"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them."--John Waters
My mostly psychotic black cat, Jaggar, lets me know when the large red hard plastic bowl that holds water for the animals, in my home, is empty by pushing it across the kitchen floor. The sound is much like what would occur if you dragged your teeth across a chalkboard, and it is that sound that woke me up this morning; a weird, and horrific, alarm clock, indeed. So here I am, in front of the computer monitor, once again, seeing what, if any poems, are in me. The dogs need to go outside. The dogs need to be fed, but I want to see if I can get one more poem out of me before I start my daily chores. It's good to be alive. Up at 10:34 a.m.
Morisson, Dylan and I, just went for a looooooong walk.
I was planning on doing a short walk with the dogs, and then heading to the gym to do a swim, and some treadmill work, but then I realized that the gym is closed on Fridays. (Bummer0. And then someone pointed out that it was Thursday, so I wound up at the gym doing my thing.
We walked up a steep hill in the course of our walk, and my heart rate went up, so I sought out other hills in the hood on the walk. The dogs walked very well; we mainly stayed in the road, so that they could not find things at every turn to sniff, and pee on.
At the beginning of the walk, the sky was overcast, and by the end of the walk it was pouring rain. I took the rain in stride, and it didn't seem to bother the dogs at all. I decided, on the walk, that this is the perfect time to wash both dogs, while they are already wet, and that is what I am off to do.
Keep inside, your romantic designs.
They'll ruin a friendship every time.
I did a 20 minute bike ride to get to the gym, then did 30 minutes on the treadmill, and was headed to the pool to break my own personal record of 8 laps up, and down, the large pool, but couldn't swim because it was lightening outside. My fat ass is going to thin down.
I just ate a healthy lunch, and now I am going to fuck it up by eating some candy.(Tis the season).
Jaggar, is flipping out. It is the time of evening when I throw him some Kitty Treats. I gave him the last ones that I had, yesterday, and forget to buy more today. I'm sure that he will live through the night, though, and I will buy him some more tomorrow.
I had the weirdest dream last night about an old friend. My daughter, in the dream, (not Scout),was in love with my friend. She was much younger than him. I felt very uncomfortable about the situation, but didn't know how to remedy it. Mostly, I am so very glad that my dreams don't come true.
Yesterday, the day after my leg workout, I was amazed, and disappointed, that my legs weren't sore. I did not work out hard enough, I told myself, and will have to work out harder next time. This morning, though, my legs are sore; very sore, which means that I did do a good leg workout after all.
I am boiling rice, as I, now, boil rice every day, because each dog, now, gets a half a cup of rice with his meal. I also bought a lamb rice bag of dog food(Nature's Recipe), with no additives, and am switching my babies over to this from Pedigree, which is $14 a bag cheaper, but I think that my dogs may be scratching themselves all the time because of the shitty food that I have been feeding them.
It is nasty outside: very cold, and quite wet; I just let Henry,
the great Great Dane, out to do his thing, and he did his thing,
and came right back inside...very unlike him; he usually likes to
wander around a bit before he comes back in.
Life is good in the slow lane. I am blessed, and thankful to be alive.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
#10 You give Love
I know that I will never know
yet I should still keep seeking.
It is not lightly that I compare my friend, Mikel K Poet to a Bukowski, John Fante or Hunter S. Thompson. He is twisted. He is misunderstood. He is Arturio Bandini running amok through this crazy life! Mostly, he is genius in it's purest, insanest form (and I say that in a good way). Not all will "get" him, but that's ok because he doesn't "get" most of us mere mortals either. His observations, stories and poetry are intriguing, thought-provoking and sometimes downright disturbing...gotta love it!--Valerie King
My cats are going to die one day, but if I focus on that fact, now, I just ruin all the joy that they currently give me.
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."--Mohandas Gandhi
I'm not sure what I think about Gandhi. Surface level he seems like a great guy, but if you dig a bit you find that a lot of people think tha he was kind of a scumbag. Piss on your heroes.
I'm thinking that this person I know is what's known as a functional drunk. You keep your job,
you appear to have it together, but according to this person at a 12 Step Meeting you don't have your act together at all.
I'm a strange man, at times. You know this. It's not like I take my penis out in parking lots, and wave it at little girls. In fact, now that I've called myself strange, I take it back. I am more normal than normal. I have oatmeal for breakfast, and I wash my clothes when they are dirty. I don't much make my bed, though, but I don't think that that qualifies me as strange; lazy maybe.
If you step on a cat's tail, even if you didn't mean to, the cat will still scream. I discovered this by accidentally stepping on my cat's tail, the other day. The cat acted as if I had stuck a knife in its gut.It did not hold a grudge, though; minutes later it was meowing for a cat treat.
I like being up late. This time of night, when the world is quiet is a good time to write. I am a writer. Ideally, I like to hit the hay, as they say, about one a.m., and then wake, without an alarm clock,write between five a.m. and 7 a.m., and then go back to bed for a couple of hours. Aren't you glad to know that?
Let me reiterate, let me remind myself...I am a writer.
I have wandered fairly far from where I was, and, now, I have been settled where I am for quite some time. I am more stable than I have ever been in my life. When I die, they might say, "He was a stable man." I was reading about a writer who died, tonight, who they said liked to drink a lot. He bragged about his drinking a bit. I think that a writer who really drinks a lot would wind up covered in blood, and puke, in jail cells having arrived in that cell in a black out like I used to. This guy died of cancer of the esophagus. He used to brag about how he loved his cigarettes also. In 12 Step Circles they caution you about taking another person's "Inventory," so I am going to stop now. I need to work on me, and not worry about someone else when it comes to drinking, and smoking.
The song, "Sleigh Ride," was playing on The Pandora Christmas Channel, over The Holidays, and my friend said, "I wish that I was riding in a sleigh in a Colorado snow storm, right now"
"Bah Humbug," said I.
"You don't like snow,' said she.
"I grew up in it, shoveled it for nearly 17 years, lived in it.
When we moved South, I never missed it," though I admit that the idea
of riding though it in a grand sleigh does sound somewhat appealing.
I just don't want to have to shovel anything!
The night has not been a disappointment. The night has not been full
of excitement; just ordinary stuff that might not make you even smile,
but that might keep you alive an extra little bit.
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
The above is not really true. I am a very active Poet, always working.
----------------------------------
If I died like Jim Carrol, it could be right now
as I sit at my desk as he did. He had a heart attack;
I could have one too, but I have work to do before
I die.
I want to make out like a bandit,
but not steal from anyone.
--------------------------------
Heck, there is no tree
Your strong tree limb bent, and broke
but it wasn't your fault. It was the fault
of the bankers, and the federal govt.
And now there is nobody to defend you.
Those that broke you don't care that
you are broken; their greed knows no boundary.
All you can do is teach your children
to believe in Santa Claus and explain to them
why there will be no presents under the tree.
-------------------------------
Tenure At
Tenure in front of The Television.
There is no relief,
they'll find a way to
bill you for something.
------------------------------
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Say it isn't so; the angels are singing
that you are waving goodbye.
--------------------------------
I just bought a tree. It is a small tree made out of Rosemary. It will live forever, and not get thrown out on the side of the street in the days after Christmas. It will grow in a yard, and make that yard owner happy, year round, after The Holiday.
---------------------------------
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
---------------------------------
I've got the feeling that most of the words that I have written will not see the light of day. The notebooks that I filled for nearly 20 years will be thrown out with the rest of my junk, and the nearly 20 years of writing that I have stored on Blogger.com will lay useless in cyberspace. This is really not a bad thing for the joy in creating the poems, and assorted other writing, was in the creation of them.
I don't have the mental constituency to deal with certain things. I won't list those things here, but trust me that they do exist. I am distraught, this morning, because I am operating on three hours sleep. My next door neighbors' dogs woke me up, last night, after I had fallen off to a good night's sleep, and they woke me, again, this morning as I was comfortably snoozing.
For the first time in my life, I am having clam chowder for breakfast.
I believe that life should be filled with new adventures. Tomorrow,
I might have sardines.
I read, this morning, that "Christians" threatened Twitter with violence if Twitter did not pull a book called, "God Is Not Great," from its Trending List. Would not Christ be shaking his head NO!
You Can't Eat Your Supper Alone
It's all good, and it's all bad
the beginning the end to life,
the beginning the end to this song.
No savior is going to save us.
Roads only get paved
if someone is getting paid.
Society, you get down on your knees
on Sunday, giving a nod to a Higher Power
who was invented for you,
invented to keep you in line.
On Monday, you get in line to go to work;
you stand behind each other in line at lunch,
and then you follow each other home at five.
They stick needles in her dialing for dollars.
They give you traffic tickets when their quota is due.
Politicians are in Washington to make more money,
not to look out for me, and you.
It's all good, and it's all bad.
--Mikel K
Peace and Love.
I know that I will never know
yet I should still keep seeking.
It is not lightly that I compare my friend, Mikel K Poet to a Bukowski, John Fante or Hunter S. Thompson. He is twisted. He is misunderstood. He is Arturio Bandini running amok through this crazy life! Mostly, he is genius in it's purest, insanest form (and I say that in a good way). Not all will "get" him, but that's ok because he doesn't "get" most of us mere mortals either. His observations, stories and poetry are intriguing, thought-provoking and sometimes downright disturbing...gotta love it!--Valerie King
My cats are going to die one day, but if I focus on that fact, now, I just ruin all the joy that they currently give me.
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."--Mohandas Gandhi
I'm not sure what I think about Gandhi. Surface level he seems like a great guy, but if you dig a bit you find that a lot of people think tha he was kind of a scumbag. Piss on your heroes.
I'm thinking that this person I know is what's known as a functional drunk. You keep your job,
you appear to have it together, but according to this person at a 12 Step Meeting you don't have your act together at all.
I'm a strange man, at times. You know this. It's not like I take my penis out in parking lots, and wave it at little girls. In fact, now that I've called myself strange, I take it back. I am more normal than normal. I have oatmeal for breakfast, and I wash my clothes when they are dirty. I don't much make my bed, though, but I don't think that that qualifies me as strange; lazy maybe.
If you step on a cat's tail, even if you didn't mean to, the cat will still scream. I discovered this by accidentally stepping on my cat's tail, the other day. The cat acted as if I had stuck a knife in its gut.It did not hold a grudge, though; minutes later it was meowing for a cat treat.
I like being up late. This time of night, when the world is quiet is a good time to write. I am a writer. Ideally, I like to hit the hay, as they say, about one a.m., and then wake, without an alarm clock,write between five a.m. and 7 a.m., and then go back to bed for a couple of hours. Aren't you glad to know that?
Let me reiterate, let me remind myself...I am a writer.
I have wandered fairly far from where I was, and, now, I have been settled where I am for quite some time. I am more stable than I have ever been in my life. When I die, they might say, "He was a stable man." I was reading about a writer who died, tonight, who they said liked to drink a lot. He bragged about his drinking a bit. I think that a writer who really drinks a lot would wind up covered in blood, and puke, in jail cells having arrived in that cell in a black out like I used to. This guy died of cancer of the esophagus. He used to brag about how he loved his cigarettes also. In 12 Step Circles they caution you about taking another person's "Inventory," so I am going to stop now. I need to work on me, and not worry about someone else when it comes to drinking, and smoking.
The song, "Sleigh Ride," was playing on The Pandora Christmas Channel, over The Holidays, and my friend said, "I wish that I was riding in a sleigh in a Colorado snow storm, right now"
"Bah Humbug," said I.
"You don't like snow,' said she.
"I grew up in it, shoveled it for nearly 17 years, lived in it.
When we moved South, I never missed it," though I admit that the idea
of riding though it in a grand sleigh does sound somewhat appealing.
I just don't want to have to shovel anything!
The night has not been a disappointment. The night has not been full
of excitement; just ordinary stuff that might not make you even smile,
but that might keep you alive an extra little bit.
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
The above is not really true. I am a very active Poet, always working.
----------------------------------
If I died like Jim Carrol, it could be right now
as I sit at my desk as he did. He had a heart attack;
I could have one too, but I have work to do before
I die.
I want to make out like a bandit,
but not steal from anyone.
--------------------------------
Heck, there is no tree
Your strong tree limb bent, and broke
but it wasn't your fault. It was the fault
of the bankers, and the federal govt.
And now there is nobody to defend you.
Those that broke you don't care that
you are broken; their greed knows no boundary.
All you can do is teach your children
to believe in Santa Claus and explain to them
why there will be no presents under the tree.
-------------------------------
Tenure At
Tenure in front of The Television.
There is no relief,
they'll find a way to
bill you for something.
------------------------------
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Say it isn't so; the angels are singing
that you are waving goodbye.
--------------------------------
I just bought a tree. It is a small tree made out of Rosemary. It will live forever, and not get thrown out on the side of the street in the days after Christmas. It will grow in a yard, and make that yard owner happy, year round, after The Holiday.
---------------------------------
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
---------------------------------
I've got the feeling that most of the words that I have written will not see the light of day. The notebooks that I filled for nearly 20 years will be thrown out with the rest of my junk, and the nearly 20 years of writing that I have stored on Blogger.com will lay useless in cyberspace. This is really not a bad thing for the joy in creating the poems, and assorted other writing, was in the creation of them.
I don't have the mental constituency to deal with certain things. I won't list those things here, but trust me that they do exist. I am distraught, this morning, because I am operating on three hours sleep. My next door neighbors' dogs woke me up, last night, after I had fallen off to a good night's sleep, and they woke me, again, this morning as I was comfortably snoozing.
For the first time in my life, I am having clam chowder for breakfast.
I believe that life should be filled with new adventures. Tomorrow,
I might have sardines.
I read, this morning, that "Christians" threatened Twitter with violence if Twitter did not pull a book called, "God Is Not Great," from its Trending List. Would not Christ be shaking his head NO!
You Can't Eat Your Supper Alone
It's all good, and it's all bad
the beginning the end to life,
the beginning the end to this song.
No savior is going to save us.
Roads only get paved
if someone is getting paid.
Society, you get down on your knees
on Sunday, giving a nod to a Higher Power
who was invented for you,
invented to keep you in line.
On Monday, you get in line to go to work;
you stand behind each other in line at lunch,
and then you follow each other home at five.
They stick needles in her dialing for dollars.
They give you traffic tickets when their quota is due.
Politicians are in Washington to make more money,
not to look out for me, and you.
It's all good, and it's all bad.
--Mikel K
Peace and Love.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
#NOT USED YET I'm never going to run for President, so I can say the word, "Breasts."
Happy and Merry Whatever Ya Celebrate!!
Stuff: Your stuff doesn't matter
when you die. What matters
are the smiles that you left behind.
It would be interesting to see Newt, and Obama, debate,
and it will be and interesting campaign, and election.
I wish Hunter Thomposn was here and covering it.
"Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth."
--Albert Einstein
Love snow, as long as I don't have to get personally involved with it.
My next door neighbor has a couple of great Great Danes.
The Great Dane Henry is 2, and young, and healthy,
and the Great Dane Anna is 10, and old, and suffers
from all that comes from being old, but Henry doesn't
care. We have a big bed, here, for Anna to crash on
and, just now, I found Henry curled up on it, and
Anna curled up on the floor next to it, which seems
cruel to me.
"A problem is your chance to do your best."--Duke Ellington
Have you taken a Sucker Punch, and liked it?
The wrinkle in my hand is just sitting there.
I have stared at it for minutes, and I am sure
that it is not going anywhere.
Tiger Woods probably doesn't smoke pot
and Richard Nixon didn't go on the nod
in The White House.
I can't come close to finding the words that I am looking for
to describe how inept an ars with an ego Neil Boortz is.
Lordy Lord: Cremation may seem like a greener alternative, to regular burial, but the process requires a lot of energy and creates air pollution. While new burners and filters have made cremation more efficient and less-polluting, crematoriums still release chemicals like dioxin, carbon dioxide and mercury into the atmosphere, and the energy used to cremate one body is equivalent to driving 4,800 miles.--www.worldwidehippies.com
I could procure for my cat, Jaggar, fancy cushions, comfortable pillows, all kinds of wonderful things for him to lay on, but he would still favor laying his head down on my papers, wherever they are about the home. What a bookish cat!
I just opened a large bag of cheap dog food
into the container, where I contain it, until
it is time to feed some to my dogs. In the dog
food in the container were two plastic
wrappers surrounding two packs of coupons.
I was a bit excited to find these, as I had
read on the cover of the bag that there was
a five dollar off coupons good to use for
any dry dog food, and what I had just bought
for my dogs was dry dog food. Looking
through the coupons, I found that they were
no good to me. In order to get the five bucks
off, you also had to buy some product that
was good for your dog's teeth. I really hate
the fuckers that do this kind of thing to you.
I think that they should be castrated, and
then taken out and shot.
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Do you ever feel like you are tied to The Whipping Post?
I turned out that when I knocked on Heaven's Door, there wasn't any Heaven at all; the idea of Heaven, and Hell, had been made up by The Church, to keep me scared, to keep me in line; their line.
