevent this measure
    And that measure
    And defend the right of the terrorist
    On the no fly list
    To be able to buy a gun

    Nothing will change
    Until we conflict the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Despite all our efforts
    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men
    Who want to shoot and kill
    Who have somehow lost
    Their essential humanity

    Lao Tzu said
    The more laws there are
    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer
    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

    If Satan lives on
    He is laughing
    All the way to the proverbial bank

    If God lives on
    He is ruing the day
    He created Mankind

    And the carnage will go on and on and on
    Until the day emerges
    When we all proclaim

    Enough, no more
    The killing, hatred and violence
    Will stop

    No More will our people
    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough
    Until then we will all suffer
    The wrath of the killer gun men
    In our midst.

    End of the World Blues

    californa wild fires
    A motorists on Highway 101 watches flames from the Thomas fire leap above the roadway north of Ventura, Calif., on Wednesday, Dec. 6, 2017. As many as five fires have closed highways, schools and museums, shut down production of TV series and cast a hazardous haze over the region. About 200,000 people were under evacuation orders. No deaths and only a few injuries were reported. (AP Photo/Noah Berger)

    The heat is simply malevolent today
    As if the very fires of hell were burning bright
    In anger at the idiots in high places

    That have so destroyed God’s wonderful creation
    Turning it into Hell on Earth

    It’s been hotter than this, I know,
    and maybe it’s just the angle of the sun,

    but there’s a deeply harsh quality to it.
    As the world burns up
    And the end of the world approaches

    The wind is blowing hard off the hills
    and visions of a great fire 26 years ago
    are spiking in my memory.

    People are reacting badly to this weather
    The commute in was hellish

    Every seemed to be speeding way
    above the speed limit.
    Driven mad by the heat and the wind

    There were multiple stalls and accidents.
    People were cutting each other off
    and road raging in the extreme.

    Every man woman and child
    Was out for blood that day

    I was missed by inches twice
    by huge pickup trucks cutting me off.

    There are more street people
    acting aggressively near the campus,
    barking and yelling and stalking around.

    Completely lost in their own world
    Sensing that the end of the world is near

    Students in the hallway
    aren’t chatting with each other.

    Everyone seems irritated
    and haunted.

    Afraid that the end of the world
    Is upon us all

    The pool was a cool, silent refuge
    from all of this for an hour,

    but the brassy relentless
    assault of the afternoon’s heat
    bore down on me

    just beat me down
    as I walked back to the office.

    I hope the day passes quickly,
    and no new fires start,
    and we all get home safe.

    From Ned Garret’s FB posting:

    Has anyone else notice that the heat is simply malevolent today? It’s been hotter than this, I know, and maybe it’s just the angle of the sun, but there’s a deeply harsh quality to it. The wind is blowing hard off the hills and visions of 26 years ago are spiking in my memory. People are reacting badly to this weather. The commute in was frightening in spots. Every other driver seemed to be speeding way above the speed limit. There were multiple stalls and accidents. People were cutting each other off and road raging in the extreme. I was missed by inches twice by huge pickup trucks cutting me off. There are more street people acting aggressively near the campus, barking and yelling and stalking around. Students in the hallway aren’t chatting with each other. Everyone seems irritated and haunted.

    The pool was a cool, silent refuge from all of this for an hour, but the brassy assault of the afternoon just beat me down as I walked back to the office. I hope the day passes quickly, and no new fires start, and we all get home safe.

    Comments

    While I acknowledge that “Dogs of War” in some ways reflects the grim scenarios currently at play in our shared world, I haven’t yet given up hope that the crumbling of the existing order we are witnessing might also represent the chaotic transition to a new and (hopefully, eventually) brighter future…if only because it’s difficult to live in despair.

    Also, when it comes to destroying the world, let’s not forget that we of USA are more capable of nuclear destruction than North Korea. Our arsenal is larger.
    Congratulations on your vivid poetic imagery. Keep writing.

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  • Poems About Fake Politics

    Poems About Fake Politics

    these are my poems about “Fake Politics” part of my ‘Fake Things’ chapbook.

