"Mikel, your writing pieces remind me of that potatochip ad "bet you can't eat just one". I enjoy your style, and humor, very much."--Barbara Moore
AMEN BROTHER! I'm impressed with the way you write, and deal with, daily life.
--Annamaria Valeriano-Tussi
Coffee disappearance
Often, in the morning,
my cup of coffee
is emptied too fast.
This is my fault, I know,
but I am not sure
what to do about it.
I could make the coffee hotter
so that I sip on it slower.
I could purchase a bigger cup,
if that is possible,
so that I have more coffee
to sip on.
I could sip what coffee I have
slower, but that is not going
to happen.
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The turtles are in a good mood, this morning, as usual. I am hoping to clean their tank sometime today. I bought a bottle of white vinegar to help with this. Recently, their tank has been clouding up too quickly after a cleaning, so I am going to do today's cleaning more thoroughly than I have been doing it in the past.
My old friend/girlfriend Carol Lucas took me out for sushi yesterday. It was her birthday gift to me. She also put together a beautiful mexican meal for me. At the time that we were hanging out, years ago, I was delivering food for a restaurant called Chico, and Chang, a place that delivered both Chinese, and Mexican food. This was so very thoughtful of Carol. The sushi at Ru San's was, as usual, delicous, and the Mexican food that she made was incredible.
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MONDAY, JULY 05, 2010
This friend of mine told me
that she was going to bed
early on July 4th,
and I felt sad for her.
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Nothing left to do
I am in a mood, tonight,
where I don't feel like
doing much. I just took
a nap, that could be
part of it; naps often
make me lazy.
I don't know that there is
much for me really to do.
The day is at end,
it is nearly time to sleep.
Things that must be done,
of which I can't think of
a single one, can wait
for the morrow.
I washed an old white teddy bear, this evening,
that used to belong to one of the kids.
It is so white now that it looks almost brand new.
I feel like that is a major accomplishment.
Why would I have to do anything else?
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The business of being generous
She gave the man who knocked
on her door twenty dollars,
as much because it was all
that she had, as out of generosity.
She wondered, then, if she had done
a good thing, or an unwise thing;
if the man would be back
knocking on her door more.
He knocked on her door on Sunday,
and her husband answered,
telling the man that
he could come by on Saturdays
to help him with the lawn,
but not to knock on the door
during the week,
when his wife was home alone.
I think that she did a good thing,
but that good things don't always
result in great results,
but, also, I have been taught
that we are not in the results business
when we do something good.
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The big thing that can kill you
She was throwing out a bag
full of Tupperware,
and I said, happily,
that I would take it.
She had switched over
to glass,
and then I remembered
that plastic was supposed
to be bad for you.
Still, I took the bag.
Sometimes, when you can't
afford any better,
you have to go with
the small things that
might eventually add up
to the big thing that
kills you.
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SUNDAY, JULY 04, 2010
Not a proverb but wise none the less
You must eat the fruit before
it turns moldy, or else
the fruit, and your money spent,
will have been wasted.
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Let Freedom Ring
Some of them tell me that freedom is achieved
by "fighting," and I wonder what is it that
you have established by establishing it with
violence?
They tell me that we are free, yet we are
tied to our jobs, tied to our houses, tied
to our cars, tied to our student loans,
and credit card debt, tied to a wife or husband
who we don't love, tied to alcohol,
tied to cigarettes, to pot, to cocaine,
to crack. to heroin, tied to your place in life
wanting to be a ballerina but only able
to say, "Would you like a cappuccino with your burger."
I am not here to bitch.
I feel very free, today,
and part of my freedom,
is the freedom to wonder
about freedom, to ask why
and why not, to ask when,
and how come.
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What is there to do on the Fourth of July?
Lose an eye,or a finger
if not careful.
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I feel free
I'm no celebrity,
but I'm not locked behind bars, either.
I am near broke, but I feel free.
I am blessed, and I know it.
Henry, the Great Dane from next door,
who is visiting us, this morning,
feels free, too;
free to bark at everyone
who walks by.
My dogs feel free to sleep,
as does Anna, the other Great Dane
from next door, who is also visiting
this morning.
A great part of freedom
is in how you feel.
I feel blessed to have been blessed
with these animals who surround me.
I feel free.
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Smiling at disgusting bugs
I have no onions,
but I have a good attitude.
A small cockroach
just walked across my desk
avoiding my hand,
whick sought to send him
onto the floor
where I could step on him.
He ran under my computer,
and, I think, has, now,
crawled inside the machine.
The cockroach has tested
my attitude,
but my attitude is still good
thought the cockroach has
gotten away/outwitted me.
PS He came back
was crawling on
the small speaker
that sends music
to me.
I swiped at him,
and he landed
on my leg.
Yucky poo to that.
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I need a lot of space don't get in my face,
you'll rarely catch me in a crowd.
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While listening to love song songs on the radio
My baby will be made out of Love
she'll have nowhere to go but home
with you know who. Out of all the
billions of men on the planet
I'm the one who she will wake up to.
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Deep man, that is really deep
I didn't used to be good at winning,
but then I learned how to play the
game. Life is like a carnival; there
a sucker games all around, people
waiting to take you, but all you have
to do is get to a higher ground, realize
that you don't have to be around them.
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SATURDAY, JULY 03, 2010
Unlike your father before you
The laundry's in the living room; wet.
The drier is in the utility room. You're
stoned; don't know what room you're in.
The Band is playing, the cd is singing
about Dixie, a place that you've been
living for a quarter of a century. You
were born in The North, but without getting
into specific issues, you'd fight for
The South if there was another war.
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I wasted time, today, or if you want to look at it another way I took it easy, relaxed, and just enjoyed being alive. I had no deadlines, felt no pressure to accomplish anything, spent time on The Love Porch without even a book in my hand, am sitting at my desk, right now, not doing a darn thing. It feels great to kick back, if you can avoid the guilt that nags at you, telling you that you must be productive, you must create, you must place the creation where others will see it, and recognize how great you are. I am not great. I do not need to be recognize. I need to watch the wheels turn round and round to quote a dead Beatle.
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True Love
She believes in karma,
he believes in the dollar bill, y' all,
accumulating as many of them as he can,
any way possible.
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The process of connecting
can be brutal,
there are so many wrong numbers
along the way,
so many hang ups,
so many disconnects,
so much long distance calling,
when she is in the same area code as you.
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I have sprayed in all the needed places; but some of the cockroaches have just moved. There is one that hangs out, now, on the wall in front of my desk. I want to kill him, but he is just out of reach. (Would I still want to kill him if I knew that he was a she; probably).
Fred is dead. There are no flies in this apartment, anymore. Not a one has shown up stuck to the fly strip that I hung at the entrance to the hallway to the head, but, I guess, the strip was a warning to Fred, and all the other bastard flies, that I meant business. Maybe Fred snuck out the front door, but I don't think so. I think that he inhaled the chemicals that the fly strip was kicking out, and he fell to the ground, somewhere in this space. He will be, soon, vacuumed into a dusty eternity.
Some women, who I have encountered in the real world, recently, have given me fake Facebook addresses. I guess this is a variant on the old give a guy a fake phone number routine. I don't recall ever having been given a fake phone umber, but I have been given a number of numbers, over the years, where no one answered, or returned calls to voice mail messages that I have left.
As I eat an omelete, my large grey cat, Kobain, is moving about the space upchucking. It is not the most pleasant sound to eat a morning meal to. Henry, the Great Dane, from next door, is following Kobain about the apartment, licking up the upchuck; got to love Henry for that. I hope, though, that he is not, soon, upchucking himself.
Sometimes, I get insecure when I see that someone has a book of poems coming out, and I look at the long list of publications that their poems have appeared in. Sometimes, I get insecure when I see that they have an MFA, especially if it is from Iowa.
I'm glad to say that out of my 1,321 friends on Facebook, only 13 of them "like" Glenn Beck. Glenn Beck: yuck!
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FRIDAY, JULY 02, 2010
There's no use drooling over her,
she is happily married; that's the
end of that.
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a cockroach doesn t seem to have much
of a life, and yet it scurries for it's life
when I try to kill it.
Imagine that reincarnation is true,
won t you feel blue when you come back
as a cockroach, and I kill you.
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Glucosamine has an almost immediate effect on what ails my knee, which is a mild to severe case of arthritis, which depends on the weather to decide how much pain, and, or discomfort to give me.
I was holding off on buying the pills, telling myself that I couldn't afford them, right now, but, really, I can't afford to be without them. It is funny, ha ha, how treatments for you health can be dependent on your economic status.
Is physical, and mental, well-being a thing that should be provided for us, or, if we don't have the money, should we trudge about this nation crazy, and in pain.
Martin Luther King Jr. said that, "We will be judged by how we treat the least among us." I've heard that one or ten percent of the American population controls ninety percent of her wealth. What would, "Leave it to Beaver," think about that?
The homeless are just bums; they should get a job like you have.
We are much better off putting our money into new weaponry to defend ourselves, than putting it into our schools. We don't want "them" to get us.
Have you paid off your student loan, recently. What an albatross that program is when used to get a degree. Of course, you don't have to go to college. As "they" say, "McDonald's is always hiring.
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5:30 a.m. Friday morning, I wake. It's one of those early mornings where I feel that I could either sleep in, or get up. I choose to get up, and see what words are in me that want to find their way out onto the laptop. I start the coffee, and feed the cats. Henry, the Great Dane, from next door, starts barking. I'm babysitting him, and his Great Dane sister, Anna, and their little kitty sister, Kitty Poo, so I go over to get Henry, and bring him over to our side of the house to hang out with Bundy, and Morisson.
The smell of poop hits me as I open the door. Someone, probably Anna, has crapped on Anna's bed, and all over the front room floor. Both dogs hustle to get out of the space. I find poop footsteps all over the carpet that my good neighbors have just recently cleaned with a rental carpet cleaner.
The dogs do their thing, and then wander about a bit. I call them when it's time to come in. Right at this point, Monkey, the sort of straw cat from our hood, shows up. Henry likes to chase cats, and he and Monkey are off down the street. Anna tries to follow, but I get her in the house. As I do so, Kitty Poo runs out the door, onto the porch, and out the porch screen door that I have propped open for Henry's return.
It was supposed to be a quiet very early morning, spent sipping on coffee, and delivering words to my laptop. Pets are funny. They will throw a curve ball every now, and then. I want to scream, "Foul!"
Oh yeah, for the second day in a row Henry has gotten into the foam inside the couch that he loves to destroy. I gave him a good lecture about it, yesterday, but today he is too far removed from the incident to get a scolding. I will clean it up, as I clean the poop up.
Aunny thing about all this is that I am staying calm through all of this. I love Henry, and Anna, and Kitty Poo. They are like children of mine, just like my dogs, cats, and turtles are like children of mine. Life is good, even though I have a shit load of poop to clean up!!
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THURSDAY, JULY 01, 2010
Praise the Lord, I need a Ford,
or a Honda, Nissan, Toyota, Vw,
or Dodge.
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Everybody has the solution for something about me.
I have to admit that some of the input is good,
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Weapons
You used all your weapons
without ever pulling out
a gun on me.
You had your sights set on me,
calculated me to be your enemy,
and I lost, the minute
you walked in the door.
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It's time to get off my high horse,
and come on back down to the part of town,
where I once was real; bad memories
can no longer cast a spell on me.
There's a girl there still waiting on me,
I'm not sure what she sees.