I'd like to put what my former boss, and still current friend, Robert Schwarz, said in response to my thought above:
"I once followed the church's line; however, I realized man was responsible for the church's rhetoric and utilized the church for manipulation and oppression. When I removed myself from the church's way and concentrated on Christ I was able to see clearly; a clearer picture, that heaven and hell are real and have an active influence on earth. Rebellion was the biggest obstacle in my path..."--Robert Schwarz
I think that might be as many heavens, and hells, as there are folks who have been taught to believe in them, and do believe in them.
My biggest sins are that, on rare occaisions, I go through The McDoanald's Drive Thru, and even more rarely, I look for a deal at Walmart. If there is a
Heaven, and a Hell, which one am I going to?
About 65 million people identify themselves as Catholic in the U.S., making it the single largest denomination in America. But according to a recent Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate poll, only 33 percent of U.S. Catholics attend weekly Mass, Peterson noted. That means 42.7 million, or two-thirds, of U.S. Catholics are not going to Mass.--James Eng, msnbc.com
Bless me, Father, for it has been a long time since I put any money in the basket(and isn't that The Biggest Sin of All?)
Have you considered the drugs for dogs program?
If you need marijuana for medical purposes,
but the state that you live in won't allow it
then you can trade your dog, if it's bad enough,
to a drug dealer to get you some reefer.
Things end. I'm not sure how I feel about some of them ending: pissed off, sad, elated? Lousy feelings pass. Buddha says that today's enemy can become tomorrow's friend, and vice versa. My fortune cookie once told me that, "It is always darkest before the dawn." Think about that while you have your oatmeal. If it doesn't kill you, does it really make you grow stronger?
Axl is singing, "Patience," and I sit at my desk, and wonder
if I am patient. Mostly, I think I am, and, often, in my past
I wasn't. Patience is a good thing to have, I think. I would
like to develop more of it.
When a Doctor prescribes pot for pain, or whatever other ailment, does he, or she, also tell the patient how many times to hit the pipe, or the bong, or the joint?\
I got an online Poetry Magazine in my email, yesterday, and looking at it, just now,I see that they have 23 poets in the current issue. Twenty three fucking poets, and I am not one of them.
What is wrong with this picture?!
This was written about President Obama in the current issue of Creative Loafing by Scott Henry. Do you think that it's true? Obama is "a brainy president who's disappointed many liberals with his compromises and middle-of-the-road policies."
I think that when people invite you over to their house for a Holiday Party that they should inform you if they are going to Praise Jesus.
Just finished cup of coffee no. 2 for the day, and then burped loudly. It's good to be King.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for still breathing the air; I am glad that you are here. How are
The Holidays treating you? Want to send me a Holiday Card? To do so: 858 Vedado Way #2 Atlanta, Georgia 30303. Peace, and Love.
Happy and Merry Whatever Ya Celebrate!!
Stuff: Your stuff doesn't matter
when you die. What matters
are the smiles that you left behind.
It would be interesting to see Newt, and Obama, debate,
and it will be and interesting campaign, and election.
I wish Hunter Thomposn was here and covering it.
"Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth."
--Albert Einstein
Love snow, as long as I don't have to get personally involved with it.
My next door neighbor has a couple of great Great Danes.
The Great Dane Henry is 2, and young, and healthy,
and the Great Dane Anna is 10, and old, and suffers
from all that comes from being old, but Henry doesn't
care. We have a big bed, here, for Anna to crash on
and, just now, I found Henry curled up on it, and
Anna curled up on the floor next to it, which seems
cruel to me.
"A problem is your chance to do your best."--Duke Ellington
Have you taken a Sucker Punch, and liked it?
The wrinkle in my hand is just sitting there.
I have stared at it for minutes, and I am sure
that it is not going anywhere.
Tiger Woods probably doesn't smoke pot
and Richard Nixon didn't go on the nod
in The White House.
I can't come close to finding the words that I am looking for
to describe how inept an ars with an ego Neil Boortz is.
Lordy Lord: Cremation may seem like a greener alternative, to regular burial, but the process requires a lot of energy and creates air pollution. While new burners and filters have made cremation more efficient and less-polluting, crematoriums still release chemicals like dioxin, carbon dioxide and mercury into the atmosphere, and the energy used to cremate one body is equivalent to driving 4,800 miles.--www.worldwidehippies.com
I could procure for my cat, Jaggar, fancy cushions, comfortable pillows, all kinds of wonderful things for him to lay on, but he would still favor laying his head down on my papers, wherever they are about the home. What a bookish cat!
I just opened a large bag of cheap dog food
into the container, where I contain it, until
it is time to feed some to my dogs. In the dog
food in the container were two plastic
wrappers surrounding two packs of coupons.
I was a bit excited to find these, as I had
read on the cover of the bag that there was
a five dollar off coupons good to use for
any dry dog food, and what I had just bought
for my dogs was dry dog food. Looking
through the coupons, I found that they were
no good to me. In order to get the five bucks
off, you also had to buy some product that
was good for your dog's teeth. I really hate
the fuckers that do this kind of thing to you.
I think that they should be castrated, and
then taken out and shot.
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Do you ever feel like you are tied to The Whipping Post?
I turned out that when I knocked on Heaven's Door, there wasn't any Heaven at all; the idea of Heaven, and Hell, had been made up by The Church, to keep me scared, to keep me in line; their line.
I'd like to put what my former boss, and still current friend, Robert Schwarz, said in response to my thought above:
"I once followed the church's line; however, I realized man was responsible for the church's rhetoric and utilized the church for manipulation and oppression. When I removed myself from the church's way and concentrated on Christ I was able to see clearly; a clearer picture, that heaven and hell are real and have an active influence on earth. Rebellion was the biggest obstacle in my path..."--Robert Schwarz
I think that might be as many heavens, and hells, as there are folks who have been taught to believe in them, and do believe in them.
My biggest sins are that, on rare occaisions, I go through The McDoanald's Drive Thru, and even more rarely, I look for a deal at Walmart. If there is a
Heaven, and a Hell, which one am I going to?
About 65 million people identify themselves as Catholic in the U.S., making it the single largest denomination in America. But according to a recent Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate poll, only 33 percent of U.S. Catholics attend weekly Mass, Peterson noted. That means 42.7 million, or two-thirds, of U.S. Catholics are not going to Mass.--James Eng, msnbc.com
Bless me, Father, for it has been a long time since I put any money in the basket(and isn't that The Biggest Sin of All?)
Have you considered the drugs for dogs program?
If you need marijuana for medical purposes,
but the state that you live in won't allow it
then you can trade your dog, if it's bad enough,
to a drug dealer to get you some reefer.
Things end. I'm not sure how I feel about some of them ending: pissed off, sad, elated? Lousy feelings pass. Buddha says that today's enemy can become tomorrow's friend, and vice versa. My fortune cookie once told me that, "It is always darkest before the dawn." Think about that while you have your oatmeal. If it doesn't kill you, does it really make you grow stronger?
Axl is singing, "Patience," and I sit at my desk, and wonder
if I am patient. Mostly, I think I am, and, often, in my past
I wasn't. Patience is a good thing to have, I think. I would
like to develop more of it.
When a Doctor prescribes pot for pain, or whatever other ailment, does he, or she, also tell the patient how many times to hit the pipe, or the bong, or the joint?\
I got an online Poetry Magazine in my email, yesterday, and looking at it, just now,I see that they have 23 poets in the current issue. Twenty three fucking poets, and I am not one of them.
What is wrong with this picture?!
This was written about President Obama in the current issue of Creative Loafing by Scott Henry. Do you think that it's true? Obama is "a brainy president who's disappointed many liberals with his compromises and middle-of-the-road policies."
I think that when people invite you over to their house for a Holiday Party that they should inform you if they are going to Praise Jesus.
Just finished cup of coffee no. 2 for the day, and then burped loudly. It's good to be King.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for still breathing the air; I am glad that you are here. How are
The Holidays treating you? Want to send me a Holiday Card? To do so: 858 Vedado Way #2 Atlanta, Georgia 30303. Peace, and Love.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
#9 I wish that I was nominated for Something.
How many last goodbyes exist in all of us?
Is it possible for haves to fully understand
what it is like to be a have not?
We all have a story to tell; is yours going well?
I need prayers, man and woman; I need prayers for people this side of Heaven, and Hell, and for those on The Other Side. I need prayers intense, and I need prayers fast!
Steven Milsap,a damn fine artist, and a man who ought to know, says: "I've enjoyed watching
the Mikel K news feed on Facebook--you are an entertainer wizard, and a true star."
I wish that I could say that something really important had happened to me, today, but it hasn't. I watched Harold, I mean Herman Cain give a speech in which he, "suspended." his campaign. I walked the dogs around the block. It was a pain in the ass dog walk: Henry the great Great Dane dragged me the whole way, and I kept having to pull the dogs into the street so that Bundy would not bite any of the many people heading to our neighborhood high school to watch a football game. I like it when The Hood is quiet, and void of folks. I like The Beach that way, too, Winston! I guess walking the dogs is important. Maybe on my headstone, if I have one, they will say, "Here lies a man who is great because he walked his dogs."
The clothes that I have for this type of thing
are wrinkled, and covered in animal hair, and dust, in places.
I don't go to memorials for the dead very often.
If I don't look my best, I will, at least, look like
I have done my best to dress for the occasion.
At the memorial, men who don't usually say such a thing to each other
said, "I love you," to each other, and some of these men,
some of them very hard men, cried.
We weren't supposed to be gathered about this person.
He was too young to be laying in a coffin. His dad
had cried to me, the other day, when I went over to
his house to offer my condolences that, "Fathers are not
supposed to bury their sons, Mikel; it is supposed to be
the other way around." He cried on my shoulder for
several minutes, and all I could think to say to him was
"I love you."
My dog, Morisson, just showed no interest in a frozen banana that I thawed out to put in my oatmeal, earlier this morning, and forgot to add to the oatmeal. Henry just inspected it, and he is not interested in it either. I bet if I leave it there on the floor on its plate that some dog will eat it.
I added some corn, and green beans, to the banana, and Morisson is eating The Concoction. Henry is looking on, as if he is being left out, or screwed over, which he, kind of,is.
I'm not getting anywhere doing this, but then again
I am not not getting somewhere; who knows where
anything can lead. Your dreams might come true
while you are cutting your toe nails, or while you are
scraping dog poop off of the floor. You might not
necessarily be dressed for success when your dreams
arrive.
One of my turtles, the small one, the man Prynce
is on the fake rock underneath the heat lamp,
and the other turtle, the large one, the woman
Rue Paul, is swimming about the acquarium. Both
of them are happy.
I need to whisper more when you yell.
Joan's hospitalization, and subsequent tough recovery, and the passing of my neighbor's son, have given me a great, great deal of gratitude for the health that I have, for the life that I have. Being alive is the greatest gift that we have, and being healthy while alive is a blessing not far behind being alive, for an unhealthy life is not a great one to live.
Pedophiles appear to have figured out that being a basketball, or football coach
is much like being a priest; you have unlimited access to young boys.
I think that my cat Kobain got caught, in the middle of the night, behind the same pantry that Jaggar fell behind the other day. I heard a weird noise, last night, and could not figure out what it was. Joan said that it was probably Kobain stuck behind the pantry. I am going to have to do something with that pantry. I can't have this happening to my cats.
The music attracts me. Your smile enchants me.
You make me feel so unlike a bachelor, I'm not
sure what I'm a gonna do, except to keep on
standing here like a grinning fool.
----------------------------------------------
Everybody Works At Wal-Mart
Everybody works at Wal-Mart,
and they drink coca colas,
while watching American Idol.
---------------------------------
Freedom Was A Whore
Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.
Freedom just walked
away.
------------------------------
The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant
I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
------------------------------
Herman is gone. Who now?
From watching Herman Cain's resignation speech, the other day, I am convinced that the man does not poop the same as the rest of us. His shit don't stink is what first comes to mind, at least in his mind. Herman, as far as Herman is concerned, can walk on water and turn bread into wine. He is guilty of nothing, responsible for nothing that he did, except the good stuff, which I'm betting that if it was further inspected, wasn't all that good at all. How many people lost their job over at The Pizza Place when Herman took over, so that he could look like a good businessman? The Chief Pizza Folks probably knew that they had to can a bunch of folks, and had to bring in a guy who only cares about himself to get the job done.
The lady teaching me how to clean up dog shit,
in the online video, used bbq sauce to substitute for
poop. What will they think of next?
I have just been informed by a friend that the rates that hookers charge is over the edge. He said that you used to be able to, "get a top shelf hooker for a reasonable price." Now they charge you $300 to jack off to something that you pay to see on The Internet. Who screwed up Those Reasonable Hooker Rates Times: was it Bush, or was it Obama? And would Newt Gingrich, or Ron Paul screw it up more, or could they fix it?
-----------------------------
Sometimes, I am politically correct in my prayers, both praying in the conventional way that I have been taught, and then sending shout out positive vibes of thanks to The Creator, My Higher Power, who I choose to call God. This morning, the sun is hitting The Love Porch in an especially magic way, and I had to stop and offer thanks; thanks for the beautiful sunlight, and thanks for The Beautiful Life that I have been given.
I love to travel, and I would go just about anywhere: there are so many poems to be written in, and about, places where I have never been.
Mikel K's clothes have been bought by Mikel K.
He has done his own hair, and sees no need for makeup.
-----------------------------
God Bless Us All and Happy Holidays,
Mikel K
How many last goodbyes exist in all of us?
Is it possible for haves to fully understand
what it is like to be a have not?
We all have a story to tell; is yours going well?
I need prayers, man and woman; I need prayers for people this side of Heaven, and Hell, and for those on The Other Side. I need prayers intense, and I need prayers fast!
Steven Milsap,a damn fine artist, and a man who ought to know, says: "I've enjoyed watching
the Mikel K news feed on Facebook--you are an entertainer wizard, and a true star."
I wish that I could say that something really important had happened to me, today, but it hasn't. I watched Harold, I mean Herman Cain give a speech in which he, "suspended." his campaign. I walked the dogs around the block. It was a pain in the ass dog walk: Henry the great Great Dane dragged me the whole way, and I kept having to pull the dogs into the street so that Bundy would not bite any of the many people heading to our neighborhood high school to watch a football game. I like it when The Hood is quiet, and void of folks. I like The Beach that way, too, Winston! I guess walking the dogs is important. Maybe on my headstone, if I have one, they will say, "Here lies a man who is great because he walked his dogs."
The clothes that I have for this type of thing
are wrinkled, and covered in animal hair, and dust, in places.
I don't go to memorials for the dead very often.
If I don't look my best, I will, at least, look like
I have done my best to dress for the occasion.
At the memorial, men who don't usually say such a thing to each other
said, "I love you," to each other, and some of these men,
some of them very hard men, cried.
We weren't supposed to be gathered about this person.
He was too young to be laying in a coffin. His dad
had cried to me, the other day, when I went over to
his house to offer my condolences that, "Fathers are not
supposed to bury their sons, Mikel; it is supposed to be
the other way around." He cried on my shoulder for
several minutes, and all I could think to say to him was
"I love you."
My dog, Morisson, just showed no interest in a frozen banana that I thawed out to put in my oatmeal, earlier this morning, and forgot to add to the oatmeal. Henry just inspected it, and he is not interested in it either. I bet if I leave it there on the floor on its plate that some dog will eat it.
I added some corn, and green beans, to the banana, and Morisson is eating The Concoction. Henry is looking on, as if he is being left out, or screwed over, which he, kind of,is.
I'm not getting anywhere doing this, but then again
I am not not getting somewhere; who knows where
anything can lead. Your dreams might come true
while you are cutting your toe nails, or while you are
scraping dog poop off of the floor. You might not
necessarily be dressed for success when your dreams
arrive.
One of my turtles, the small one, the man Prynce
is on the fake rock underneath the heat lamp,
and the other turtle, the large one, the woman
Rue Paul, is swimming about the acquarium. Both
of them are happy.
I need to whisper more when you yell.
Joan's hospitalization, and subsequent tough recovery, and the passing of my neighbor's son, have given me a great, great deal of gratitude for the health that I have, for the life that I have. Being alive is the greatest gift that we have, and being healthy while alive is a blessing not far behind being alive, for an unhealthy life is not a great one to live.
Pedophiles appear to have figured out that being a basketball, or football coach
is much like being a priest; you have unlimited access to young boys.
I think that my cat Kobain got caught, in the middle of the night, behind the same pantry that Jaggar fell behind the other day. I heard a weird noise, last night, and could not figure out what it was. Joan said that it was probably Kobain stuck behind the pantry. I am going to have to do something with that pantry. I can't have this happening to my cats.
The music attracts me. Your smile enchants me.
You make me feel so unlike a bachelor, I'm not
sure what I'm a gonna do, except to keep on
standing here like a grinning fool.
----------------------------------------------
Everybody Works At Wal-Mart
Everybody works at Wal-Mart,
and they drink coca colas,
while watching American Idol.
---------------------------------
Freedom Was A Whore
Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.
Freedom just walked
away.
