May 2013 K Poems

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Normally, I can copy and post a whole months' poems onto
this Blogger Thing. It did not let me do that this month, so
I broke it down into five parts of twenty pages each. Have fun.

If you want to read it in the order that it was written
start at the bottom.

I like it hot and cold at the same time.

I like Jackson Browne

and I like Black Flag.

I like Josef Islam

and I like Fear.

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Still in the shadows

I like him, because I don’t know him.

If I knew him, I probably wouldn’t like him.

He would turn out to be like you. Or me.

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Sometimes people get outside of each other

They don’t call.

Or drop by.

You told them not to.

Oh well.

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Find a happy path. Take it.

It might not be the path

that you been on. It might

not be where you thought

you were going, but it’s the

road you’re on now.

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Don't let your dog eat chemicals.

There could be grass in it.

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Suckers

My name is Cap Italst.

I’m here to destroy the planet.

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Spontaneous sobriety

I wanted to make sure

that I never squirted

my nasal spray into my eye.

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Should have left the debris alone

Wow. Cop stopped to clean up some debris

in the road and somebody drove by and killed him.

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Back to the freezer

And thank God

we got a freezer

and stuff in it

when things get

thin in the refrigerator

up above.

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How to open doors with just a smile?

Dress up. Look pretty. Give away everything

that you are.

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Bob Dylan has nothing to lose.

A hundred million dollar home

living on the street at the end

you meet the same maker.

Billion dollar banker; baker

just making it gonna extend

to the same hand.

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Joan has poison oak on her

face and arms. She's a mess!

I might be getting poison on me from you.

Give me your poison, baby.

I'll take it from you and heal you.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

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Having it there

And, since I have it on my hands

my hands will touch every place

else, and I will have it there.

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Little Miss Charisma Dogma

She’s all over town.

She’s all over magazines.

You see her every night

on the tv.

We hear about the bad

things that she done.

First there was Paris,

and then Brittany,

and then Lindsay.

Now we got Amanda.

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I m just a guy in recovery

Recovered from the back

seat of police cars: handcuffed,

headed to the drunk tank,

once again.

Recovered from standing

in front of the judge;

disheveled, hung over, waiting

to hear what was next.

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I kissed her and she called the cops

She wasn’t The Governor’s daughter.

She wasn’t related to A Judge.

(Thanks to The Beach Boys for

making me write this).

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Every time that I hear The Beach Boys

sing, "Barbara Ann," I think of John McCain

screaming, "BOMB IRAN," as he was running

for President.

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Life is good when your cell phone battery is fully charged.

There are things you can’t live without: like food and water,

but it is nice to have a fully charged cell phone battery. You

can make and receive calls, and you can take pictures. Some

play games on them. Some write poems into them.

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Grow marijuana.

No thanks. It’s illegal here.

We are having great luck, though,

with, especially, one tomato plant.

We resurrected it from the dead,

and it blossomed, today; sure to

bear many tomato with mayonnaise

sandwiches in the near future. We

grow eat and then we eat it.

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Or would you rather be on the road?

Would you put it in her

if it came with a lifetime commitment?

Would you put it in her

if you had to then stay with her for life?

And have kids.

And cars.

And houses.

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I like my woman hot.

And I like my hot sauce mild.

Mikel K

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Should a guy?

Should a guy smoking marijuana be criticizing the man

on crack, or should he love him, and welcome into his heart,

his home, and his wife's pocketbook?

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In the old days, I would have

let a drunk man crash on my couch,

‘cept I never had a couch.

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Just Do It

It doesn't matter how you spell it.

It doesn't matter how you punctuate.

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Choke Hold

I might have to make it

into a poem, instead of

a book. There are, already,

out there several books

with that title.

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Even a dog has to think for himself

This dog tried to escape like 19 times, and then on the twentieth he got away and soon got smashed to pieces and death by a big truck driven by a big drunk, on methamphetamine, trucker. The trucker got off with only dog burial costs(he was cremated and thrown out to the sea) because the dog was in violation of dog leash laws.

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What I would change

What I would change about me.

What I would change about you.

I would change me. You could change you,

but only if you wanted to. You are so

perfect right where you are.

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And we just passed on

She said how are you doing

and I wanted to say I want

to pat your soft little ass, but

I didn’t; I just told her that

I was doing good.

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That will fuck you in the bars?

Are you getting married

or are you fucking everything

that will fuck you in the bars?

Have you settled down or are you

still chasing Playboy Bunnys?

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I only went to jail when I was drinking.

Gosh, oh my, what was I thinking?

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Do you ever find acorns, or see deer?

Ever pitched a tent?

Ever made a fire.

Ever woken up in the morning

and made breakfast even better

than it is at home.

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Dead

I’m your said and done

and now you’re looking

over me with sympathy

and despair. You were

guilty, but you still loved me.

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Getting to the top

I’m going to get to the top

but I don’t know where I’m going

I keep charging and charging and

charging ahead. But I feel like I am

going backwards.

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It’s all relative

Is it good when your therapist calls you eccentric

Well, it’s certainly better than a judge saying you are guilty.

Or a cop saying to you you’re busted.

Or a doctor telling you have cancer, or the crabs.

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Silly Thought

Do you remember that song

where the guy sand, “They’re

coming to take me away ha ha,

and he would let out this insidious laugh?

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Can you walk to the beach?

Can you walk to the beach

or is it out of your mind?

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There are people out there

with real problems. Can we

all say a prayer for those folks?

There are people out there

with so so problems. Can I

hear an Amen?!

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The Bird just killed Rod Stewart

and now she is chasing Bob Dylan

around his home with a knife.

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Oops

Poets should have limos

but they don’t.

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Lady bugs are beautiful

but in abundance I have heard

that they can be a pain in the ass.

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Clicking onto the News Website

Maybe there will be a new story.

How many more people who were famous

but I never heard of them have died

since the last time that I clicked on

this News Website.

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Mostly

In certain very small places, I am a big man.

Mostly, I’m just another schmuck standing in

line waiting to pay for groceries, though.

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Have you ever stolen/they are after you

Have you ever stolen a candy bar?

A pair of sneakers? An hour off the clock?

A car. A bottle of whiskey from behind

the bar when the bartender had her back

turned? An airplane ticket? A magazine?

A heart? A soul? A mind?

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Everything seems

a drag.