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Money, you got your grip on me.
Money, you got your hands around my throat
Money, you got me doing things I don't want to do
just to be able to cope.
Money you ain't got your sights set on me.
Money it's a weapon, and I'm defenseless.
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Boycott Poetry
By Mikel K
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hope that you come to town.
If you were to stand in front of me, for a second,
or two; I don't know what I might do. Probably
run away. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I hope that you make love
to me, but if you did I don't know what I might do,
probably hold you close to me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh I hope
that you don't run away, for if you did, it might
be the death of me.
I'm sucking down peppermint tea when I get nervous.
I'm inhaling chamomile tea when I feel alone.
It's better than bourbon. It's better than cocaine.
I've got to find a place for me; maybe it's down by
a balmy sea.
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He couldn't wait to leave the A.A. meeting,
so that he could smoke some pot.
High on pot, he didn't beat his girlfriend,
like he used to do when he was drunk.
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"There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots, the other is wings."--Hodding Carter, Jr.
It is 74 degrees outside right now, at 7:53 a.m., and it is actually cold inside this abode, so I have turned off one of my air conditioners. What a beautiful way to start the day, after so many days of plus 90 degree weather.
I am drinking my coffee, again, today, sans half n half, or milk, and I am quite enjoying it with just stevia. A recent report that I recieved from Yogi Lisa Cohen that coffee in the most pesticide laden product on the market does not please me, though. Can "they," the anything for a buck crowd, stop ruining just about everything for me/us. Bummer dudes.
It is great to be alive, this morning, I am so happy to see this new day, inspite of such bad news, or any other bad news that the world has to offer. The gift of life is where it is at, baby, and while I have this gift, all things are possible.
I lost my ATM card, and Al Gore might have tried to bang a masseuse; what is this world coming to? Were Clinton, and Gore, both hawking babes back when they were in charge? I wonder if Obama is keeping it in his pants. I wonder what kind of women George Bush and Dick Cheney were banging, if any?
One, or both of, these effin' dogs, of mine, pissed at the head of the hallway, again, while I was gone, moments ago, and I had just taken both of them out, before I left. I think that it's time for baseball bat beatings, and electro-shock therapy. Perhaps a nap for me will save their day.
I hope that your day is grand; you deserve such.
I just dropped an egg on the kitchen floor. I called to Morisson to come lick it up, but he wouldn't because he knows that he is not let in the kitchen very often. Funny, he will piss in the hallway, when I'm not around, but he won't come get an egg when I am here saying that it is alright to have it. Jaggar, my black cat, started licking the yolk, and then moved over to the albumen. Pets are weird.
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WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 2010
No Good
Bundy is at the front door
when I holler for Morisson to, "Come."
Bundy stays, which is good.
In the past, Bundy didn't stay,
he charged out the door
like there was a fire
and he was going to put it out,
which wasn't good.
Picture Perfect
The cry of the evening,
as evening turns into night;
birds making noise,
or is it cicadas?
I turn the light out
on the porch,
for the last time, today,
and call my dogs
to follow me inside.
I follow them, as usual;
another beautiful day is over.
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Blink, and you miss me
you had your chance to
kiss me,
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I find something on the side of the street; I pick it up, and it becomes mine. I have paid no money for it, but I am willing to fight to keep it. This seems stupid, somehow; is something more mine if I buy it, or if I find it, or if someone gives it to me?
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Garbage in garbage out
I hold onto things for too long,
like computers with crashed hard drives,
and memories of her.
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Know it all attitudes piss me off, and I am very close, much of the time, to being a know it all myself. I try not to be like this; I try to call myself self-confident, which is supposed to be a good trait, but, really I have a smug attitude that I know more about just about everything than you, when mostly I don't. I really need to work on this.
I did not pour half and half or milk into my coffee this morning; I just added the sweetener Stevia. I figure that all the milk, and creamer, that I dump into my coffee, every day, must contribute, some, to this fat tummy that I am carrying around with me; and it is my goal to stop carrying that fat tummy around with me as soon as possible, for health, as well as cosmetic reasons.
Lisa Cohen, a Yoga instructor, studying nutrition, told me yesterday that coffee, itself, contributes to the roundness of our bellies. I had never heard this before, and will have to further investigate.
You know that saying that gun enthusiasts have about their weapons where they say that you will have to pry their guns from their cold, dead fingers to take them away from them? Well, that is how I feel about my coffee. Of course that is, once, how I felt about my booze, and my cigarettes. Life is change.
My air conditioner is making a weird clicking noise. The poor thing has been working overtime for me for the last month. Maybe I need to give the machine a rest. It would be nice if the weather would cooperate. It has been cooler, by about seven to ten degrees, the last few days, though, and even a little bit helps.
I know this fellow who bought himself a new air conditioner, this year, saved the receipt, and then returned the air conditioner on the last day that it was still returnable, while it was still working well, in order to get maximum use out of his air conditioning dollar. Is he a swindler, or a wise man?
Somewhere along the line, I was taught that life's curve balls, the hard patches in the road, should be looked upon as challenges. When first exposed to this line of thought, I thought ha ha, what a swindler's notion; some con man, or woman, is trying to rearrange my clear thinking. I was a lose with a loser's attitude at the time. Like they say, "When life gives you lemonade, make lemons."
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I have to let Morisson, and Bundy out, and water the garden. One of the dogs crapped, and pissed, in the hallway, again, last night, while I slept. I am going to have to do a Google about how to teach an old dog not to use a new trick on my carpet.
I hope that your day is grand; you deserve such.
Used to be's don't count anymore
I've got my mask on,
and it won't be long,
until you see me smiling,
where I used to frown.
I feel better with a smile
on my face,
with a smile on my face
it's easier to be part of
the human race.
It's choice really,
you can smile, or you can frown;
you can be happy,
or you can be a sad clown.
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They promised paradise
but when we got there
what we found wasn't
very nice.
The fast food made us fat.
The cars we drove polluted
our air, getting the oil
to power them was killing
our oceans.
Student loan debt was killing us;
I could moan and groan on, and on,
but you well know the lyrics
to this song.
To some the foreign soil
was starting to look better.
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FRIDAY, JULY 09, 2010
Fishing will never be the same
Those river waters rose,
and when they receded
you were gone, not swallowed
by the water, but gone
because you had a chance
to leave me.
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Muddy waters picked cotton,
before and after he picked
on his guitar.
He was a sharecropper,
a tenant farmer.
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The white man built his house on the higher ground
where the Indian had buried his dead; doesn't seem
very moral, couldn't they have built their house
somewhere else instead?
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THURSDAY, JULY 08, 2010
These days sometimes I you we don't know
where to go to find entertainment to find
enlightenment to find a moment for ourselves.
Take a deep breath
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I stayed longer than I should have,
what did you expect? I have so little
self respect.
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Henry is unhappy that Bundy has retreated to his usual hangout underneath my desk. Henry is barking loudly at Bundy. Morrison is licking my elbow; Kobain has jumped up onto my lap. Kobain finds something more interesting then me, and is, now, licking my empty plate, that moments ago had fish on it.
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At least Purgatory awaits you
You're sexy, so shake it;
here's my heart, please
don't break it. I've got
love for you I can't fake it.
I'm down on my knees,
begging you please;
you turn, and walk away,
laughing into the night.
You owe me nothing,
but, somehow, what you did
isn't quite right.
I talked to God,
and he said that
he was going to get you.
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Here is something that I should have shared
years before: I love you, in my heart you
will never end, you will always be my friend,
even though we can't be lovers, we discovered
a long time ago that our two couldn't be one
but we had some fun along the way
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Love is a turd
Love is a turd.
Love is like a turtle.
Love is eternal
in your brainwashed mind.
Love is corrupt.
Love can be rough.
I just can't wait
to fall in love, again.
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Stay in school
Now we're worn out.
We were warned,again,
that we had fallen
in love too soon.
Stay in school they said,
you're love will fade,
so they killed it
laid it to an early grave,
and I will never know
if given a chance
would our love have grown.
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I was walking in the park,
you were sitting in the dark;
I hoped that it wasn't just a
lark that we bumped into each other
by the pool.
We went swimming under the moon,
we fell in love too soon,
now I'm all alone in this room.
You're back in the dark,
and I'm walking through the park
alone again, naturally.
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It is hot on the porch.
I'm glad that I'm not
picking cotton.
I'm no Muddy Waters;
my guitar, and voice,
a means of escape.
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Feeding on Peace and Love
We found a new sun
they took the other from us
took our Mercedes
so we got on the bus;
oh well, they have our money
but we have a life
that is entertaining
and when it is over
they will sit in Hell bleeding
and we will go on feeding
on Peace and Love.
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All the love that I have is because of you
There was nothing you could do
but walk away from my poisoned mind,
but, still, you lingered
unable to leave me behind.
And I recovered, and it was
in large part because of you.
All the love that I have is because of you.
The fact that I can see is because of
the love inside of you.
All the love that I have is because of you.
Thank you.
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I am set in stone,
you are set to sail away.
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I'm in the dark looking for
the spark that will lead
to the flame that will illuminate you
in my heart and mind.
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I'm in the dark looking for
the spark that will lead
to the flame that will illuminate you
in my heart and mind.
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I would die to find what I once ignored
I met a baby doll;
I wanted her to be my baby doll,
she turned out to not be a baby doll at all,
and she wanted nothing to do with me.
I would die to find what I once ignored
I had it in my hand but I threw it away
My dreams had come true, but my heart was empty
my glass seemed full, but I felt empty.
If she comes back to me
I will be the man that I was not then, now.
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I hung out with Michelle Kelley, Superstar, last night. First we hit the stage at The Blue Frog Cantina, in East Atlanta, and then we did our thing, under the spotlights at My Sister's Room, right down the East Atlanta streets from The Blue Frog. The audience, and the emcee, at both venues were incredible. Clayton English is a very charismatic comedian who is in charge of the microphone at The Blue Frog event. I don't think that I have ever laughed so hard as I did listening to Clayton last night. Clayton hosts a comedy radio show on vccradio.com on Monday nights from 7 to 11 pm. vccradio.com is the official host of the Wednesday night event at The Blue Frog. Tune in and hear some great stuff at vccradio.com
Over at My Sister's Room, Belinda Escott, is the stunning young woman running things. Belinda is an incredibly warm, and wonderful, person. You get the feeling that she cares about each act that she is introducing as if they were family. Michelle Kelley, and I, did not do our thing on the My Sister's Stage until almost 2:30 in the morning. It was worth the wait to get up on the beautiful My Sister's Room stage. The audience was warm, and friendly, even at that late hour. Belinda is a wonderful singer who is just about complete with her new cd. Be sure to look for it.
A highlight of the evening was that violinist, Paul Mercer, played a set at My Sister's Room. Paul is an incredible, incredible violin player, now known throughout the world for his talent. It was great to see Paul, again, and to, once again, be mesmerized by his playing. I also ran into my old boss, and friend, Brett Murphy. It was gosh darn great to see Brett, and to talk to him. Brett is one of my fav people on the planet.
Kudos, many kudos, to Michelle Kelley who is overcoming some intense stage fright to get up on that stage and live her dreams instead of just talking about it. As AC/DC said, "It's a long way to the top, if you want to rock!"
