WW HIPPIES 6
Have you ever had sex with a carpenter bee? By Mikel K
"Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise
in this world."--Helen Keller
"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”--Deuteronomy 31:6
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Whose dreams are these?
The trash men land loudly on our street
like some invading force might
trying to wake up a country
that they are about to free
from what groggily waking countrymen wonder.
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I love chocolate. I've just had some chocolate, and I want more chocolate, and more chocolate, and more, and more, and more chocolate. I might need to attend a 12 Step Program for Chocolate. "My name is Mikel, and I am powerless over chocolate."
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I can't get back to the garden to set my soul free, but my best dog, Morisson, and I found a shade tree in The Park that is not too far from our home, and I put our blanket down on the cool ground below that tree. There was no pond nearby, and I wasn't there to be civilly disobedient. I just wanted to read a book, and enjoy the day.
We've all got dogs, or so it seems, at places like this, in the park, where people walk their dogs. I wonder if I will have to tie Morisson down to keep him near me?
Well built men jog with their shirts off on the large path in front of me. Across the street, fat people eat ice cream.
Unskilled white people play kick ball on the big lawn in front of us, that is surrounded by the path.
I wonder what time it is, and then I wonder why it matters.
This is as close to Walden Pond as I will get, yet I am a bit neurotic to be away from my computer. What if an important message comes in? Couldn't the right message change my life?
Is it a life change that I am seeking? If so, why have I come to The Park with a blanket, a dog, and a book?
Looking out at walkers, joggers, dog walkers, people pushing babies in strollers, I am made painfully aware that I need glasses. I have the prescription, now I just need the money. I have grooves in the side of my head from wearing reading glasses; fat head, I guess.
I can't take naps under shade trees; I have sleep apnea, and I would awake from my nap tireder than when I went to sleep, and I would risk choking to death while loudly snoring. Some men inherit farms in Ireland, some get drinking problems, diabetes, dandruff, and psoriasis from those that walked the earth before them.
A man walks by carrying what looks like a jug of piss. You will see it all if you stay long enough under a shade tree in the park.
Some writers sell millions of books. This writer is not sure how he is going to pay his utility bill, this month, or keep the internet on. I have sold 104 copies of my memoir, "The Delivery Guy."
I don't know how I have made it almost 54 years without a career. I must be a fool to sit under this shade tree, when I could/should be making things happen.
How do you make things happen?
I laid our blanket on a hill. It got hard to read my book laying on that hill. Next time I will find a flat spot under a tree.
I need to head back to civilization(across the street)and buy some milk. Almond milk doesn't doesn't cut it in English Breakfast Tea.
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Someone stole my identity, and filed for income tax returns in my name, the past two years. Someone has been coming onto my porch, and stealing things dear to me, the foremost being my black Yoga blanket. It makes me wonder if many of us have become thieves, because "the system" steals from us.
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My dog, Morisson, is at my side, where he so often is, as I sit at my desk. I look down at him, and say, "You've had dinner, you've had a walk, you've had a snack, what else do you want," and he buries his nose into my hand.
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Do moths that bother you around midnight when you are typing go to sleep? My moth is not about at 5:30 a.m. If I could find him/her, I would wake them, bother them like they bothered me earlier, but nature is not fair; have you ever tried to get even with a tornado?
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Like I am a dick
I think that Jim Morisson was a dick.
like Hunter Thompson was a dick.
like John Lennon was a dick.
Like Bukowski was a dick.
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And you write by night
By day you do what you have to.
The day is long
like the snake in a Morisson song.
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Eyes now distant
Everyone will see
everyone will see
the love that I have for you,
and everyone will see
when you, and I, are through.
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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.
All words by Mikel K, except for those of Helen Keller,
and whoever wrote The Bible
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
BOLD56
“To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be
the thoughtless act of a single day.”--Winston Churchill
“The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.”--Donald Kendall
"Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it."
--Henry David Thoreau
"Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured."
--B.K.S. Iyengar
I'm on the phone doing the waiting thing with a very polite IRS rep who is trying to figure out what to do about the letter that I got, yesterday, that says I owe fifteen hundred dollars for an over paid return in 2009, a year that I didn't file an income tax return, but someone else did in my name. The waiting is the hardest part.
I walked the dogs separately this morning, needing to keep a close eye on Dylan whenever I bring him out to interact with humanity for, as you may already know, he is prone to nipping folks. The neighborhood robins greeted us, each time that I went out with a dog, and were very civil, this morning; a male robin hopped in front of us, on the sidewalk, as we walked, as if he was part of our team, and when he flew off, it was only to my eye level, in a tree near us. The robins around us are nearly tame. It is breathtaking to view them, and to interact with them. The male robins search for worms in grass in front of our home is endless; he has mouths to feed.
I am reading the book, "No Country For Old Men," by Cormac McCarthy. I recently watched the Cohen Brothers movie version of the book, and it was so fantastic, that I had to order a copy from Amazon. I got the book for a penny, but there is always that darn $3.99 shipping and handling charge. So far, the book is true to the movie, which, I guess, means that the movie was true to the book. I am still reading, "Wesley the Owl," by Stacey O'brien; it is a very touching, sometimes goofy, book. I am also starting to write my review of one of the best books that I have ever read, "Up From the Blue," by Susan Henderson. I love it when there are great books in my life.
The robins are loud, today. The father is standing on a branch in the tree in front of our house squawking at the nest, and the mother is squawking back at him. The baby robins are singing like they are happy to be alive. I threw a couple of slices of wheat bread down on the ground to try to help Pappa Robin out. I wonder if he will avail himself of it?
Henry, Morisson, and I ran into a great new band while on our walk through Piedmont Park, today: Paris Luna. Paris can sing like hell on her originals, and she, and her great band, did a whopping fantastic job covering, "Me and Bobby McGee," for the last song of their set. Check out their website, and find a date near you where they are playing. You won't be disappointed.
This guy that looked to be about 3/7's homeless came up to pet Henry, and I asked him to take couple of pictures of me, Henry, and Morisson. The guy acted like he knew what he was doing, after I told him how to do it. With a big smile, he said that he took 3 pictures. I just got home, and there are no pics from that session on the camera. Bummer. Moral of story: never ask a guy who looks about 3/7's homeless to take pictures of you, and your dogs, in the park!
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A book has pulled me away from Netflix. A book has pulled me away from my writing. I am skipping meals, and missing sleep to read this book: "Up From the Blue," by Susan Henderson. You should read it; it is a fantastic novel.
"Up From the Blue," is one of the best books that I have ever read. It is the kind of book that makes you want to stay with it to the end, ignoring all of life's responsibilities to find out what is going to happen next. You are driven to the conclusion of this book with each page you read. You can't turn each page fast enough to get to the next page, and then when the book ends, you want it to continue. .
"Up From the Blue," is, primarily, the story of Tillie, an eight year old girl, who tells us about her life in a very memoir-like way. For most of the book, it is hard to believe that, "Up From the Blue," is a novel because it is so real that you feel like you are reading someone's memoir. I have to wonder how much of author Susan Henderson is in Tillie. Who was it that said that, "Novels were thin veiled masks of an author's self?"
Tillie's mom can't cope; she is probably bi-polar. Tillie's dad is a top ranked military man, who thinks that he is in charge of everything. Tillie shows us what it is like to grow up under parents so pathetically opposite, and she takes us to the birth of her first child concurrently.
Tillie is such a brat, but as a reader, you love her; you root for her, in what she finds to be trying circumstances. The kids at school pick on her. Her one, and only, brother shuns her like the plague.