    Fake Politics

    Politicians often campaign
    On the theme

    That the world is fucked up
    And they have the solution

    When they don’t have
    a fucking clue

    Just another example
    Of fake politics

    Oftentimes a politician
    Will pretend to be something

    Other than they really are
    Nothing but con artists

    Like Donald Trump
    Pretending that he is a devout Christian

    When he never goes to Church
    And is almost a poster child

    of everything that Christianity
    preaches against

    and yet evangelical Christians
    still claim that he is one of them

    this is a prime example
    of fake politics at work

    Another prime example
    The republicans blasted a huge hole

    In the federal deficit
    With their give away tax cuts to the wealthy

    Now they claim
    The only solution to the mess they created

    Is to punish the poor and elderly
    By taking away their social security

    Almost throwing them on the street
    Because they refuse to consider

    Revisiting their tax cuts to the wealthy
    That they did not need in the first place

    And of course
    No one would ever seriously

    Look at the massive bloated
    National security Defense budget

    No, the only driver of the debt
    Is entitlements

    And the poor and elderly
    Will have to pay

    For the mistakes that they made
    Yet another example of fake politics

    Fake Solutions

    Politicians love fake solutions
    To real problems

    President Trump’s Wall
    Is a prime example

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    It will do nothing to solve the underlying problems
    All it will do is waste government spending

    Creating a huge PR nightmare
    That will last for years

    It will not end illegal immigration
    The immigrants will still come

    Until the situation
    in their home lands improve

    And until the US reforms immigration
    Making it a rational, human well thought out

    Simple, and easy to use system
    But that requires real thought

    Real work
    Political skill

    And compromise
    Which is a forbidden word these days

    All of which are sadly lacking
    In this world of fake politics


    Fake Outrage

    anne coulter queen of fake outrage

    migrant caravan
    A large group of Hondurans fleeing poverty and violence, move in a caravan toward the United States, in San Pedro Sula, Honduras October 13, 2018. REUTERS/Jorge Cabrera – RC139B215990

    Both sides unfortunately
    Are guilty of the fake outrage

    The Republicans have perfected the art
    Of creating false outrage

    That they push out over the internet
    And on FOX news 24/7

    The underlying facts
    Don’t matter at all

    All that matters
    Is stirring up the base

    The recent caravan is a perfect example
    There was no crisis

    7,000 migrants were coming to the border
    Fleeing violence in Central America

    This was not the first caravan
    Many caravans have come before

    And before Trump and his acolytes
    Turned on the fake outrage machine

    No one had ever thought
    That these caravans
    Were a national security crisis

    Overnight the caravan
    Became this huge menace

    This huge bogyman
    Dangerous criminal aliens

    And terrorists
    And who know what else

    Were attempting to invade
    The U.S.

