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

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

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 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

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?

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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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

 

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.”

PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED ON POETRY 24

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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

 

 

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

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