I want to tell you more about this book, more about the story of Tillie, but I won't. I want you to read this book, and enjoy it, as I did: get ready to do nothing but read this book. It's the end of the world as you know it, until you get it done.
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“To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be
the thoughtless act of a single day.”--Winston Churchill
“The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.”--Donald Kendall
"Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it."
--Henry David Thoreau
"Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured."
--B.K.S. Iyengar
I'm on the phone doing the waiting thing with a very polite IRS rep who is trying to figure out what to do about the letter that I got, yesterday, that says I owe fifteen hundred dollars for an over paid return in 2009, a year that I didn't file an income tax return, but someone else did in my name. The waiting is the hardest part.
I walked the dogs separately this morning, needing to keep a close eye on Dylan whenever I bring him out to interact with humanity for, as you may already know, he is prone to nipping folks. The neighborhood robins greeted us, each time that I went out with a dog, and were very civil, this morning; a male robin hopped in front of us, on the sidewalk, as we walked, as if he was part of our team, and when he flew off, it was only to my eye level, in a tree near us. The robins around us are nearly tame. It is breathtaking to view them, and to interact with them. The male robins search for worms in grass in front of our home is endless; he has mouths to feed.
I am reading the book, "No Country For Old Men," by Cormac McCarthy. I recently watched the Cohen Brothers movie version of the book, and it was so fantastic, that I had to order a copy from Amazon. I got the book for a penny, but there is always that darn $3.99 shipping and handling charge. So far, the book is true to the movie, which, I guess, means that the movie was true to the book. I am still reading, "Wesley the Owl," by Stacey O'brien; it is a very touching, sometimes goofy, book. I am also starting to write my review of one of the best books that I have ever read, "Up From the Blue," by Susan Henderson. I love it when there are great books in my life.
The robins are loud, today. The father is standing on a branch in the tree in front of our house squawking at the nest, and the mother is squawking back at him. The baby robins are singing like they are happy to be alive. I threw a couple of slices of wheat bread down on the ground to try to help Pappa Robin out. I wonder if he will avail himself of it?
Henry, Morisson, and I ran into a great new band while on our walk through Piedmont Park, today: Paris Luna. Paris can sing like hell on her originals, and she, and her great band, did a whopping fantastic job covering, "Me and Bobby McGee," for the last song of their set. Check out their website, and find a date near you where they are playing. You won't be disappointed.
This guy that looked to be about 3/7's homeless came up to pet Henry, and I asked him to take couple of pictures of me, Henry, and Morisson. The guy acted like he knew what he was doing, after I told him how to do it. With a big smile, he said that he took 3 pictures. I just got home, and there are no pics from that session on the camera. Bummer. Moral of story: never ask a guy who looks about 3/7's homeless to take pictures of you, and your dogs, in the park!
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A book has pulled me away from Netflix. A book has pulled me away from my writing. I am skipping meals, and missing sleep to read this book: "Up From the Blue," by Susan Henderson. You should read it; it is a fantastic novel.
"Up From the Blue," is one of the best books that I have ever read. It is the kind of book that makes you want to stay with it to the end, ignoring all of life's responsibilities to find out what is going to happen next. You are driven to the conclusion of this book with each page you read. You can't turn each page fast enough to get to the next page, and then when the book ends, you want it to continue. .
"Up From the Blue," is, primarily, the story of Tillie, an eight year old girl, who tells us about her life in a very memoir-like way. For most of the book, it is hard to believe that, "Up From the Blue," is a novel because it is so real that you feel like you are reading someone's memoir. I have to wonder how much of author Susan Henderson is in Tillie. Who was it that said that, "Novels were thin veiled masks of an author's self?"
Tillie's mom can't cope; she is probably bi-polar. Tillie's dad is a top ranked military man, who thinks that he is in charge of everything. Tillie shows us what it is like to grow up under parents so pathetically opposite, and she takes us to the birth of her first child concurrently.
Tillie is such a brat, but as a reader, you love her; you root for her, in what she finds to be trying circumstances. The kids at school pick on her. Her one, and only, brother shuns her like the plague.
I want to tell you more about this book, more about the story of Tillie, but I won't. I want you to read this book, and enjoy it, as I did: get ready to do nothing but read this book. It's the end of the world as you know it, until you get it done.
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
WORLDWIDE HIPPIES SUBMISSION #5
It's hard to fall in love with a nectarine by Mikel K
"I hated every minute of training, but I said, "Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion."--Muhammad Ali
I was just talking to the male robin who lives in a nest by my front door, while he was pulling worms out of the grass in front of this abode. I ca ca'd, and clapped at him, and he just stared at me. He didn't fly off, until I walked off. A white butterfly fluttered in front of me, while I spoke to the robin, and I'm not even taking LSD.
The turtles' tank is finally clean. I keep calling a man about a job, but he doesn't answer. I remember how slow Monday nights used to be, when I was looking for something to do outside of my own creating. It seems that this paragraph needs another sentence, but I can't think of one.
It's the end of a beautiful day. I took the top off of the turtles' tank around ten this morning, and I didn't finish cleaning the thank until nine pm. I have never seen such procrastination. In between the start, and the finish, of the chore, I cleaned The Love Porch, wrote some great poems, ate, farted, brushed my teeth, and flossed.
Like I said, I called a man about a job. What I really seek, though, is a job as A Poet; do you know anyone who is hiring?
I'm starting to think that I suck as A Poet, because I write all This Poetry, and no one pays me for it, not to mention doesn't pay much attention to it. I mean what the fuck am I doing? I need to grow up, and get A Real Job.
It's beautiful to have a dream, but you can't eat it. Groceries are low, here at the abode, as usual. I think I need to sell out, but I'm not sure how.
"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse?"--Bruce Springsteen
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I'll wait here forever, if I can
I'll wait her forever, if I can.
I'll stand right here until you come to me.
I need a love that won't run from me.
I'll wait right here forever, if I can.
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Awake again, looking for a friend
Awake again, looking for a friend
who won't run from me because
she is sick of going undercover from her lovers.
Oh brother, here I go paying the price
for what that man did, again.
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Me, I had a heart attack down by Thoreau's Pond
People standing in line
waiting for a good time
patting each other on the back
that they have gotten off the beaten track.
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Imagine That
Some sell high,
and some sell low.
Some stay home,
some got nowhere to go.
In my heart of hearts
there is only you,
but I will probably
not meet you tonight,
or any night soon.
In fact you might be
a figment of my imagination.
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Honey Please
The things that I remember
are things that I can't forget
I'd like to talk them over
with you love; are the kids in bed yet?
I'd like to discuss humiliation,
and hatred, peace, and love,
I've worn them all on one hand,
and I've worn them under glove.
Would it be easier to get down on our knees
than to keep on living to fulfill our dreams?
I will cut the lawn and hallucinate that I am
what I'm not. It's easier to play pretend,
than to stay out all night. I've always hated
bagging the dead grass, and raking the leaves.
You asked me why I rent?
Honey Please.
It's hard to fall in love with a nectarine by Mikel K
"I hated every minute of training, but I said, "Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion."--Muhammad Ali
I was just talking to the male robin who lives in a nest by my front door, while he was pulling worms out of the grass in front of this abode. I ca ca'd, and clapped at him, and he just stared at me. He didn't fly off, until I walked off. A white butterfly fluttered in front of me, while I spoke to the robin, and I'm not even taking LSD.
The turtles' tank is finally clean. I keep calling a man about a job, but he doesn't answer. I remember how slow Monday nights used to be, when I was looking for something to do outside of my own creating. It seems that this paragraph needs another sentence, but I can't think of one.