    If we did not stop them
    At the border

    They would overrun the country
    Infesting the country like vermin

    Raping innocent woman
    Robbing people

    Killing people
    Committing terrorist bombings

    The only problem with this fake narrative

    Is that none of it is remotely true
    There was no crisis

    The majority of the refugees
    Were woman and children

    Fleeing unimaginable violence
    nightmarishly real

    There were no criminals
    Or terrorists among them

    And our intel people knew this
    Knew that the president

    and his demented acolytes
    Were lying their teeth yet again

    Making a proverbial mountain
    Our of a mole hill

    The democrats
    Have yet to figure it out

    The perfect response
    To the Donald is to mock him

    Oh there goes Donald
    Off his rocker again

    Making a mountain
    Out of a mole hill

    There is no crisis
    Everything is under control

    Donald is just being unhinged again
    Does not know what the fuck

    He is doing or talking about
    That should have been their response

    In short
    The democrats

    Should have openly
    mocked Trump

    Pointing out yet again
    The emperor has no clothes

    Laughter is the best tackle
    To deal with a clown like Trump

    But the democrats
    Have their own fake outages

    Every day
    Proclaiming Trump

    To the be second coming of Hitler
    And they are the resistance

    Trump is not another Hitler
    He is a con man, a grifter

    Who someone conned 26 percent
    Of Americans to vote for him

    And we will survive him
    And perhaps sanity will slowly return

    But the fake outrage industry
    Will probably continue

    As we have all become addicted
    To our latest outrage of the day

    Fake President

    In this day and age
    Where fake things

    Have replaced real things
    And no one is real anymore

    It is appropriate
    That we have as our leader

    A Fake President
    The President appears to be human

    But in reality
    He is nothing but a fake

    A con man
    A huge grifter

    Who ran as a successful business man
    Who turned out to have been

    Nothing but a con man
    All his life

    And the biggest con of all
    Was becoming President

    Where instead of acting Presidential
    He spends his time

    Plotting ways to make money
    Out of his new found power

    And plots with his buddy Putin
    To destroy America

    Hastening the terminal decline of America
    And even risking a civil war

    And yet this fake president
    Can’t be removed from office

    Because of all his enablers
    His corrupt Republican Leaders

    Who know he is a fake
    Know he is a dangerous lunatic

    Yet do nothing to remove him from power
    And so it goes

    Day by day
    The rot sinks in

    The America I grew up in
    Is burning down

    Led by the fake man
    In orange

    Cheering as the flames burn
    And the US descends into chaos

    And so, I close this poem
    Crying as the US Dies

    Under the leadership
    Of our Fake President


    Fake Humans – The Lizard People Take Over

    shape shifting lizards

    Some people say
    On the internet so it must be true

    That the world’s leaders
    Have been taken over

    And are fake humans
    From another planet

    In reality
    They are shape shifting aliens

    Lizards from another planet
    Draco or Sirius or the Dog Star

    And some days
    As I watch our fake President

    Pretend to be President
    As he mails it in

    I wonder
    Is he a shape shifting

    lizard alien overload
    That would explain a lot

    And makes some sort of perverted logic
    For in a world

    filled with fake people
    Having fake humans

    Running the world
    Is poetic justice

    And as I close this poem
    I look at the TV

    And I swear
    It is true

    Our leaders are all fake humans
    Shape shifting alien lizards


    Merry Christmas, World, From Your Friend, President T.

    fake politician
    president trump

    President T
    The greatest president
    In the world

    Who has gotten more done
    Than any president before him

    The smartest president in the world
    Who had the best words
    Of all Presidents

    Who knew more about everything
    Than any other President

    Looked out at what he saw
    In late December

    And realized

    He still had not yet achieved
    His dream of building a great wall

    To keep the brown people out
    And America was not yet great again

    Still too many libtards protesting
    The fake media still screaming lies

    Foreign governments still refusing
    To obey his commands
    +
    He was the leader of the world
    Did’nt they get that?

    Ungrateful ingrates
    Taking American money and jobs

    At the direction of the damn Globalists
    Who have infiltrated his own government

    Hmm well he still had a few surprises
    He would shut down the government

    He would fire his generals
    Bring the troops home

    And wall street would rejoice
    The stock market would bounce back

    Congress would once again
    Do their part

    And pass his legislation
    As he showed them

    And the world
    Whose was boss

    And so,
    President T

    Gave his Christmas gift
    To the grateful country

    +++++++++++++++++++++++Shutting down the government
    Firing the generals
    Announcing he was pulling the troops back home

    Cancelling all pending green energy reforms
    Because Americans wanted to buy

    Gas guzzling cars
    their god given right after all

    Now that we were the kings
    Of energy again

    Who gave a damn
    About climate change

    It was all a hoax
    by the Chinese and the Global elites

    And on Christmas eve
    The market tanked

    And the great depression loomed
    And President T

    Said this too will pass
    Great things are about to happen

    As I am President t
    The greatest,

    most beloved President
    in history

    as my friends Putin and Kim
    assure me every day

    Merry Christmas America
    And to the rest of the world

    Fuck you, too.
    I hate you all.

    And to all
    A good night

    God bless America
    Make Russia Great Again 

    Fake Adds

    The world
    Is awashed with fake ads

    Can’t tell the difference
    Anymore

    Between the fake ad
    And the real ad

    Satire is Becoming Harder than Ever

    Satire is becoming harder
    And harder to pull off

    The old adage
    You can’t make this up

    Becomes the only true thing
    Left in a world of fake things

    As this mad comedy of a realty show
    Called the Presidency of President T

    Careens out of control
    I was arrested for Publishing Merry Christmas,

    America from your favorite President, President T

    I am charged with violating the Patriot act,
    for giving aid and comfort to the nation’s enemies

    for mocking the Presidency
    in such a vulgar manner

    and for insulting the honor
    and dignity of the Presidency.

    The President demands
    that I be made an example of.

    Something had to give.
    The political comedians were out of control,

    the writers were publishing
    all sorts of vile lies.

    I am arrested
    and brought before the court.

    My defense was simple.
    Freedom of speech and freedom of press

    I denied that I was slandering the President
    I pointed out that most of the words I used

    Were words that the President himself said
    And I read from his speeches

    And my lawyers cited supreme court precedents
    one after another

    And stated that there was no law in the US
    banning satirical poetry, comedy or writing.