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WEDNESDAY, JULY 07, 2010
Just call me Paddy
By Mikel K
If Muddy Waters was a coon
and I am
If Muddy Waters was a coon,
then I am a white nigger,
a cacker. jigaboo,
porch monkey
then I am a Guinea, a turkey
and what about you
a Whop
cracker
gringo
polack
spear chucker
towel head
wet back
white nigger
skippy
sand nigger
honky
peckerwood
kike
yid
heeb
hymie
Christ killer
wop
guinea
dago
greaseball
Charlie
Chink
Jap
Gook
blog-trotter
bog
house nigger
limey
oreo
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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
--William Ernest Henley
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Smash the time clock
I will stand the test of time,
because I refuse to let you
take what's mine.
My time is my own,
you can't buy me.
Try me in two hundred years,
what I thought, today,
will still exist.
Your house, and your car,
will be long gone.
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Our way of life
They never take
their eyes off
your nipples,
or your brain.
They always have
their hand
inside your purse.
They will pursue you
until the day you die.
Don't be paranoid,
little darling,
don't be paranoid,
it's just our way
of life.
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Whenever there is a utility company truck sitting outside my home for any length of time, I start to think that, maybe, the government is watching me. It has been quite a number of years since I have done anything that the government might be interested in watching me for; over two decades, actually, so I realize that my thinking is a bit paranoid. When I see the utility company vehicle parked outside my house, I also think that, perhaps, they are going to jack my rate up: not so paranoid thinking. What rarely strikes my brain about this situation is probably the truth, that some guy from the utility company is fucking off for an hour or so, taking a nap, or listening to music in his car in front of my house.
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Brand new man
I want to be a brand new man.
I don't give a damn about anything,
but being a brand new man.
I would do anything to be a brand new man;
can't go on living the way I was.
Lord, won't you help make me be a brand new man.
My woman she gonna love me even more.
My kids they gonna run to the door,
when their brand new day comes home.
Brand new man, brand new man
I'm gonna be a brand new man.
Brand new man, brand new man,
I'm gonna do everything I can
to be a brand new man.
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Smoke filled room
Smoke filled room,
people having fun.
Smoke filled room,
you get up and do
your thing,
wind up coughing
until the beginning
of a brand new day.
Smoke filled room,
why does it have
to be this way?
Why the smoke go to
kill you,
what is God trying to say?
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You made love
now you feel like dirt;
the Pope still has
his thinking up your skirt.
You made love,
you feel ecstatic,
like you've found love,
then she hits the door
the minute she finds
all her clothes on your
floor.
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Ads on the radio drive me away from even the greatest stations. The ads are either intrusive, or insulting, or both. I try to wade through them to get to the songs that I love, but it is impossible. Back to back they slap with me with 30 to 60 second sound bites that kick me in the teeth, and break my jaw. I head to my computer hard drive where I am in control of what goes in my ear; freedom of choice, once again, saves me from intense mental pain, and suffering. God bless my ability to tune out one source of music, and tune another one in. Let's hear it for screeching guitar solos, and not someone trying to sell me a diamond ring.
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Bojangles
I'm sitting at my desk thinking
how I need more money.
I'm sitting at my desk thinking
how I need more love,
and then the song, "Mr. Bojangles,
comes on the radio
and puts everything in perspective.
Mr. Bojangles is a popular country song originally written and recorded by artist Jerry Jeff Walker in 1968. Since then, it has been covered by many other artists, including The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, whose version rose to number nine on the Billboard pop chart in 1971.
Walker has said he was inspired to write the song after an encounter with a street performer in a New Orleans jail and does not refer to the famous stage and movie personality Bill "Bojangles" Robinson. Walker said while in jail for public intoxication in 1965, he met a homeless white man who called himself "Mr. Bojangles" to conceal his true identity from the police.
Bojangles had been arrested as part of a police sweep of indigent people that was carried out following a high-profile murder. The two men and others in the cell chatted about all manner of things, but when Mr. Bojangles told a story about his dog, the mood in the room turned heavy. Someone else in the cell asked for something to lighten the mood, and Mr. Bojangles obliged with a tap dance.
The song is notated in two aurally equivalent time signatures, 3/4 and 6/8
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Bojangles_(song)
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TUESDAY, JULY 06, 2010
Evading the inevitable
The coffee machine is loaded.
The dogs, and cats, are asleep.
It's time to go to bed,
still I linger there are words
I am trying not to keep inside
before I lay my head on the pillow.
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I haven't cried in so very long now
It seems like it was in another life
when tears constantly dripped from my eyes;
I haven't cried in so very long now.
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A weighty issue
Most of the people in the diabetes management class
that I went to, this morning, were overweight,
so they taught us about diet, how to measure
the amount of food that we eat. If I could
cut the amount of food that I eat in half
would I weigh half of what I weight now?
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Do what you're told
I need to put the sheet on the bed,
and not sleep on the bed without it
again, tonight; though I am not
really sure why. I'm a guy, we mostly
don't care about these type of things,
or so I am told.
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Someone suggested that I be friends with Bill Cosby, and Nicolas Cage, this morning. I didn't really see the need for that.
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"Yooooooooou make loving fun," sings Christine McVie on the radio, and I think how fun that love can be.
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An umbrella is important
Sunshine used to not come my way.
It was rainy almost every day.
If you don't water your plants
they won't grow, so water has
it's place; you just don't want
it hitting you in the face.
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I turned on the radio, and "I think I love you," by The Partridge Family was playing. My dog Morisson immediately put his head on my lap.
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What's all this talk of peace and love
The President promised to stop the war
when he was campaigning,
but so far he has sent soldiers into another country
as wall, so there are two wars, now, going on.
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One instead of two, perhaps
I often get along better with a woman
after we have stopped dating.
I am coming to the conclusion
that, maybe, I was not cut out
to be in a relationship,
that I was created to go it alone.
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A thought on my poetry
I've won no awards for my poetry,
but I have touched the hearts,
and souls of many, put smiles on
the faces of strangers, received
letters thanking me for what I write
from people all around the world.
I have kept no record of the publications
that have accepted my poems,
have never published a book.
I am slack in many areas of the "business"
of poetry, but I never fail
to write, write, write everyday.
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An alarm clock for the birds
It is 5:05 a.m. and I hear no birds chirping.
It must be too early for them.
I wonder what time they rise,
which reminds me that I need to put bird seed
in their feeders.
Several strands of turtle food float through the turtles' aquarium that sits next to my desk. I guess that the turtles either weren't hungry, this morning, or that they have decided to save their breakfast for later in the day.
The turtles' water is not foggy, as it was yesterday. I am glad for this. It was frustrating to see their water cloudy only three days after I had changed it for them.
I am going to remove the rocks that sit at the bottom of the tank, for good, the next time that I clean the aquarium. The rocks have been there for several years, and, I am sure, retain a healthy amount of rubbish, despite the fact that I rinse them out in the tub, every time that I clean the tank.
I read an article, on the net, yesterday, about keeping your turtles' tank clean, and it suggested the removal of old rocks. I am not sure if I am going to buy new ones, or not. I do not think that it is necessary, except aesthetically, to have rocks in the tank, and I tend to be a more functional, than aesthetic, kind of guy.
My happy turtles, Prynce, and Rue Paul, are perched happily on their fake floating rock that sits beneath their heat lamp. Do turtles have it as made as dogs, and cats, I wonder?
It is overcast outside, looks to be threatening rain, but the little weather predictor box on my laptop screen says that there is zero chance of rain. I like it when it rains; it gives me respite from carrying my watering can about to the tomato, and cucumber, plants that I have growing in the front yard.
As I have said before, recently, none of my plants are, yet, bearing fruit, and it is mid-July. I don't know if there is still hope for fruit to appear. I sure hope so. It is very rewarding to pick your own produce.
It is a Monday morning. The street in front of my home is void of vehicles, where over the weekend the street was packed with cars. Most everyone has left their homes, and gone to work. I hope that your workday is fruitful, and happy, and that if you are not working, this morning, that your morning, and your day, is fruitful, and happy.
Have a smile; why not?!
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I have no money, honey, and I haven't cut the grass
in almost seventeen years, but that's because I don't own;
however I do want to take you around the world
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SATURDAY, JULY 10, 2010
My "free" business cards just cost me six bucks. How come "free" stuff has such a high rate of postage, and handling?
"There are no free lunches," a man named Colonel Walker used to tell us, back in my senior year of high school, in a class called, "Problems of American Democracy, or PAD," for short.
I guess the Colonel was right. I am not so much complaining as commenting. I think that six bucks for 250 business cards is a decent price; just don't call them free: that is deceptive, or an outright lie.
The cards were easy to order online, and should be here in 21 days, because paying six bucks got me the slowest delivery time that the card company offered. I had to look at just about every product that the card company has for sale, on my way to checkout. I guess that is part of the price that I pay for getting the "free" cards; I am subject to their intrusive marketing.
It's a great day to be alive, a Sunday. I wonder how many Sundays that I have been alive for in this existence? I remember going to church,as a kid, with my parent. It was a lousy experience. I can't remember if it was a lousy experience because of The Church, or because of my parents, but I'm sure that both played a part in it. Thankfully, I am free of both of them, these days.
"Do you know freedom exists in school books?" the dead poet, Jim Morrison, once asked. I know that this doesn't really apply to my matter at hand, but freedom is freedom, now isn't it?
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Growing Up
I've come to learn
that the guy who sings,
"I believe in everything,"
might believe in nothing.
The words that people sing,
and not necessarily the words
that they live.
When I learned this I was sad.
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The pills and The Lord are working
It's been a long road
full of much discord
I learned to pray when I was young,
but gave it up for women and a bottle of gin
The women never much stuck around
but the bottle sure did
Then I had a kid,
and the choice was obvious
live in the drunk tank
or join the ranks of hands on fathers
The Lord never left me,
he was there when I got down on my knees, again
and started begging him please
for help.
Some people smoke marijuana
I take the pills that the shrink gives me,
and between the pills and The Lord.
I haven't had a drink in almost 20 years.
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I understand why you took his hand,
and left me alone.
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Please don't tell them
Please don't tell them
that you knew me
when I sold vacuum cleaners
door to door.
Please don't tell them
that you knew me
when I worked in the paint dept.
Please don't tell them
that you know me
when I threw newspapers
onto your step.
Just tell them that you knew me
when I could walk on water.
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I'm ready to rise, and face the day;
come what may I am glad to be here,
there are places that I've been that
haven't been much fun, I'm no longer
on the run from me.
Agreement then
So, I let you go;
you didn't want to stay, anyway.
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Fit in
We're all just faces in the crowd,
and most days it is best to stay there.
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Don't use their credit cards
If you ain't got nothin'
there ain't nothin'
that they can take from you.
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When Henry, and Anna visit, Morisson gets underneath my desk with Bundy, the two of them curled up there in the fetal position asleep right now. Sometimes, I don't like sharing my under the desk space, but at 5:46 a.m., I am not going to wake either dog up to make room for me.
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Breakfast
Tom Waits is awful.
The Beatniks sucked.
Led Zeppelin was a joke.
U2 makes me puke.
Metallica makes me gag.
(To be cont.)
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Ain't got no caviar
I'll see you tomorrow
you can let me out
of this bottle
that you have put me in.
The soldiers fight
so you say
so that we can be free
but The Senate cuts the balls
of the unemployed,
a Senate that is not worried
about where their next meal
will come from.
I'll see you tomorrow,
you'll be amazed at my tenacity;
you think that I'll go away,
but I won't.