It's the end of a beautiful day. I took the top off of the turtles' tank around ten this morning, and I didn't finish cleaning the thank until nine pm. I have never seen such procrastination. In between the start, and the finish, of the chore, I cleaned The Love Porch, wrote some great poems, ate, farted, brushed my teeth, and flossed.
Like I said, I called a man about a job. What I really seek, though, is a job as A Poet; do you know anyone who is hiring?
I'm starting to think that I suck as A Poet, because I write all This Poetry, and no one pays me for it, not to mention doesn't pay much attention to it. I mean what the fuck am I doing? I need to grow up, and get A Real Job.
It's beautiful to have a dream, but you can't eat it. Groceries are low, here at the abode, as usual. I think I need to sell out, but I'm not sure how.
"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse?"--Bruce Springsteen
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I'll wait here forever, if I can
I'll wait her forever, if I can.
I'll stand right here until you come to me.
I need a love that won't run from me.
I'll wait right here forever, if I can.
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Awake again, looking for a friend
Awake again, looking for a friend
who won't run from me because
she is sick of going undercover from her lovers.
Oh brother, here I go paying the price
for what that man did, again.
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Me, I had a heart attack down by Thoreau's Pond
People standing in line
waiting for a good time
patting each other on the back
that they have gotten off the beaten track.
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Imagine That
Some sell high,
and some sell low.
Some stay home,
some got nowhere to go.
In my heart of hearts
there is only you,
but I will probably
not meet you tonight,
or any night soon.
In fact you might be
a figment of my imagination.
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Honey Please
The things that I remember
are things that I can't forget
I'd like to talk them over
with you love; are the kids in bed yet?
I'd like to discuss humiliation,
and hatred, peace, and love,
I've worn them all on one hand,
and I've worn them under glove.
Would it be easier to get down on our knees
than to keep on living to fulfill our dreams?
I will cut the lawn and hallucinate that I am
what I'm not. It's easier to play pretend,
than to stay out all night. I've always hated
bagging the dead grass, and raking the leaves.
You asked me why I rent?
Honey Please.
55 Daily K: Pawn Skeleton
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."--Plato
"When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen." - Samuel Lover
"Come live in my heart, and pay no rent."--Samuel Lover
I was looking for job "opportunities" online, and knowing what I know about conman type pyramid sales things, I still filled out this form for one of these. I guess near desperate people sometimes do near desperate things. Emails starting coming from these people en masse, and as I was sitting at my desk, one afternoon, shortly after filling out the form, a young man called me, and said that he was following up on my interest in said pyramid scheme. I lied, and told him that I had found a full time job, and was no longer interested in what he had to offer.
1) Good chess strategy suggests you make your first move with the pawn in front of either your King or Queen
I just found some chocolate that I didn't know I had: think if you are a pothead, and you find a joint that you didn't remember that you had. I'm writing this to myself. Most of what I write here, I write to myself. It is interesting if you find some of it interesting, but I would write it, here, or somewhere else, whether you did or not. I just had to clarify that for my own edification.
2) Good chess strategy suggests you make good developing moves, and generally develop your Knights before your Bishops
Don't be thinking about making art, or taking pictures, or writing poems, be thinking about buying microwave ovens, and toasters, and insurance for cars with built in obsolescence built into them.
3) Good chess strategy suggests you try not to move the same piece twice in the opening
I bought a new fern, yesterday, a small one that does not look like a fern: it has leaves. I should have asked someone at the nursery the name of the fern, but I didn't, so I will just call it, "My Fern With Leaves." This is my second fern. The first one is a regular ole fern, that I bought as a baby. It is growing slowly. Ferns are about the only thing that I can grow on The Love Porch: no veggies possible. I wonder if I can grow basil, or other herbs, in the shade?
4) Good chess strategy suggests you make when you develop your pieces, try to make moves which threaten something
I, normally, like The Park best during the week, when, basically, the dogs, and I, have it to ourselves; but, today, I got turned onto a whole new way of looking at, and experiencing, The Park. I have always found drum circles invasive; a bunch of men invade a space, and start beating on things, not asking anyone around them if they mind. The drum circle, today, at The Park, was an exception to this thought of mine: it was a fun, and creative drum cirlce, that Morisson, and I, had a great time stopping, and watching. I am going to acquire a percussion instrument, or two, of my own, and join in, soon.
5) Good chess strategy suggests you don't bring your Queen out early
As I left the house, dog leash in hand, robins flew from the nest that they have built at our front door. On our walk a blue jay, and two sparrows, flew from a bush that sits in a small park at the end of our street. I saw more robins, and a black bird, on the sidewalk as Dylan, and I, walked. There are flowers everywhere, both bloomed, and those pushing their beautiful small heads up through the earth. Spring has sprung; oh what fun!
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This sock, this old sock, this sock that has been with me for so long, I must now let leave me. I don't know how to darn, couldn't put a patch on its heal; no ceremonial burial, I will just throw it in the trash.
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Tricia, the wife of the drummer, Trenton Sicola, in the band that we were watching, Confunktion Junktion,(he also plays in The Eric Gant Trio), had a piece of bread pudding the size of a refrigerator put down in front of her, with a little bowl of vanilla ice cream on the side. My God, I thought, what a meal, and then she said to me, "Have some." The nice thing about sharing a desert is that you don't gain all the weight that you would have, if you ate it all yourself. Thank you Tricia, and thank you Danielle Strickland, for, once again, turning me onto a great night of Atlanta Music. Kate Moore, you were wonderful, and talented, as usual, girl, on that stage, with that guitar.
Diamond or 911
I slipped on a waitress
nearly lost my thing.
I stepped on a lemon seed
nearly gave her a ring.
Does her smile portray
what happiness she could bring
or is she just a woman
who learned as a girl
how to make people smile
when she begins to sing?
"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have these guys with me," said singer-songwriter Ralph Rodenberry, motioning to the musicians who surrounded him on stage, while looking out at all the lovely people gathered to sing along with him, and dance to his music, last night, at The Moonshadow Saloon in Tucker, Ga.
Ted Norton, THE Ted Norton, so long the lead guitar player of the legendary band The Grapes, was on stage with Ralph, making what he does look so easy. It was Ted's birthday, and though there was no cake, just shots of whiskey, everybody was in a good mood, and was mesmerized by what Mr. Norton can do with his fingers on a guitar.
Ralph has no hair, but he attracts a multitude of hippy chicks, and guys with long hair.
I shook hands with the drunkest man, who I have ever shook hands with, at the show; he kept calling me Santa Claus, and saying that he was so lucky to be meeting Santa Claus on Easter. It was Easter Eve, so the guy was partially correct.
The next time that Ralph spoke, he thanked all of us in the audience, "Without you guys, we'd all be working at Wal-Mart."
There was nowhere that I would have rather been, last night, than sitting on that bar stool listening to those men play their instruments, and listening to Ralph sing. Ralph Rodenberry sings about peace, and love, and I think that he really means it. I stayed up way too late listening to his songs, but it was worth it.
Kung Fu Dynamite, a seven man, band from Asheveille, S.C. opened for Ralph. Paul "Fuzzel" Handsman was banging on things, and doing the singing. His energy is unmatched anywhere in rock and roll. His voice is interesting, and incredible. Kelly Hannah, is brilliant on guitar. The horn section is awesome. Kung Fu Dynamite is fantastic. Look for them back in Atlanta in about four months. Check some of their songs out here:
http://www.facebook.com/kungfudynamite?ref=ts&sk=app_2405167945
Peace and Love,
K
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I Need A Rich Girl
I need a rich girl
to drive my deceased car
to the unemployment line,
so that I can get food stamps,
and avoid a job.