------------------------------
The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant
I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
------------------------------
Herman is gone. Who now?
From watching Herman Cain's resignation speech, the other day, I am convinced that the man does not poop the same as the rest of us. His shit don't stink is what first comes to mind, at least in his mind. Herman, as far as Herman is concerned, can walk on water and turn bread into wine. He is guilty of nothing, responsible for nothing that he did, except the good stuff, which I'm betting that if it was further inspected, wasn't all that good at all. How many people lost their job over at The Pizza Place when Herman took over, so that he could look like a good businessman? The Chief Pizza Folks probably knew that they had to can a bunch of folks, and had to bring in a guy who only cares about himself to get the job done.
The lady teaching me how to clean up dog shit,
in the online video, used bbq sauce to substitute for
poop. What will they think of next?
I have just been informed by a friend that the rates that hookers charge is over the edge. He said that you used to be able to, "get a top shelf hooker for a reasonable price." Now they charge you $300 to jack off to something that you pay to see on The Internet. Who screwed up Those Reasonable Hooker Rates Times: was it Bush, or was it Obama? And would Newt Gingrich, or Ron Paul screw it up more, or could they fix it?
-----------------------------
Sometimes, I am politically correct in my prayers, both praying in the conventional way that I have been taught, and then sending shout out positive vibes of thanks to The Creator, My Higher Power, who I choose to call God. This morning, the sun is hitting The Love Porch in an especially magic way, and I had to stop and offer thanks; thanks for the beautiful sunlight, and thanks for The Beautiful Life that I have been given.
I love to travel, and I would go just about anywhere: there are so many poems to be written in, and about, places where I have never been.
Mikel K's clothes have been bought by Mikel K.
He has done his own hair, and sees no need for makeup.
-----------------------------
God Bless Us All and Happy Holidays,
Mikel K
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
#8
I am torn between being satisfied with what I have, and wanting more.
Surround yourself with people who know your worth. You don't need too many
people to be happy, just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.
--Source Unknown
I hear a dog barking, and I think...oh, I must go next door, and get Henry, but I have already gotten him; he is asleep on the floor, at my place, next to his sister Anna. I have four dogs here, right now, two cats and two turtles, and all but the turtles are asleep. It's good to be King.
Sometimes, when people are willing to help
they are wanting to help themselves to the person whom
they are offering help to.
You're richer than you think
You're not as broke as you think you are,
if you count your blessings
instead of worrying about what
the other man has.
Portrait of part of my animal morning: The cats knock things off my desk: speakers, a remote control, and the thing that I plug all my stuff into so that they can be part of my computer; then the cats go walk in my plants, so that they can get to the window sill. Anna, a dog, who is visiting, shits at my front door, when I have just taken her outside. It's not always good
to be King.
Joan drank a bottle of white, tonight, "because nobody else was drinking white," she said. She handled her liquor well, didn't wind up in jail like I used when I got drunk, and blacked-out. She's asleep now, so it's just me, the dogs, the cats, and the turtles.
I was just looking out my front door to see how the day looked, and I heard fierce cat screaming behind me. Jaggar had fallen down behind the pantry that borders the window sill that he, and Kobain, like to climb up to and sit on. Stupidly, instead of grabbing the piece of furniture and moving it, I grabbed Jaggar, who of course bit me, hard, on the thumb. That made two of us in pain. I finally freed Jaggar, who ran off, without thanking me.
I don't understand, "Viewings," where you go to A Funeral Home
and look at a dead person. I would rather remember people alive.
A neighbor's son committed suicide during the week, devastating
his wonderful parents.
Who is badder ass than Jimi Hendrix?
Often, I don't read the news, I just scan the headlines, and this makes me
an informed citizen.
I am torn between being satisfied with what I have, and wanting more.
Surround yourself with people who know your worth. You don't need too many
people to be happy, just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.
--Source Unknown
I hear a dog barking, and I think...oh, I must go next door, and get Henry, but I have already gotten him; he is asleep on the floor, at my place, next to his sister Anna. I have four dogs here, right now, two cats and two turtles, and all but the turtles are asleep. It's good to be King.
Sometimes, when people are willing to help
they are wanting to help themselves to the person whom
they are offering help to.
You're richer than you think
You're not as broke as you think you are,
if you count your blessings
instead of worrying about what
the other man has.
Portrait of part of my animal morning: The cats knock things off my desk: speakers, a remote control, and the thing that I plug all my stuff into so that they can be part of my computer; then the cats go walk in my plants, so that they can get to the window sill. Anna, a dog, who is visiting, shits at my front door, when I have just taken her outside. It's not always good
to be King.
Joan drank a bottle of white, tonight, "because nobody else was drinking white," she said. She handled her liquor well, didn't wind up in jail like I used when I got drunk, and blacked-out. She's asleep now, so it's just me, the dogs, the cats, and the turtles.
I was just looking out my front door to see how the day looked, and I heard fierce cat screaming behind me. Jaggar had fallen down behind the pantry that borders the window sill that he, and Kobain, like to climb up to and sit on. Stupidly, instead of grabbing the piece of furniture and moving it, I grabbed Jaggar, who of course bit me, hard, on the thumb. That made two of us in pain. I finally freed Jaggar, who ran off, without thanking me.
I don't understand, "Viewings," where you go to A Funeral Home
and look at a dead person. I would rather remember people alive.
A neighbor's son committed suicide during the week, devastating
his wonderful parents.
Who is badder ass than Jimi Hendrix?
Often, I don't read the news, I just scan the headlines, and this makes me
an informed citizen.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
#7 When The Going Gets Weird: It's almost a quarter to eleven; do you know where you are?
-------------------------
My partner, Joan, may not be the best baker of pumpkin pies. She added all her ingredients together, the amount of ingredients that she thought that she needed to make 2 pies, and she has enough pumpkin pie batter to make another 18 pies. Joan is very accomplished in the kitchen, but this is her first foray into pumpkin pies.
Making her pumpkin pies, last night, Joan dumped the dozen eggs that she was about to start cracking into the pumpkin pie mix onto the floor. This made the dogs happy, but Joan teared up a bit. I said, "Honey, it's o.k., and went next door and borrowed eggs from The Good Neighbor. Most problems in life are not insurmountable. Does anyone have a hanky?
Up at 8:14 a.m., this morning: Joan says, "It's a beautiful day out there; we need to go for a walk, immediately." I pointed to my coffee, and said, "I am not going anywhere," and I asked her for a second cup of coffee. I am so spoiled: for over 50 years I have made my own coffee, and now Joan is my Little Coffee Maker!!
I love you more than
I love you more than allergies
herpes diabetes ear infections
paranoia psychosis diarrhea
bad breath acne oil changes
flat tires visits to the doctor's office.
I love you more than aids
dyslexia multiple sclerosis.
I love you more than dandruff
whooping cough heart disease
and cancer.
I love you more than not being able
to pay the rent.
I love you more than high utility bills.
I love you more than every person
that I have ever disliked.
I love you more than that car of mine
that overheated and died in the hot summer sun.
I love you like this becuase you are such fun.
"They" know what you are thinking, before you think it, so don't live in fear.
As John Lennon sings, "Imagine no possessions; I wonder if you can...," I look about my kitchen that is crowded with stuff, lots of, "Stuff," like George Carlin used to make fun of.
"What do you expect me to do?"--Johnny Rottten
Wanker is a pejorative term of English origin."--Wikipedia
Some mornings, I wake up feeling like
a jack ass kicked me in the head.
Think of a Ramones' song, alter it a bit, and think that the words, "He's a lobotomy," could be applied to a large number of people holding Political Office; couldn't they?
If life was fair, no one would ever show up to see Courtney Love onstage, or elsewhere.
I feel good, today, because animals don't have to die so I can live.
A police source told the paper that authorities believe the woman killed her son after she "became very, very angry."--msnbc.com news services
(I'm very glad that I never got that angry).
--------------------------------------
I agree with singer-songwriter Andy Browne that people are mostly good.
At my age, though, I try to take people on my terms, not theirs.
-------------------------------------
I never buy lottery tickets. I agree with folks who think that it is a tax on The Poor. I buy a candy with my dollar: a sure thing is what I am after!!
------------------------------------
The Poem
Sometimes, I talk to you.
Sometimes, I talk to me.
Sometimes, I talk to both of us.
Sometimes, I don't talk to anyone at all.
--------------------
The job of a Poet
If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave the poem, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job.
-------------------
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar
Let's pretend that we don t have a soul,
that we don t know what s going on,
that as long as we keep paying the mortgage
that everything will be o.k.
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar,
and that people with millions, and billions of dollars
will act in our childrens' best interest.
See my child.
See him grow.
I don't want him to go to war.
No, no, no.
Let's pretend that if we close our eyes,
they won t cheat us blind,
that after all this time of screwing us
that they will now suddenly play fair.
Let's pretend that if it s happening over there,
it can t happen here.
Let's pretend that the religious man on the t.v.
doesn't just want our dollars,
and that politicians are not sleeping
with the chairmen of the board
Let's pretend that ketchup is a vegetable,
and that the homeless person is happy
living on the street.
Let's pretend that we don't need clean sea water,
and that it's o.k. that our rivers are polluted, too.
Let's pretend that three corporations owning
all the news outlets is the best way
to disseminate information.
Let's pretend that there really is a Santa Claus,
and that he will tell us what to do.
----------------------------
Freedom Was A Whore
Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.
Freedom just walked
away.
Happy Holidays,
Mikel K
-------------------------
My partner, Joan, may not be the best baker of pumpkin pies. She added all her ingredients together, the amount of ingredients that she thought that she needed to make 2 pies, and she has enough pumpkin pie batter to make another 18 pies. Joan is very accomplished in the kitchen, but this is her first foray into pumpkin pies.
Making her pumpkin pies, last night, Joan dumped the dozen eggs that she was about to start cracking into the pumpkin pie mix onto the floor. This made the dogs happy, but Joan teared up a bit. I said, "Honey, it's o.k., and went next door and borrowed eggs from The Good Neighbor. Most problems in life are not insurmountable. Does anyone have a hanky?
Up at 8:14 a.m., this morning: Joan says, "It's a beautiful day out there; we need to go for a walk, immediately." I pointed to my coffee, and said, "I am not going anywhere," and I asked her for a second cup of coffee. I am so spoiled: for over 50 years I have made my own coffee, and now Joan is my Little Coffee Maker!!
I love you more than
I love you more than allergies
herpes diabetes ear infections
paranoia psychosis diarrhea
bad breath acne oil changes
flat tires visits to the doctor's office.
I love you more than aids
dyslexia multiple sclerosis.
I love you more than dandruff
whooping cough heart disease
and cancer.
I love you more than not being able
to pay the rent.
I love you more than high utility bills.
I love you more than every person
that I have ever disliked.
I love you more than that car of mine
that overheated and died in the hot summer sun.
I love you like this becuase you are such fun.
"They" know what you are thinking, before you think it, so don't live in fear.
As John Lennon sings, "Imagine no possessions; I wonder if you can...," I look about my kitchen that is crowded with stuff, lots of, "Stuff," like George Carlin used to make fun of.
"What do you expect me to do?"--Johnny Rottten
Wanker is a pejorative term of English origin."--Wikipedia
Some mornings, I wake up feeling like
a jack ass kicked me in the head.
Think of a Ramones' song, alter it a bit, and think that the words, "He's a lobotomy," could be applied to a large number of people holding Political Office; couldn't they?
If life was fair, no one would ever show up to see Courtney Love onstage, or elsewhere.
I feel good, today, because animals don't have to die so I can live.
A police source told the paper that authorities believe the woman killed her son after she "became very, very angry."--msnbc.com news services
(I'm very glad that I never got that angry).
--------------------------------------
I agree with singer-songwriter Andy Browne that people are mostly good.
At my age, though, I try to take people on my terms, not theirs.
-------------------------------------
I never buy lottery tickets. I agree with folks who think that it is a tax on The Poor. I buy a candy with my dollar: a sure thing is what I am after!!
------------------------------------
The Poem
Sometimes, I talk to you.
Sometimes, I talk to me.
Sometimes, I talk to both of us.
Sometimes, I don't talk to anyone at all.
--------------------
The job of a Poet
If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave the poem, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job.
-------------------
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar
Let's pretend that we don t have a soul,
that we don t know what s going on,
that as long as we keep paying the mortgage
that everything will be o.k.
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar,
and that people with millions, and billions of dollars
will act in our childrens' best interest.
See my child.
See him grow.
I don't want him to go to war.
No, no, no.
Let's pretend that if we close our eyes,
they won t cheat us blind,
that after all this time of screwing us
that they will now suddenly play fair.
Let's pretend that if it s happening over there,
it can t happen here.
Let's pretend that the religious man on the t.v.
doesn't just want our dollars,
and that politicians are not sleeping
with the chairmen of the board
Let's pretend that ketchup is a vegetable,
and that the homeless person is happy
living on the street.
Let's pretend that we don't need clean sea water,
and that it's o.k. that our rivers are polluted, too.
Let's pretend that three corporations owning
all the news outlets is the best way
to disseminate information.
Let's pretend that there really is a Santa Claus,
and that he will tell us what to do.
----------------------------
Freedom Was A Whore
Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.
Freedom just walked
away.
Happy Holidays,
Mikel K
Saturday, November 12, 2011
#6 When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K #6
I'm blessed. If life was fair, I'd be dead.
"If you have something to do that is worthwhile doing, don't
talk about it, but do it. After you have done it, your friends
and enemies will talk about it."--George W. Blount
He will get by; so will I. And so will you.
Up at 8:51 a.m. I went into the bathroom, this morning, to splash water on my face, looked down and saw my partner Joan's curling iron on the sink. Groggy as heck, I reached down to move the thing, and it bit me: how stupid to have started my day by grabbing the hot end of a heating iron! It was a painful experience that certainly woke me right up. Coffee please!!
I am home from my six day vacation to Panama City, Florida. The turtles tank needs cleaning. Jaggar tore a hole in Joan's stockings, this morning as she was getting ready for work. The cats are always angry when I get home from a vacation. My great neighbor fed the cats, and turtles, and visited with them while I was gone, but I guess that is not enough for the cats. Kobain did not jump on my chest, when I lay down last night, and demand to be petted, and scratched, like he normally does. It is so unlike him. I guess that was his way of having an Occupy Mikel K movement.
It took us five hours to get to Panama City from Atlanta, and 7 /12 hours to get back. We got stuck on some two lane road in Alabama that greatly slowed us down, and we almost lost our life on that road. As we drove north, a car turned off its lights as it approached us, and then, at a million miles an hour, veered towards our lane, just barely missing hitting us us. The car then drove off behind us, in our lane, light-less. What a bummer it would have been to have quit drinking nineteen years, and nine months ago, to die in Alabama at the hands of a drunk driver: a weird kind of Karma maybe?
My friend, Eric Boje, pointed out that whoever was in the car, that veered so dangerously at us, was trying to run us off the road so that they could rob us. Can you imagine? There are people out there willing to kill you in order to take your purse, or wallet.
About ten minutes later, Joan and I pulled into a gas station to ask someone if we were on the right road to Atlanta, or completely lost in the bowels of Alabama. Joan approached the car nearest us, and as she walked to the half open driver's side door, she saw that the man sitting behind the wheel had a handgun on one knee, and was counting hundred dollar bills on the other knee. Joan interrupted the direction of her walk, and asked someone else if we were on the right road home. It was a weird one-two Alabama punch to the gut: nearly being robbed while driving over the speed limit, and running into a gun at a gas station.
At one of the stops that we made, I realized that I was the only man with hair half way to his back, who was wearing a peace sign. I stood out like more than a sore thumb. Spying a police car at one stop I thught to myself how bad it would suck to wind up in an Alabama Jail, boy.
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Memories from The Beach: "Look at The Pelican, on the deck, I said to Joan. She looked, and said, "That's not A Pelican, it's a Blue Herring.". I am such A Nature Boy.
I read on the internet, while at The Beach, that we can, now, buy liquor in Atlanta on Sundays, or rather, that you can. Well, I can buy it, but I won't drink it. This is our last day at The Beach. We have had a great time. I love sand. I love the sea. I do miss, the city, though, and my way of life there. It will be good to reunite with my dogs, cats, and turtles.
--------------------
This morning, as I ate, I entered the item that I ate into a calorie counter.
When I reached 348 calories, I stopped eating.
In jail, back when you could smoke in jail,
they used to say, "Smoke 'em if you got "em,"
indicating that a smoke break was at hand.
I have not been in jail in over twenty years,
about the length of time that I have not had
a drink, and I don't know what brought this
thought to mind. Who knows what triggers
different thoughts that we have?
--------------------------------------------
We've to carry each other, Sister and Brother,
the load for you is easier if you share it with me
--------------------------------------------
I need a printer that will love me
I need a printer that won't
suck down such expensive ink.
I need a printer that won't
stink up the process
when I try to print a poem.
I need a printer that won't
confuse me.
I need a printer that will
work for me.
I don't need a printer
that will piss me off.