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I try not to exist at your beck and call
I don't salivate when you put cheese in my trap
I don't fall in love when you put your lips
on my mouth.
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Sugar by itself
You'll go to bed alone,
and you won't feel any better
in the morning,
when no one is there with you
to fix the coffee
and drink it with you.
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I don't eat egg yolks anymore
And I don't pile food on my plate,
or black out and wind up in jail.
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To have eyes
I have morning stuff in my eye
and as I rub it out
I think of how lucky I am
to have eyes.
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Spinach Onions and Tomatoes
This garden that I have built for you,
has failed to bear fruit. My sweat
has all been in vane. I could run around
naked, screaming at the clouds.
I could go on the nod, but I think
that I will just go to the grocery store
and buy you some spinach, onions, and tomatoes.
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Desire is a powerful weapon
For a long time, I was hoping
to be done with the drinking
and smoking,
but I didn't have a clue
as to what I should do
to effect this change.
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Nick Cave doesn't care about the existence of angels
It's four a.m.
I am listening to Nick Cave sing
The only animal awake is Henry
He is sticking his nose
into a very empty cat food bowl
Henry is sneaky
I will forget that there is food
for my animals out,
and Henry will eat it,
and, then, he will have the runs,
which is no fun.
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Maybe if you hug someone
who you don't much care for
for long enough,
you will come to care about them.
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What matters
I may never do anything great,
but these animals all have food
on their plate in the morning.
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Wishes
I wish that I could play piano.
I wish that I could fly a small plane.
"If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride," my daddy used to say.
I built the statue of liberty,
and erected it from the ground,
then I fed my cats and went to sleep.
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SATURDAY, JULY 17, 2010
I was going to write a letter
but I had nothing to say.
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Should I let my non-fruit bearing cucumber plant die? It's not going to feed me; the beetles had fun. The sink doesn't stay clean for long. I forget to wash a plate, and have to dirty the sink again.
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Try getting a teenager to do your shopping
Those onions that you picked are delicious
I'm having them for lunch, right now.
There must be something about letting
your daughter pick the onions
that makes them even more tasty.
Maybe I should let her do all the shopping;
now that would be a trick.
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I can't tell you what she will look like
She will come to me;
I won't have to chase her down.
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Not so out of reach
Now I'm older, and I want to walk the beach
for right now, the beach is out of reach,
my daughter has two years left in high school
and then we will both be free to fly the coop
I will scoop shells and hermit crabs from the beach
build castles in the sand
walk the beach at sunrise
walk the beach at sunset
my dogs will be covered in salt water
my cats will have sand at their feet
It is fun to dream, it is fun to think about
waves crashing on the beach.
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What do you do when?
I'm sweet.
You're weak.
I'm tall.
You're meek.
Sometimes, we get what we seek.
Sometimes, we are left out in the cold;
we tried to be bold, and follow our dreams,
but it seems that the grass is not always
what it appeared to be.
Do you know what I mean?
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I know no Spanish,
and I know only her.
I met her, briefly,
she said hello, and smiled.
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Do you capture the image,
or is the image already there
waiting to come out?
--K
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Striking Images
Strike a pose
so I can push
the button.
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You can't fall in love with a woman's legs, but you can be fascinated by them. I should be more mature than to be able to be trapped by such, but I saw a pair, last night, that were positively intriguing. Of course, these legs wanted nothing to do with me; I know, I felt them out.
It is Saturday morning; people are walking their dogs along the sidewalk by my home. Henry is with us, and he is going crazy. He must bark at everyone that walks by. I must learn him not to. Mr. Henry woke me at 3 a.m. barking. He and his sister Great Dane Anna had to use the facility. I thought that weird because I had taken them out around midnight, right before lights out.
I went to an art opening with my friends Michelle, and Elizabeth, last night, and checked out the work of William Morand. Art openings can be fun. I enjoyed this one. Michelle Elizabeth and I had an impromptu photo session in front of a huge fan in the work side of the gallery. I am loving my camera more, and more, and I have always loved it. I am becoming one with my camera. I now am going to become one with this day, this great Saturday that we are all about to experience. Enjoy.
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FRIDAY, JULY 16, 2010
My insecurity is attempting a pathetic crawl into my consciousness, today. It is trying to tell that I am not good enough, and that people don't like me.
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Honestly, I don't do most things, that I do, for you, I do them for me. Like if I take your picture, I am not taking your picture for the pleasure that you might get, later, looking at it, I take it because I enjoy taking it, and I will probably enjoy looking at it, later.
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Gosh, I have a resentment against that guy,
and I know that resentments aren't good.
If I could just figure out a way
to get off of his mailing list (he won't
let you out) out of site out of mind.
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A lot of what he wrote is a bunch of bullshit;
what good is writing it if no one can understand
what you are saying: you're pissing in the wind.
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THURSDAY, JULY 15, 2010
Checking it out
I'm going to feel out this preacher
see what he has to say.
I ain't been to church in so long
when I told people that I was going,
they said, "No way."
You don't have to believe in religion,
to believe in God.
Not sure if God looks more favorable
on the millionaire, or on the junkie
on the nod.
I'm going to feel out this preacher
see what he has to say.
I'm going to feel out this preacher
see what he has to say.
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The refrigerator is empty
Get on your knees, son/The refrigerator is empty.
Get on your knees son/we used to have plenty.
Get on your knees son/the refrigerator is empty.
Cotton been picked by a machine this time.
Cotton been picked by a machine this time.
I'm going to have to leave this land
that I have always called mine.
Get on your knees son/refrigerator is empty
Get on your knees son/we used to have plenty
I don't know how I'm going to pay my debt
to the plantation store.
We used to have plenty/now the refrigerator is empty.
Get on your knees son/cotton been picked by a machine this time.
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I got nothing to offer,
and you got nothing to give;
all we have created
are these five lovely kids.
Now, we're in a courtroom,
fighting over them.
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Is there video of Robert Johnson?
Room 414 in San Antonio
no one will ever know.
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WEDNESDAY, JULY 14, 2010
Tough as nails
He said that he had said all that he was going to say
and that if I didn't do what he wanted
that he was going to send me to an early grave
I looked him in the eye and said, "Fire away."
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I am close to you, thought I am no longer close to you.
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I ain't never had a wife
I've had a headache
I've had my car repossessed
I've had the judge give me
a month in jail
I've had 2o years now
without drinking no ale
but I ain't never had a wife.
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Seek Solutions
You got the blues,
you can't believe
that it's something
that you choose.
You say it must be
somebody else's fault,
not something that you bought
at the store, and took home
with you.
I don't know what to say.
In bed I used to lay,
curled in the fetal position,
and now I don't.
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I'm hitchhiking if I have to
I don't know about the car,
or why it's broken down,
but I'm going to get to
the show one way or another,
tonight.
I can't miss those instruments
that the boys will be playing,
I can't miss what the singer
is going to be saying.
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To entwine or not entwine
Sometimes, I'm not sure
if it is good to entwine worlds
like to introduce a girl who loves singers
to my friend who is a singer.
Sometimes, I like to just keep
certain situations apart.
Do you know what I'm saying?
(And I fully realize that
I can't control the world,
that I am not the master of outcomes.
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She hasn't been my sweet baby yet
it's been awhile since we met
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TUESDAY, JULY 13, 2010
There is her and there is me,
and, sometimes, extremely nice people
don't get along.
There is you, and there is her,
and there is her, and there is him,
and,sometimes, extremely nice people
don't get along.
We all got our dues we got to pay,
but it seems that a person should
be able to find another person,
and get along, but
sometimes, exremely nice people
don't get along.
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I'm smoking and I'm drinking
Well I'm smoking and I'm drinking
when I'm supposed to be at an AA meeting.
Yeah, I'm smoking, and I'm drinking
when I'm supposed to be at an AA meeting
I told my girlfriend that I quit smoking,
Lordy did it make her smile
but soon as she went to work
I went to the store and got me a pack.
I'm smoking, and I'm drinking
yeah I'm smoking and I'm drinking
Judge told me that I had to go to AA meetings
Judge told me to go to AA meetings
or go to jail.
I love my baby, and I hate sitting inside the jail.
Yeah, I love my baby, I love my baby,
and I hate going to jail.
Devil must be inside me.
Devil must be inside me,
sometimes I go to church, but I don't learn a thing.
I'm supposed to be at an AA meeting
but I'm drinking
My girl don't want me smoking
but I'm puffing away.
It don't make no sense to me,
but I'm doing it anyway.
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Narrative
Does a picture that got taken,
then lost, have an existence
except for in a mind?
I want to ride in a space car
that will cost me nothing,
or in one that I can afford.
She put her book on a shelf,
in the library,
but no one read it.
I burnt my toast while checking
my email.
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I'd settle for second best, or third. I don't have to have The Prom Queen; I'd take the stoner chick with tattoos, as long as she didn't need to go to 12 step meetings, and get on medication for bi-polar disorder.
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I just had an unsatisfactory cup of coffee, but I drank it anyway, because that is the kind of trooper that I am. Muddy Waters didn't become a soldier because they needed him on the plantation.
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You'll know her when you see her
she grew a beard
and started selling marijuana for medicine
in her backyard,
she said that it beat getting a job.
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I'd like to be a big thing, like The Beatles, or Bansky
but I'm not, so I'll just have to be what I am.
I wake in the morning, and have coffee, and write.
I take care of my pets through the rest of the day,
as they take care of me.
I write some more.
I drink some more coffee.
I go to bed.
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I water my plants
with the same care
that I raised my
children.
I dream of peace
on earth,one day.
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I used to accelerate, and then I would keep on accelerating, and accelerating, and accelerating until I crashed. I would then wonder what happened, briefly, and then I would start accelerating, and accelerating, and accelerating, again. Do you see a pattern here? I didn't. They say that the definition of insanity is, "Doing the same thing over, and over, and expecting different results. Boy, that was me. I am insane no more, I am glad to report.
Hallelujah.
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How to think to stay broke and single
Money is evil.
Good looking chicks will
always turn you down.
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None of the women on the Plenty of Fish dating site are doing anything but checking me out, and then moving one. What's up with that?
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I wasn't born to be a politician
I was born to do not what's wrong,
but what's right.
I was born not to exist in darkness,
but in light.
I was born to have a smile on my face,
and not scowl through this human race.
I was born to love my brother.
I was born to love my sister.
I am here to explore all the possibilities;
you can't put fear in me.
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When I was a kid, the "cool" kids made up a song about me.
"Onward MK, onward MK," they would sing sarcastically, as I delivered my newspapers.
I was eleven, then, and was learning, first hand, and the hard way, how cruel children can be.
There was a ringleader to the bunch. His name was Robert Lee. He was the biggest, and the strongest kid, in the whole sixth grade, and in grades seven through twelve, where he was appointed to be captain of the football team.
I should have picked a fight with Robert Lee, but I didn't know how to fight, so I lived in fear, and lived under the taunting tongues of the pack of kids who did Robert's bidding for him.
I don't know why Robert had it in for me back then, but if he is still alive, and kicking, I would like to say one thing to him: fuck you.
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Laughed at the job in the city
She wouldn't spit on me,
and still I crave her.
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In Junior High School, I figured out that if you were standing by the exit door, at a movie theater, when the movie let out, that you could immerse yourself in the crowd, walk the opposite way to the way that they were walking, and bam there you were first in the seats for the next showing of the movie.