I need a pill that will fill me up,
not with envy.
I need a pill that will make me
feel friendly, not want to kill
I need a friend
in these united states of isolation,
where even hell's angels are afraid
to hitchhike,
where thinking outside the norm
could land you in jail.
I need a reason to go on living,
and I think that my children will do.
We Are The Children
We are the children of the sun
and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.
We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.
We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from corporate amerika,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.
We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.
We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.
We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.
We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won't learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.
We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to
fruitful.
Amen.
Someday I Will Start The Revolution
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son's sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I've got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn't even been put in.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.
Someday, I will start the revolution.
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55 Daily K: Pawn Skeleton
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."--Plato
"When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen." - Samuel Lover
"Come live in my heart, and pay no rent."--Samuel Lover
I was looking for job "opportunities" online, and knowing what I know about conman type pyramid sales things, I still filled out this form for one of these. I guess near desperate people sometimes do near desperate things. Emails starting coming from these people en masse, and as I was sitting at my desk, one afternoon, shortly after filling out the form, a young man called me, and said that he was following up on my interest in said pyramid scheme. I lied, and told him that I had found a full time job, and was no longer interested in what he had to offer.
1) Good chess strategy suggests you make your first move with the pawn in front of either your King or Queen
I just found some chocolate that I didn't know I had: think if you are a pothead, and you find a joint that you didn't remember that you had. I'm writing this to myself. Most of what I write here, I write to myself. It is interesting if you find some of it interesting, but I would write it, here, or somewhere else, whether you did or not. I just had to clarify that for my own edification.
2) Good chess strategy suggests you make good developing moves, and generally develop your Knights before your Bishops
Don't be thinking about making art, or taking pictures, or writing poems, be thinking about buying microwave ovens, and toasters, and insurance for cars with built in obsolescence built into them.
3) Good chess strategy suggests you try not to move the same piece twice in the opening
I bought a new fern, yesterday, a small one that does not look like a fern: it has leaves. I should have asked someone at the nursery the name of the fern, but I didn't, so I will just call it, "My Fern With Leaves." This is my second fern. The first one is a regular ole fern, that I bought as a baby. It is growing slowly. Ferns are about the only thing that I can grow on The Love Porch: no veggies possible. I wonder if I can grow basil, or other herbs, in the shade?
4) Good chess strategy suggests you make when you develop your pieces, try to make moves which threaten something
I, normally, like The Park best during the week, when, basically, the dogs, and I, have it to ourselves; but, today, I got turned onto a whole new way of looking at, and experiencing, The Park. I have always found drum circles invasive; a bunch of men invade a space, and start beating on things, not asking anyone around them if they mind. The drum circle, today, at The Park, was an exception to this thought of mine: it was a fun, and creative drum cirlce, that Morisson, and I, had a great time stopping, and watching. I am going to acquire a percussion instrument, or two, of my own, and join in, soon.
5) Good chess strategy suggests you don't bring your Queen out early
As I left the house, dog leash in hand, robins flew from the nest that they have built at our front door. On our walk a blue jay, and two sparrows, flew from a bush that sits in a small park at the end of our street. I saw more robins, and a black bird, on the sidewalk as Dylan, and I, walked. There are flowers everywhere, both bloomed, and those pushing their beautiful small heads up through the earth. Spring has sprung; oh what fun!
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This sock, this old sock, this sock that has been with me for so long, I must now let leave me. I don't know how to darn, couldn't put a patch on its heal; no ceremonial burial, I will just throw it in the trash.
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Tricia, the wife of the drummer, Trenton Sicola, in the band that we were watching, Confunktion Junktion,(he also plays in The Eric Gant Trio), had a piece of bread pudding the size of a refrigerator put down in front of her, with a little bowl of vanilla ice cream on the side. My God, I thought, what a meal, and then she said to me, "Have some." The nice thing about sharing a desert is that you don't gain all the weight that you would have, if you ate it all yourself. Thank you Tricia, and thank you Danielle Strickland, for, once again, turning me onto a great night of Atlanta Music. Kate Moore, you were wonderful, and talented, as usual, girl, on that stage, with that guitar.
Diamond or 911
I slipped on a waitress
nearly lost my thing.
I stepped on a lemon seed
nearly gave her a ring.
Does her smile portray
what happiness she could bring
or is she just a woman
who learned as a girl
how to make people smile
when she begins to sing?
"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have these guys with me," said singer-songwriter Ralph Rodenberry, motioning to the musicians who surrounded him on stage, while looking out at all the lovely people gathered to sing along with him, and dance to his music, last night, at The Moonshadow Saloon in Tucker, Ga.
Ted Norton, THE Ted Norton, so long the lead guitar player of the legendary band The Grapes, was on stage with Ralph, making what he does look so easy. It was Ted's birthday, and though there was no cake, just shots of whiskey, everybody was in a good mood, and was mesmerized by what Mr. Norton can do with his fingers on a guitar.
Ralph has no hair, but he attracts a multitude of hippy chicks, and guys with long hair.
I shook hands with the drunkest man, who I have ever shook hands with, at the show; he kept calling me Santa Claus, and saying that he was so lucky to be meeting Santa Claus on Easter. It was Easter Eve, so the guy was partially correct.
The next time that Ralph spoke, he thanked all of us in the audience, "Without you guys, we'd all be working at Wal-Mart."
There was nowhere that I would have rather been, last night, than sitting on that bar stool listening to those men play their instruments, and listening to Ralph sing. Ralph Rodenberry sings about peace, and love, and I think that he really means it. I stayed up way too late listening to his songs, but it was worth it.
Kung Fu Dynamite, a seven man, band from Asheveille, S.C. opened for Ralph. Paul "Fuzzel" Handsman was banging on things, and doing the singing. His energy is unmatched anywhere in rock and roll. His voice is interesting, and incredible. Kelly Hannah, is brilliant on guitar. The horn section is awesome. Kung Fu Dynamite is fantastic. Look for them back in Atlanta in about four months. Check some of their songs out here:
http://www.facebook.com/kungfudynamite?ref=ts&sk=app_2405167945
Peace and Love,
K
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I Need A Rich Girl
I need a rich girl
to drive my deceased car
to the unemployment line,
so that I can get food stamps,
and avoid a job.
I need a pill that will fill me up,
not with envy.
I need a pill that will make me
feel friendly, not want to kill
I need a friend
in these united states of isolation,
where even hell's angels are afraid
to hitchhike,
where thinking outside the norm
could land you in jail.
I need a reason to go on living,
and I think that my children will do.
We Are The Children
We are the children of the sun
and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.
We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.
We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from corporate amerika,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.
We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.
We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.
We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.
We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won't learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.
We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to
fruitful.
Amen.
Someday I Will Start The Revolution
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son's sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I've got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn't even been put in.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.
Someday, I will start the revolution.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Dylan might get quarantined. The mother of the young man who he bit the other day called and said that she was calling Animal Control to see what they said about the bite, despite the fact that she had called the number that I had given her to the people who gave Dylan his shots, and those folks had said yes he has had his shots. I am willing to do whatever is necessary to make sure the young man who got bit is ok, but it seems a little bit ridiculous to go this far with it when the young man's skin wasn't even broken.
Dylan had worked his way out of his muzzle, and within 30 seconds had happily jumped up on this guy who was leaning over the dog saying nice dog. I bought a cage muzzle for Dylan, yesterday. It is a weird contraption. I'm too pissed off to write much more about this right now.