I want to toss this one
out into the road
and watch the cars
mow it down.
---------------------------------
We used to sing Christmas Carols in July
Somebody has been cooking in my kitchen,
but you can't have a bowl of my soup;
you've grown too distant, though you are not
very far away.
I remember when we grew tomatoes in the same garden.
Now that garden lays untouched even in the spring.
We use to sing Christmas Carols in July,
now I just wave at you from my jet plane.
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Nine to Five
I need a job.
I need a bag of pot,
and not necessarily in that order.
I need a job
like I need a hole in the head,
some man or woman giving me shit
for seven or eight bucks an hour.
I need power over my own life,
that dollar bill always tugging at me.
I need love.
I need inspiration.
I need a new Tom Petty album;
I guess you can only mostly
download them, these days.
I need a job.
I need a bag of pot,
and not necessarily in that order.
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Public Figure
You are not here when I suffer.
You are not here when I go through
my my moments of doubt and pain.
-----------------------------
Mr Fix It
When you're lost and you can't find
your way out of the storm.
When you're unhappy, and that just isn't your norm.
When you wish that you were with your baby,
and that he was keeping you warm.
When all doors are slammed shut, and your key don't fit.
When God seems like an evil demon,
think of me, and I'll be home soon.
I'll meet you in the kitchen,
and we'll soon head to the bed room.
I love your pancakes.
I love your homemade tea.
I love most everything you do to me.
-------------------------------
I am unsatisfied, this morning,
with three dinky tablespoons of milk
in my coffee. I want to pour
a quarter cup of half and half in.
-------------------------------
--Mikel K
I'm blessed. If life was fair, I'd be dead.
"If you have something to do that is worthwhile doing, don't
talk about it, but do it. After you have done it, your friends
and enemies will talk about it."--George W. Blount
He will get by; so will I. And so will you.
Up at 8:51 a.m. I went into the bathroom, this morning, to splash water on my face, looked down and saw my partner Joan's curling iron on the sink. Groggy as heck, I reached down to move the thing, and it bit me: how stupid to have started my day by grabbing the hot end of a heating iron! It was a painful experience that certainly woke me right up. Coffee please!!
I am home from my six day vacation to Panama City, Florida. The turtles tank needs cleaning. Jaggar tore a hole in Joan's stockings, this morning as she was getting ready for work. The cats are always angry when I get home from a vacation. My great neighbor fed the cats, and turtles, and visited with them while I was gone, but I guess that is not enough for the cats. Kobain did not jump on my chest, when I lay down last night, and demand to be petted, and scratched, like he normally does. It is so unlike him. I guess that was his way of having an Occupy Mikel K movement.
It took us five hours to get to Panama City from Atlanta, and 7 /12 hours to get back. We got stuck on some two lane road in Alabama that greatly slowed us down, and we almost lost our life on that road. As we drove north, a car turned off its lights as it approached us, and then, at a million miles an hour, veered towards our lane, just barely missing hitting us us. The car then drove off behind us, in our lane, light-less. What a bummer it would have been to have quit drinking nineteen years, and nine months ago, to die in Alabama at the hands of a drunk driver: a weird kind of Karma maybe?
My friend, Eric Boje, pointed out that whoever was in the car, that veered so dangerously at us, was trying to run us off the road so that they could rob us. Can you imagine? There are people out there willing to kill you in order to take your purse, or wallet.
About ten minutes later, Joan and I pulled into a gas station to ask someone if we were on the right road to Atlanta, or completely lost in the bowels of Alabama. Joan approached the car nearest us, and as she walked to the half open driver's side door, she saw that the man sitting behind the wheel had a handgun on one knee, and was counting hundred dollar bills on the other knee. Joan interrupted the direction of her walk, and asked someone else if we were on the right road home. It was a weird one-two Alabama punch to the gut: nearly being robbed while driving over the speed limit, and running into a gun at a gas station.
At one of the stops that we made, I realized that I was the only man with hair half way to his back, who was wearing a peace sign. I stood out like more than a sore thumb. Spying a police car at one stop I thught to myself how bad it would suck to wind up in an Alabama Jail, boy.
-----------------------------
Memories from The Beach: "Look at The Pelican, on the deck, I said to Joan. She looked, and said, "That's not A Pelican, it's a Blue Herring.". I am such A Nature Boy.
I read on the internet, while at The Beach, that we can, now, buy liquor in Atlanta on Sundays, or rather, that you can. Well, I can buy it, but I won't drink it. This is our last day at The Beach. We have had a great time. I love sand. I love the sea. I do miss, the city, though, and my way of life there. It will be good to reunite with my dogs, cats, and turtles.
--------------------
This morning, as I ate, I entered the item that I ate into a calorie counter.
When I reached 348 calories, I stopped eating.
In jail, back when you could smoke in jail,
they used to say, "Smoke 'em if you got "em,"
indicating that a smoke break was at hand.
I have not been in jail in over twenty years,
about the length of time that I have not had
a drink, and I don't know what brought this
thought to mind. Who knows what triggers
different thoughts that we have?
--------------------------------------------
We've to carry each other, Sister and Brother,
the load for you is easier if you share it with me
--------------------------------------------
I need a printer that will love me
I need a printer that won't
suck down such expensive ink.
I need a printer that won't
stink up the process
when I try to print a poem.
I need a printer that won't
confuse me.
I need a printer that will
work for me.
I don't need a printer
that will piss me off.
I want to toss this one
out into the road
and watch the cars
mow it down.
---------------------------------
We used to sing Christmas Carols in July
Somebody has been cooking in my kitchen,
but you can't have a bowl of my soup;
you've grown too distant, though you are not
very far away.
I remember when we grew tomatoes in the same garden.
Now that garden lays untouched even in the spring.
We use to sing Christmas Carols in July,
now I just wave at you from my jet plane.
-------------------------------------------
Nine to Five
I need a job.
I need a bag of pot,
and not necessarily in that order.
I need a job
like I need a hole in the head,
some man or woman giving me shit
for seven or eight bucks an hour.
I need power over my own life,
that dollar bill always tugging at me.
I need love.
I need inspiration.
I need a new Tom Petty album;
I guess you can only mostly
download them, these days.
I need a job.
I need a bag of pot,
and not necessarily in that order.
------------------------------
Public Figure
You are not here when I suffer.
You are not here when I go through
my my moments of doubt and pain.
-----------------------------
Mr Fix It
When you're lost and you can't find
your way out of the storm.
When you're unhappy, and that just isn't your norm.
When you wish that you were with your baby,
and that he was keeping you warm.
When all doors are slammed shut, and your key don't fit.
When God seems like an evil demon,
think of me, and I'll be home soon.
I'll meet you in the kitchen,
and we'll soon head to the bed room.
I love your pancakes.
I love your homemade tea.
I love most everything you do to me.
-------------------------------
I am unsatisfied, this morning,
with three dinky tablespoons of milk
in my coffee. I want to pour
a quarter cup of half and half in.
-------------------------------
--Mikel K
Check This Going Gets Article
I'm blessed. If life was fair, I'd be dead.
"If you have something to do that is worthwhile doing, don't
talk about it, but do it. After you have done it, your friends
and enemies will talk about it."--George W. Blount
Up at 8:51 a.m. I went into the bathroom, this morning, to splash water on my face, looked down and saw Joan's curling iron on the sink. Groggy as heck, I reached down to move the thing, and it bit me: how stupid to have started my day by grabbing the hot end of a heating iron! It was a painful experience that certainly woke me right up. Coffee please!!
I am home from my six day vacation to Panama City, Florida. The turtles tank needs cleaning. Jaggar tore a hole in Joan's stockings, this morning as she was getting ready for work. The cats are always angry when I get home from a vacation. My great neighbor fed the cats, and turtles, and visited with them, while I was gone, but I guess that is not enough for the cats. Kobain did not jump on my chest, when I lay down last night, and demand to be petted, and scratched. It is so unlike him. I guess that was his way of having an Occupy Mikel K movement.
It took us five hours to get to Panama City from Atlanta, and 7 /12 hours to get back. We got stuck on some two lane road in Alabama that greatly slowed us down, and we almost lost our life on that road. As we drove north, a car turned off its lights as it approached us, and then, at a million miles an hour, veered into our lane just barely missing hitting us us. It drove off behind us, in our lane, light-less. What a bummer it would have been to have quit drinking nineteen years, and nine months ago, to die in Alabama at the hands of a drunk driver: a weird kind of Karma maybe?
My friend, Eric Boje, pointed out that whoever was in the car that veered so dangerously at us was trying to run us off the road so that they could rob us. Can you imagine? There are people out there willing to kill you in order to be able to take your wallet, or purse.
About ten minutes later, Joan and I pulled into a gas station to ask someone if we were on the right road to Atlanta, or completely lost in the bowels of Alabama. She approached the car nearest us, and as she walked to the half open driver's side door, she saw that the man sitting behind the wheel had a handgun on one knee, and was counting hundred dollar bills on the other knee. Joan interrupted her the direction of her intention, and asked someone else if we were on the right road home. It was a weird one-two Alabama punch to the gut: nearly being robbed while driving over the speed limit, and running into a gun at a gas station.
At one of the stops that we made, I realized that I was the only man with hair half way to his back, who was wearing a peace sign. I stood out like more than a sore thumb. Spying a police car at one stop I thught to myself how bad it would suck to wind up in an Alabama Jail.
Memories from The Beach: "Look at The Pelican, on the deck, I said to Joan. She looked, and said, "That's not A Pelican, it's a Blue Herring.". I am such A Nature Boy.
I am reading on the internet, from The Beach, that we can, now, buy liquor in Atlanta on Sundays, or rather, that you can. Well, I can buy it, but I won't drink it. This is our last day at The Beach. We have had a great time. I love sand. I love the sea. I do miss, the city, though, and my way of life there. It will be good to reunite with my dogs, cats, and turtles.
I'm blessed. If life was fair, I'd be dead.
"If you have something to do that is worthwhile doing, don't
talk about it, but do it. After you have done it, your friends
and enemies will talk about it."--George W. Blount
Up at 8:51 a.m. I went into the bathroom, this morning, to splash water on my face, looked down and saw Joan's curling iron on the sink. Groggy as heck, I reached down to move the thing, and it bit me: how stupid to have started my day by grabbing the hot end of a heating iron! It was a painful experience that certainly woke me right up. Coffee please!!
I am home from my six day vacation to Panama City, Florida. The turtles tank needs cleaning. Jaggar tore a hole in Joan's stockings, this morning as she was getting ready for work. The cats are always angry when I get home from a vacation. My great neighbor fed the cats, and turtles, and visited with them, while I was gone, but I guess that is not enough for the cats. Kobain did not jump on my chest, when I lay down last night, and demand to be petted, and scratched. It is so unlike him. I guess that was his way of having an Occupy Mikel K movement.
It took us five hours to get to Panama City from Atlanta, and 7 /12 hours to get back. We got stuck on some two lane road in Alabama that greatly slowed us down, and we almost lost our life on that road. As we drove north, a car turned off its lights as it approached us, and then, at a million miles an hour, veered into our lane just barely missing hitting us us. It drove off behind us, in our lane, light-less. What a bummer it would have been to have quit drinking nineteen years, and nine months ago, to die in Alabama at the hands of a drunk driver: a weird kind of Karma maybe?
My friend, Eric Boje, pointed out that whoever was in the car that veered so dangerously at us was trying to run us off the road so that they could rob us. Can you imagine? There are people out there willing to kill you in order to be able to take your wallet, or purse.
About ten minutes later, Joan and I pulled into a gas station to ask someone if we were on the right road to Atlanta, or completely lost in the bowels of Alabama. She approached the car nearest us, and as she walked to the half open driver's side door, she saw that the man sitting behind the wheel had a handgun on one knee, and was counting hundred dollar bills on the other knee. Joan interrupted her the direction of her intention, and asked someone else if we were on the right road home. It was a weird one-two Alabama punch to the gut: nearly being robbed while driving over the speed limit, and running into a gun at a gas station.
At one of the stops that we made, I realized that I was the only man with hair half way to his back, who was wearing a peace sign. I stood out like more than a sore thumb. Spying a police car at one stop I thught to myself how bad it would suck to wind up in an Alabama Jail.
Memories from The Beach: "Look at The Pelican, on the deck, I said to Joan. She looked, and said, "That's not A Pelican, it's a Blue Herring.". I am such A Nature Boy.
I am reading on the internet, from The Beach, that we can, now, buy liquor in Atlanta on Sundays, or rather, that you can. Well, I can buy it, but I won't drink it. This is our last day at The Beach. We have had a great time. I love sand. I love the sea. I do miss, the city, though, and my way of life there. It will be good to reunite with my dogs, cats, and turtles.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Anita Mahaffey I just don't get it, Mikel.
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Get what?
about an hour ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Why people have to be intimidating to the point where you can't just be.
about an hour ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Or you don't feel comfortable in your own skin. What's that really all about?
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I feel very very comfortable in my skin, thanks; there are just certain place that I feel much safer in than others is all. Don't get too bent out of shape about it.
about an hour ago · Like · 1
Anita Mahaffey I'm not really talking about you, per se, just people in general.
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I see. Jimi Hendrix is singing, "There are those of us who feel that love is but a joke." I'm wondering if there is any significance to that?
about an hour ago · Like · 2
Anita Mahaffey I'm cool with me, too. It's just that I oftentimes feel that I make others uncomfortable. I am often aloof, but I am also extremely straightforward.
59 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet A guy I know, a long time ago, in Tallahassee, Florda, said to me, one night, as we were playing pinball in a bar, that "Opinions are like assholes; everyone has one, and they all stink."
57 minutes ago · Like
Sloan Carroll Rainwater The last time I went to Alabama I was wearing black finger nail polish. A worker at Walmart asked me if i was a witch. When I looked at her like she was insane she said that witches wear black finger nail polish. Alabama. Not a friendly place for individuality...long hair or black finger nails.
56 minutes ago · Like · 4
Mikel K Poet Yeah Sloan...you get it!!!
56 minutes ago · Like · 2
Mikel K Poet I'm going to use what you said in my next column, Slaon, and quote you, if that is Kool??!
55 minutes ago · Like · 1
Sloan Carroll Rainwater Absolutely. That is wonder Kool!!!
54 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet (:
54 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet In fact, Anita, if you don t mind, I might use our chat, here, in My Cloumn, also, if you don't mind...????
53 minutes ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Absolutely! I live in a very MORMON neighborhood, in Mesa AZ. My Occupy signs are beyond their comprehension. I burn incense and sprinkle oils in front of my house. I'm sure they think I'm casting spells ...
51 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Can you wiggle your nose, and make Darin disappear?
49 minutes ago · Like
Michael Stover · 21 mutual friends
then go back where ur from and stay there
49 minutes ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey They'd like that, but I'm up-side-down on my house. I'm stuck with all the freaking mortals!
48 minutes ago · Like
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Get what?
about an hour ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Why people have to be intimidating to the point where you can't just be.
about an hour ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Or you don't feel comfortable in your own skin. What's that really all about?
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I feel very very comfortable in my skin, thanks; there are just certain place that I feel much safer in than others is all. Don't get too bent out of shape about it.
about an hour ago · Like · 1
Anita Mahaffey I'm not really talking about you, per se, just people in general.
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I see. Jimi Hendrix is singing, "There are those of us who feel that love is but a joke." I'm wondering if there is any significance to that?
about an hour ago · Like · 2
Anita Mahaffey I'm cool with me, too. It's just that I oftentimes feel that I make others uncomfortable. I am often aloof, but I am also extremely straightforward.
59 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet A guy I know, a long time ago, in Tallahassee, Florda, said to me, one night, as we were playing pinball in a bar, that "Opinions are like assholes; everyone has one, and they all stink."
57 minutes ago · Like
Sloan Carroll Rainwater The last time I went to Alabama I was wearing black finger nail polish. A worker at Walmart asked me if i was a witch. When I looked at her like she was insane she said that witches wear black finger nail polish. Alabama. Not a friendly place for individuality...long hair or black finger nails.
56 minutes ago · Like · 4
Mikel K Poet Yeah Sloan...you get it!!!
56 minutes ago · Like · 2
Mikel K Poet I'm going to use what you said in my next column, Slaon, and quote you, if that is Kool??!
55 minutes ago · Like · 1
Sloan Carroll Rainwater Absolutely. That is wonder Kool!!!
54 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet (:
54 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet In fact, Anita, if you don t mind, I might use our chat, here, in My Cloumn, also, if you don't mind...????
53 minutes ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Absolutely! I live in a very MORMON neighborhood, in Mesa AZ. My Occupy signs are beyond their comprehension. I burn incense and sprinkle oils in front of my house. I'm sure they think I'm casting spells ...
51 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Can you wiggle your nose, and make Darin disappear?
49 minutes ago · Like
Michael Stover · 21 mutual friends
then go back where ur from and stay there
49 minutes ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey They'd like that, but I'm up-side-down on my house. I'm stuck with all the freaking mortals!
48 minutes ago · Like
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Surround yourself with people who know your worth.