I’m surrounded by guitars

that I’m still paying for

that I’m not playing.

I’m off the pink pill

and feeling normal: depressed

and lethargic. Everything seems

a drag.

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Traffic Light

I get so lonely when I am without you.

And I’ve never met you.

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The State Senator

“Are you still with that chink?”

“My husband isn’t a chink,”

said the young lady.

“He’s a Mexican.”

“Well, aren’t Mexicans chinks?”

said The State Senator.

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But there was something about you

You weren’t much in the kitchen.

Often got speeding tickets in the car.

Stayed out late. Quit jobs.

But there was something about you.

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Confession Booth

When you got down

on your knees, Jesus

started to pray.

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I ve been given

I’ve been given

a body and a mind

by The Lord.

My body hurts a lot

and nobody understands

my mind.

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I see you

I see what I am is holding me down.

I see what I am is holding you down.

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How are you today?

I’m avoiding County Jail

and State Prisons.

I’m not trying to figure out

what day it is in a mental institution,

so it’s a pretty good day.

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Oh my God. How do I find

these kind of people? Or

how do they find me?

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When?

When to keep your mouth open,

and when to keep your mouth shut?

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Everybody just smiled

He showed up at the door of AA

saying, “Give me three steps,

and a sponsor. I’m ready for that

fourth step, this time.

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Isn t it amazing how with all the billions

of people on this earth that you can still

do something that no one will ever know about?

If you could do one thing undetected,

what would it be?

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If you really needed me

I would always see you

with a smile on your face.

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I ll be right behind you with no noose

I’ll bet that somewhere

there is someone

doing worse than me.

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Last Night

She said that she got into the bed, last night,

smelling like cut grass and sweat, and that I

didn’t notice; wouldn’t even talk to her… I’m

like that when I’m asleep!

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I’m starting to sound like an old Rod Stewart song

I say this, and the next song is him singing

“Here Comes The Rain,” by CCR.

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Ive gotten to know each section and aisle of the store.

I stay away from the wine aisle

but I’m not scared of it like I used to be.

If the soda is on the same aisle as the wine

I will go down there and get me a bottle

of ginger ale. I don’t always get me a yogurt

but somedays I do. I buy milk. I know

that it is bad for me(and the cow), but

what can you do. I can drink my coffee black

with stevia and ice, thank you, but I prefer not to.

Thank you.

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Hey I’m not going to pay you

The movers are coming.

Where are we going?

Am I going with you,

or is it me who is moving?

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I ll always be in the whole

Ain’t no fortunate son

I ain’t the one.

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Notes from a man under the influence

Under the influence of love.

Of dope. Of stupidity. Of charm.

Of perseverance. Of money.

Of things. Of waves on an ocean

a long way away.

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People suck when they don’t do

what I want them to do.

And when I want nothing

from them, they are fine.

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There is nothing more to life

than this and that. This and

that have to be dealt with.

And then you move on.

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Profound K Thought of The Moment:

You can’t say that you are bohemian.

Either you are or you’re not, and you

don’t have much to do with it.

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I ve lied and I ve been lied to

Not sure where I’m going with this one.

I want to point the finger at her. Things change

so what you said wasn’t a lie. Something like that!

I like this title, but really have nowhere

to go with it but the title…

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I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE POSTED FOUR DAYS

OF JUNE POEMS IN THIS MAY CONTAINER OF POEMS.

WELL, SHIZZAM….

You've heard of The Dagwood.

Well, this is The K.

(Sandwich and Photo by K).

It sucks when you get a number of notifications, on Facebook,

and they are from someone you don’t know and don’t care about.

It clogs up your space. And time.

Do you realize that the first sip you take

out of any cup of water is a virgin kiss to that water?

I'm starting a band called Rolling Roses and Guns.

In it I will star as a character who is either a cross-between

or crosses over Axl and Mick.

I found my finger in my nose this morning emerging with a huge green and red booger on it. I did not want to flick it on my floor, so I flicked it in the direction of one of the dogs, sort of hoping that it would land on him, and then wind up outside when I took the dog out to piss.

I think that she is coming through for me

so I could go ahead and use up what I have,

but I won’t just in case she doesn’t.

The dogs always know when it is close to 9am, and they know when it is close to 6pm, as these are their feeding times. They will start growling at me at about a half hour out from these times, and will start barking at me as we get closer to my putting food in their bowls.

I was down to the last puff of pot that I would have for two weeks. And then the last puff turned into half a puff, and I was forced to go with that until some money arrived.

Sometimes, I come up with titles for poems, and I will write the title down, and then never write the poem. Titles are scattered through folders in my hard drive. Come on baby love me. Let’s go inside.

We may not have much, but we got the fancy, expensive ketchup, the one that stands upside down. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

I decided to start the trek over to search for a publisher for my book of poems, “Love and other things Insane.” The first stop was Google because I was totally cold-calling, I had not one friend nor associate in the business and I was wanting in.

Showing results for where to publish your book of poetry, “Love and other things Insane.”

If I had more, I would; you know what I’m saying. Tee hee. Tee hee.

I was down to the last puff of pot that I would have for two weeks. And then the last puff turned into half a puff, and I was forced to go with that until some money arrived.

I still need to do the dusting. Man, I hate dusting.

And the microwave buzzer keeps going off, it's obnoxious,

and it won't stop until I get my raspberry zinger herbal tea

out of it. I hate when I create my own problems. Life would

just be so much more sensible to not do things that way.

With cell phones, my need to keep my kids pictures in my wallet, disappeared. I have the smallest possible wallet and my goal is to get one even smaller. Amazing all the trash they force us to carry in out wallets. Couldn't they just put an implant me, and let me roll thru the detector.

There is some stupid that background checks are not going to figure out.

I wish I had four of those big gumbo things,

the kind you find in bubble gum machines inside

of fancy stores, and other such places.

Seek help. Grab a white chip, or something.

“Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.”--James Russell Lowell

“You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted.” Ruth E. Renkl

You're being too loud and suspicious looking.

Historically, I have not been the world’s biggest forgiver. I rather let time take away all that was bad about a situation. After I haven’t seen folks in a while, I can’t even remember what I was mad about in the first place. And, hopefully, neither can they!

These was big men. And there was big money on the stage.

And each one of them had come to win. Win, no matter what.