Dylan had worked his way out of his muzzle, and within 30 seconds had happily jumped up on this guy who was leaning over the dog saying nice dog. I bought a cage muzzle for Dylan, yesterday. It is a weird contraption. I'm too pissed off to write much more about this right now.
"Reflect upon your blessings, of which every man has plenty, not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some."--Charles Dickens
"Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence."
--Henry David Thoreau
James Bryant Conant
Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.
Mary Anne Radmacher
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.
In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends.
John Churton Collins
"Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings."--Ralph Blum
"Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence."
--Henry David Thoreau
James Bryant Conant
Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.
Mary Anne Radmacher
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.
In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends.
John Churton Collins
"Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings."--Ralph Blum
TERMINUS SUBMISSIONS
Incomplete
It's no mystery,
this place is run by its history.
Yesterday's hooker,
is tomorrow's beauty queen
in the reincarnating scheme of things.
You can be King one moment,
bossing servants around,
then you can be lower than a servant
scrounging for scraps on the ground.
I was a butterfly once,
and now I am a lion, chasing
things about the jungle
that will one day be me.
How I nearly missed the birth of my youngest son
We weren't getting along
it was probably my fault
she was pregnant with my child
and I didn't have a job
worse, I didn't have my mind
things were kind of confusing for me
in those days
and try as she could to understand it
she had another child to feed as well.
There were several false alarms
nights where we rushed off to the hospital
to have the baby
but the baby didn't come.
This one night, again, we rushed off
to the hospital to have the baby
and when we got there
I said to her
I don't think that you are going to have
that baby tonight, either
so I am not coming in.
She looked at me pissed
and said, "Frankly, I don't give a damn,"
slammed the door
and rushed off to the hospital.
I drove halfway home
and then started to think
what if she has that baby tonight
I won't be there
so I turned around
and got to the hospital
just in time to have the baby
handed to me seconds after it was born.
In the end
You can write, or read,
fight or fuck,
walk the dogs,
or let them shit all over the floor.
You can eat animals,
you can drive cars,
pass tests that other people
have created to tell you
how smart you are.
You can live, or die;
go to Heaven or Hell,
be cremated, or buried.
And, in the end it won't matter
if you had a swimming pool
in your backyard, or a beamer
parked in the drive.
If you die alone,
locked in your house,
your dogs might eat your brains
to survive.
Incomplete
It's no mystery,
this place is run by its history.
Yesterday's hooker,
is tomorrow's beauty queen
in the reincarnating scheme of things.
You can be King one moment,
bossing servants around,
then you can be lower than a servant
scrounging for scraps on the ground.
I was a butterfly once,
and now I am a lion, chasing
things about the jungle
that will one day be me.
How I nearly missed the birth of my youngest son
We weren't getting along
it was probably my fault
she was pregnant with my child
and I didn't have a job
worse, I didn't have my mind
things were kind of confusing for me
in those days
and try as she could to understand it
she had another child to feed as well.
There were several false alarms
nights where we rushed off to the hospital
to have the baby
but the baby didn't come.
This one night, again, we rushed off
to the hospital to have the baby
and when we got there
I said to her
I don't think that you are going to have
that baby tonight, either
so I am not coming in.
She looked at me pissed
and said, "Frankly, I don't give a damn,"
slammed the door
and rushed off to the hospital.
I drove halfway home
and then started to think
what if she has that baby tonight
I won't be there
so I turned around
and got to the hospital
just in time to have the baby
handed to me seconds after it was born.
In the end
You can write, or read,
fight or fuck,
walk the dogs,
or let them shit all over the floor.
You can eat animals,
you can drive cars,
pass tests that other people
have created to tell you
how smart you are.
You can live, or die;
go to Heaven or Hell,
be cremated, or buried.
And, in the end it won't matter
if you had a swimming pool
in your backyard, or a beamer
parked in the drive.
If you die alone,
locked in your house,
your dogs might eat your brains
to survive.
Monday, April 18, 2011
"If men, and women, could regard the events of their own lives with more
open minds, they would frequently discover that they did not
really desire the things they failed to obtain."--Andre Maurois
I just had my Cheerios, with banana slices, and almond milk, while investigating recipes for black bean burgers. I need to pick up an onion, and two green peppers, while I'm out buying a new muzzle for Dylan. I have been told that a Basket Muzzle is a very effective means to keep a dog inside his muzzle. Dylan can get out of clothes ones: not a good thing
open minds, they would frequently discover that they did not
really desire the things they failed to obtain."--Andre Maurois
I just had my Cheerios, with banana slices, and almond milk, while investigating recipes for black bean burgers. I need to pick up an onion, and two green peppers, while I'm out buying a new muzzle for Dylan. I have been told that a Basket Muzzle is a very effective means to keep a dog inside his muzzle. Dylan can get out of clothes ones: not a good thing
SUBMITTED TO WORLDWIDEHIPPIES ON MON. APRIL 18, 2011
“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”--Frederick Keonig
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”--Source Unknown
“You just have to do your own thing, no matter what anyone says. It's your life.”
--Ethan Embry
Incomplete
It's no mystery,
this place is run by its history.
Yesterday's hooker,
is tomorrow's beauty queen
in the reincarnating scheme of things.
You can be King one moment,
bossing servants around,
then you can be lower than a servant
scrounging for scraps on the ground.
I was a butterfly once,
and now I am a lion, chasing
things about the jungle
that will one day be me.
Where is your fortune, and fame?
You reached for the bright lights,
but wound up a loser.
"Loser" must be defined.
Do you feel like a loser,
or are you just a loser
in other people's eyes?
So...if you don't care
what they think, but
are doing what you want
to do, and not what
they want you to do,
or think thank you should be
doing, are you then a winner?
Rich is inside your head
Your life was laced with charity
but you were too blind to see
the opportunity for gratitude.
You moped around feeling sad
as if the world owed you something
you wound up with nothing
because that is the way you felt.
The opportunity for wealth
lies within you
not everyone who is rich
has lots of money.
In the end
You can write, or read,
fight or fuck,
walk the dogs,
or let them shit all over the floor.
You can eat animals,
you can drive cars,
pass tests that other people
have created to tell you
how smart you are.
You can live, or die;
go to Heaven or Hell,
be cremated, or buried.
And, in the end it won't matter
if you had a swimming pool
in your backyard, or a beamer
parked in the drive.
If you die alone,
locked in your house,
your dogs might eat your brains
to survive.
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“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”--Frederick Keonig
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”--Source Unknown
“You just have to do your own thing, no matter what anyone says. It's your life.”
--Ethan Embry
Incomplete
It's no mystery,
this place is run by its history.
Yesterday's hooker,
is tomorrow's beauty queen
in the reincarnating scheme of things.
You can be King one moment,
bossing servants around,
then you can be lower than a servant
scrounging for scraps on the ground.
I was a butterfly once,
and now I am a lion, chasing
things about the jungle
that will one day be me.
Where is your fortune, and fame?
You reached for the bright lights,
but wound up a loser.
"Loser" must be defined.
Do you feel like a loser,
or are you just a loser
in other people's eyes?
So...if you don't care
what they think, but
are doing what you want
to do, and not what
they want you to do,
or think thank you should be
doing, are you then a winner?
Rich is inside your head
Your life was laced with charity
but you were too blind to see
the opportunity for gratitude.
You moped around feeling sad
as if the world owed you something
you wound up with nothing
because that is the way you felt.