You don't need too many people to be happy,
just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.
--Source Unknown
It turns out that the keys that I bought that didn't work didn't work because
the colored covers that I bought for them were too big, and wouldn't let the
keys fully dig into the lock. What is wrong with me? I must be a knucklehead, or something.
Sometimes, I go back to a cyberspace post, on this page, and find a "like." I click on it to see who it was, and, often, it was me!
The job of a Poet
If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave it, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job
I'll never have the body of the model pictured in the ad for diet pills,
but that is alright; I have my body, and though it needs work, I am
happy with it.
Mac Macguff, Juno
You don't need too many people to be happy,
just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.
--Source Unknown
It turns out that the keys that I bought that didn't work didn't work because
the colored covers that I bought for them were too big, and wouldn't let the
keys fully dig into the lock. What is wrong with me? I must be a knucklehead, or something.
Sometimes, I go back to a cyberspace post, on this page, and find a "like." I click on it to see who it was, and, often, it was me!
The job of a Poet
If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave it, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job
I'll never have the body of the model pictured in the ad for diet pills,
but that is alright; I have my body, and though it needs work, I am
happy with it.
Mac Macguff, Juno
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
#5 Backwash
The Government should look at all those in The Occupy Movement as workers, and let them have unemployment benefits when the protests are over. That means that the Government should, now, be giving the occupiers a check. And health insurance.
Occupy Mayberry R.F.D. is getting ready to move into the town's small park. Sheriff Andy Griffin is not sure what to do; Deputy Sheriff Barney Fife is getting ready to arrest people: he has the town's one pair of handcuffs in his hands, now.
Don't let HIStory repeat itself:
http://dept.kent.edu/sociology/lewis/lewihen.htm
Like an old "friend" who I was glad
not to be around anymore; I looked
at your picture, and didn't send you
a request.
I wonder if getting arrested as part of Occupy Atlanta could kick start some sort of a career for some of those 52 getting arrested...interviews with the press, first, then a book deal, a movie??!
They might make so much money that they will have to relinquish their membership in the 99 percent.
The Government should look at all those in The Occupy Movement as workers, and let them have unemployment benefits when the protests are over. That means that the Government should, now, be giving the occupiers a check. And health insurance.
Occupy Mayberry R.F.D. is getting ready to move into the town's small park. Sheriff Andy Griffin is not sure what to do; Deputy Sheriff Barney Fife is getting ready to arrest people: he has the town's one pair of handcuffs in his hands, now.
Don't let HIStory repeat itself:
http://dept.kent.edu/sociology/lewis/lewihen.htm
Like an old "friend" who I was glad
not to be around anymore; I looked
at your picture, and didn't send you
a request.
I wonder if getting arrested as part of Occupy Atlanta could kick start some sort of a career for some of those 52 getting arrested...interviews with the press, first, then a book deal, a movie??!
They might make so much money that they will have to relinquish their membership in the 99 percent.
#5 When the going gets weird (FINAL COPY).
Where do you hide the bills that you can't pay
feeling too sick inside to tell the children
that you haven't got much more money in the bank
than an alcoholic living on the streets has
in his smelly pockets?
It's quarter to three pm on a Monday,
and it still feels like morning to me.
A simple thing just spoke to me, and made me smile.
It is a simple thing, but there can be greater joy
in the simple than the complex.
Has anybody really ever talked to God?
If you don't like a law, should you break it?
Is this proper fathering method: If you mess with me,
you will not eat your jelly, you will sit in it?
"Things which matter most should never be at the mercy of things which matter least."--Goethe
I love The Mr. Smarty Pants, the men who have read a book, or two, more than me, and you, and think that they can tell us all what to do; I really do, but I don't have to love them on this page, or even be in their presence to love them; I can love them from a distance, where their insults, and alleged superiority can not touch me.
Bring new things to our bed, baby.
What's happening? Are you napping?
I don't know what's on your mind, but I do know what is on my mind;
and what's on my mind could take hours, days, weeks, months, years,
a lifetime to complete.
Why would a teacher make you write
with your right hand when you were born a lefty?
A sore throat, and an ear ache, are fighting to find their way into my existence.
I am doing everything that I can think of to defend myself against them. Any suggestions?
Do you know that you can core an onion, fill it full of Chunky Peanut Butter, bake it at 325, for an hour, and you will have...a wonderful treat!! (Thanks Merritt).
What is a Woman Worth? I got an email that wanted me to read an article with this title: "What is a Woman Worth?" The title took be aback a bit. I have never thought of a woman in terms of a dollar amount.
I just heard my first lousy Tom Petty song: it is called. "Girl on LSD."
Mikel K Poet John Marsh, singer and keyboard player for the great great band
Deep Blue Sun just turned me onto the fact that Dylan wrote
the song, "My Back Pages," not The Byrds.
"Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now."
--Bob Dylan
I am so blind today. It is nice to, finally, have eyeglasses, but they feel weird on me.
Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.
There is nothing wrong with being almost middle-aged and blonde. Some of the hottest, and most decent, women on the planet are just that. There is beauty, and love, at each stage of this life, as we go.
I'm not on the same path as you, sister and brother, though ostensibly we have the same destination in mind.
There is nothing but time on my side.
She was born on December 26. Her dad made it clear early in life that she wasn't going to two presents. A lot of Christmases and birthdays she got nothing.
I'm in the mood for desert, something large and creamy, and chocolate-y; something topped with peanut butter ice cream; something to die for cuz I just might eating that way because I'm a diabetic, and sugar can kill me.
Back at FSU, in the fraternity house, we used to call this guy Sniff, because no matter what room someone was getting high in, he would knock on the door, and say, "Hey, got any pot?"
"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope."
--Robert F. Kennedy
Sue Nash says that well wishes and cards for the Iraqi vet seriously injured by Oakland police last night, as he was participating in Occupy Oakland, can be sent to:
USMC Scott Olsen Highland Hospital 1411 East 31st Street Oakland, CA 94602
Liane Tebbutt All the good medicinal healing herbs will get you jail time..just another way to keep the population sick and addicted to pharmaceuticals. It's all about money.
I like listening to The Jerry Garcia Band, Phish, Widespread Panic...the "hippy" bands but I also like Black Flag, Fear, Social Distortion, and many other punk bands. Does that make me bi-sexual, or bi-polar?
Have you been through the desert on a tank with no name?
Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?
--Mikel K
Where do you hide the bills that you can't pay
feeling too sick inside to tell the children
that you haven't got much more money in the bank
than an alcoholic living on the streets has
in his smelly pockets?
It's quarter to three pm on a Monday,
and it still feels like morning to me.
A simple thing just spoke to me, and made me smile.
It is a simple thing, but there can be greater joy
in the simple than the complex.
Has anybody really ever talked to God?
If you don't like a law, should you break it?
Is this proper fathering method: If you mess with me,
you will not eat your jelly, you will sit in it?
"Things which matter most should never be at the mercy of things which matter least."--Goethe
I love The Mr. Smarty Pants, the men who have read a book, or two, more than me, and you, and think that they can tell us all what to do; I really do, but I don't have to love them on this page, or even be in their presence to love them; I can love them from a distance, where their insults, and alleged superiority can not touch me.
Bring new things to our bed, baby.
What's happening? Are you napping?
I don't know what's on your mind, but I do know what is on my mind;
and what's on my mind could take hours, days, weeks, months, years,
a lifetime to complete.
Why would a teacher make you write
with your right hand when you were born a lefty?
A sore throat, and an ear ache, are fighting to find their way into my existence.
I am doing everything that I can think of to defend myself against them. Any suggestions?
Do you know that you can core an onion, fill it full of Chunky Peanut Butter, bake it at 325, for an hour, and you will have...a wonderful treat!! (Thanks Merritt).
What is a Woman Worth? I got an email that wanted me to read an article with this title: "What is a Woman Worth?" The title took be aback a bit. I have never thought of a woman in terms of a dollar amount.
I just heard my first lousy Tom Petty song: it is called. "Girl on LSD."
Mikel K Poet John Marsh, singer and keyboard player for the great great band
Deep Blue Sun just turned me onto the fact that Dylan wrote
the song, "My Back Pages," not The Byrds.
"Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now."
--Bob Dylan
I am so blind today. It is nice to, finally, have eyeglasses, but they feel weird on me.
Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.
There is nothing wrong with being almost middle-aged and blonde. Some of the hottest, and most decent, women on the planet are just that. There is beauty, and love, at each stage of this life, as we go.
I'm not on the same path as you, sister and brother, though ostensibly we have the same destination in mind.
There is nothing but time on my side.
She was born on December 26. Her dad made it clear early in life that she wasn't going to two presents. A lot of Christmases and birthdays she got nothing.
I'm in the mood for desert, something large and creamy, and chocolate-y; something topped with peanut butter ice cream; something to die for cuz I just might eating that way because I'm a diabetic, and sugar can kill me.
Back at FSU, in the fraternity house, we used to call this guy Sniff, because no matter what room someone was getting high in, he would knock on the door, and say, "Hey, got any pot?"
"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope."
--Robert F. Kennedy
Sue Nash says that well wishes and cards for the Iraqi vet seriously injured by Oakland police last night, as he was participating in Occupy Oakland, can be sent to:
USMC Scott Olsen Highland Hospital 1411 East 31st Street Oakland, CA 94602
Liane Tebbutt All the good medicinal healing herbs will get you jail time..just another way to keep the population sick and addicted to pharmaceuticals. It's all about money.
I like listening to The Jerry Garcia Band, Phish, Widespread Panic...the "hippy" bands but I also like Black Flag, Fear, Social Distortion, and many other punk bands. Does that make me bi-sexual, or bi-polar?
Have you been through the desert on a tank with no name?
Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?
--Mikel K
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Have you been through the desert on a tank with no name?
Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?
--Mikel K
Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?
--Mikel K
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
About an hour ago near Atlanta...
Mikel K Poet: I don't understand why Occupy Atlanta is occupying a public park when Coke and Bank of America have such large front yards in which to pitch tents.
Nancy J Howard, Dale Stahl, Melissa A. Holbrooks and 5 others like this.
Brittany Rae: Agreed.
Trish Thompson: Coke and Bank of America can have them arrested immediately.
Mikel K Poet: Many of them claim that they want to be arrested, anyway; why not do it where it might send a true message, instead of in a place where they displace the homeless, and cost the taxpayers they claim to represent money in increased cops, and port o johns, and cleanup fees. Corporate Amerika is going to cede nothing to people hanging out in a public park. Gosh, I need to take a chill pill!!
Melissa A. Holbrooks Preach It Rev!!!
A loud helicopter circled over our heads, as the dogs, and I, walked tonight. The helicopter killed the tranquility of our walk. For a moment, I thought that maybe a vicious killer had escaped from prison, and was waiting in the bushes to kill me and my dogs. When I got home, I read an article about Occupy Atlanta, and it turns out that the helicopter was hovering over them, who are not that far from us.
Mikel K Poet: I don't understand why Occupy Atlanta is occupying a public park when Coke and Bank of America have such large front yards in which to pitch tents.
Nancy J Howard, Dale Stahl, Melissa A. Holbrooks and 5 others like this.
Brittany Rae: Agreed.
Trish Thompson: Coke and Bank of America can have them arrested immediately.
Mikel K Poet: Many of them claim that they want to be arrested, anyway; why not do it where it might send a true message, instead of in a place where they displace the homeless, and cost the taxpayers they claim to represent money in increased cops, and port o johns, and cleanup fees. Corporate Amerika is going to cede nothing to people hanging out in a public park. Gosh, I need to take a chill pill!!
Melissa A. Holbrooks Preach It Rev!!!
A loud helicopter circled over our heads, as the dogs, and I, walked tonight. The helicopter killed the tranquility of our walk. For a moment, I thought that maybe a vicious killer had escaped from prison, and was waiting in the bushes to kill me and my dogs. When I got home, I read an article about Occupy Atlanta, and it turns out that the helicopter was hovering over them, who are not that far from us.
I am so blind today. It is nice to, finally, have eyeglasses, but they feel weird on me.
I had two spare keys made for my front door, and neither one of them worked, so I put them on my desk until I could return to The Key Store. Today, I noticed that one of the keys was gone. I searched under my desk, even routing through the trash can that sits under my desk, but no key. I must make sure that it is not in the trash, I thought to myself, so I brought the small trash can outside to the large trash can that sits by the street, and I started throwing things out from the little trash can to the large trash can, and there at the bottom of the little trash can was my key.
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28 minutes ago near Atlanta:
Fiction: Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.
Val King: Sounds like a completely rationally ridiculously alcoholic internal cluster f of a reason to me!
Mikel K Poet: Val, people do the strangest things: in this world for real, and in the world of fiction!
Val King: Oh I know sweets, I know. I've actually had friends say this exact same thing to me except insert coke for crack in there & it's almost verbatim. Ridiculous....
Mikel K Poet: The guy who founded AA wound up doing LSD.
Val King: Shut the front door! "I don't drink anymore - I just TRIP BALLS all day!" Bwahahahahaha! You have to be shizzing me!
Mikel K Poet: Nope.
Mikel K Poet: From Wikipedia: AA cofounder Bill Wilson's lifelong sobriety began December 11, 1934. Wilson suffered from episodes of depression, the most serious of these between 1944 and 1955. In 1955 Wilson turned over control of AA to a board of trustees. Wilson experimented with other possible cures for alcoholism including LSD,[2] niacin (vitamin B3) and parapsychology as a means of inducing spiritual change.
Val King: So...what were his findings on the effectiveness of tripping balls instead of drinking?
Mikel K Poet: I've never heard the result of that!
I had two spare keys made for my front door, and neither one of them worked, so I put them on my desk until I could return to The Key Store. Today, I noticed that one of the keys was gone. I searched under my desk, even routing through the trash can that sits under my desk, but no key. I must make sure that it is not in the trash, I thought to myself, so I brought the small trash can outside to the large trash can that sits by the street, and I started throwing things out from the little trash can to the large trash can, and there at the bottom of the little trash can was my key.
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28 minutes ago near Atlanta:
Fiction: Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.
Val King: Sounds like a completely rationally ridiculously alcoholic internal cluster f of a reason to me!
Mikel K Poet: Val, people do the strangest things: in this world for real, and in the world of fiction!
Val King: Oh I know sweets, I know. I've actually had friends say this exact same thing to me except insert coke for crack in there & it's almost verbatim. Ridiculous....
Mikel K Poet: The guy who founded AA wound up doing LSD.
Val King: Shut the front door! "I don't drink anymore - I just TRIP BALLS all day!" Bwahahahahaha! You have to be shizzing me!
Mikel K Poet: Nope.
Mikel K Poet: From Wikipedia: AA cofounder Bill Wilson's lifelong sobriety began December 11, 1934. Wilson suffered from episodes of depression, the most serious of these between 1944 and 1955. In 1955 Wilson turned over control of AA to a board of trustees. Wilson experimented with other possible cures for alcoholism including LSD,[2] niacin (vitamin B3) and parapsychology as a means of inducing spiritual change.
Val King: So...what were his findings on the effectiveness of tripping balls instead of drinking?
Mikel K Poet: I've never heard the result of that!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
I don't need an expert like you around, when I've got Google,
but thanks, friend, for trying to point out, in publc, all
the things that I don't know; make me an ass on my own page,
why don't you.
My dog Morrison doesn't cry out for food; he doesn't cry out for walks, or treats; he cries out for Love.
but thanks, friend, for trying to point out, in publc, all
the things that I don't know; make me an ass on my own page,
why don't you.
My dog Morrison doesn't cry out for food; he doesn't cry out for walks, or treats; he cries out for Love.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Mikel K Poet
Inspite of our past differences, I love you. You are my neighbor, and a friend, of sorts. I should try to love everyone; for is not everyone my brother, and my sister?
--Mikel K
Like · · Unfollow post · Share · 36 minutes ago near Atlanta
Anita Mahaffey and Dawn Leslie Mullan like this.
Ribbon Sylvester or at least tolerate them...i guess... i have a few i could do without hearing scream about some stupid gun all night over a bottle of whiskey..
about a minute ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Hmmmmm. I was thinking of a love conception; you don't have to like them!!
Inspite of our past differences, I love you. You are my neighbor, and a friend, of sorts. I should try to love everyone; for is not everyone my brother, and my sister?
--Mikel K
Like · · Unfollow post · Share · 36 minutes ago near Atlanta
Anita Mahaffey and Dawn Leslie Mullan like this.
Ribbon Sylvester or at least tolerate them...i guess... i have a few i could do without hearing scream about some stupid gun all night over a bottle of whiskey..
about a minute ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Hmmmmm. I was thinking of a love conception; you don't have to like them!!
Monday, October 17, 2011
#5 When the going gets weird
Where do you hide the bills that you can't pay
feeling too sick inside to tell the children
that you haven't got much more money in the bank
than an alcoholic living on the streets has
in his smelly pockets?
It's quarter to three pm on a Monday,
and it still feels like morning to me.
A simple thing just spoke to me, and made me smile.
It is a simple thing, but there can be greater joy
in the simple than the complex.