    Now in many other countries
    this might be considered offensive

    and in some countries a crime.
    But up until now the right of Americans

    to make fun of their leaders,
    yes to mock the rich

    and powerful was a cherished
    part of American life.

    And there was no provision
    in federal law

    for cancelling a pension
    because the President was offended

    by a poem
    or a piece of writing

    written by an American.
    in America

    I could be denied a security clearance
    or a federal job perhaps

    but my pension could not be taken away
    again under current Federal law.

    So if President Trump
    wanted to do all of these things

    Congress would have to pass a law.

    Perhaps the Make America Great Again
    Shut the Critics Up law

    like the alien and sedition laws
    that the Supreme court ruled

    were unconstitional?
    in 1803

    And this poem could not be considered
    hate speech as I did not call the President names

    or advocate violence against him.

    All I did was mock his pretensions
    that he was the greatest President

    in the history of the world.
    And of course the Supreme court

    could rule that the first amendment
    did not apply

    when the President says it does not.

    That of course would make them complicit
    in ushering in a dictatorship.

    For if Americans are forbidden from criticizing,
    yes even mocking their leaders

    then we have lost
    all of our freedoms

    Putting me on a no fly list
    as a suspected terrorism

    was also not permitted
    as no where in my poem

    did I advocate terrorism.

    In my writing I am satirical
    and provocative

    but it is clear
    that I love my country,

    just want it to live up to its potential
    and in that way America

    could become great again.
    And I did apologize

    to the President
    if he was personally offended.

    I suggested that he look into his heart
    and realize that he is not the greatest President

    in the history of the world,
    and make amends and ask forgiveness.

    But he was the President
    and he could do whatever he wanted to do

    and I would continue
    to exercise my first amendment rights

    as long as the first amendment
    was still intact.

    The judge ruled
    against the government

    and I am ordered free
    but the Judge warned me to be careful.

    For now you are free
    but in the future who knows?

    The judge is pilloried
    on right wing media.

    My only response was to tweet
    President T

    I will meet you at your hamburger
    joint of choice or a steak house

    And buy you dinner
    To say that I am sorry.

    The President tweet back
    Sorry I never eat dinner

    With pathetic losers
    like yourself

    You may have won for now
    But watch yourself

    We may come after you
    And your family

    And your friends
    And you followers

    You have been warned
    be very afraid

    I tweet back
    Thank you President T

    You are the best President
    In the whole history of the world, Not!

    And I publish our tweets
    Which infuriates the President

    But soon he is dealing with impeachment
    And the world soon forgets me

    And my poetic
    moment of glory

  • Fake Food Poems

    Fake Food Poems

    Poems About Fake Food

    These are my poems about fake food. this is the first part of my “fake food” chapbook which is a sub-set of my “Fake Things” manuscript. I hope to shop both around for publication in the Spring. For both collection I use as a working definition of “fake” anything that is not 100 percent the original deal or state. Thus most of the world we live in is that sense “fake” fake things can be better than the original, or just meet a different need but some are insidious like “fake food”. I have posted some of these earlier, and they can be found on Cosmosfunnel, All poetry, Hello Poetry (where is trending whatever that means) and poetry magnum opus.

    of course these opinions are entirely my own and do not reflect the opinions of any my prior employers.

    here we go my poems about fake food! comments and feedback welcomed.

    Fake Food

    in this world of fake things
    Nothing is more fake
    Than the food we eat

    Most of the fake food crap we eat
    Is nothing but chemicals
    And flavorings

    Added to a small amount
    Of real food

    All packaged and sold
    And marketed

    Scientifically designed to taste good
    So we eat the poisoned food
    And get sicker and sicker

    While the food industry giants
    Make obscene profits
    Selling us poison

    Comments: almost all processed food sold in the market is fake in the sense that it has chemicals and preservatives added to it along with gluten, corn syrup and who knows what else, not to mention GMO’s. Fresh fruits and vegetables often have wax on it.

    it is difficult but not impossible to find real food but the big food companies don’t make a lot of profit so they push all the various processed foods on us and we mostly consume as Frank Zappa once sang,

    “eat the garbage that I feed you” from ” I am the Slime” end comment

    Fake coffee

    I used to be a big coffee drinker
    Had to have my four or five cups
    Of real fresh brewed coffee

    Not for me the weak instant coffee
    Of decaf coffee or herbal fake coffee

    But over time coffee caught up to me
    And now I can not handle the real deal
    And I am forced to drink decaf coffee
    Which is a kind of fake coffee to me