The opportunity for wealth
lies within you
not everyone who is rich
has lots of money.
In the end
You can write, or read,
fight or fuck,
walk the dogs,
or let them shit all over the floor.
You can eat animals,
you can drive cars,
pass tests that other people
have created to tell you
how smart you are.
You can live, or die;
go to Heaven or Hell,
be cremated, or buried.
And, in the end it won't matter
if you had a swimming pool
in your backyard, or a beamer
parked in the drive.
If you die alone,
locked in your house,
your dogs might eat your brains
to survive.
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Donate to K: www.mikelk.com
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SUBMITTED TO WORLDWIDEHIPPIES ON MON. APRIL 18, 2011
“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”--Frederick Keonig
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”--Source Unknown
“You just have to do your own thing, no matter what anyone says. It's your life.”
--Ethan Embry
Incomplete
It's no mystery,
this place is run by its history.
Yesterday's hooker,
is tomorrow's beauty queen
in the reincarnating scheme of things.
You can be King one moment,
bossing servants around,
then you can be lower than a servant
scrounging for scraps on the ground.
I was a butterfly once,
and now I am a lion, chasing
things about the jungle
that will one day be me.
Where is your fortune, and fame?
You reached for the bright lights,
but wound up a loser.
"Loser" must be defined.
Do you feel like a loser,
or are you just a loser
in other people's eyes?
So...if you don't care
what they think, but
are doing what you want
to do, and not what
they want you to do,
or think thank you should be
doing, are you then a winner?
Rich is inside your head
Your life was laced with charity
but you were too blind to see
the opportunity for gratitude.
You moped around feeling sad
as if the world owed you something
you wound up with nothing
because that is the way you felt.
The opportunity for wealth
lies within you
not everyone who is rich
has lots of money.
In the end
You can write, or read,
fight or fuck,
walk the dogs,
or let them shit all over the floor.
You can eat animals,
you can drive cars,
pass tests that other people
have created to tell you
how smart you are.
You can live, or die;
go to Heaven or Hell,
be cremated, or buried.
And, in the end it won't matter
if you had a swimming pool
in your backyard, or a beamer
parked in the drive.
If you die alone,
locked in your house,
your dogs might eat your brains
to survive.
Buy a K Book: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Donate to K: www.mikelk.com
Friend K on Facebook go to mikelkpoet
“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”--Frederick Keonig
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”--Source Unknown
“You just have to do your own thing, no matter what anyone says. It's your life.”
--Ethan Embry
Incomplete
It's no mystery,
this place is run by its history.
Yesterday's hooker,
is tomorrow's beauty queen
in the reincarnating scheme of things.
You can be King one moment,
bossing servants around,
then you can be lower than a servant
scrounging for scraps on the ground.
I was a butterfly once,
and now I am a lion, chasing
things about the jungle
that will one day be me.
Where is your fortune, and fame?
You reached for the bright lights,
but wound up a loser.
"Loser" must be defined.
Do you feel like a loser,
or are you just a loser
in other people's eyes?
So...if you don't care
what they think, but
are doing what you want
to do, and not what
they want you to do,
or think thank you should be
doing, are you then a winner?
Rich is inside your head
Your life was laced with charity
but you were too blind to see
the opportunity for gratitude.
You moped around feeling sad
as if the world owed you something
you wound up with nothing
because that is the way you felt.
The opportunity for wealth
lies within you
not everyone who is rich
has lots of money.
In the end
You can write, or read,
fight or fuck,
walk the dogs,
or let them shit all over the floor.
You can eat animals,
you can drive cars,
pass tests that other people
have created to tell you
how smart you are.
You can live, or die;
go to Heaven or Hell,
be cremated, or buried.
And, in the end it won't matter
if you had a swimming pool
in your backyard, or a beamer
parked in the drive.
If you die alone,
locked in your house,
your dogs might eat your brains
to survive.
Buy a K Book: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Donate to K: www.mikelk.com
Friend K on Facebook go to mikelkpoet
Sunday, April 17, 2011
54 DAILY K
“Sometimes I stay up so late that I have my morning coffee before I go to bed.”--Source Unknown
"It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice"--Author Unknown
Henry went to The 420 Festival in Candler Park, and had to leave because he broke a toe nail. At first, Henry loved all the people who were coming out of the huge crowd to say hello to him, and pet him; but then he started to get scared, and tried to withdraw from all the attention. He is home, asleep, now.
I didn't break my toe nail, this afternoon, at the also very crowded Dogwood Festival, but I did quickly walk away from the incredible number of people who surrounded me during my brief foray into the event, in Piedmont Park. I mean how do people live like this, ten deep to look at a piece of art, standing in line for a half hour to take a piss, line a mile long to buy some over=priced bad for you "food?"
One of the robins who inhabits the nest that they built at the front of our porch just landed. I would much rather spend my time here, with birds, and dogs, than be with the mass of man, and woman, at either festival. The road less traveled is the place to be.
I'm learning to play chess. As a kid, I played the game once or twice, but never developed an interest in it. It seems like a game that I might, now, have the patience, and enthusiasm for. I bought a $4 chess set from the dept. store, and am reading a website about the game. Do you play?
I made a great batch of homemade hummus, a cottage cheese based veggie meatloaf, and a lentil based meatloaf, before I got on the phones and worked for an hour.
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Nobody is answering, so I am going to head out to where they all, possibly, are: at The Dogwood Festival in Piedmont Park. First, I am going to take the dogs around the block, so that I don't get tired, and blow it off later. I hope that you are having a brilliant day; I really do!
I rode on a Ferris Wheel, tonight.
The eye doctor says that I have cataracts in my eyes from the sun. He also says that I need glasses. This is your opportunity to put money in The Tip Jar to help fund my sight!
I am going to help unload, and redistribute some food, today, and for doing that, I get paid with food. I love the barter system; cash is so passe! My vegetarin meat loaf, with the cottage cheese base, tastes even better this morning. I want to learn more, and more, veggie recipies, and eat less, and less, animal. I have a recipe for a lentil based meat loaf, which I may make this evening, and I am going to make some homemade hummus. Don't you just love these little intrusions into my life that I bring you into. One day they will compare me to Sedaris, and Burroughs. For now, though, i am just me.
Beyond Banana Bread: I have my first ever veggie meatloaf baking in the oven; cottage cheese is its base; can't wait to see how this turns out!
Morisson will eat homemade hummus, but won't touch homemade tarter sauce. Dylan will lick the tartar sauce about fifteen times, and then quit. There wasn't enough leftover hummus to offer Dylan any.
“Sometimes I stay up so late that I have my morning coffee before I go to bed.”--Source Unknown
"It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice"--Author Unknown
Henry went to The 420 Festival in Candler Park, and had to leave because he broke a toe nail. At first, Henry loved all the people who were coming out of the huge crowd to say hello to him, and pet him; but then he started to get scared, and tried to withdraw from all the attention. He is home, asleep, now.
I didn't break my toe nail, this afternoon, at the also very crowded Dogwood Festival, but I did quickly walk away from the incredible number of people who surrounded me during my brief foray into the event, in Piedmont Park. I mean how do people live like this, ten deep to look at a piece of art, standing in line for a half hour to take a piss, line a mile long to buy some over=priced bad for you "food?"
One of the robins who inhabits the nest that they built at the front of our porch just landed. I would much rather spend my time here, with birds, and dogs, than be with the mass of man, and woman, at either festival. The road less traveled is the place to be.