Has anybody really ever talked to God?
If you don't like a law, should you break it?
Is this proper fathering method: If you mess with me,
you will not eat your jelly, you will sit in it?
"Things which matter most should never be at the mercy of things which matter least."--Goethe
I love The Mr. Smarty Pants, the men who have read a book, or two, more than me, and you, and think that they can tell us all what to do; I really do, but I don't have to love them on this page, or even be in their presence to love them; I can love them from a distance, where their insults, and alleged superiority can not touch me.
Bring new things to our bed, baby.
What's happening? Are you napping?
I don't know what's on your mind, but I do know what is on my mind;
and what's on my mind could take hours, days, weeks, months, years,
a lifetime to complete.
Why would a teacher make you write
with your right hand when you were born a lefty?
A sore throat, and an ear ache, are fighting to find their way into my existence.
I am doing everything that I can think of to defend myself against them. Any suggestions?
Do you know that you can core an onion, fill it full of Chunky Peanut Butter, bake it at 325, for an hour, and you will have...a wonderful treat!! (Thanks Merritt).
What is a Woman Worth? I got an email that wanted me to read an article with this title: "What is a Woman Worth?" The title took be aback a bit. I have never thought of a woman in terms of a dollar amount.
I just heard my first lousy Tom Petty song: it is called. "Girl on LSD."
Mikel K Poet John Marsh, singer and keyboard player for the great great band
Deep Blue Sun just turned me onto the fact that Dylan wrote
the song, "My Back Pages," not The Byrds.
"Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now."
--Bob Dylan
I am so blind today. It is nice to, finally, have eyeglasses, but they feel weird on me.
Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.
There is nothing wrong with being almost middle-aged and blonde. Some of the hottest, and most decent, women on the planet are just that. There is beauty, and love, at each stage of this life, as we go.
I'm not on the same path as you, sister and brother, though ostensibly we have the same destination in mind.
There is nothing but time on my side.
She was born on December 26. Her dad made it clear early in life that she wasn't going to two presents. A lot of Christmases and birthdays she got nothing.
I'm in the mood for desert, something large and creamy, and chocolate-y; something topped with peanut butter ice cream; something to die for cuz I just might eating that way because I'm a diabetic, and sugar can kill me.
Back at FSU, in the fraternity house, we used to call this guy Sniff, because no matter what room someone was getting high in, he would knock on the door, and say, "Hey, got any pot?"
"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope."
--Robert F. Kennedy
Sue Nash says that well wishes and cards for the Iraqi vet seriously injured by Oakland police last night, as he was participating in Occupy Oakland, can be sent to:
USMC Scott Olsen Highland Hospital 1411 East 31st Street Oakland, CA 94602
Liane Tebbutt All the good medicinal healing herbs will get you jail time..just another way to keep the population sick and addicted to pharmaceuticals. It's all about money.
I like listening to The Jerry Garcia Band, Phish, Widespread Panic...the "hippy" bands but I also like Black Flag, Fear, Social Distortion, and many other punk bands. Does that make me bi-sexual, or bi-polar?
Have you been through the desert on a tank with no name?
Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?
--Mikel K
This edition of, "When The Going Gets Weird," is dedicated to
Phil Polizatto who reached out last week, and touched The Column
with some hefty praise. You can read Phil at: http://hungadunga.wordpress.com/
Where do you hide the bills that you can't pay
feeling too sick inside to tell the children
that you haven't got much more money in the bank
than an alcoholic living on the streets has
in his smelly pockets?
It's quarter to three pm on a Monday,
and it still feels like morning to me.
A simple thing just spoke to me, and made me smile.
It is a simple thing, but there can be greater joy
in the simple than the complex.
Has anybody really ever talked to God?
If you don't like a law, should you break it?
Is this proper fathering method: If you mess with me,
you will not eat your jelly, you will sit in it?
"Things which matter most should never be at the mercy of things which matter least."--Goethe
I love The Mr. Smarty Pants, the men who have read a book, or two, more than me, and you, and think that they can tell us all what to do; I really do, but I don't have to love them on this page, or even be in their presence to love them; I can love them from a distance, where their insults, and alleged superiority can not touch me.
Bring new things to our bed, baby.
What's happening? Are you napping?
I don't know what's on your mind, but I do know what is on my mind;
and what's on my mind could take hours, days, weeks, months, years,
a lifetime to complete.
Why would a teacher make you write
with your right hand when you were born a lefty?
A sore throat, and an ear ache, are fighting to find their way into my existence.
I am doing everything that I can think of to defend myself against them. Any suggestions?
Do you know that you can core an onion, fill it full of Chunky Peanut Butter, bake it at 325, for an hour, and you will have...a wonderful treat!! (Thanks Merritt).
What is a Woman Worth? I got an email that wanted me to read an article with this title: "What is a Woman Worth?" The title took be aback a bit. I have never thought of a woman in terms of a dollar amount.
I just heard my first lousy Tom Petty song: it is called. "Girl on LSD."
Mikel K Poet John Marsh, singer and keyboard player for the great great band
Deep Blue Sun just turned me onto the fact that Dylan wrote
the song, "My Back Pages," not The Byrds.
"Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now."
--Bob Dylan
I am so blind today. It is nice to, finally, have eyeglasses, but they feel weird on me.
Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.
There is nothing wrong with being almost middle-aged and blonde. Some of the hottest, and most decent, women on the planet are just that. There is beauty, and love, at each stage of this life, as we go.
I'm not on the same path as you, sister and brother, though ostensibly we have the same destination in mind.
There is nothing but time on my side.
She was born on December 26. Her dad made it clear early in life that she wasn't going to two presents. A lot of Christmases and birthdays she got nothing.
I'm in the mood for desert, something large and creamy, and chocolate-y; something topped with peanut butter ice cream; something to die for cuz I just might eating that way because I'm a diabetic, and sugar can kill me.
Back at FSU, in the fraternity house, we used to call this guy Sniff, because no matter what room someone was getting high in, he would knock on the door, and say, "Hey, got any pot?"
"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope."
--Robert F. Kennedy
Sue Nash says that well wishes and cards for the Iraqi vet seriously injured by Oakland police last night, as he was participating in Occupy Oakland, can be sent to:
USMC Scott Olsen Highland Hospital 1411 East 31st Street Oakland, CA 94602
Liane Tebbutt All the good medicinal healing herbs will get you jail time..just another way to keep the population sick and addicted to pharmaceuticals. It's all about money.
I like listening to The Jerry Garcia Band, Phish, Widespread Panic...the "hippy" bands but I also like Black Flag, Fear, Social Distortion, and many other punk bands. Does that make me bi-sexual, or bi-polar?
Have you been through the desert on a tank with no name?
Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?
--Mikel K
This edition of, "When The Going Gets Weird," is dedicated to
Phil Polizatto who reached out last week, and touched The Column
with some hefty praise. You can read Phil at: http://hungadunga.wordpress.com/
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
#4 When the going gets weird: I'm a bum.
I can't believe that I haven't been discovered yet!
Satan sips from the same fast food sodas as you,
if he sips from any sodas at all.
I'm a bum. My father said that I would be a bum. He started telling me that at a very young age.
I don't know how he knew it. He also said that I would never own a pot to piss in. He was
right, the only pots that I need are a couple in the kitchen to cook my own food on. He also said to me that, "Only one in a million make it at that game; and I don't think that you have it in you," after I had told him that I wanted to be a writer. My father has been dead for quite awhile now, but I send a shout out to his grave to tell him that he was wrong!!!
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"We are tired of your abuse; try to stop us it's no use."--Black Flag
"Her stomach makes noises whenever we kiss."--Variation on a John Prine theme
Writer interviewed on CNN: " We don't have to marry like we once had to. I am glad that I never married the wrong man, because a lot of that happens."
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Geez. SingleMingle.com, a Christian dating service, claims that they can find you, "the match that God intended for you." Got to love, err suspect, a group claiming that they can invoke Divine Intervention once they have your credit card.
Nancy J Howard: There are many organizations like that.
Bill Burke: Even God prefers people with money.
Mikel K Poet Yes, Bill; if you have nice clothes, and a nice car, or two, and several houses with pools, and you live them with The Church, when you die, you will certainly rise above.
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I believe that a victory is something
that makes me smile, and doesn't necessarily
have to make someone frown.
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The quality of the English tea time tea that I make fluctuates. Sometimes I put too much milk in it; sometimes, I make it too hot, but I just made a perfect cup of tea, and I am going to enjoy a chocolate peanut butter ice cream bar with it. Sometimes, life is just so darn easy!
When I was a kid, I used to watch The Ranger Andy Show. I watched it all
the time, and then decided that I wanted to be on it. It was a local show,
and Ranger Andy was the nicest guy that I had ever met. When I went down
to the show and met him, he was mean to me. That really surprised me. To
this day I think that Ranger Andy was an asshole.
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I detest Ted Nugent, I can't stand Kiss, and I HATE Led Zepplin.
"Six Pack," "Wasted," and "Nervous Breakdown," are some great songs with fantastic titles; doncha think? Yeah Black Flag.
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She was really weird about sex. At least, she was very weird
about sex with me. She was into it, at first, or so she seemed.
Maybe I'm a lousy lay, or maybe I was a lousy lay for her.
Different girls want, and expect, different things. One girl
might like getting spanked, and another girl might say,
"Don't hit me," when you try to land your hand on her butt.
I don't care how my fingernails look, but some women do.
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To those of you who say that I ask too many questions: "Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning."
-- Albert Einstein
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The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant
I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
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She's got a book. One hundred pages of it are about sex: how to; a wide number of different positions; cautions. She says that I already know all of it, but she is going to read it and come well-prepared to serve me.
"We are doing the pants-less dance right now."--a guy named Cost Cutter
And now...after Black Flag...a little Steve Perry lead Journey.
I jumped off the roof, today
and learned that I could fly.
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I just came up with a concept that could help The Poor: Nude Poverty. We could start with a calendar of naked homeless people. Do you think that it would sell? If it did, we could give the profits to The Poor. Republicans often say that the poor are lazy. Here is a way that they could work for their supper. I bet that a calendar full of naked homeless folk would please The Republicans.
The new day has arrived: 12:32 am. Yes, it is here. Try to get as much happiness out of it as possible. I will "see" you tomorrow(which is today). Good Night. God Bless. Sweet Dreams.
Dear God: Thanks for making this a pleasurable day!
Check out The Mikel K Minute on The Worldwidehippies.com News.
Special thanks to Just Joan for doing the Kamera work on The Minute!
Peace and Love,
Mikel K
I can't believe that I haven't been discovered yet!
Satan sips from the same fast food sodas as you,
if he sips from any sodas at all.
I'm a bum. My father said that I would be a bum. He started telling me that at a very young age.
I don't know how he knew it. He also said that I would never own a pot to piss in. He was
right, the only pots that I need are a couple in the kitchen to cook my own food on. He also said to me that, "Only one in a million make it at that game; and I don't think that you have it in you," after I had told him that I wanted to be a writer. My father has been dead for quite awhile now, but I send a shout out to his grave to tell him that he was wrong!!!
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"We are tired of your abuse; try to stop us it's no use."--Black Flag
"Her stomach makes noises whenever we kiss."--Variation on a John Prine theme
Writer interviewed on CNN: " We don't have to marry like we once had to. I am glad that I never married the wrong man, because a lot of that happens."
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Geez. SingleMingle.com, a Christian dating service, claims that they can find you, "the match that God intended for you." Got to love, err suspect, a group claiming that they can invoke Divine Intervention once they have your credit card.
Nancy J Howard: There are many organizations like that.
Bill Burke: Even God prefers people with money.
Mikel K Poet Yes, Bill; if you have nice clothes, and a nice car, or two, and several houses with pools, and you live them with The Church, when you die, you will certainly rise above.
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I believe that a victory is something
that makes me smile, and doesn't necessarily
have to make someone frown.
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The quality of the English tea time tea that I make fluctuates. Sometimes I put too much milk in it; sometimes, I make it too hot, but I just made a perfect cup of tea, and I am going to enjoy a chocolate peanut butter ice cream bar with it. Sometimes, life is just so darn easy!
When I was a kid, I used to watch The Ranger Andy Show. I watched it all
the time, and then decided that I wanted to be on it. It was a local show,
and Ranger Andy was the nicest guy that I had ever met. When I went down
to the show and met him, he was mean to me. That really surprised me. To
this day I think that Ranger Andy was an asshole.
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I detest Ted Nugent, I can't stand Kiss, and I HATE Led Zepplin.
"Six Pack," "Wasted," and "Nervous Breakdown," are some great songs with fantastic titles; doncha think? Yeah Black Flag.
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She was really weird about sex. At least, she was very weird
about sex with me. She was into it, at first, or so she seemed.
Maybe I'm a lousy lay, or maybe I was a lousy lay for her.
Different girls want, and expect, different things. One girl
might like getting spanked, and another girl might say,
"Don't hit me," when you try to land your hand on her butt.
I don't care how my fingernails look, but some women do.
-----------------------------------
To those of you who say that I ask too many questions: "Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning."
-- Albert Einstein
-----------------------------------
The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant
I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
--------------------------------------
She's got a book. One hundred pages of it are about sex: how to; a wide number of different positions; cautions. She says that I already know all of it, but she is going to read it and come well-prepared to serve me.
"We are doing the pants-less dance right now."--a guy named Cost Cutter
And now...after Black Flag...a little Steve Perry lead Journey.
I jumped off the roof, today
and learned that I could fly.
---------------------------------------
I just came up with a concept that could help The Poor: Nude Poverty. We could start with a calendar of naked homeless people. Do you think that it would sell? If it did, we could give the profits to The Poor. Republicans often say that the poor are lazy. Here is a way that they could work for their supper. I bet that a calendar full of naked homeless folk would please The Republicans.
The new day has arrived: 12:32 am. Yes, it is here. Try to get as much happiness out of it as possible. I will "see" you tomorrow(which is today). Good Night. God Bless. Sweet Dreams.
Dear God: Thanks for making this a pleasurable day!
Check out The Mikel K Minute on The Worldwidehippies.com News.
Special thanks to Just Joan for doing the Kamera work on The Minute!
Peace and Love,
Mikel K
Monday, October 10, 2011
When the going gets weird #3
Do you know where your Revolution is today?
Poet Mikel K tells it like it is; or at least how K sees it.
I see nothing. I say nothing. I know nothing.
My beard has gotten long enough where I can swallow it, just like I sometimes do my hair.
"Well-said, Mikel. Poignant and to-the-point, yet kind.--Lisa Nanette Allender
Allegra Bailey: "Lol...your words eternal lmao...not u passing....roflmao."
The milk man had something attached to his telephone, and we were all able to pay by credit card. It made me think that I hadn't seen a Cadillac with a Dead Head Sticker in a long while. The times they were certainly, uh, changing.
My dog, Morrison is a consistent mooch, hovering about the kitchen whenever I am in there, acting aloof, like he is near the refrigerator for love, and not scraps pf food.
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Look for Mikel K's Flick, "More Hair," on Mikel K Poet's You Tube Channel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy2K-zubUC8
Also Check Out Sly and The Family Stone at Woodstock.
He wants to take you higher, though now he lives in a van.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ig-6f0g55c
Axl will never capture The Greatness of His Youth. Can you blame him for trying? I think that sometimes it is best to retire Ahead Of The Game! Here he is, as a kid, performing the song,
"November Rain," with The Real Guns N Roses, and Elton John. (Hey, didn't this performance ocurr
around the time that Axl was accused of not speaking nicely of Gay People?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLoQteiJNOU
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There is this really cool bug crawling on my desk.
It's 2 a.m. I used to be lonely at this time of day, or drunk.
I have a friend in jail; it's really a bummer.
If I had a spare three grand I'd get him out.
I would have to lecture him a bit, though,
once I did; I'd have to tell him that he hasn't grown,
that he is still doing the same shit that he did
as a kid when I met him. I thought the behavior
was exciting then. I'm old now; I think differently.
Some of us are much better off with the bottle laid down.
I'm listening to Bob Dylan sing "Hurricane." Did Rueben Carter get out of jail, and if he did, how did the rest of his life turn out? Are you a leader or a bum? In 18 years, I will be as old as my father was when he had the heart attack that killed him. Will I live that long? Is Rueben still alive? Did Bob Dylan's song help spring him, if indeed he got sprung? There is Google. There is no excuse for ever again not knowing something. You can look up anything on Google. My computer is a competitor to Google, sometimes. It keeps me on Bing. Fuck Bing; I like Google.
From what I can tell, The Koch Brothers have a lot to do with this drive to eliminate The Middle Class, make us all poor, take away any benefits that the poor get now, and completely destitute us all. What are they; Fascist Nazis?
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What's the solution to war?
What's the solution to war?
We should send old men and old women
to war, let them kill themselves off
in the name of bigger cars and better
air-conditioning.
Let the congressmen and the kings,
the presidents and the heads of state
pull out guns and knives and battle
to the death.
Why should my son or daughter fight
for you, you fucking cowards, you killers,
you creeps.