These men would kill you to win, whoever you were that got in

their way or could enable them onto the victory. They were like characters out of a Bob Dylan song, Bob singing on one of this

recent cds.

You know what I’m going to do about it? I’m going to stay out of it. I’m going to bite my tongue, and take a run from the scene of the accident. Don’t help to make me be another skeleton that didn’t have to die today.

Oh my god pressure, oh ho pressure

here we go, oh no, dear god please save us

dear god please slow things down and let

us get up off the hit parade.

Oh God don’t let this thing land upon us.

Oh God is there anywhere we can go to save us?

Who can help? Is anyone listening? Am I talking

to myself?

Out of all the cookies that I have eaten, this is the one that I ate with the most regrets because she was the most beautiful cookie that I had ever been entertained with. It was a beautiful Guitar Cookie, given to me by Keren Lippo, and her new cd presenting, "Gypsy Road," possee!! The cookie was delicious to taste. I'm glad that I didn't let it sit there and get yukky by preserving it for something stupid.

Our new gold fish Patsy is not moving about much. Joan says maybe it is culture shock that the fish feels as if she has moved from NYC to a store front in Albany, Ga. Perhaps she feels like the gal in Green Acres who was always screaming, “City Life!”

We watched the baby turtles, George and John, eat tonight. It was such fun to see the small things(each not much larger than my thumbnail)gulp the small baby food down that I had put in their water for them. There is a peace sign in their tank. Watching them move about their home is very zen for me, meditative. They are so

graceful and watching them makes me calm, puts me in the now. There is nothing but the turtles and I, when I tune into them: no evil corporations, no war, no traffic, no meanness of any kind. Joan is beginning to get addicted to them, also, though she is more a fan of The Bird.

I kick in Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic to start the day. John Lennon, our new baby turtle, sticks his head out from underneath

the large rock that he has slept under to see what the music is all about. I read an article, yesterday, that said that turtles love music, as long as it is not played too loud.

I leave the room, to get some dental floss.(There is one tooth in the very back of my mouth that always grabs a bit of whatever it is that I eat. It is a real pain in the ass, or mouth, rather). The bird starts squawking and I fancy that she is squawking because I have left her, though I have no proof of this. She is a moody being. Sometimes, I think that she cares about me, and, sometimes, I think that she wants to sink her beak in my neck.

My partner, Joan, is an amazing woman in so many ways. She is smart, sexy, creative, kind, caring, loving. Yesterday, she undid thirteen screws in our vacuum cleaner and fixed the broken machine by cleaning out an ungodly amount of dog and cat hair. Several weeks ago, she fixed the plumbing in our kitchen, putting in a new pipe, saving us hundreds of dollars in plumber fees.

I can barely bang a nail into a wall, so it is that I look to my woman for help in fixing things about the house.

It’s a great day to be alive.

Living with a woman, I am constantly having to raise the toilet seat, and loving that woman as I do, after using the toilet, I try to remember to always put the seat back down. It might just be the simple things that make a relationship work, that when you add up all the simple things, they become something more, something that solidifies the relationship like super glue does most everything that it touches. I want my relationship cemented solidly.

The nature of my guitar playing lends itself much more to playing unplugged than it does cranking it electric. You can’t tell how lousy I am when I play it unplugged. About a minute into practicing, this morning, there were loud crashing sounds from the hallway bathroom. I ran to the facility and found my cat, Kobain, knocking over Joan’s ceramic angels and doves, in a vain attempt to sit on the open bathroom window sill. Kobain has never tried to sit in this window before, though he does love to sit in open windows. Kobain has, also, recently started to jump up on the bureau in the bedroom, knocking over framed pictures. Why is he suddenly embarking on new territory?

I’m a moron. The cable was stuck on Channel 3. I did everything I could to fix it, including Googling the problem. Then I called a tech at Comcast. He worked with me for about a half hour. Nothing that he did worked. I was very frustrated, and, I believe, so was he. Then I looked on the arm of the couch and saw the cable company’s remote. I had been using the wrong remote, which worked to turn the tv off, and work the volume strangely.

I just put both of my dogs in the kennel that Joan had built for her dog Pretti Penni in the back of this old brick house. Penni loves to hang out in the kennel, but my dogs don’t. They both pulled hard on their leash, to resist going in, as I opened the gate to put them in there with Penni, to get a couple of hours of sunshine.

Dylan, I had to leash to the fence, as he, somehow, knows how to get out of the kennel. He is sitting happily, now, seeming to be in good spirits about the whole thing. Wrong. Dylan, half Rottweiler, the bad half, has started barking at invisible chipmunks and squirrels in the woods back behind of the kennel. Dylan has, also, burrowed in the dirt, making himself a comfy bed. Morisson is standing by the exit gate, acting as if he expects me to come release him any minute, now.

I am playing The Jackson Five. The bird is singing along with Michael. The baby turtles, John Lennon and George Harrison, are swimming, happily, from one end of their aquarium.

My turtle, Rue Paul, still has not figured out that the floating basking rock that she used to lay upon, so happily, in her old tank, to bask upon under the heat light, is in place in her new aquarium, at the exact height that it was placed in her old tank. I have even put a rock underneath it for her to climb up on to get to the basking rock, but, so far, three or four days into her new aquarium, Rue has not figured out that the rock is accessible to her. I’m not sure if she is a stupid turtle; but I thinks not. Over the eight or so years that we have been together this turtle has showed her brain to me in many situations. I’m sure that when Rue is ready, she will mount the basking rock and catch her some heat waves. With turtles, patience is certainly a virtue.

If a Catholic boy or girl chants, "Hare Krishna,"

while listening to a George Harrison song, is he,

or she, sinning in the eyes of the church?

I hear some losing my religion coming on…

If you are playing Motley Crue and the song,

"Shout at The Devil," comes on, and you find

yourself singing, "Shout. Shout," are you worshipping

The Devil?

The baby turtles are eating. It does my soul good to see them enjoy a meal, knowing that one day they will be grownup turtles.

I don’t believe in Satan. Satan is a concept developed to keep people in line by others who wanted to rule them. If God is good

then there must be something bad. If there is no Satan, does it follow that there is no God: in my book no. I choose to turn my will over to a Higher Power, who I, mostly, choose to call God. I find life easier living it with faith, though I do not know exactly what, or whom, it is that I am having faith in.