I'm learning to play chess. As a kid, I played the game once or twice, but never developed an interest in it. It seems like a game that I might, now, have the patience, and enthusiasm for. I bought a $4 chess set from the dept. store, and am reading a website about the game. Do you play?
I made a great batch of homemade hummus, a cottage cheese based veggie meatloaf, and a lentil based meatloaf, before I got on the phones and worked for an hour.
·
Nobody is answering, so I am going to head out to where they all, possibly, are: at The Dogwood Festival in Piedmont Park. First, I am going to take the dogs around the block, so that I don't get tired, and blow it off later. I hope that you are having a brilliant day; I really do!
I rode on a Ferris Wheel, tonight.
The eye doctor says that I have cataracts in my eyes from the sun. He also says that I need glasses. This is your opportunity to put money in The Tip Jar to help fund my sight!
I am going to help unload, and redistribute some food, today, and for doing that, I get paid with food. I love the barter system; cash is so passe! My vegetarin meat loaf, with the cottage cheese base, tastes even better this morning. I want to learn more, and more, veggie recipies, and eat less, and less, animal. I have a recipe for a lentil based meat loaf, which I may make this evening, and I am going to make some homemade hummus. Don't you just love these little intrusions into my life that I bring you into. One day they will compare me to Sedaris, and Burroughs. For now, though, i am just me.
Beyond Banana Bread: I have my first ever veggie meatloaf baking in the oven; cottage cheese is its base; can't wait to see how this turns out!
Morisson will eat homemade hummus, but won't touch homemade tarter sauce. Dylan will lick the tartar sauce about fifteen times, and then quit. There wasn't enough leftover hummus to offer Dylan any.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
If you must take your dog out in public, consider a cage-type muzzle as a temporary precaution, and remember that some dogs are clever enough to get a muzzle off.
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Mikel K Poet Bundy is clever enought to get a muzzle off. I'm not going to buy his next one from Pet Smart, but from Highland Pet supply, an individually owned pet store that probably sells a higher quality muzzle, and I'm going to only walk Dylan at night.
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Within 30 seconds Dylan aka Bundy worked himself free of his muzzle, and bit someone coming back from The Dogwood Festival. Does anyone know of a Rescue Group that would work with this dog, before I start investigating having him put down. The dog will bit someone seriously soon, or bite a kid. He is more than I can handle bite-wise.
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Emily Ramey I am very sorry Mikel ... I'll look around
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Emily Ramey MAYBE ? http://www.pawsatlanta.org/
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Mikel K Poet They only take dogs from pounds; I was trained to be a volunteer there. Thanks.
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Mikel K Poet Bundy is clever enought to get a muzzle off. I'm not going to buy his next one from Pet Smart, but from Highland Pet supply, an individually owned pet store that probably sells a higher quality muzzle, and I'm going to only walk Dylan at night.
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Within 30 seconds Dylan aka Bundy worked himself free of his muzzle, and bit someone coming back from The Dogwood Festival. Does anyone know of a Rescue Group that would work with this dog, before I start investigating having him put down. The dog will bit someone seriously soon, or bite a kid. He is more than I can handle bite-wise.
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Emily Ramey I am very sorry Mikel ... I'll look around
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Emily Ramey MAYBE ? http://www.pawsatlanta.org/
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Mikel K Poet They only take dogs from pounds; I was trained to be a volunteer there. Thanks.
Monday, April 11, 2011
53 DAILY K If I were a rich man
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
--From Fiddler on the Roof
Music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick,
and book by Joseph Stein
"The real source of wealth and capital in this new era is not material things.. it is the human mind, the human spirit, the human imagination, and our faith in the future."--Steve Forbes
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Mikel K Poet
"The man who has won millions at the cost of his conscience is a failure."
--BC Forbes
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Mikel K Poet
"People who grow rich almost always improve their sex life. More people want to have sex with them. That’s just the way human beings work. Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. Money did not make me happy. But it definitely improved my sex life."--Felix Dennis
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"The amount of money you have has got nothing to do with what you earn.. people earning a million dollars a year can have no money and.. People earning $35,000 a year can be quite well off. It's not what you earn, it's what you spend."--Paul Clitheroe
"There are plenty of ways to get ahead. The first is so basic I'm almost embarrassed to say it: spend less than you earn."--Paul Clitheroe
"The more I study the wealthy.. in an effort to learn how to help more people around the world become one of them.. I’m stunned by how many people are actually not rich."--David Bach
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Mikel K Poet "I made 50 million bucks yesterday. That's a flameout I could get used to."--Conrad Black
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
--From Fiddler on the Roof
Music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick,
and book by Joseph Stein
"The real source of wealth and capital in this new era is not material things.. it is the human mind, the human spirit, the human imagination, and our faith in the future."--Steve Forbes
2 seconds ago · Like ·
Mikel K Poet
"The man who has won millions at the cost of his conscience is a failure."
--BC Forbes
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Mikel K Poet
"People who grow rich almost always improve their sex life. More people want to have sex with them. That’s just the way human beings work. Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. Money did not make me happy. But it definitely improved my sex life."--Felix Dennis
about a minute ago · Like ·
Mikel K Poet
"The amount of money you have has got nothing to do with what you earn.. people earning a million dollars a year can have no money and.. People earning $35,000 a year can be quite well off. It's not what you earn, it's what you spend."--Paul Clitheroe
"There are plenty of ways to get ahead. The first is so basic I'm almost embarrassed to say it: spend less than you earn."--Paul Clitheroe
"The more I study the wealthy.. in an effort to learn how to help more people around the world become one of them.. I’m stunned by how many people are actually not rich."--David Bach
8 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet "I made 50 million bucks yesterday. That's a flameout I could get used to."--Conrad Black
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
52 BOLD
"I've taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money."--Source Unknown
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."-- Oscar Wilde
I'm holed up at The Corporate Coffee Store; sucking down coffee, & their internet, since the internet at my home is still down. Many of the folks here at The Coffee Shop are without power, as are half of the people on the street that I live on.
The women sitting next to me are talking about buying candles, & a flashlight. Ga. Power is getting so many calls that they are not answering their phones. We just saw two Ga. Power trucks drive into our hood. Yeah!
The coffee has been made, and drunk; the cats have been fed, the turtles light has been turned on, and I have dropped the little green, "floating food sticks," that nourish them into their water. I have taken Morisson, Dylan, and Dude, who is visiting for three days, outside, and I have fed the dogs. Dude stuck his nose up to my glass front door, and started barking, when I, then, took Henry, and Anna, outside to do their thing. When they were done, I fed the great Great Danes. My morning animal chores are now complete.
Up at 8:30 something. I'm drinking milk from a box that a kind soul donated to my cause. Milk from a box tastes different than milk from a plastic gallon. I am glad to be alive on this Monday. I wonder how many Mondays that I have lived in 53 years on this planet?
Morisson spent the night with Henry, Anna, and The Good Neighbor. This is the first night that he has ever been away from me, other than when I have taken a short vacation, and have placed him with family members.
It is weird to not have him around this morning. It feels like something essential in my life is gone.
Dude is still visiting. Other than a couple of skirmishes through the glass doors with Bolton, the dog who lives, with Lisa, several doors down, Dude's visit has been a pleasant one. The cats, now, mostly ignore him, instead of hiss at him. I assume that they have come to see him as harmless, as more of an unwanted intrusion into their serenity, than a danger to their existence.
The turtles have clean water, this morning, because I cleaned their tank out, yesterday. I alway love it when I look over, and can clealy see my reptiles.
I moved the books off of my printer, and my cat is back, luxuriating on the machine.