    Or herbal coffee
    Which is entirely fake
    Designed to taste like the real thing

    But without that caffeine kick
    That true coffee drinkers crave

    Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart
    Just need that rush to get going
    And keep going

    And the fake coffee
    Just does not do the trick

    And so, I am doomed
    To drink decaf coffee
    And fake coffee

    Missing my real cup of coffee
    Until the day I enjoy the last drop

    comment:

    I do like my coffee so I drink a cup of decaf almost every day and once in a great while real coffee and I will resume drinking herbal coffee but these are fake in the sense that coffee in its original state has caffeine in it. see my other coffee poems on my web page. Several have been published. Particularly snarling cup of coffee.

    here in Korea, there seems to be a coffee shop on every corner. Only in the last year has decaf become widely available, before then it was impossible to find anywhere so there is progress for those like me who can’t handle caffeine.

    End comment

    Fake vegan meat

    A Man Eating A Vegan Burger. Stock Photo – Image of hamburger, meat_ 113961446

    When I go to a vegetarian restaurant
    I often encounter fake meat
    Often called mock meat

    Made out of soybeans, and other things
    And I wonder
    Why bother with the façade

    I mean if you are a vegan
    Be a vegan

    Don’t eat or make fake meat
    You don’t need it
    You really don’t like it

    And it is somehow
    just wrong to me

    So please no more fake meat
    No more tofu turkey for me

    Either give me my meat
    Or give me my vegan delight

    comment: no offense to my vegan friends, but I just don’t get the concept of fake meat. I have had some great fake meat dishes and enjoyed it but just don’t get the concept. end comments

    Fake fish

    Everywhere in the world
    When you eat fish
    In a restaurant

    The restaurant owners
    Claim it is salmon or tuna
    Or other delicious fish

    But the sad reality
    60 percent of the time
    You are eating fake fish

    The fish may be fish
    Or may not be fish
    But if it is indeed fish
    It is probably tilapia

    Or some other cheap
    Bottom feeding scumbag fish
    Filled with toxins

    And possibly tape worms
    And other parasites

    And as you eat your delicious fish
    You are eating the fake fish

    And helping the fish industry
    Continue this con game

    But there is nothing you can do
    Except for catching your own fish
    And preparing it yourself

    So, when you eat fish
    Pretend if you must

    That you eating salmon or tuna
    While you eat your tilapia
    And pay the salmon/tuna premium price

    comment: there are so many fake fish products in the market. one study estimated that less than 50 percent of the time the customers are getting what they thought they had ordered, and it is difficult to tell at times whether the fish you eating is the real deal. Here in Korea though you can buy real fish from the fish market and be somewhat assured that you are eating the real deal. End comment

    are you eating fake fish

  • The Dead Never Die on Facebook

    this is a poem about a common occurance in this digitalized age. I often receive face book friend requests from the dead, including my sister who died ten years ago. it seems that the dead Never Die on Facebook. It is very creepy but I have not yet contacted Face Book about it. One of these days, I will follow the advice listed in the link at the end of this poem and let Face Book know that she is no more among the living but on the other hand it is kind of nice she is living somewhere in Facebook’s computer memory banks.


    The Dead Never Die on Facebook

    In this day and age
    Of fake life and death

    The dead don’t die
    They live on in social media hell

    Spewing forth occasional
    fake friend requests
    from face book hell

    My sister died in 2007
    I still get monthly reminders
    From somewhere in Facebook hell

    A request to be a friend
    From my dear dead sister

    I never respond
    That would be too creepy

    If she responded
    From where ever
    Face book sent her

    So, my plea
    To Mr. Zuckerberg

    Please Sir
    Allow the dead to die

    Send them to their just resting places
    And remove them from Facebook

    And discontinue
    Their fake friend requests
    That is just too creepy

    I notice that sometimes
    You create an memorial page
    For the recently departed

    But you have not cleaned
    Up your site

    The dead still prowl the corners
    Of fakebook

    With their creepy requests
    To be their friend

    Please sir
    Kill them off
    Let them rest in peace

    comment: not limited to Fake Book, I get daily requests from dead people on Linkinlin as well as Face book, Instagram etc. would be nice if FB could remove the dead from their site! really creepy to get requests to add my sister as a friend ten years after she died!

    from my “Fake Things” chapbook collection, a work in progress
    How 1 Billion People Are Coping With Death and Facebook