I was raised Catholic as a kid, and left the church when I was nineteen. I was at one of the new Sunday night masses that the church had started offering, and I looked over and saw a guy who I was in a frat with sitting in one of the pews.

WHAT is HE doing here I thought to myself. Last night he was getting drunk and trying to get laid at a Fraternity Party populated with young sorority gals. Then I looked at myself, I had gotten drunk, myself, and I had gotten laid. I then realized that I was not living the life that the church said that I should live, so I walked away from the church. When I sobered up, some thirteen years later, I tried going back to the church, but what I was hearing from the priests mouths did not jive with what I saw around me, and believed in.

I have no problem with whatever religion you choose, whichever God you choose to follow, just, please, don’t try to stick your God up my butt.

I lived in Tallahassee from 75 to 79, drinking my way out of FSU one class short of a business degree. Go Noles!!!!

I think that Joan said that birds were attracted to fresh cut grass.

Looking out my back window I see a robin, a male cardinal. and

a blue jay frolicking in the lawn that I just cut.

She barfed on my penis, and then got out of the car, leaving her bag of pot behind. I was not a huge pothead, at the time, but I found the gift to ease the embarrassment of what had just happened.

The Cocksucker who kidnapped and raped three young

women in Cleveland was just handed an $8 million bond,

after whimpering to the judge that he should have a low bond

set because he was collecting unemployment. What a fucking pig.

The guy should never set foot outside of jail again, and if they fry him, I won't lose any sleep about it.

Why don't The Stones feature Darryl Jones in band pictures(as a member of the band?) He has been playing with them since 1993. Mick Taylor was considered a band member for the 5 years that he played with The Stones How long does he have to anchor the bass to be considered a "real" member?

Today is Friday, and on Monday, my therapist, and I, made the decision to take me off of lithium, because an overabundance of it in my blood, last week, put me in the hospital for two days with some weird side effects. I have been on lithium for approximately 25 years. It has done me well until this point for this bi-polar disorder that I have.

We are tapering me off the drug slowly. The first two days I took 3, not 4, 330 mg, pills. After that, for two days, I took two pills, and, now, I am on one pill, until I get a lithium level taken, an liver enzyme check, and check back in with my therapist, again. My therapist has mentioned Depakote as a replacement pill.

I am doing well on less lithium. I have not gotten extremely manic. I have not gotten depressed. I do have more energy, and find that my writing is better, less forced than it has been on the pink pills.

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Joan has the worst luck with my cats. Sometimes, one or both, of them will keep her awake, jumping back and forth from her side of the bed to the bureau that sits next to the bedroom windows. The other day, one of the cats tried to get into the bathroom window sill because the window was open, and he knocked over a couple of Joan’s ceramic angels, and doves. This morning she took me on a tour of the basement, and showed me where one, or both, of the cats had pooped on the floor three times. One of the cats pisses in her bathtub. I have told her that I will get rid of the cats, but, thankfully, she won’t let me.

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I am feeding my baby turtles in a feeding tank, today, for the first time, instead of letting them eat and poop in their home tank, which would cause me to have to clean it frequently. Rue Paul, my

full grown turtle eats this way, and it has been a Godsend to not have to clean her tank every couple of days.

George Harrison started to eat immediately. John Lennon is crawling the sides of the container trying, it would appear, to get out. There is no escape. There is only the here and now.

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Six Flags hired me, two weeks ago, and today when I brought back all the things that they wanted me to sign, they said that I had to get a haircut and a shave. ”You can only get away with it if you have a Medical or Religious, excuse,” said the voice of the corporation. I thought about telling them that I was a Rasta, and

that not only would I not piss in their cup, even though I was clean, I wouldn’t cut a hair on my head, or face, for $7.25 an hour. And you have to buy a uniform from Six Flags before your first small paycheck arrives. There are certain things you can’t put me through. My gal and my youngest son both said they would leave me if I shaved and cut the hair. Religion? I’m losing my religion; here and now.

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Sex

My Irish Catholic Immigrant parents did all they could to keep me from having sex, interacting with women in a dating way: early curfews, couldn't use the phone, the threat of my father's backhand, and or foot, always present. I didn’t lose my virginity until about a week after I moved out of my parents’ house. I was high on free will and booze when I did it with the lady. Sex has meant different times in my life. There was frat boy screwing coeds in college. There was drunk doorman screwing gals at the bar behavior in Los Angeles. There was punk rock love with one woman in Atlanta. There was a love affair that resulted in the birth of my youngest son. There were years without, and now there is love with my Joan, and I will spare you the intimate details of our communions.

Thanks to Tony Paris for inspiring this piece.

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Making coffee in the kitchen, this morning, was such a hassle. First, I forgot to put the pot back in the maker after pushing the start to brew coffee button; and coffee spewed all over the machine and all over the counter. As I was cleaning up the coffee mess, I knocked over the container of coffee and spilled coffee grounds all over the floor. We now have the cleanest coffee corner of an kitchen in the universe. There is a purpose for everything, and you know that they say that cleanliness is next to Godliness!

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Get a job

Six Flags said that I had to get a haircut and shave my beard

before I could buy a uniform from them. I won’t have to piss

in their jar, so that they can see if I smoke pot. I won’t sweat in the hot summer sun for hours at a time for 7.25 an hour. My youngest son and my gal both said that they would leave me if I cut the hair and shaved the beard to get the job. Well, the gal says she didn’t quite say that, but I know that she said that she really likes the beard and the hair. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her to help Six Flags sell 3.7 more soft drinks, this summer, liked they bragged about in their orientation-indoctrination video in the hiring office. Funny thing is they told me I was hired at first meeting, and didn’t lay down the hair and beard law until I had come back with all my tax forms and permission to let them have me piss in a jar papers. I wish them the best. I hope they are happy in their mansions.

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Sometimes, when I add someone to my page, I, briefly, wonder if they will become an internet stalker of some type, or leave menacing, weird, or stupid comments for me to view. You have to take the bad with the good, but having been through a bunch of bad in my time, I try to accelerate the good, and minimize the bad.

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I will not wander into the wilderness ever again,

unless it is God’s will. This is my oath to me.

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What a beautiful day it is.