I don't know if this would work, now. I might have an edge as a fifty something year old man, in that the kids working the theater might not think thata man my age who is supposed to be successful in a career, would be sneaking into their movie theater.
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Boring art is like bad pussy
Boring art is like bad pussy,
it stinks.
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I want what I am
even more,
if that is possible.
I want to suck more air,
feel more sunshine,
walk on more ground.
I want more hours
in my day,
because my days are
beautiful.
I want to see you smile.
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MONDAY, JULY 12, 2010
When the money rolls in
When the money rolls in
will you be living or a ghost?
When the money rolls in
will you tell them all,
"I told you so,"
or just go on about doing your thing?
When the money rolls in
will more of the opposite sex
find you attractive?
When the money rolls in
will you buy art or cocaine?
When the money rolls in
will you continue to ride
public transportation,
or get you a limousine?
When the money rolls in
will you stop buying hookers,
and look for you some real love?
When the money rolls in,
will you start wearing condoms,
because, now, you feel like
your life has value.
When the money rolls in,
will we see you on television
at a Laker's game
sitting next to Jack Nicholson?
When the money rolls in
will you have a Madonna
on each arm?
When the money rolls in
will you set up a trust fund
for your children?
When the money rolls in
will you take your son's art down,
and put up a Bansky?
When the money rolls in,
will you move to a beach,
and swim with dolphins?
When the money rolls in
will you start the revolution.
When the money rolls in,
when the money rolls in,
oh when is the money gonna roll in?
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I love you, baby
I just tell you that I love you;
I don't mean it.
It comes easy to me to smile
when I hurt you; it really does.
I have been at this for years,
with many others.
I'm a veteran; and the funny thing is
that there are many more of you waiting,
standing in line,even,
for me to inflict my pain.
I was born with looks that
let me get away with this,
and get away with it I do.
I love you; baby.
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How to Do Super Brain Yoga
By Alan Donahue, eHow
Learn to do super brain yoga!
Stress and too many activities can get the best of us. We may lag behind in school, work, and other activities. It seems like there is never a long enough break to just relax until the next thing comes up. If you do not have time for a full yoga class or other methods of relaxation then you can spend just 45 seconds everyday doing Super Brain Yoga.
Step 1
Stand towards the sunrise. This yoga should be done in the morning so that your concentration and stress-relief will be there throughout the whole day. If you do not know where the sun rises, set your alarm clock and wake up a little earlier.
Step 2
Take your left hand and hold your right earlobe with your pointer finger and thumb. Make sure that the thumb is facing away from you and remove any jewelry before proceeding.
Step 3
Take your right hand and hold your left earlobe with your pointer finger and thumb. Once again, make sure that your thumb is facing away from you and remove any jewelry from this ear as well.
Step 4
Continue to hold your lobes as you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.
Step 5
Inhale air through your nose and slowly squat down to the ground.
Step 6
Hold your breath and do not exhale until you start making your way back up to a standing position. Continue holding your lobes and sticking your tongue to the roof of your mouth as you perform this.
Step 7
Repeat this 14 more times for a total of 15 times. You may not notice a change immediately, but after a few weeks a change in concentration should become more present.
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The poison mouse he had dinner
then he went cruising down the river
climbed onto the boat
traveled across the ocean.
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I need a maintenance dose of her attention,
though I know that she will never
cast her affection in my direction.
They say that you want what you can't have,
but when you're not even getting a glance
it's easy to settle for what you have
and just keep on moving down the road.
Last night, I busted my "diet" wide open by going to a countdown party held by a political candidate for Attorney General of The Great State of Georgia. I knew nothing about this candidate when I arrived to eat his fried shrimp, his meatballs, his steak on a stick, his egg rolls, and his spinach dip, but I mucked up on him via commercials, pieces of speeches that he gave at political gatherings, and snippets of his debate against his opponent that were posted on You Tube.
His opponent didn't stand a chance in this primary election, and, in fact, lost the election by a margin of 219,635 votes to 115,995. In Georgia, a "red" state, a candidate can't appear to be a wimp and win election to a position that puts him in charge of all the prosecutors in the state.
Ken Hodges motto was, "Elect a prosecutor, not a politician." That motto worked. On to November, for Mr. Hodges, and the rest of us.
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TUESDAY, JULY 20, 2010
I blew my new way of eating, last night, by hitting a buffet thrown by a man, who once I investigated him, turned out to be a political opponent. The idea belonged to my downstairs neighbor, Matthew Cardinal. Yesterday was primary day in the great state of Georgia, and none of the candidates the he, and his online newspaper, The Atlanta Alternative Press
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It is a popular campaign speech topic, these days, to rally against those of "them" who are "freeloading." It is a trick used by some politicians that invokes great anger on the right to think that they might getting mooched off by members of the lazy left.
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MONDAY, JULY 19, 2010
Thought leads to talk.
Talk leads to action.
Action leads to behavior.
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You can't forget those angry eyes.
Years later you hold me responsible for them,
and criticize my existence,
which has completely changed
in the decades since then.
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Don't ever forget to remind yourself
Take it easy, brother,
take it easy sister,
take it easy Mikel K.
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Measuring my love
I really like watermelon;
I just had a cup and 1/4 full.
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Starting over
This day could have been unpleasant
because when I first woke up it was,
and then when I woke up from the nap
that I took trying to fix my day,
I woke up to a dog shit mess
that I had to clean up.
You can start your day over
at any time, is something, that I learned
along the way,
and I guess that is what I have done,
because my day is now happy
as I sit here with one of my cats
on my lap, occasionally digging
his claws into me.
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I haven't been in the pages of magazines
in so very long. I decided that there was
something wrong in the way that they
presented people: like those people had it
made, and I don't.
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Somewhere somehow other than now
I will get back that good feeling
ceiling
believing
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You can't love everybody,
but you shouldn't hate everybody, either.
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You can't voluntarily enter into situations, and then hold other people responsible when the outcome is not what you want. You are not in the results business; you can't control outcomes.
This little bastard cockroach just cockily crawled across my desk, nearly getting in my face, and then ran under my laptop, when I tried to kill him.
The dogs need love this morning, We all need love, this morning. The bastard cockroach just ran across my keyboard. He is taunting me. He doesn't need love; he needs death.
It is possible to have a Ph. d, and still not know what you are talking about.
You better salivate; you better salivate, baby. Time will tell us what we don't know now, maybe.
Come on tell me; come on tell me, baby, what you are dieing to tell me.
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I'm less than perfect
I spilled oatmeal
on my arm,
no to sound an alarm
I have a cloth
to wipe it up with.
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You don't have a current picture,
and you were kind of ugly when you were a kid.
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"It's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore."--Crosy Stills & Nash
My previous bad, bad attitude is trying to insinuate itself back in my brain, this morning. It started sometime, yesterday, and wants to stay with me through eternity. I am starting to point the finger at people, and say to myself, "You owe me. You did this, and, or that, to me. I am mad at you for this, and, or that." All I know to do is to keep putting one foot in front of the other, and keep doing what I can to remain positive. For me, having a bad attitude feels like someone is beating me upside the head with a baseball bat.
Henry was howling early, this morning, but his demands to be let out of his house, and into ours coincided with my desired time to rise, and shine. When I went to get Henry, there was Anna standing at the front door, also, wanting, not, either of them, to go outside, but wanting to come visit.
Henry is working my arm right now. He, and Morisson, don't want me typing; they want my hands on their heads petting them. Bundy wants in on the action, too. I ask the dogs how I am supposed to pet three of them with two hands!
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SUNDAY, JULY 18, 2010
Blue light special my ass
The land
the rivers
and the seas
could provide us
with all we need,
but there are men
who want to have more
than the rest of us,
so they steal everything,
and sell it to us.
I'm feeling ok; how about you?
Bob Fortin's dog died, yesterday,
but he is going to make it through.
He took the kids fishing,
to get out of the house.
He still felt Isis wherever he went
in the abode.
Isis is with our dog Javi,
we lost Javi, last year,
so I know what Bob is going through;
it's not easy to lose your best friend.
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FRIDAY, JULY 23, 2010
The mumbling turned to whine
I could not stand it
I threw up on her literally
not figuratively
The dream is over
Camp has been broken
The assets have been divided
no one came out ahead
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Who works the hardest?
I'm a true believer;
you conceive it
and I'll hand it down
to my children,
as written in stone.
I'll say that it's the word of God
if I have to.
This country was founded
on principals, and we don't
need no welfare mommas
dragging us down.
I work hard, and you should too,
he says kicking his feet up on his desk
about to enter into his afternoon nap.
"Take all calls," he tells his secretary,
as he begins to snore.
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The mercenary and the malcontent
While you were out digging for gold,
I was growing old.
While you kept your eyes on the prize,
I was trying to learn
how not to criticize you.
We both wake to the same setting sun.
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Does it matter?
hey say it's mind over matter,
and she keeps getting fatter, and fatter.
She says that it doesn't matter,
take me as I am, as she withdraws
from your arms, and the mirror.
Years later, you see her on tv;
she is skinny, saying that it matters,
oh yes it does matter.
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As they took your country
Silent you were,
and silent you are,
except when soaked in beer,
and screaming at your team
on the television screen.
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Many still love you so
You could have lived much longer
if only you would have given your toe,
but the book that you were reading
said that such couldn't be so.
You tried to unite the people,
I fear that they will always be divided.
Your concepts are brilliant,
many still love you so.
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"Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it."--Raymond Chandler
Attitude is everything. If my attitude is bad, I am screwed. I am an expert at attitude, primarily because I had a very bad attitude for many, many years. I had a chip on my shoulder as big as the poop left by a Great Dane in the grass. Every once in awhile my old bad attitude tries to slip back in. I have to tell it shoo, shoo that I am hanging out, these days, with my new good attitude. I have learned to keep my mouth shut, when I am not feeling good, and I have mostly, also, learned restraint of pen. Keeping your mouth shut, when you feel like doo doo poo poo, and not mad dashing off the first angry things that come to your mind when you are on the internet are, for me, two large parts of having a good attitude. I don't have to share the bad parts of my personality with the world. I can keep them to myself and move them to the recycle bin. I like to have a smile on my face, and a song in my heart: it is the only way to live.
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THURSDAY, JULY 22, 2010
I hope to be an eighty plus man someday
She said that she was in the ocean, today,
with eighty plus women,
and I thought to myself, at first,
wow, that is a lot of women
to be in the ocean with,
and then I realized that she was referring
to the age of the women who she was with,
and not their ages.
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There might be no harder working band in the band business than the band Savannah. There has probably never been a band so desiring to be “liked,” as Savannah desires to be liked.” Savannah has a Facebook fan page that Savannah posts new songs to almost daily. Savannah has a Reverb Nation page that many of those same songs get posted to, but who is Savannah?
“Do yourself, and the universe, a favor...like our band. We like to think that we are "likeable". Help prove us right. Thanks.”—Savannah Fan Page on Face Book
Why is Savannah creating, and posting, so many new songs to its Facebook Fan Page, so frequently, and posting music to its Reverb Nation page just as intensely? The band is relentless, both in its requests that you like it, and in its creation of new songs. Where is all this music coming from, and why? Savannah may be the Banksy of modern music. What does Savannah want? Is this person trying to be a rock star in creating all this music?
Savannah: “I was a part of the Athens music scene at its first height, albeit on the fringes, so I knew from experience that talent is less important overall than vision, daring, hard work and being comfortable being who you are. And so I've reached an age of why not. I'm not trying to please anyone but myself.