You hide behind your hallow halls,
you hide behind your laws that money buys.
I want you out in the open
looking down the barrel of a gun,
see what my son would see,
before he pulled the trigger,
a man just like himself,
scared just like himself,
put there just like himself
by a man like you.
The blood that spills
the guts that pour
should be yours, Mr. President.
The guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Speaker of the House.
The brains that splat,
the guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Senator.
Teenagers should not be killing teenagers,
they should be studying math.
or tearing down an engine,
or hitchhiking through Europe.
War is not a game of chess.
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The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant
I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
--Mikel K
Help keep the lights on:
www.mikelk.com
Buy a K Book:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
Peace and Love.
"Keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching
for The Stars."--Casey Kasem
I must end the paragraph that I am working on now; for my pillow calls to me.
Good Night. I Love You. Sweet Dreams.
Do you know where your Revolution is today?
Poet Mikel K tells it like it is; or at least how K sees it.
I see nothing. I say nothing. I know nothing.
My beard has gotten long enough where I can swallow it, just like I sometimes do my hair.
"Well-said, Mikel. Poignant and to-the-point, yet kind.--Lisa Nanette Allender
Allegra Bailey: "Lol...your words eternal lmao...not u passing....roflmao."
The milk man had something attached to his telephone, and we were all able to pay by credit card. It made me think that I hadn't seen a Cadillac with a Dead Head Sticker in a long while. The times they were certainly, uh, changing.
My dog, Morrison is a consistent mooch, hovering about the kitchen whenever I am in there, acting aloof, like he is near the refrigerator for love, and not scraps pf food.
------------------------------------
Look for Mikel K's Flick, "More Hair," on Mikel K Poet's You Tube Channel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy2K-zubUC8
Also Check Out Sly and The Family Stone at Woodstock.
He wants to take you higher, though now he lives in a van.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ig-6f0g55c
Axl will never capture The Greatness of His Youth. Can you blame him for trying? I think that sometimes it is best to retire Ahead Of The Game! Here he is, as a kid, performing the song,
"November Rain," with The Real Guns N Roses, and Elton John. (Hey, didn't this performance ocurr
around the time that Axl was accused of not speaking nicely of Gay People?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLoQteiJNOU
-------------------------------------------------
There is this really cool bug crawling on my desk.
It's 2 a.m. I used to be lonely at this time of day, or drunk.
I have a friend in jail; it's really a bummer.
If I had a spare three grand I'd get him out.
I would have to lecture him a bit, though,
once I did; I'd have to tell him that he hasn't grown,
that he is still doing the same shit that he did
as a kid when I met him. I thought the behavior
was exciting then. I'm old now; I think differently.
Some of us are much better off with the bottle laid down.
I'm listening to Bob Dylan sing "Hurricane." Did Rueben Carter get out of jail, and if he did, how did the rest of his life turn out? Are you a leader or a bum? In 18 years, I will be as old as my father was when he had the heart attack that killed him. Will I live that long? Is Rueben still alive? Did Bob Dylan's song help spring him, if indeed he got sprung? There is Google. There is no excuse for ever again not knowing something. You can look up anything on Google. My computer is a competitor to Google, sometimes. It keeps me on Bing. Fuck Bing; I like Google.
From what I can tell, The Koch Brothers have a lot to do with this drive to eliminate The Middle Class, make us all poor, take away any benefits that the poor get now, and completely destitute us all. What are they; Fascist Nazis?
---------------------------
What's the solution to war?
What's the solution to war?
We should send old men and old women
to war, let them kill themselves off
in the name of bigger cars and better
air-conditioning.
Let the congressmen and the kings,
the presidents and the heads of state
pull out guns and knives and battle
to the death.
Why should my son or daughter fight
for you, you fucking cowards, you killers,
you creeps.
You hide behind your hallow halls,
you hide behind your laws that money buys.
I want you out in the open
looking down the barrel of a gun,
see what my son would see,
before he pulled the trigger,
a man just like himself,
scared just like himself,
put there just like himself
by a man like you.
The blood that spills
the guts that pour
should be yours, Mr. President.
The guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Speaker of the House.
The brains that splat,
the guts that pour,
the blood that spills
should be yours, Senator.
Teenagers should not be killing teenagers,
they should be studying math.
or tearing down an engine,
or hitchhiking through Europe.
War is not a game of chess.
------------------------------
The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant
I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
--Mikel K
Help keep the lights on:
www.mikelk.com
Buy a K Book:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
Peace and Love.
"Keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching
for The Stars."--Casey Kasem
I must end the paragraph that I am working on now; for my pillow calls to me.
Good Night. I Love You. Sweet Dreams.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
When The Going Gets Weird #2
The secret is to look like Halloween when it is Christmas.
The whole world needs to stick its finger down its throat and purge from its old way of existence. It'll be just like starting over," John Lennon might have said.
"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose."--Bob Dylan, who, now, has a lot to lose.
Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost my job.
The world owes me nothing because I'm here.(I really have to keep reminding myself of this, over and over. I love to sit on my pity pot). When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, you are fucking crying alone.
I often walk about the city attached to dogs in one hand, and a bag of shit in the other.
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar
Let's pretend that we don t have a soul,
that we don t know what s going on,
that as long as we keep paying the mortgage
that everything will be o.k.
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar,
and that people with millions, and billions of dollars
will act in our childrens' best interest.
See my child.
See him grow.
I don't want him to go to war.
No, no, no.
Let's pretend that if we close our eyes,
they won t cheat us blind,
that after all this time of screwing us
that they will now suddenly play fair.
Let's pretend that if it s happening over there,
it can t happen here.
Let's pretend that the religious man on the t.v.
doesn't just want our dollars,
and that politicians are not sleeping
with the chairmen of the board
Let's pretend that ketchup is a vegetable,
and that the homeless person is happy
living on the street.
Let's pretend that we don't need clean sea water,
and that it's o.k. that our rivers are polluted, too.
Let's pretend that three corporations owning
all the news outlets is the best way
to disseminate information.
Let's pretend that there really is a Santa Claus,
and that he will tell us what to do.
Everything might be better if I knew how to play the guitar.
I think that "A Revolution," has to target specific things; like my electric bill is way too fucking high, and Ga. Power probably makes a fuck load of money, so they should be attacked peacefully, and made to make less like so many other monopolies, or at least be made to make my bill way less. A bunch of burnouts, and malcontents gathering in parks across the country is going to do nothing, if The Revolution is generic. Getting arrested does nothing to set anyone free. Have there been any major changes to our way of life since The Protests began?
The secret is to look like Halloween when it is Christmas.
The whole world needs to stick its finger down its throat and purge from its old way of existence. It'll be just like starting over," John Lennon might have said.
"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose."--Bob Dylan, who, now, has a lot to lose.
Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost my job.
The world owes me nothing because I'm here.(I really have to keep reminding myself of this, over and over. I love to sit on my pity pot). When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, you are fucking crying alone.
I often walk about the city attached to dogs in one hand, and a bag of shit in the other.
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar
Let's pretend that we don t have a soul,
that we don t know what s going on,
that as long as we keep paying the mortgage
that everything will be o.k.
Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar,
and that people with millions, and billions of dollars
will act in our childrens' best interest.
See my child.
See him grow.
I don't want him to go to war.
No, no, no.
Let's pretend that if we close our eyes,
they won t cheat us blind,
that after all this time of screwing us
that they will now suddenly play fair.
Let's pretend that if it s happening over there,
it can t happen here.
Let's pretend that the religious man on the t.v.
doesn't just want our dollars,
and that politicians are not sleeping
with the chairmen of the board
Let's pretend that ketchup is a vegetable,
and that the homeless person is happy
living on the street.
Let's pretend that we don't need clean sea water,
and that it's o.k. that our rivers are polluted, too.
Let's pretend that three corporations owning
all the news outlets is the best way
to disseminate information.
Let's pretend that there really is a Santa Claus,
and that he will tell us what to do.
Everything might be better if I knew how to play the guitar.
I think that "A Revolution," has to target specific things; like my electric bill is way too fucking high, and Ga. Power probably makes a fuck load of money, so they should be attacked peacefully, and made to make less like so many other monopolies, or at least be made to make my bill way less. A bunch of burnouts, and malcontents gathering in parks across the country is going to do nothing, if The Revolution is generic. Getting arrested does nothing to set anyone free. Have there been any major changes to our way of life since The Protests began?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tell us why you are unsubscribing from receiving email from Barak Obama?
The President is not standing up to The Republicans. He is a weak leader, and I am not sure that I support him, anymore. God Bless him.
I am listening to Widespread Panic, as I seek a recipe via Google, on the internet, for a homemade spaghetti sauce. I am thankful to be alive. I have finished my coffee. No poems have arrived yet this morning. The dogs, cats, and turtles are quiet. They know that I am going back to sleep. God Bless everybody.
I see it, too; I see the look in your eyes
it is not one of love; it is one of surprise.
I am free: I've gone this far, and I'm going to keep on going.
All my dreams have not come true, but really special things
have happened along the way that I could not have predicted
that I could not have wished for because I would not have
thought that they could happen to me.
I'm jamming to my own tune, and soon
you will be jamming to my tune, too.
I hear a drum
it is a different drum.
Up at 6:40am to a cat, Kobain, on my chest pushing his head into my hand demanding to be petted. Sat up to find two dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanding to be petted. It's a real zoo around here. The turtles, and my other cat, Jaggar, make no such demands. It's good to be alive.
The President is not standing up to The Republicans. He is a weak leader, and I am not sure that I support him, anymore. God Bless him.
I am listening to Widespread Panic, as I seek a recipe via Google, on the internet, for a homemade spaghetti sauce. I am thankful to be alive. I have finished my coffee. No poems have arrived yet this morning. The dogs, cats, and turtles are quiet. They know that I am going back to sleep. God Bless everybody.
I see it, too; I see the look in your eyes
it is not one of love; it is one of surprise.
I am free: I've gone this far, and I'm going to keep on going.
All my dreams have not come true, but really special things
have happened along the way that I could not have predicted
that I could not have wished for because I would not have
thought that they could happen to me.
I'm jamming to my own tune, and soon
you will be jamming to my tune, too.
I hear a drum
it is a different drum.
Up at 6:40am to a cat, Kobain, on my chest pushing his head into my hand demanding to be petted. Sat up to find two dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanding to be petted. It's a real zoo around here. The turtles, and my other cat, Jaggar, make no such demands. It's good to be alive.
Monday, September 26, 2011
KTV: The Written Version
By Mikel K
Do I know you, or are you a porn site, or a virus?
Mikel K: "Man of a trillion words."--Lisa Zaran
She'd rather slide her fingers up and down her guitar
than through any man's hair.
No one can take your picture; you have to give it to them.
After a successful night of sleep, I wake refreshed. When I lay down, last night, I was exhausted. The process of rejuvenation via sleep is amazing. I had some weird dreams which did not steal a quality rest from me. Where would we be without sleep?
The trash men were amazing this morning. One of my neighbors moved out(without saying goodbye=bummer)and left a load of crap on the side of the street. Usually, the trash men will only pick up trash that is inside trash cans, but today they scooped up all the debris on the side of the street, including an old, old television. I waved at them, and hollered thanks. They waved back, and smiled.
Tony Paris sent a shout out to The Lord, this morning, thanking him for coffee. I thank The Lord for Tony Pars, and his talented writing ability, and agree with Tony that coffee is King!
My friend, April, and I, are going to have coffee, this afternoon. April is a devout Conservative Republican, and I have been accused of being a bleeding heart liberal. Somehow, we stay away from the issues that would break the friendship, and I am glad for that.
People of diverse opinions should be able to dialogue. I, myself, tend to have a fat head, and do not want to hear much of what some opposing views have to say. Excuse me for that, but if you sound like you are brain washed by Sean Hannity, and or, Rush Limbaugh, and or claim Tea Party affiliation, I won't have much time, or patience, for you.
My cup of coffee, this morning, is excellent. It runneth over with peace, and love, as I hope your day does.
I am trying to order glasses online. They want my Pupillary Distance, and I don't know it. I got a blank stare, and a run around on my first two calls to my Eye Doctor's office, and have, now, asked for a call back from him directly. Surely, My PD must be in my file.
I just had my last two bites of the most recent banana bread that I have baked. It was sad to see this cake go. Each one that I bake is better than the last. Yummy, I say; yummy!!
If I had a car, I wouldn't want a bigger car; but I have a big desk, and I want a bigger one. That is from The Who Really Cares Dept.
Up at 9:11am My pretty kitty, almost famous cat, Kobain, demanded that I start our day by petting him, which I did; and then, before I could get out of the bed, my dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanded that I pet them, also. I am getting a new floor, here at the abode, soon, and I am so excited to be rid of this nasty carpet, and to have a more user friendly floor for cats, and dogs. I love my landlady!
I hate when there are coffee grinds in what is usually that last beautiful sip from a delicious cup of caffeine.
By Mikel K
Do I know you, or are you a porn site, or a virus?
Mikel K: "Man of a trillion words."--Lisa Zaran
She'd rather slide her fingers up and down her guitar
than through any man's hair.
No one can take your picture; you have to give it to them.
After a successful night of sleep, I wake refreshed. When I lay down, last night, I was exhausted. The process of rejuvenation via sleep is amazing. I had some weird dreams which did not steal a quality rest from me. Where would we be without sleep?
The trash men were amazing this morning. One of my neighbors moved out(without saying goodbye=bummer)and left a load of crap on the side of the street. Usually, the trash men will only pick up trash that is inside trash cans, but today they scooped up all the debris on the side of the street, including an old, old television. I waved at them, and hollered thanks. They waved back, and smiled.
Tony Paris sent a shout out to The Lord, this morning, thanking him for coffee. I thank The Lord for Tony Pars, and his talented writing ability, and agree with Tony that coffee is King!
My friend, April, and I, are going to have coffee, this afternoon. April is a devout Conservative Republican, and I have been accused of being a bleeding heart liberal. Somehow, we stay away from the issues that would break the friendship, and I am glad for that.
People of diverse opinions should be able to dialogue. I, myself, tend to have a fat head, and do not want to hear much of what some opposing views have to say. Excuse me for that, but if you sound like you are brain washed by Sean Hannity, and or, Rush Limbaugh, and or claim Tea Party affiliation, I won't have much time, or patience, for you.
My cup of coffee, this morning, is excellent. It runneth over with peace, and love, as I hope your day does.
I am trying to order glasses online. They want my Pupillary Distance, and I don't know it. I got a blank stare, and a run around on my first two calls to my Eye Doctor's office, and have, now, asked for a call back from him directly. Surely, My PD must be in my file.
I just had my last two bites of the most recent banana bread that I have baked. It was sad to see this cake go. Each one that I bake is better than the last. Yummy, I say; yummy!!
If I had a car, I wouldn't want a bigger car; but I have a big desk, and I want a bigger one. That is from The Who Really Cares Dept.
Up at 9:11am My pretty kitty, almost famous cat, Kobain, demanded that I start our day by petting him, which I did; and then, before I could get out of the bed, my dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanded that I pet them, also. I am getting a new floor, here at the abode, soon, and I am so excited to be rid of this nasty carpet, and to have a more user friendly floor for cats, and dogs. I love my landlady!
I hate when there are coffee grinds in what is usually that last beautiful sip from a delicious cup of caffeine.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
When I was younger I once woke up on a couch in the house next to the house where I was supposed to be on the couch. Looking up at those folks who wondered who the hell I was, and why I was on their couch, was truly a weird experience. I had been drinking, heavily, the night before!
Fame is spending a lot of time trying to figure out how to attract people to you, and then, once you have, figuring out how to avoid them.
Fame is spending a lot of time trying to figure out how to attract people to you, and then, once you have, figuring out how to avoid them.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I went to The Horror Show, last night, and I was standing in front of a cage that held two men covered in blood, who were cutting up humans, and eating them. As I was looking at this very morbid scene, one of the men looked up from the arm that he was gnawing on, reached his hand through the opening in the cage, and said, "Hey Mikel!!"
I'm listening to the new Melissa Johanna cd, "Box of Stars," and I am thinking about how I want a garden, but my home doesn't have enough sunshine to support tomatoes, and other vegetables that I could chew on; so I plant flowers, but flowers disappear too fast, and make me sad when they are gone, so, now, I have ferns, and, today, I just bought a dracaena sanderiana, and a unidentified leafy plant. My plants make me happy, like my pets; if only they could bottle the feeling that they give me.
The world owes me nothing because I'm here.(I really have to keep reminding myself of this, over and over. I love to sit on my pity pot. When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, you are fucking crying alone.)
She took the phone that she had given me, but left the flowers that I had given her. It's all becomes a blur, and soon you don't remember what you were pissed off about, but you realize that the fact that you kept getting pissed off means that she is not the gal for you. I just met a nice lady; she is broke, bi-polar, hears voices, and is a year off of crack.
I often walk about the city attached to dogs in one hand, and a bag of shit in the other.