The turtles are eating their small green pellets, and the dried shrimp that I cut up into small pieces for them. I am listening to Steve Perry sing, sipping on cold coffee and enjoying it for the first time in my life. I have always detested cold coffee, or ice coffee as it is more commonly known. I added a teaspoon of stevia, and a smitchen of half and half to some leftover coffee the other day, as an experiment to see if I would like it, and to keep from wasting it.

Is there less caffeine in cold coffee. Does the caffeine somehow disintegrate or lessen in potency while you are chilling it in the refrigerator? I doubt it. I think that I have found a new way to drink my coffee.

My friend, Ab the Flagman, turned me onto a movie that he said that I must watched after we had a short discussion on religion. It is called Zeitgeist, and it is available on Netflix so I will watch it soon.

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Food for thought...(Response to my question of yesterday, "Is it a sin to kill ants?"

Brian Cameron: "The original Hebrew(in the bible) says, "Thou shalt not Murder," which is very different than killing. If someone tries to murder you and you kill them instead have you sinned? No, you have not."

Hate is the path to the dark side... always make your decisions based on what you love, and there can be no sin. for example... don't murder the ants cause you hate their piles of dirt... this is sinful.

kill the ants to protect yourself and your family cause you love them and don't want them bitten, then there is no sin."

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Anita Mahaffey: "I use a mixture of boric acid, corn meal and peanut butter, or whatever other "bait" they're after, mixed with water. It takes days, or even weeks to get back to the queen, but once she dies, the nest is vanquished. I catch the cockroaches (which are very rare in the house) and feed them to my hens."

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Jinny Rucker: "I don't know, but my mom killed a ton of them yesterday and prayed for all of them and made the sign of the cross and everything. She's so funny!"

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Cj Sullivan: "My 10 year old loves to make an "ant swimming pool" and sadly, ants can't swim."

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Pasta Primavera" "I've had ants in my apartment this year. I found one in my bed and as I was smushing it, I said, " I'm sorry", so I guess to have that remorseful feeling tells me that it's not completely right ( to me), maybe, but I would probably do it again.Usually with lone insects inside, I set them out on the porch."

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Sallie Allen Forrester: "No if your intention is to bring balance to your yard and keep them from hurting kids etc. But if you kill them for fun- shame on you. Young Kids don't really understand and not as culpable as someone that knows better. But if you enjoy killing ants then it might be the least of your problems."

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Osti Mon: "Are they sinning when they invade my home? I heard grits will keep them down. Ant hills in Athens are humongous and invasive! Controlling them is necessary."

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David Nihiserer: "Ortho RAID its good to invade!"

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Paul Lenz: "is it a sin for ants to bite you?"

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Stephane Finley: "Yes!"

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George Harrison always starts to eat before John Lennon. I make no value judgment of this. John always joins Georgeand they munch happily, together, on bits of dried shrimp that I have cut up for them, and bites of green floating food pellets that I get from Animart, the wonderful store where we got our beautiful bird, Dolcinea, from.

I am without my Joan, today. She is off to hang out with the girls. She just called and said that there was a bad wreck on the interstate that had both stopped and diverted traffic. I prayed for the folks in the wreck, and thanked The Lord that Joan was safe.

I read somewhere that Paul and Linda McCartney never spent a night apart in their relationship. I think that is beautiful, and love my time with Joan. I hope that you have a great day. It is supposed to rain here today, at The Mableton Mansion.

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Pill Poppin’

I was feeling like my blood pressure was high. I just checked it and it was 104/64, which is the lowest that it has been since I bought this blood pressure checking machine.

“Readings above 90/60 and below 120/80 indicate that the pressure in your arteries is considered normal for most adults,” according to Melanie Haiken, Caring.com senior editor.

I take a pill to keep my blood pressure in check. I take a pill for high cholesterol. I take a pill for arthritis pain. I take a pill to keep me be from being wildly manic, or curled in the fetal position, crying like a baby. I take an .81 mg. aspirin a day. I take two pills for diabetes. I mostly eat healthy. I regularly exercise.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

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Osmosis?

“Don’t I know you?”

I’ve never seen you before.

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Penguins on acid stay away

Someone with a lousy personality shouldn’t be waiting tables. If you can’t muster up a smile at 2.01 an hour, you should seek servitude elsewhere. I’m in a good mood, when I eat out, and I don’t want to suffer the effects of you not having taken your Prozac. Waiting tables is hard work, but part of the job is being in a good mood. Mostly, people will tip you more for being charming than they will for being dismal. Trust me, I wore the penguin suits for years.

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Power to whom?

I don’t care if you believe in God, but I do care if you believe in Good. Science may tell you one thing, and religion another, but the bottom line is that we should all treat each other decently, but we don’t do we?

I love how these men, and women, who hide behind the name, “Corporation,” call us “Partners,” while they make millions while paying us $7.25.

“It’s legal,” you will say. Well, ha ha, who made the laws?

When did waiters and waitresses start getting called, Servers.”

Be honest: at $2.01 an hour they are slaves to the wealthy restaurant industry.

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Ask yourself if you believe in right and wrong and then ask yourself why. Who gave you your conscience? Why does it exist?

Source Unknown

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I wish I could just look at a book, or put my hand on it,

and have all the knowledge from it.—K

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I wish I could call my coffee cup, like I do

my cell phone, when I misplace it in the house!

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My turtle babies, George and John, went, immediately, to their food, this morning, when I dropped it in their aquarium. They love the dried shrimp that I cut into little pieces for them, as they enjoy the green floating pellets that I drop in their water. Joan says that the shrimp is supposed to make the turtles grow up to be big and strong, fast! I love my turtles as babies, as I loved my children as babies. It will be fun, and rewarding, to see my turtle babies grow, as I have watched my children grow. I thank my Higher Power for this greatest gift that I have: life, which allows me to enjoy both turtles and children, and so much more.

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Is the true believer the most easily persuaded from

his, or her, point of view?

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Don t get me to that church on time

We were coming out of the grocery store. It was pouring rain. I opened our umbrella and stepped off the curb. A lady in a pickup truck approached. I was sure, especially with the conditions, and since most folks in vehicles stopped for shoppers(there are actually two yellow stop signs painted on the pavement there)that the lady would stop. She didn’t. She accelerated causing us to jump back. After she passed, I saw Christian symbols all over the back window of her truck, and thought, well, I sure don’t want to go to church wherever you go!

PS This is not a blanket criticism of all Christians, all churches, or even all people, just a simple observation from a day in the rain.