As to being a rock and roll star --- what a pleasantly old fashioned idea: I'm not sure what it means anymore. Things in that arena are so commercial now, even worse than the 70's. This is one of the great benefits of the internet. MOMUS predicted 10 years ago that it would free "niche" artists to find their audiences, no matter how large or small, and let pop music back into the marketplace of ideas. And as for touring, late nights, drugs, groupies, stadiums and such ---- no thanks: it sounds expensive and not at all fun; a show here and there under comfortable conditions with an intelligent and congenial audience, yes.
All you need is "like"...please like our band by visiting our page and clicking "like"...if only everything in life were so simple.
We are at 203 fans. The next 20 fans to join will be entered into a pool from which the lucky winner who is drawn will receive a custom-made song by Savannah.
--Savannah Fan Page on Face Book
Incredibly, with all the music that Savannah posts to their internet site, that is not all the music that is coming from the head of Savannah: “I don't post nearly everything to my sites. I use the sites to test drive songs, look for patterns, decide which ones should be kept and which discarded. Only about a quarter of what makes it onto my hard drive makes it onto the web. Maybe a quarter of that stays up and gets worked on more. I'm a fast writer but a slow decider. Some of what is up on my sites are actually 3rd or 4th complete reworking/re-recordings of an old idea. I think any sort of successful creative process (and to be fair the uncreative ones as well) has an obsessional edge.”
Savannah: Do yourself and the universe a favor...like our band.
“For years, I considered myself only literary, though I come from a family with strong abilities in all artistic areas. I was the child who was marked down as the writer, a role I obediently if uncomfortably accepted. I have always loved visual art and music, and more of my friends and comrades have been involved in these things than in lit of various types.”
Savannah: All you need is "like"...please like our band by visiting our page and clicking "like"...if only everything in life were so simple.
Savannah: We like to think that we are "likeable". Help prove us right...Thanks.
Lyrically, Savannah is a cross between Nick Cave, Bob Dylan, and Flannery O’Connor. Musically, they somewhat invoke a Depeche Mode not on Heroin, a Joy Division without a hanging. The words are not immediately accessible, but an understanding of them is worth waiting for; there is knowledge to be derived from this band; we are not talking trite pop songs.
Savannah: A song, that is words and music, is literary in essence. This is the assertion of the American composer Ned Rorem. I tend to agree. The contradiction of course is that it's not a song without both. I for one can live with that contradiction, and tension. Most of my songs start with an idea --- either lyric or narrative --- that works through words and images.
Across the road
Where the Burden place
burned down
there are secrets in the ground
And voices thick as thieves
In the leaves
of the sumac trees
And every breeze
Is fraught with ones
And noughts
The idle thoughts
Of the dead and begotten
The here and forgotten
--"Ironing Baby Doll,”
Raised in the red-clay South, a dirty dog at the height of the fighting in Athens, GA, Savannah came of age in the early Atlanta music scene of the 80's and continues to this day as a source of the ambient, electronic, and danceable sound of three decades.—Savannah Reverb Nation bio
Savannah is from Cincinnati, Ohio: Why the name Savannah?
Savannah: It's an evocative name --- a city, a state of mind, a history. And my father's family was from there. It's a beautiful city filled with beauty, decay and contradictions.
Will you elaborate on the theme of our family, or anyone, perhaps society, or a job pigeonholing us into being one thing, or perhaps something that we do not particularly want to be?
We are all constrained by so many things, and it starts very early. The job of any real artist, in any format, is to see, and report, what is really there, at least from their perception, and to enlarge our world. This is a battle because most people are comfortable only with a very narrow, and rather grey consensus. We are made uncomfortable by what we view as contradictions in the natures of others.
Some of Savannah’s song titles are rather unique, and pretty: Beautiful Fish, Taller Trees, Ironing Baby Doll, Girl in a Chair, Fire in a Bucket
The best way to listen to Savannah is to go to the Savannah Reverb Nation site, and hit “Play All,” on their Reverb Nation Music Player. You can’t fully “get” Savannah by playing a Savannah song here, a Savannah song there.
http://www.reverbnation.com/savannahmusicworld
You will like what you hear, and then you will want to go to the Savannah Fan page on Facebook, and push the “Like,” button. You really will. And, somewhere between those two pages, you will discover who Savannah really is.
Savannah We wear black on the outside, but black is not how we feel on the inside...please like our band...thanks.
Savannah Fan Page:
http://www.facebook.com/?page=1&sk=messages&tid=1324921726171#!/pages/Savannah/120553837956858?ref=ts
Georgia Priester likes this.
Sandra Beckham likes this.
Gerda Georgi Schondorff likes this.
Bob Loughrey likes this.
Lisa Rafferty Alcorn: ooooh. I likey!
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How does his garden grow
Here in the garden
where the gardener died
everyone has forgotten
to water the plants
and everything has gone rotten.
They didn't forget
to cash in his insurance policy.
They didn't forget
to sell his house, and cars.
They didn't forget
to take vacations
in his beach house.
The tomatoes, and cucumbers
are crying.
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WEDNESDAY, JULY 21, 2010
A painting on a wall does not give you the trouble that your favorite rock band often does. The painting, be it on your wall, or on that of a museum, is set in stone, so to speak. You can interpret it differently each time you look at it, but it won't give you upset stomachs, and headaches like your favorite rock band will. Your favorite painting won't develop an alcohol, or drug problem. Your favorite painting won't break up and get back together every couple of months. Your favorite painting won't "sell out" on you.
Sometimes, I wish that friendships were like the paintings that I have on my wall. I can trust my painting. My paintings are always there for me. My paintings don't hide from me, or lie to me. My friendships are like my rock bands: they are fallible.
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Some advice from me to me
There is no use in making enemies;
enough people will dislike you
for being you, anyway it's not
a thing to worry about, just
do the next right thing, and
the next right thing will happen
to you. Do bad, and bad will
happen to you.
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Thoughts on the escape of love
If it runs it can run anytime.
If it runs it ain't coming back.
It it runs I might have a heart attack.
If it runs, if it runs
it was never really mine.
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Before you fall in love with
On her face nothing moves
but for rumors and innuendo;
gossip from her oh so pretty face.
I feel out of place
listening to this intimate talk
about strangers;
that's the danger of trying
to fall in love,
before you know who you are
falling in love with.
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And what if I spend a lifetime?
Can I allow myself a moment
to be who I am,
Can I give myself an hour
to be who I want to be?
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And what if I spend a lifetime?
Can I allow myself a moment
to be who I am,
Can I give myself and hour
to be who I want to be?
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Am I a "success" because I say I am,
or am I a "success" when you say I am?
"Success, success, success what doess
it matter?"--Mick Jaggar
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Serial Killer
His thoughts were poisonous;
mostly dangerous.
His smile was infectious,
his eyes didn't show
what he was thinking.
He watched
the political candidates;
their view would decide
what he would do.
I woke this morning to four dogs, three cats, and two turtles all looking at me. What a marvelous feeling to be so loved. Or maybe they all just had to go to the bathroom. The dogs certainly did. Or maybe they all just wanted to be fed. The dogs certainly did. Thank you, Lord, for letting me see the new day, breath the air of a new day. Guide me in thought, word, and action. Please keep me off of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes.
Bundy has a new bad habit. When I let him out of the house to do his thing, he runs off into the neighborhood. I leave the porch door open for him, and he returns after awhile, but he has earned the leash. From now on his visits to the great beyond will be attached to his dog leash. We don't live on a farm where he can just wander the acres. We live in a city with neighbors, and fast moving cars. Bad Bundy; bad.
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I'm down ten pounds to 276 since I stared measuring my food on July. I'm thinking about going around the corner and telling this to my neighbor who, yesterday, called me fat as I got into an argument with him while walking my dogs. Not really; I am just happy, especially that my health will improve if my weight continues to go in a downward direction.
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She gets into relationships more often than I get in my underwear.
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When love has less value than the bottle.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Shut up, girlfriend.
Shut up.
I'm tired of you talking
about me being tore up.
Shut up.
Shut up.
I'm a man, and I got my ways.
Tore up.
Tore up.
I was tore up when you met me,
and I'll be tore up until the day I die.
Tore up.
Tore up.
Shut up.
Shut up.
What business of yours is it anyway?
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This thing called Happiness
Ever since you been gone
I been getting it on with this thing called Happiness.
Ever since you been gone,
I've had a smile on my face.
Ever since you been gone,
I have felt comfortable in this place called my space.
I thought that I could never live without you,
now I'm happy as hell that you are gone.
You took everything with you,
but that was a small price to pay
to have my days, once again, go away.
Don't come back.
Don't come back.
Even the dogs are glad that you are gone.
Don't come back.
Don't come back,
the cats are no longer hiding under the bed.
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Slow down Mary Lou; I'm not trying to marry you.
Slow down Nancy, I don't fancy getting in your pants.
Slow down Sally, I don't want to take you to the dance.
I'm not young anymore, and I don't fall for
the first thing that takes up my offer,
I'd rather sit at home alone,
than go somewhere fancy, and play graves.
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Enchantment
I'm going to eat; and then I'm going to sleep, and then I'm going to eat, and sleep, again. I'm going to wake up. I'm going to walk. I'm going to smile. I'm going to go to the river, kneel down and pray. I'm going to love you. I'm going to hold you. I'm going to feed the dogs, and change the cats' litter box. I'm going to eat cereal. I'm going to watch the pasta. I'm going to be good to you. I'm going to be good to me. I am happy, so very blessed to be experiencing this existence. I ignored chocolate in the grocery store, today. Won't you come hug me.
(Written while listening to The Jerry Garcia Band play their song).
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She said that she would miss me,
even if I was around.
I'm around. I'm standing right in front of you, but now that you have me, you treat me like a piece of furniture. You take me out with the trash, but I keep coming back like a dog that needs grooming. A rock star farts just like a janitor. War is over, if you want it.
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Keith Richards doesn't understand The Grateful Dead
You've got your eye on me.
You're watching me.
The window is one way.
I don't brush my teeth alone.
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Diamonds smile in the doctor's eyes
Almond milk swims unfamiliarly
on my tongue. The cow thanks me,
I won't be a cancer patient
on its ward.
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The cereal bowl is empty
Bow to my supremacy
make me feel better
than you, thought I'm not.
Let mediocrity rule,
put the fool in front
of the masses,
and let them make you
your gold.
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You are where you are and I am here.
The cucumber grows
in the garden.
The serial killer
surveys the women
at the mall.
The cop polishes
his gun,
ready to dispense
justice.
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Discriminatory thinking on a hot summer day
I need a pill.
I need a woman.
I need a cup
of coffee,
a car,
a sand castle
that I built
by the sea.
You need reason.
You need the line
at the homeless shelter
to dwindle.
You need a needle,
but you promise
that you won't
fill it with hate.
It's not too late'
the skies have not
erupted with poison rain;
she loves me,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
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What about fall?
I'm still waking up slowly
the dogs are still asleep
it is still almost a hundred degrees out there
so I'll probably stick near to the air conditiong
until winter.
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Me and God watching Elliot grow in cyberspace.
I'm watching my grandson grow up
in pictures, on other people's pages,
but I am not complaining,
people have a life to live,
and they can't always live it right next to you.
I love to see him smile,
I love to see him wave,
even if it is only in cyberspace.