I'm listening to the new Melissa Johanna cd, "Box of Stars," and I am thinking about how I want a garden, but my home doesn't have enough sunshine to support tomatoes, and other vegetables that I could chew on; so I plant flowers, but flowers disappear too fast, and make me sad when they are gone, so, now, I have ferns, and, today, I just bought a dracaena sanderiana, and a unidentified leafy plant. My plants make me happy, like my pets; if only they could bottle the feeling that they give me.
The world owes me nothing because I'm here.(I really have to keep reminding myself of this, over and over. I love to sit on my pity pot. When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, you are fucking crying alone.)
She took the phone that she had given me, but left the flowers that I had given her. It's all becomes a blur, and soon you don't remember what you were pissed off about, but you realize that the fact that you kept getting pissed off means that she is not the gal for you. I just met a nice lady; she is broke, bi-polar, hears voices, and is a year off of crack.
I often walk about the city attached to dogs in one hand, and a bag of shit in the other.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Is outraged pacifists an oxymoron?
I love it when my computer is moving FAST!!
I am going to make chili, today write some great poems, and go to Yoga class. I will love on my dogs, cats, and turtles, and give praise that I am alive.
Everything might be better if I knew how to play the guitar.
Today, I want to be somewhere else(I don't know where),
but I haven't got the price of admission, so my mind
will have to carry me where my wallet can't.
There is a lot going on here, that isn't going on there.
I love it when my computer is moving FAST!!
I am going to make chili, today write some great poems, and go to Yoga class. I will love on my dogs, cats, and turtles, and give praise that I am alive.
Everything might be better if I knew how to play the guitar.
Today, I want to be somewhere else(I don't know where),
but I haven't got the price of admission, so my mind
will have to carry me where my wallet can't.
There is a lot going on here, that isn't going on there.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me.
I am standing in the kitchen. The Cure are playing. As the singer sings, "I will always love you," I realize that Henry, the great Great Dane has situated his head under my hand, and that I am scratching him. I look up, and see Morisson, my dog, standing in in front of me with a somber look on his face, as if he is asking me if I will always love him. Yes, Morrison, I will always love you!
Someone gave me this really neat cat bed, but my cats never use it. I was just feeding the turtles, about to end the day, and I looked over and saw Kobain curled up in the cat bed! I'm glad that I didn't find another home for that cat bed. Henry has taken over Anna's bed, leaving Anna to sleep on the floor, which doesn't please me, as Henry is 2 years old, and Anna is 10. Respect your elders, unless they prove that they don't deserve it.
Up at 4:45. I have no wet cat food, so I gave the cats some cat treats. I am thankful that my cats are thankful for whatever cat food like thing that I put in their bowls in the morning. The dogs are still crashed, except for Mr. Energy Henry. What a beautiful day. Thank you, Lord, for this gift of life.
I'm listening to The Jefferson Airplane, and am watching the turtles. It seems like I should be doing more, like writing a poem, or making a million dollars, but I'm not; I am just listening to music, and watching my turtles, and I'm ok with that. The turtles are really fun to watch, and I love music. Love you.
Up at 7:22 I just caught Morrison licking one of the cat's bowls, which is a "no." Henry is home, next door, but he is barking up a storm, so I'll probably have to go get him, and bring him over here, which is why he is barking: he loves to visit us. I had the most vivid dream about my good friend, Dale W. Miller, and his family, last night. I'd love to fly out soon and see them. Today is a brand new day, and I am so glad to be here to see it. Amen.
I think that I have no right to get bent out of shape when my internet is down, when there are soldiers dying in the battlefield, when there are homeless on the street, when there are mentally ill who could be helped, but they resist treatment.
I'm starting my day with Phish, and coffee; music, and caffeine are often the way that I get things going around here. People have been asking about Kobain; he has settled back into the routine of this abode. What a happy cat he is; what a happy cat he has always been.
I think that bragging about your drinking is an incredibly boring, and stupid, thing to do. If you really drank too much, you wouldn't brag about it. Those that brag about it are rank amateurs.
I'm about to take the #2 bus into Little Five Points. I wonder if I will run into anyone that I know; I used to know everyone there. They called me The Mayor.
Just in from a quick trip to Little Five Points . My credit union is there.
I don t much find reason to hang out in Little Five Points, these days;
not like in the way past, where I used to sit on a bench outside the
pizza place, and drink quarts of beer from a bottle buried in a brown paper bag.
When you are young you never thing that you will be old. I am old, and can't believe that I was young, and survived it.
Dear Mikel,
Thank you for your email. Your order has not shipped yet, because your last name was listed as K. Our system rejected that. I have adjusted your name and forwarded your order to the shipping department.
Best regards,
Marita
Customer Care Specialist
I might start drinking my coffee without cream. I ran out of cream a few days ago, and I have been drinking it black; I add a few ice cubes, and some stevia is all.
I wish that I had something profound to say, today; but I can't think much past cats, dog, turtles, and coffee.
I am standing in the kitchen. The Cure are playing. As the singer sings, "I will always love you," I realize that Henry, the great Great Dane has situated his head under my hand, and that I am scratching him. I look up, and see Morisson, my dog, standing in in front of me with a somber look on his face, as if he is asking me if I will always love him. Yes, Morrison, I will always love you!
Someone gave me this really neat cat bed, but my cats never use it. I was just feeding the turtles, about to end the day, and I looked over and saw Kobain curled up in the cat bed! I'm glad that I didn't find another home for that cat bed. Henry has taken over Anna's bed, leaving Anna to sleep on the floor, which doesn't please me, as Henry is 2 years old, and Anna is 10. Respect your elders, unless they prove that they don't deserve it.
Up at 4:45. I have no wet cat food, so I gave the cats some cat treats. I am thankful that my cats are thankful for whatever cat food like thing that I put in their bowls in the morning. The dogs are still crashed, except for Mr. Energy Henry. What a beautiful day. Thank you, Lord, for this gift of life.
I'm listening to The Jefferson Airplane, and am watching the turtles. It seems like I should be doing more, like writing a poem, or making a million dollars, but I'm not; I am just listening to music, and watching my turtles, and I'm ok with that. The turtles are really fun to watch, and I love music. Love you.
Up at 7:22 I just caught Morrison licking one of the cat's bowls, which is a "no." Henry is home, next door, but he is barking up a storm, so I'll probably have to go get him, and bring him over here, which is why he is barking: he loves to visit us. I had the most vivid dream about my good friend, Dale W. Miller, and his family, last night. I'd love to fly out soon and see them. Today is a brand new day, and I am so glad to be here to see it. Amen.
I think that I have no right to get bent out of shape when my internet is down, when there are soldiers dying in the battlefield, when there are homeless on the street, when there are mentally ill who could be helped, but they resist treatment.
I'm starting my day with Phish, and coffee; music, and caffeine are often the way that I get things going around here. People have been asking about Kobain; he has settled back into the routine of this abode. What a happy cat he is; what a happy cat he has always been.
I think that bragging about your drinking is an incredibly boring, and stupid, thing to do. If you really drank too much, you wouldn't brag about it. Those that brag about it are rank amateurs.
I'm about to take the #2 bus into Little Five Points. I wonder if I will run into anyone that I know; I used to know everyone there. They called me The Mayor.
Just in from a quick trip to Little Five Points . My credit union is there.
I don t much find reason to hang out in Little Five Points, these days;
not like in the way past, where I used to sit on a bench outside the
pizza place, and drink quarts of beer from a bottle buried in a brown paper bag.
When you are young you never thing that you will be old. I am old, and can't believe that I was young, and survived it.
Dear Mikel,
Thank you for your email. Your order has not shipped yet, because your last name was listed as K. Our system rejected that. I have adjusted your name and forwarded your order to the shipping department.
Best regards,
Marita
Customer Care Specialist
I might start drinking my coffee without cream. I ran out of cream a few days ago, and I have been drinking it black; I add a few ice cubes, and some stevia is all.
I wish that I had something profound to say, today; but I can't think much past cats, dog, turtles, and coffee.
Friday, September 16, 2011
“The tendency to turn human judgments into divine commands makes religion one of the most dangerous forces in the world.”--Georgia Harkness
The phone that I washed, about a week ago, is working, again, tonight. Mind you, it is not working like a brand new phone, but it is working. Will it improve with age, from here on in, or get worse. Time will tell.
I made a new batch of chili, tonight. Upon first taste, when it was hot, I thought that I had finally failed to make a great batch of chili, but when it cooled down some, I found that I had a tasty treat on my tongue.
Up at 7:33am. Henry, once again, crawled onto the foot of my bed, and was my sleeping partner, last night. You have not lived until you have slept with a Great Dane! Kobain is adjusting nicely to home life. It is as if he doesn't even remember being a Huge Superstar for a couple of days. I'm going to see my young friend, Molly, play softball, today. I am really looking forward to that!
Tic tacs, and coffee, don't work all that well together.
I like to make circular coffee stains in the notebooks that I write poetry in with the bottom of my coffee cups.
Dunkin Donuts just sent me a coupon for a free coffee, which is nice. Why don't multi-billion dollar companies ever give anything back? Why do they just take, and take, take? Why does the butterfly whisper at night when nobody is listening?
The phone that I washed, about a week ago, is working, again, tonight. Mind you, it is not working like a brand new phone, but it is working. Will it improve with age, from here on in, or get worse. Time will tell.
I made a new batch of chili, tonight. Upon first taste, when it was hot, I thought that I had finally failed to make a great batch of chili, but when it cooled down some, I found that I had a tasty treat on my tongue.
Up at 7:33am. Henry, once again, crawled onto the foot of my bed, and was my sleeping partner, last night. You have not lived until you have slept with a Great Dane! Kobain is adjusting nicely to home life. It is as if he doesn't even remember being a Huge Superstar for a couple of days. I'm going to see my young friend, Molly, play softball, today. I am really looking forward to that!
Tic tacs, and coffee, don't work all that well together.
I like to make circular coffee stains in the notebooks that I write poetry in with the bottom of my coffee cups.
Dunkin Donuts just sent me a coupon for a free coffee, which is nice. Why don't multi-billion dollar companies ever give anything back? Why do they just take, and take, take? Why does the butterfly whisper at night when nobody is listening?
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Kobain is going to be a star. He was cast in a commercial that will be shot over the next two days. I have long seen the star potential in my cat, and I am glad that he, uh errrrr, I am finally going to get paid for it. I'm trying to think of something special to give this cat who is keeping our lights on this month. What do you give to a Super Star Kitty?
Monday, September 12, 2011
For Kobain, freedom's not just a word
"You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me."
Up at 6:22 am I scratch the cat for a moment or two, pet the heads of Dylan, and Morrison, who are waiting, wagging tails by the bed. For a brief moment, I feel dread, but I pray and the feeling goes away. I feed the turtles, and the cats, and my day is started. Amen.
This morning, I get so wrapped up in The Word that I forget about The Nectar that I have concocted that sits waiting patiently on the kitchen counter. The coffee needs to be zapped in the microwave for 45 seconds because I have neglected it. The beverage does not let me down when I push the button on the machine, pull it out, and put it to my lips. That first sip makes me happy.
Another day is starting; I realize that I am super blessed to be alive, and that any perceived problem is easily surmountable while I have the gift of life.
Kobain, the cat, was scratching on the porch screen trying to find a way out into the outside world. When that didn't work, he tried to roll under the small crack under The Love Porch door. Then he went behind some luggage being stored on the porch to see if there was a way out there. He is starting to whine, like he used to in the old days, to get me to let him out.
This experiment about letting him onto The Love Porch may have failed. Kobain has a strong desire for freedom, but I will not give it to him. I don't want him to get splatted by a car, like my Madonna did so many years ago.
This is part of a conversation that I had with a lady from Sindh, Pakistan, today, who is on my Facebook List. Her question as to why Americans are afraid of Muslims is not one that I am going to answer right away. I would like to see what you, my Facebook Friends, have to say about it.
A lady in Pakistan asks: "Americans are afraid of Muslims. Why?"
Rajper: Our onion crop is affected from the rain
K: Not good.
R: People are living on the roads; and animals, and people,
are dead in the large number.
K: That is very sad.
R: Do you know anything about Sindh?
K: I'm sure that it is beautiful.
R: Yes, Sindhi and its culture are 5000 old.
You can come visit it. We hate American Government
policies, but her people are innocent; we understand
K: Thanks, and I hear you.
R: Americans are afraid of Muslims. Why?
As I was walking a delicious cup of coffee from the kitchen to The Love Porch, I noticed Shawtie laying next to Dylan. Not only was Shawtie laying next to Dylan, but she was licking Dylan on the face. Often, Shawtie attacks Dylan, so I really wonder what has brought about this turnabout, and how long it will last.
I posted an ad to Craig's List, tonight, looking for an assistant. Do you think that I will get any bites??
Poet Seeks Assistant (Midtown by Piedmont Park)
Date: 2011-09-12, 6:49PM EDT
Reply to: mikelkpoet@yahoo.com
Poet seeks assistant. I need somone to organize over 13,000 poems that I have written,
and get them in a publishable form. I can' pay you, but I will let you walk my dogs,
and clean my office, on occasion. This is a labor of love; you must love my poetry.
And my dogs. And my office.
Thanks
Mikel K
PS You can find me as mikelkpoet on Facebook
(Won't that be fun!)
Goodbye Border's on Ponce; goodbye.
I was saddened to stick my nose on the window of what used to be the Border;s Bookstore on Ponce, yesterday, and not see a single book in the very empty space. For years, I had wandered the aisles of that bookstore, both as a customer, and as a person using the space as if it was a library, where I could read for hours in the coffee shop, and not buy a single thing; and then for a year as an employee in the coffee shop, dispensing coffee drinks, and smiles to other customers. Goodbye Border's on Ponce; goodbye.
All photos of Mikel K by Just Joan
"You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me."
Up at 6:22 am I scratch the cat for a moment or two, pet the heads of Dylan, and Morrison, who are waiting, wagging tails by the bed. For a brief moment, I feel dread, but I pray and the feeling goes away. I feed the turtles, and the cats, and my day is started. Amen.
This morning, I get so wrapped up in The Word that I forget about The Nectar that I have concocted that sits waiting patiently on the kitchen counter. The coffee needs to be zapped in the microwave for 45 seconds because I have neglected it. The beverage does not let me down when I push the button on the machine, pull it out, and put it to my lips. That first sip makes me happy.
Another day is starting; I realize that I am super blessed to be alive, and that any perceived problem is easily surmountable while I have the gift of life.
Kobain, the cat, was scratching on the porch screen trying to find a way out into the outside world. When that didn't work, he tried to roll under the small crack under The Love Porch door. Then he went behind some luggage being stored on the porch to see if there was a way out there. He is starting to whine, like he used to in the old days, to get me to let him out.
This experiment about letting him onto The Love Porch may have failed. Kobain has a strong desire for freedom, but I will not give it to him. I don't want him to get splatted by a car, like my Madonna did so many years ago.
This is part of a conversation that I had with a lady from Sindh, Pakistan, today, who is on my Facebook List. Her question as to why Americans are afraid of Muslims is not one that I am going to answer right away. I would like to see what you, my Facebook Friends, have to say about it.
A lady in Pakistan asks: "Americans are afraid of Muslims. Why?"
Rajper: Our onion crop is affected from the rain
K: Not good.
R: People are living on the roads; and animals, and people,
are dead in the large number.
K: That is very sad.
R: Do you know anything about Sindh?
K: I'm sure that it is beautiful.
R: Yes, Sindhi and its culture are 5000 old.
You can come visit it. We hate American Government
policies, but her people are innocent; we understand
K: Thanks, and I hear you.
R: Americans are afraid of Muslims. Why?
As I was walking a delicious cup of coffee from the kitchen to The Love Porch, I noticed Shawtie laying next to Dylan. Not only was Shawtie laying next to Dylan, but she was licking Dylan on the face. Often, Shawtie attacks Dylan, so I really wonder what has brought about this turnabout, and how long it will last.
I posted an ad to Craig's List, tonight, looking for an assistant. Do you think that I will get any bites??
Poet Seeks Assistant (Midtown by Piedmont Park)
Date: 2011-09-12, 6:49PM EDT
Reply to: mikelkpoet@yahoo.com
Poet seeks assistant. I need somone to organize over 13,000 poems that I have written,
and get them in a publishable form. I can' pay you, but I will let you walk my dogs,
and clean my office, on occasion. This is a labor of love; you must love my poetry.
And my dogs. And my office.
Thanks
Mikel K
PS You can find me as mikelkpoet on Facebook
(Won't that be fun!)
Goodbye Border's on Ponce; goodbye.
I was saddened to stick my nose on the window of what used to be the Border;s Bookstore on Ponce, yesterday, and not see a single book in the very empty space. For years, I had wandered the aisles of that bookstore, both as a customer, and as a person using the space as if it was a library, where I could read for hours in the coffee shop, and not buy a single thing; and then for a year as an employee in the coffee shop, dispensing coffee drinks, and smiles to other customers. Goodbye Border's on Ponce; goodbye.
All photos of Mikel K by Just Joan
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