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Just another day at the grocery store

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A Cherry Cola / Reena Nikolic Moment

Cherry Cola “ It's scary.”

Reena Nikolic And the management over there treat the workers like dirt - UK counterparts wd be protected by employment rights - heck human rights. Craig worked for Talk Talk and said "never again" - they were not treated humanely because there's always another worker in line, so they have no choice but to accept the ill-treatment or lose their job. Shameful.

Peace and Love

Some hippy said it

not a politician,

or businessman.

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I love you hither and yon

(thus)while you are here,

when you are gone.

Gone rhymes with shlong

but I won’t get into that.

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Two Purposes for one thing

Joan brought home an old guitar,

a La Primera L20. It was missing

two turning pegs, and had only

two strings. Joan wants to use

it as canvass, that she will paint,

and place in her garden. I seem

to be angling for looking into

restoring the guitar and seeing what

it sounds like.

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While you were naked

in the garden,

and in the bars,

I was curled naked

into the fetal position

on the floor of a drunk tank

or mental institution.

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The ceiling fan makes an incessant clicking noise

each time it rotates above the room that I must concentrate

in to write my poems. It delivers displeasure to my ear

and my senses.

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She laughs at me so often

I wanted to put some spiritual music on for the morning. Something cooling, and calming, to make me pacivie and

intuitive. All I could find was Jane’s Addicton. “Been caught stealing,” was the first song they played for me on that day.

Someone asked why I had propped a white wooden letter K

over a piece of Joan’s art in the living room.

“I’m taking over,” tell her. “My goal,” is to dominate.

Joan just laughed.

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Life in the burbs

The dogs love to come home. Whether they have just come from a visit to the neighborhood, a walk, as we say, or from sunning on the carport, on leash, my dogs are always happy to be home. They run from the door, tails wagging, and head to my office, in the back of the house like they are trying to run The Preakness, or something.

There is a pipe in the basement of this house that always hits my head when I get near it. It is near the washer and dryer, so I, mostly, don’t think of it being there ready to hit me, at all. Life in the burbs is both happy, and can kill you.

Hopefully The Good Lord won’t want me any time soon!

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A K moment with K and Lisa

Have you ever heard/read (of) Richard Brautigan?

Mikel K Poet: Shot himself in the head.

Mary Lisa: He did? ugh. Well, when I lived in Canada, (eons ago) I read a few of his books, Trout Fishing in America, and The Pill vs The Springhill Mine Disaster. Your work reminds me of his and I mean that as a compliment. I always enjoyed his creativity as I do yours. I will have to go read his bio.

Mikel K Poet: Thank you for that compliment. I think only one other person has said that. You rock. Brautigan was a brilliant poet / writer. I hope to avoid the end that he, and Hunter Thompson, and Hemingway, among many others, chose...

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We need money for war,

so we can win like a football team

in The Super Bowl.

Mikel K

(For Sallie).

Sallie Allen Forrester Ok what is the name of the team?

Mikel K Poet M.E.

Sallie Allen Forrester Meat Eaters?

Mikel K Poet me

Sallie Allen Forrester Yeah me is a meat eater. I can own it or deny it

Mikel K Poet Me too. It's sad really. Say a prayer for the animals.

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All you need

I cut the banana bread. A piece falls off

and some large crumbs that have fallen off

the piece. I scoop them all up planning to

swallow them at once, but the crumbs fall

off to the side into the pan that I baked

the banana bread in. I take a second swallow

and head out of the kitchen to, once again,

hang out with the love of my life.

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Joan is going to learn us on the weed eater

that her dad gave her. Neither one of us

had ever worked with such a thing. At least

I hadn't; I'm not sure about Joan, but I was

sure that she would get better on the thing

than I: fast!

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Half a peanut fell out of the shell

when I opened the shell. It fell in

the bowl where I threw the shells

after cracking the peanut open.

I had trouble fishing it out, and

almost said, "Fuck it. This is just not

worth it. I got a whole bag

of peanuts to crack.

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A Cherry Cola / Reena Nikolic Moment

Cherry Cola “ It's scary.”

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"I want you to fall in love with me..."

"I already have," she said.

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K: Just read about a horse trainer that was shooting

his race horses up with anabolic steroid.

Mikel K Poet” It should not say that. It should say who.

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Does Alanis Morissette walk in a place of peace?

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Sometimes I don't know the difference

between an oven and a stove top.

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Did you learn your history from your television?

I just cut four small pieces of shrimp

into four or five smaller pieces, and

dropped then in on my baby turtles.

As the shrimp hit the water, both turtles

jumped like the Germans had just

dropped bombs on Colonel Hogan

but started eating immediately.

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Joan just showed me how to use a weed eater.

I have always hated those things. And today, I hated having it

turned on in my hands. I dug up a big patch of dirt

outside the rose garden turning that piece of pretty property

into something that looked like an early grave. Joan took the

weed eater back from after that. A close friend of mine's mother

got hit in the head by a piece of flying metal, or rock, and,

instantaneously, became a vegetable for life because of what

the weed eater hurled at her. Be careful people.

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Search Results for Mario “MC Souleye” Treadway:

No Song Matches

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It was the fifth woman that he had move into his house with him. He owned the house, and usually had a financial advantage over his loves, and used it. Four of the women loved him only for what he had and not for who he was. The one who really loved him, he got rid of the fastest.

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You're not telling me heaven from hell

By Mikel K

"I cuss at object that words cannot harm,"--Just Joan

“Apologetics (from Greek ἀπολογία, "speaking in defense") is the discipline of defending a position (often religious) through the systematic use of information. Early Christian writers (c. 120–220) who defended their faith against critics and recommended their faith to outsiders were called apologists”.--Wikipedia

"Flesh is but the glass that holds the dust."

--George Herbert

"I had the blues because I had no shoes,

until upon the street, I met a man with no feet."

--Ancient Persian Saying

I am certainly not smarter than Solomon. My dad used to say

that I was too smart for my own good.

It’s a great day to be alive.

I lived in the city for so long that I forgot how exhilarating landscaping can be. I’m in the burbs, now, and I enjoy getting some sun, and exercise, mowing the lawn. I have buried some strawberry and tomato plants. I had sown some pansy and magnolia seeds. One of our small Halloween pumpkins that Joan left in the front yard by a small tree that she had transplanted from the woods that sit behind our home have started to sprout, and, maybe, we won’t have to buy pumpkins, this year, just harvest them from our front lawn.