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Will you miss your oatmeal for breakfast?
The mind is for wandering;
thoughts are to be shared.
What's that that you're scared about
that you're thinking,
will they feel that you're a fool.
And if they do,
will you miss your oatmeal for breakfast?
(For Conchita).
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A stampede at the Love Parade
(For Art Linton).
You can buy peace,
but you'd rather have a new car.
You can buy love,
but you'd rather get a twelve pack.
There is more demand for pornography,
than there is for understanding.
Death is o.k.,
as long as it's happening over there.
You smile when another kid skins his knees,
letting your son slide home with the winning run.
I pollute the atmosphere with my air conditioning,
smug that you are wrong, and I am right.
It's ok that I am cool, but you are a fool
for dumping oil in my saltwater.
One day it will be all over,
and none of this will matter
the parade will have been for naught.
--Mikel K
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Atlanta Pusssy: not a band
So you ate the pussy
of a women that you didn't love,
and you put your dick inside her
not covered by a glove,
and then the clock was slowing ticking
while you worried about what you'd done,
come to find that casual sex isn't much fun.
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In the middle of the bird's lunch
I want lunch for breakfast.
I want silence before volume,
I am able to solve my own problems.
Be like a tree in the forest,
quiet, but strong, able to handle
whatever comes along,
unless it is a developer
wanting to sell everyone
a house that looks alike,
no places for the robins,
and the cardinals to go.
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On the market of love
That which confronts you
doesn't have to disable you,
a car broken down
on the side of the highway
can be fixed.
Get your fix outside the needle,
don't let them turn you desires
into purchases that aren't necessary
Resist temptation;
the church doesn't have
the corner on the market
of love.
There is but a wall between us
but it might as well be a million miles
something is going on
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Cereal for breakfast is tasty.
This morning I have put organic milk
and half a banana in it/on it.
The cereal that I am eating, this morning,
is crunchy.
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Neha
05:35Me
(:
05:35Neha
how are you?
05:37Me
Just waking. Happy to see a new day, and you?
05:37Neha
I am about to have lunch
wonderful day it is here
I am having oats
05:38Me
Oats are great. I often have them for breakfast.
05:39Neha
me too
05:40Me
Where are you? What country?
05:40Neha
I live in India
05:41Me
It is supposed to be so beautiful there. We have talked of Prune, and Iyengar before...
05:41Neha
yeah...it is very beautiful here...
yes, I remember he is a yogacharya
05:42Me
yes
I study his style here
05:42Neha
ohh...nice...how old are you?
05:42Me
can we be pen pals in regular mail? the kind that you put stamps on?
53 and you?
05:45Neha
I am 21
you mean pen friends, where we are going to exchange letters
05:46Me
I have a son who is 21. Yes, that is what I mean. I would love to be your pen pal. It would be so nice to get letters from India, and from you.
05:47Neha
thanks
05:48Me
Well, you probably think that I am too old to be your pen pal. You didn t think that I was this old.
05:49Neha
not at all.
a friend is a friend
irrespective of the age
05:49Me
I am glad
We'll probably have to cancel our marriage plans...but we can carry on as friends...!!
05:50Neha
05:51Me
Do you want to give me your mailing address so I can write to you first?
05:51Neha
who said we had plans to marry?
05:51Me
I was just joking!
05:52Neha
nehaltheultimate@gmail.com
or princessoffortune@gmail.com
05:52Me
No I mean regular mail, like where you have to lick a stamp.
05:53Neha
what are we going to write there?
I mean, in the age of electronic mails
05:53Me
Mikel K 858 Vedado Way #2 Atlanta, Georgia USA 30308
I see your point.
Oh well.
No stamped letter from you in India!!
05:54Neha
287/15
nanda nagar
indore, India
452003
05:55Me
thanks.
I will send you a book that I have written to you email.
05:55Neha
what book is it?
about?
05:56Me
It is a memoir about a slice of my life.
05:56Neha
ohh great!!
how many pen pals do u have?
05:57Me
You are the first.
05:57Neha
ohh...any special reason to befriend me?
05:58Me
You are nice.
And seem special.
Plus you are from a far away exotic country.
05:58Neha
ohh thanks
and you belong to the counrty, I wish to do my masters from.
06:00Me
What school are you looking at, and what will your masters be in?
Book sent to the first email you gave me.
06:01Neha
I am studying physical therapy here in India
it is my bachelors degree
I'll go for masters in the same
probably from University of Southern California
Thanks for the mail
06:03Me
What a grat thing to study.
I just worked with Physical Therapists, when I got a new left hip.
They provide a great service, and, mostly, have a wonderful attitude.
06:04Neha
thanks
06:04Me
(:
Well, listen I am going to get into my morning writing...it was good talking to you, and I look forward to talking to you, again, here, and in the regular mail
06:05Neha
sure..
bye
06:06Me
Have a great day, Neha
06:06Neha
you too
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The beauty of the internet is that
at five a.m. this morning
I was talking to a beautiful woman
from India.
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FRIDAY, JULY 30, 2010
Her precious things
My friend, Susan's hard drive
on her Mac just crashed.
Susan is a writer, and she lost:
a memoir
the next two novels
that she was working on
all her photos,
her address book,
and things that she says
that she's not even going to
let herself remember, right now.
She had no backup.
I feel bad for Susan,
and wish that I could make it all better.
Say a prayer, will you, that
someone, somehow, can recover
her precious things for her.
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Alone I wake, and alone I sit all day.
Usually it doesn't bother me,
but there are moments when I long for
you to be here with me.
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People are not doing me right;
so I want to do them wrong,
but I know that it's all a matter
of perceptions.
I listen to a song
that can put it in perspective.
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THURSDAY, JULY 29, 2010
And I like it that way
There is nowhere to be,
no one, and nothing, to see.
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The green grass is here
If you lust for the brass ring,
you might not notice all the good things
that normal existence brings.
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I am going to The Sleep Doctor, today, to have my sleep apnea, and my C Pap machine checked. Sleeping with a C Pap machine has saved my life. You can literally choke yourself to death snoring so often, and deeply, when you have sleep apnea.
I turned the two window air conditioners that cool this small shotgun apartment off, last night, as I went to bed, because it was very cool in here. This morning it is hot, in this apartment, and I have, immediately upon rising, turned on the air conditioner that sits in the window near my desk.
My blood glucose level, this morning, was 90, which is excellent. My new way of eating, where I measure all my food, before putting it in my mouth, has not only helped me lose 12 pounds in 4 weeks, but it is helping me control my diabetes type 2. I really don't know why I didn't start such a plan a long time ago. I guess that it is easy to get set in your ways, and hard to break old habits.
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I woke up with an itchy beard, this morning. Looking in the mirror, as I was about to splash the morning wake up water on my face, I saw white flecks all over my black shirt. I didn't know that it was possible to have dandruff of the chin.
It has been three weeks to the day that I last cleaned the turtles' tank, and it is, now, due to be cleaned any day. It is always fun to have clean water in the tank, though it is not necessarily fun cleaning the tank.
My morning coffee tastes delicious, just as it does every morning. I wonder if I will ever give up coffee. Yoga instructor Lisa Cohen reports that coffee contributes to rounding of the belly, and I am working hard to get rid of this fat tummy that I have been carrying around for over a decade. I was a very skinny kid; it is funny how things creep up on you; one day you're in high school, and the next you are looking at getting a social security check.
There is a new Farmer's Market opening near my house. It is also opening near a Whole Foods store. I wonder what Whole Foods thinks about that, and what they will do to knock it out?
I am seeing the occasional baby cockroach in this home of ours. I wonder if that means I should put down more of the very effective cockroach killing material. I think that I am going to wait and see if the amount of baby cockroaches becomes massive before I make any move.
As well as being a poet, I am a memoirist. All of these entrees that you see here get posted into a book that I am working on called, "I am happy to be alive." I recently finished two more memoirs, "Did you write the book of love?" and "Baking Banana Bread From Scratch." You already know about, "The Delivery Guy," which can be purchased at www.lulu.com/mikelk. The more recent books are more happy, and shiny than The Delivery Guy. It is the nature of a memoir to reflect on a certain period of your life, and not on your whole life as an autobiography does.
Devo were in town, last night. Christopher Micallef reports that the show was rocking. I think that my son, Graem, was in attendance also. "If a problem comes along, you must whip it!"
My very standoffish black cat, Jaggar, was sitting on the window sill next to the air conditioner as I put my hand up on the air conditioner to turn it on, and I thought that it might be a good opportunity to pet Jaggar on the head, but, as usual, he was having none of it.
It is funny how it is possible to love a cat that, basically, wants nothing to do with you. Have you ever loved a man, or a woman, this way?
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WEDNESDAY, JULY 28, 2010
I've dreamed about making love to her.
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Different strokes
I don't hear thunder and lightening,
but Morisson has
a better sense of this than I.
He is staying close to me
as if the skies are about to erupt
in those loud firecrackers
and that spectacular light show
that scares him so.
I am in awe of it, Morisson
while he trembles.
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Again
I'll not have to water my tomato plants
today, rain has been sent from the heavens;
the mattress that someone propped up
against the large tree that sits by the street
is getting soaked.
I doubt that anyone will ever sleep on it, again.
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Whoever
"they" don't make it easy
for "us," whoever they are,
and whoever we are.
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Got it right
We got wet,but we laughed
about it,
saying that the rain
was recycling us.
Jeff told me a joke;
he said that he saw
a bumper sticker that said,
"I was born right
the first time."
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Thought Word and Action
AHIMSA: This is non-injury in thought, word, and deed.
Noble goal.
I think that I can achieve it.
Breath in and out through my nose,
watching my breath to control my thoughts.
Bite my tongue to control my words;
I don't always have to say
what is on my mind, if my mind is not
in control.
Deed is what I do; this I am already
on the path towards.
Amen.
AHIMSA: This is non-injury in thought, word, and deed.
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Payback
AGAMI KARMA: "Karma yet to come." It is the result of acts performed during
this present life which will mature in the normal course of events.
So, you're saying that I will get paid back,
after I die, for things that I did while I was alive.
It's not just to be a pile of dirt heaped on me,
or my body burned to ashes, and then that's it.
Are The Catholics correct
with their, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory theory?
Can I not rest in peace, no matter what I've done?
Isn't living a bit like living in Hell?
Why do I have to suffer more?
What about my adversaries,
the people who inflicted pain upon me?
Will they suffer in the after-life, too?
http://www.abc-of-yoga.com/yoga-dictionary.asp
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It feels like a Sunday morning,
but it is Tuesday.
I'm listening to a song with
some gospel organ play,
as song by Ruth Brown;
maybe that is why.
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And I don't go to church
All those lonely, lonely nights
there was a solution,
but I never figured it out.
I was lonely when I was a drunk,
and, now, sober I never feel alone,
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Why, I don't know; I can only guess
Often, when I meet someone in person,
it ends their online fascination with me;
they stop connecting via the net,
once they have looked me in the eye.
Building a sandcastle in the future
Along the shores of many, many beaches
waves are crashing. Someday waves will
break across my feet, as I search for
shells in the sand, seaweed working
its way onto my toes.
Minute by minute
My lust for Yoga is increasing;
I started, and ended, my day with it, yesterday,
and will devote time to it, today.
I ate a bag of microwaved popcorn last night,
right before I went to bed:
it did not make me gain pounds.
I hear no birds chirping, this morning,
perhaps 4 a.m. is too early for them.