I come from drunk tanks and short stays in state mental institutions. I tried to break down the doors of perception, but all I broke down, in the long run, was me. I am a miracle. I should be dead or in jail, but instead I’m growing a garden with a beautiful woman, listening to the birds sing outside my window.

I give a nod to my Higher Power for saving me, and to my friends Gigi and Kevin for helping me help myself. My higher power was always there, even when I was in the wilderness. Gigi and Kevin were always there, too. They were there when no one else was. The birds were always chirping, but for years, I couldn’t hear them.

I think that killing in the name of The Lord is probably a man made concept.

I think somebody is watching me and that if I type certain words

onto this computer, they are going to bust me for free thinking.

Cutting the grass as I cut out attitudes from the past

I think that I shunned cutting the lawn, here at The Mableton Mansion, because of my father. Although I cut half of our neighbors’ lawns, back in Hartford, and West Hartford, Conn.,

for cash, as a kid, my dad never let me cut his grass. I don’t know if he thought that I wouldn’t cut the his grass to his standards, or if he liked cutting it. My partner Joan loves to cut the grass, but she is consumed by a real world job. I forget my point on all of this, but, today, I find it nice to get out in the sun some, get some exercise, make the place look a little better, and receive the high praise that said partner gives me for doing what had previously been her job. It’s not a job, here at The Mableton Mansion. It’s an adventure! I feel some of my father in me as I walk up and down the lawn with the mower. That would have bothered me in the past because we did not have the greatest relationship, but each day I realize that there were many good points to the man from County Cork, and festering on the bad of him was both juvenile and stupid, and I am neither of those.

No money back at The Door. I've just got one King Dog Intensely Caffeineted Energy Mints left, and it won't last long.

It’s a long way out of my mind and onto this computer

or this paper in front of me.

I say to the dogs, but they don't believe me

that the folks screaming for The Rolling Stones

on You Tube were really screaming for me.

You can't always get what?

“There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.”

--John Millington Synge

“It is not your job to change the world.

It is your job to go with the flow of the universe.”

From the movie, “The Secret.”

Do you get your news from Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and Glenn Beck?

"You can give in to the failure messages and be a bitter deadbeat of excuses. Or you can choose to be happy and positive and excited about life."--A. L. Williams

I’m basically a man fumbling about on his own during the day light hours when My Love goes off to work. It’s just me, the three dogs, the two cats, the turtle, and the bird.

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Kquvien DeWeese You always make me smile and laugh!

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I've heard the word, and I've heard the bird, and I don't move with the herd.

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Get a job

Six Flags said that I had to get a haircut and shave my beard

before I could buy a uniform from them. I won’t have to piss

I wish them the best. I hope they are happy in their mansions.

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And we ought to do what’s goo

We can do what we can do

and we can’t do what we can’t do.

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“I been smoking dope. I been snorting coke;

trying to write this song.”—The Newriders of The Purple Sage

I am looking forward to doing a drug more than I have ever looked forward to doing a drug, and there was a time in my life when I did look forward to doing an assortment of drugs, but this drug isn’t the same as those old drugs I used to do. This one is for arthritis. It is supposed to take the arthritic pain in my hip away, and hopefully the arthritis pain in my right knee, and lower back, also. Don’t expect miracles, I think. And do find out if it is addictive. It’s not a narcotic. It’s an anti-inflammatory.

ok..let's try a song..ok? think of any subject matter....love..or anything 'trending'..whatever..but..see if you can write a poem in a 'songwriting layout'....verse 1 , verse 2 , chorus , verse 3, bridge ( which will be only 2 lines) and out...take your time...and send lyrics to ampisgood@gmail.comand...it may take a few songs to write something that 'sticks'...ha....

Kool. Will do

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“I could pay someone to fuck you up.”

“I could fuck you up right here.”

And with that the men looked into each other’s eyes

for the very first time.

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I been cruising down the highway of life for a large number of days, now. Obstacles used to be in my way. I used to be mean; mad at myself all the time, sure that I had turned out to be no good for anything like my father always said that I would be. Today, I don’t hear his voice; and those things that used to cripple me are not even in the memory of my past. Now you might ask, why should you care?

Let me blow her cover and tell you that she is a passionate lover.

This story is to be continued.

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Someday I will start The Revolution(revisited).

but today

there were other things to do.

other things to do.

Wash the dishes.

Mop the floor.

Feed the dogs cats

turtle frog and bird.

On the way to the pisser, it occurred to me how great it was to be in a monogamous relationship. A lot of people out there were giving and taking an awful lot of disease. We could have sex any time we felt like it, and not die because of it, or have all the nasty things that can happen to you, because of it, happen to us.

Man. Ruin my buzz. I just had to talk to my shrink’s voice mail, telling the nurse that they had once again phoned in my prescriptions for pills to the wrong pharmacy. A lady from Delta Pharmacy had called, and left a voice mail message, telling me that my pills were ready at her place. I have not been to that pharmacy in years, and had only used it once or twice, finding them to be a bit unsatisfactory, for what reason, now, I can’t remember. I mean who’s crazy here, me or the shrink’s office?

It would be really spiritual, right now, to eat one of those large and tasty chocolate chip cookies that are in our pantry, hidden in there so that I can’t see them: to avoid the temptation of having one. I’ve been fat, and I don’t want to be fat again. It doesn’t look good, and it’s unhealthy.

I’m glad that I ain’t snorting coke. What a nasty fucking drug that is. Put all your stereo equipment and good furniture at another guy’s house. I never got around coke much, and the one time that I did, it put me on the street.

"Yesterday ended last night. Every day is a new beginning. Learn the skill of forgetting. And move on."--Norman Vincent Peale

You know those peppermint candies that you get at the hostess station of some restaurants, the kind that show up a bit at Christmas, too? Well, Joan gave me one of those, the other night, and I just put one in my mouth. My teeth must be programmed to break hard candy into pieces, because I do it all the time. This one cracked almost the second that I put it in my mouth. There must be some deeper meaning to all this.

Such a weird positioning of thoughts…

GrooveShark plays, You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet, by Bachman Turner overdrive three times before they let you hear the next song. I love the band, love the song, but that is too fucking much.

What are those folks thinking?

“The foolish and wicked practice of profane cursing and swearing is a vice so mean and low that every person of sense and character detests and despises it.” --George Washington

John Lennon deserted his family and became an adulterer to become a Beatle, and then spouted love, love, love. What kind of love did he show to Julian, his son, and Cynthia, his wife, in blowing them off? Julian calls his father a hypocrite. Is he right? Should we overlook the obvious? Is John Lennon’s message full of shit? It always hurts when your heroes turn out to be fallible.

I once thought that I would be a hot shot telephone sales person.

I got a job with The Atlanta Opera, and I couldn’t sell a fucking thing. My boss threatened to fire me if I didn’t make some quota, so I quit on the spot.(I didn’t like being threatened). Then I got a job with The Democratic Party of Georgia. Things were going a little better here but the democrats decided to act like Republicans and took away our commission wanting us to work for pennies above minimum wage. Phone sales is a bitch, and I am a bastard.

My dog Dylan is a sneaky bitch. Joan forgot something and came back in the house, today, and found Dylan up on top of the small bookshelf that sits under the front window in the living room that is usually populated by the cats. Dylan knows not to get on furniture but his curiosity as to my whereabouts when I leave the house overwhelmed him.

We were moving some things, this morning from Joan’s office, and a guy opened the door for me when I was carrying a heavy object. I said thanks as sincerely and friendly as I could because I was genuinely thankful. The guy then says, “Do you need any help?”

I said, “No, we just about got it, thanks though.”

Then he says, “I recently found myself homeless.”

This guy had on clothes way better than the ones I had on, and way better than any that I have in the closet.

What irks me is when someone is acting like they want to help you

when they are really after something. If I help someone, I help them and then move on. I don’t stick my hand out for something after helping them.

I hope the guy finds his way, whatever is up with him. His nice clothes won’t stay nice if he is really on the streets.

I played The Dead for The Bird a lot, today. She belted it out, singing madly and intensely. Funny, because I will play all kinds of other music and she is quiet but put The Dead on and she goes wild.

I’m not sure when I realized that we are the sum total of all the choices that we have made, and that our behavior can have consequences both good and bad. It’s my son’s birthday, tomorrow. It was a good decision to have him.

I hope that your decisions are finding you in a pleasant place.

I have never seen Joan so happy. She got a new vacuum cleaner, today. To me that might mean that work is at hand, and I would not be doing the jumping jacks of joy that she is.

We were in the basement, moments ago, and I had to go to the bathroom. I said to Joan, knowing full well that there wasn’t, was there anywhere to take a piss down here?

“No,” said Joan, “but when you start the revolution, you can have a bathroom put in down here.” You have to know the poem to catch her sarcasm. What can a poor boy do?

They had their chance but threw stones at me and hung me on a cross, but I rose again to rule.

March 13 2013

It is a day that we do not need space heaters in this furnace-less house to heat our rooms, and I am very thankful for that. Spring, officially, begins a week from now on March 20, but here in Mableton, Ga., spring has sprung a week early.

I just stuck my hand in the bird’s cage. She bowed her head to me and let me pet her on the head. On sales calls, which I am now, again, doing from my home phone I have to worry about her squawking and Dylan and Pretti Penni barking. Weird office they might tell me. As long as I close the deal I’ll be happy. “Roll away the dew,” baby.

I was on the chiropractor’s table at 8:10 a.m. this morning. The girl administering the machine that massages my back kept asking me if I wanted more. When done there I moved to another table, the one where the wooden knob-like thing rolls up and down your spine for about 20 minutes. This chiropractor has yet to lay a hand on me in several visits. He has talked about giving me adjustments in the future if I want them. I don’t know if he is proceeding with caution, and superior knowledge, to other chiropractors that I have been to, or whether he is just trying to soak up all the insurance money that he can, or both.

The last chiropractor that I went to took no x rays and started cracking my back immediately and immediately took co-pays.

Is there no standard for chiropractic? Is each office and each doctor different. I’m really looking too deep into this. All I want is for my back to not fucking hurt. Is that too much to ask?

Ok, I have to admit that, once upon a time, I used to be into Van Halen. But that was eons ago. And never when Sammy sang.

"Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow."

--Swedish proverb

I won’t clip coupons, but I am not too proud to collect Food Stamps.

Have you got $24.99?

I used to watch for the day to die

hoping that things on the next one

would get better. And when I quit

drinking, they did. Have you got

$24.99? This is my story.

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SO groovy to finally meet you last night! I enjoyed your poetry & that Tom Petty shirt, as well!! :)—Karin Johnson

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“Lord, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot

change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”--St. Francis of Assisi

This prayer saved my ass. For the longest time I was bi-polar unmedicated, practicing alcoholic full blown…

The best thing I ever did was to get away from being a Kinsella.

That family was never good for me and I was never good for it.

I'm going to be the next big thing after the next big thing, or maybe after one or two big things after that. My time is coming, soon, I'm certain. For sure.

Do you think that your same job with the same boss would be the same if you had to wear a super hero costume to work all day?

This beautiful snack that I fixed for myself includes

ravioli heated in the microwave, and then topped with

cold cottage cheese, accompanied by a hot tea with

milk is a sure crowd pleaser, if you are trying to please the crowd.

I’m sucking on, then breaking down a number, of Ed Hardy’s King Dog Energy Mints. Intensely Caffeinated it says on the cover of the candy’s box. I wonder where these things will lead me? Will they have no effect, and in effect have been a scam? Or will I find myself lying awake for years a time zonked out on them?

She said, suicide’s easy, what happened to the revolution?

BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB LYRICS

They had their chance but threw stones at me and hung me on a cross, but I rose again to rule. It’s a long way out of my mind and onto this computer or this paper in front of me.

I need some ass

you’ll hear a young man say,

and when he gets it

he’ll stick his finger under your nose.

I used to think like that, but I never acted like that. I never stuck my pussy smelling finger under anyone’s nose; seems a gross thing that you’d have to be a jerk to do.

Wow. You have 2763 photos in your folder on Facebook, and none of them are of you. What are you hiding? Are you so good looking that you are scared that you will be stalked? Are you so ugly that you don’t want the world to see you? Are you weird?

I’m ugly and I’ve got my picture up on Facebook. I have like 10,000 pictures of me up there. You can’t miss out on what I look like.