I brushed my teeth several times, yesterday,
the last time being right before I went to bed.
When my hip was hurting, I had great difficulty
tieing my shoes; now it is an easy thing to do,
and I am thankful for that.
There is no love on the horizon; no love
on the horizon, but you never know
what may happen next: you never know.
I wish that I was polluting the planet
like the rest of you, by owning a car;
a car would be a great convenience.
Beans Beans
The smell of beans in the air
alerts me to the fact
that the water in the pot has run out
I scurry into the kitchen and find the beans
alone
I add water and go back to my writing.
Garbage in garbage out
Your goals don't have a picture frame,
so they wind up laying with all the other rubbish
that you got piling up on your desk.
You'll get around to fixing that bad habit,
one of these days, but the had habits
are piling up faster than you can peddle.
You better believe
Jesus died for your sins,
and the soldiers died for your freedom,
and if you don't believe that
you're a terrorist,
and you used to be a communist.
Throw me a loop
You're critical, you're cynical, you're derogatory,
and that just isn't much fun to be around.
You're competitive in arenas that aren't your own.
You're kind.
You're loving.
I'm confused.
--Mikel K
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Why, I don't know; I can only guess
Often, when I meet someone in person,
it ends their online fascination with me;
they stop connecting via the net,
once they have looked me in the eye.
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Building a sandcastle in the future
Along the shores of many, many beaches
waves are crashing. Someday waves will
break across my feet, as I search for
shells in the sand, seaweed working
its way onto my toes.
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Minute by minute
My lust for Yoga is increasing;
I started, and ended, my day with it, yesterday,
and will devote time to it, today.
I ate a bag of microwaved popcorn last night,
right before I went to bed:
it did not make me gain pounds.
I hear no birds chirping, this morning,
perhaps 4 a.m. is too early for them.
I brushed my teeth several times, yesterday,
the last time being right before I went to bed.
When my hip was hurting, I had great difficulty
tieing my shoes; now it is an easy thing to do,
and I am thankful for that.
There is no love on the horizon; no love
on the horizon, but you never know
what may happen next: you never know.
I wish that I was polluting the planet
like the rest of you, by owning a car;
a car would be a great convenienc.
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Beans Beans
The smell of beans in the air
alerts me to the fact
that the water in the pot has run out
I scurry into the kitchen and find the beans
alone
I add water and go back to my writing.
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TUESDAY, JULY 27, 2010
Garbage in garbage out
Your goals don't have a picture frame,
so they wind up laying with all the other rubbish
that you got piling up on your desk.
You'll get around to fixing that bad habit,
one of these days, but the had habits
are piling up faster than you can peddle.
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You better believe
Jesus died for your sins,
and the soldiers died for your freedom,
and if you don't believe that
you're a terrorist,
and you used to be a communist.
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Throw me a loop
You're critical, you're cynical, you're derogatory,
and that just isn't much fun to be around.
You're competitive in arenas that aren't your own.
You're kind.
You're loving.
I'm confused.
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Back scratch
When I come out of my bathroom,
I often stop and scratch my back
on the corner of the doorway.
The doorway wood provides a nice scratch.
Doesn't work well with others
Sometimes, Bundy doesn't share
the space underneath my desk
very fairly;
I go to kick my feet out,
stretch them a little bit,
and they encounter his sleeping body.
There is not much that I can do
about this,
Bundy has declared this space his home.
With eyes upon us
Since I have clicked the boxes that say
"misleading," or "offensive"
on the online ads that consistently pop up
on my laptop
trying to sell me dating services,
ads for diabetes help, yoga classes,
and publish your poetry
have started popping up.
They know when I go to sleep.
They know when I wake up.
They said that it would be big brother that would be watching,
but corporate america is watching, too.
I was the ice cream man
I sold ice cream, briefly, several years ago;
it was me that you would see in one of those white vans
with all the ice cream stickers attached to it,
ringing the bell,
trying to entice young and old to come to my window
to purchase an ice cream sandwich or a pop of some kind.
I wasn't the ice cream man for very long;
there wasn't much money it it
and, as hard as it may seem to believe, it was very hard work.
The most rewarding aspect of the job
was to see the smiles on children's' faces
when I pulled up, and when they pulled the paper
off of the treat that they were now licking.
A child's smile will not be accepted by the landlord, though,
and I had to move on.
I wonder if God ever sleeps
Perhaps when wars are started,
and someone's home is robbed.
4:30 a.m.
The turtles are still snoring,
the dogs have one eye open,
the cats are licking their lips,
it is never too early
for them to be fed.
--Mikel K
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Back scratch
When I come out of my bathroom,
I often stop and scratch my back
on the corner of the doorway.
The doorway wood provides a nice scratch.
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Doesn't work well with others
Sometimes, Bundy doesn't share
the space underneath my desk
very fairly;
I go to kick my feet out,
stretch them a little bit,
and they encounter his sleeping body.
There is not much that I can do
about this,
Bundy has declared this space his home.
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With eyes upon us
Since I have clicked the boxes that say
"misleading," or "offensive"
on the online ads that consistently pop up
on my laptop
trying to sell me dating services,
ads for diabetes help, yoga classes,
and publish your poetry
have started popping up.
They know when I go to sleep.
They know when I wake up.
They said that it would be big brother that would be watching,
but corporate america is watching, too.
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I was the ice cream man
I sold ice cream, briefly, several years ago;
it was me that you would see in one of those white vans
with all the ice cream stickers attached to it,
ringing the bell,
trying to entice young and old to come to my window
to purchase an ice cream sandwich or a pop of some kind.
I wasn't the ice cream man for very long;
there wasn't much money it it
and, as hard as it may seem to believe, it was very hard work.
The most rewarding aspect of the job
was to see the smiles on children's' faces
when I pulled up, and when they pulled the paper
off of the treat that they were now licking.
A child's smile will not be accepted by the landlord, though,
and I had to move on.
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I wonder if God ever sleeps
Perhaps when wars are started,
and someone's home is robbed.
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4:30 a.m.
The turtles are still snoring,
the dogs have one eye open,
the cats are licking their lips,
it is never too early
for them to be fed.
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MONDAY, JULY 26, 2010
I'm on a well-lit road,
after years of Sundays
in the dark.
I can't remember what
the man standing
in front of me had to say;
anyway, I'm here, now,
and not there,
which is a good thing.
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Your grandma is a terrorist
Maybe they'll kick your skull in
for thinking
the searches at the airport
have proven to not be enough
they like to play it rough
they change the rules
widen the playing field
make you get down on your knees
you're screaming, "Jesus please,"
but The Priest is standing
next to them
counting your money.
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mem·oir·ist (-ist)nouna writer of a memoir or memoirs
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When less is more
I have nothing, and I'm happy;
I breath in and out
instead of buying a new car.
I don't see how you stand
the pressure
of owning so much,
I would go crazy trying to keep up.
Posted by mikel k poet at 9:54 AM 0 comments Links to this post
Over easy or well-done?
Touch.
Touch.
Touch a hooker,
and make her smile.
Give her lunch money,
and keep your dick
in your pants.
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[ POETRY ]
Poetry submissions for Issue 4 are now open.
Here come the simplified guidelines:
The theme is 'This Is Modern Living'.
We look for poems with originality, not carbon copies of poetry classics.
Poems with a linguistic focus on rhythm, repetition and pattern are preferred but this definitely doesn't mean obscure free verse is overlooked.
Poems must be no longer than 25 lines and must be written to the theme.
There is no limit on the number of poems you can send (within reason).
Please also include a paragraph or two about yourself and a short explanation of the poem - why you came to write it and what it means to you.
Submit poems by email to submit@popshotpopshot.com by the 31st July 2010 at the very latest. We look forward to reading your poems!
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This is modern living
They put salt in our soda
so that we will drink more.
They put oil in our sea
seeking another billion.
I sit at my computer
instead of going to a coffee shop;
I'd rather meet a lady online
than in the real world.
The banks would rather foreclose
than work out a deal
to let you keep your home.
When the economy is tight
the credit card companies' solution
is to raise your rates.
If you don't have a tattoo,
you really aren't cool.
Punk rock is out,
I think that it is emo that is in,
I'm getting old,
look at the wrinkles on my chin.
The men and women who sell you cars
are liars, and so are those
that sell you insurance.
There is no insurance in modern life
if the stock market doesn't get you,
a tsunami will.
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Don't show your tongue
you've got time to be
nice.
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All he did
They put salt in your soda
to make you drink more.
They put oil in your seawater,
trying to make another billion.
She puts a knife in your back
because she can.
You want to run,
but there is nowhere to go.
Bad moments are fleeting,
but when you write them down
like this, that isn't so.
A million years from now
they'll say, "All he did was bitch."
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Your soul might have set you free
but I can't believe what I saw
I'm trying to bite my tongue
and get on with things in this place
I call home
I'll never answer the phone
again when you call
what do you want
what do you want from me?
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Royalty
If I were a King
would you bow to me,
or would you ignore me
like you do now.
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Give me my football back
We don't play well together.
We never did,
and every time that I forget this
I wind up right back at the same place
with you
pissed off about something
that you say shouldn't matter.
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SUNDAY, JULY 25, 2010
Bar tabs, bags of pot, cases of beer, and bottles of whiskey
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You're not going to find them if sit at home on the internet all the time
All the things
I'd planned to do, and say
somehow slipped away.
Oh well, you can fall in love
with more than one woman,
they say that there are
may soul mates out there
waiting for you.
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What a bummer
Just one town bum,
and he's your dad.
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At work, I got another man running my life.
When I get home I got to listen to my wife.
There's really nowhere that I can go to be alone.
There's really nowhere that I can go to be free.
Sometimes I want get in the car and just go.
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The trash needs to be taken out
I'd like to be making appearances,
and signing books, but the turtles need to be fed.
I'd like to be a superstar,
but I'm sitting here with my two dogs, instead.
I'd love to have my picture on the cover
of the magazine, but the kitty litter box needs
to be emptied.
I'd like to live somebody else's dream,
but I cant; I can only live mine.
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There's nothing great going on here
There's nothing great going on here
I fed the dogs, and now they've gone
back to sleep.
I'm about to fix a bowl of cereal;
maybe I'll read a book.
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Why
I'd love to see you,
but I've got other plans;
besides I'm not sure
of your intentions,
and, frankly, you don't
look that great.
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What do you mean you're not a piece of meat?
It's hard not to be cynical, but I'm going to try
What do you mean you're not a piece of meat?
What do you mean you're not a piece of meat?
It's hard not to be cynical, oh well;
we are what we are, everybody can't be a superstar.
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So many translations
I won't last forever,
but the memory of me might.
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The Rolling Beatles
They are but a very skinny skeleton
of what they were when we came to love them,
but record sales are strong,
so the one remaining original member carries on.
Posted by mikel k poet at 7:21 AM 0 comments Links to this post
It is hot in here, this morning, but it is not as hot as it is going to be outside. Heat is a weird thing, when you think about it; so is cold. Why can't we just exist at a nice temperature?
Posted by mikel k poet at 7:14 AM 0 comments Links to this post
"Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?"
--Pink Floyd
Heroes are weird things
they are fallible
they put their pants on
one leg at a time
they get drunk
and they kick their girlfriends.
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The dogs have all gone back to sleep; seven a.m. on a Sunday morning is too early for them. I can understand.
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There is but a wall between us
but it might as well be a million miles