Henry went to The 420 Festival in Candler Park, and had to leave because he broke a toe nail. At first, Henry loved all the people who were coming out of the huge crowd to say hello to him, and pet him; but then he started to get scared, and tried to withdraw from all the attention. He is home, asleep, now.
I didn't break my toe nail, this afternoon, at the also very crowded Dogwood Festival, but I did quickly walk away from the incredible number of people who surrounded me during my brief foray into the event, in Piedmont Park. I mean how do people live like this, ten deep to look at a piece of art, standing in line for a half hour to take a piss, line a mile long to buy some over=priced bad for you "food?"
One of the robins who inhabits the nest that they built at the front of our porch just landed. I would much rather spend my time here, with birds, and dogs, than be with the mass of man, and woman, at either festival. The road less traveled is the place to be.
"I've taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money."--Source Unknown
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."-- Oscar Wilde
I'm holed up at The Corporate Coffee Store; sucking down coffee, & their internet, since the internet at my home is still down. Many of the folks here at The Coffee Shop are without power, as are half of the people on the street that I live on.
The women sitting next to me are talking about buying candles, & a flashlight. Ga. Power is getting so many calls that they are not answering their phones. We just saw two Ga. Power trucks drive into our hood. Yeah!
The coffee has been made, and drunk; the cats have been fed, the turtles light has been turned on, and I have dropped the little green, "floating food sticks," that nourish them into their water. I have taken Morisson, Dylan, and Dude, who is visiting for three days, outside, and I have fed the dogs. Dude stuck his nose up to my glass front door, and started barking, when I, then, took Henry, and Anna, outside to do their thing. When they were done, I fed the great Great Danes. My morning animal chores are now complete.
Up at 8:30 something. I'm drinking milk from a box that a kind soul donated to my cause. Milk from a box tastes different than milk from a plastic gallon. I am glad to be alive on this Monday. I wonder how many Mondays that I have lived in 53 years on this planet?
Morisson spent the night with Henry, Anna, and The Good Neighbor. This is the first night that he has ever been away from me, other than when I have taken a short vacation, and have placed him with family members.
It is weird to not have him around this morning. It feels like something essential in my life is gone.
Dude is still visiting. Other than a couple of skirmishes through the glass doors with Bolton, the dog who lives, with Lisa, several doors down, Dude's visit has been a pleasant one. The cats, now, mostly ignore him, instead of hiss at him. I assume that they have come to see him as harmless, as more of an unwanted intrusion into their serenity, than a danger to their existence.
The turtles have clean water, this morning, because I cleaned their tank out, yesterday. I alway love it when I look over, and can clealy see my reptiles.
I moved the books off of my printer, and my cat is back, luxuriating on the machine.
Henry went to The 420 Festival in Candler Park, and had to leave because he broke a toe nail. At first, Henry loved all the people who were coming out of the huge crowd to say hello to him, and pet him; but then he started to get scared, and tried to withdraw from all the attention. He is home, asleep, now.
I didn't break my toe nail, this afternoon, at the also very crowded Dogwood Festival, but I did quickly walk away from the incredible number of people who surrounded me during my brief foray into the event, in Piedmont Park. I mean how do people live like this, ten deep to look at a piece of art, standing in line for a half hour to take a piss, line a mile long to buy some over=priced bad for you "food?"
One of the robins who inhabits the nest that they built at the front of our porch just landed. I would much rather spend my time here, with birds, and dogs, than be with the mass of man, and woman, at either festival. The road less traveled is the place to be.
51 Daily K
There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro, like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually, when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, Facebook, and Blogger.com, the site, where I rough out all my material, are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro; like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, and Blogger.com where I rough all my material out are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at things such as standing in line for food, and not having the internet as life. As long as I am breathing, I am blessed. I have eaten in five star restaurants, it was nice, but I don't really see the point of it. I am happy with a can of ravioli for dinner, but, please, cable company get my internet back on!
There was a man standing in front of me outside the church who was impolite to the other people standing in line outside the church door, and when he got inside, was impolite to the security guard working inside the church; so much so that I thought that he was headed for jail, instead of to the pantry door to get a bag of food.
Some people are grateful for the assistance the they get when they are down and out,
and some are not.
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All pictures in this Daily K are from a musical event thrown monthly, during the warmer months by Andy and Kimmy Sue Shaughnessy at their house in Decatur. If you click on this link you will find a nice story about the event.
http://northdruidhills.patch.com/articles/north-druid-hills-couple-rocks-out-in-their-backyard
There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro, like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually, when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, Facebook, and Blogger.com, the site, where I rough out all my material, are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro; like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, and Blogger.com where I rough all my material out are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at things such as standing in line for food, and not having the internet as life. As long as I am breathing, I am blessed. I have eaten in five star restaurants, it was nice, but I don't really see the point of it. I am happy with a can of ravioli for dinner, but, please, cable company get my internet back on!
There was a man standing in front of me outside the church who was impolite to the other people standing in line outside the church door, and when he got inside, was impolite to the security guard working inside the church; so much so that I thought that he was headed for jail, instead of to the pantry door to get a bag of food.
Some people are grateful for the assistance the they get when they are down and out,
and some are not.
------------------------------------------
All pictures in this Daily K are from a musical event thrown monthly, during the warmer months by Andy and Kimmy Sue Shaughnessy at their house in Decatur. If you click on this link you will find a nice story about the event.
http://northdruidhills.patch.com/articles/north-druid-hills-couple-rocks-out-in-their-backyard
Sunday, April 3, 2011
It's a brilliant day. I was up early because three of the four dogs that are living in this very small apartment, right now, were ready to hit the facilities outside. Anna, a great Great Dane dame, who is 9 1/2 years old, slept in a little bit. I put a leash on Dylan; he has started to wander a bit from our front yard, before doing his thing. Morisson, I am hardly aware of, with so many dogs about, because he is such a good dog; he does his thing without causing any trouble. All Mo wants is attention, to be fed twice a day, and as many snacks as you will feed him. Henry, the two year old Great Dane, is getting better and better to be with in a small space: he is learning the rules!!
Unemployment cut my checks off without any warning, and I find myself trying to pay all my bills, and eat with $88 dollars. For some reason, I am not freaking out; I know that with faith, and effort all things work out. I may have just picked up another dog walking/sitting gig, yesterday; for another Great Dane, no less, and I have a line on a phone job. In the short run, I have started doing an online search for food sources, and utility assistance. It is an interesting process. One church will deliver you a box of food on Saturdays. Deliver! And the delivery comes with a free bible! Is there not a cost of some sort associated with most things?!
I am off for a looooong dog walk. The dogs love to walk, and so do I. I hope that you have a great day.
PS This is a great time to buy a Mikel K Book, or to donate to The Daily K tip jar.
Buy a book: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Donate to The Daily K: www.mikelk.com
Unemployment cut my checks off without any warning, and I find myself trying to pay all my bills, and eat with $88 dollars. For some reason, I am not freaking out; I know that with faith, and effort all things work out. I may have just picked up another dog walking/sitting gig, yesterday; for another Great Dane, no less, and I have a line on a phone job. In the short run, I have started doing an online search for food sources, and utility assistance. It is an interesting process. One church will deliver you a box of food on Saturdays. Deliver! And the delivery comes with a free bible! Is there not a cost of some sort associated with most things?!
I am off for a looooong dog walk. The dogs love to walk, and so do I. I hope that you have a great day.
PS This is a great time to buy a Mikel K Book, or to donate to The Daily K tip jar.
Buy a book: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Donate to The Daily K: www.mikelk.com
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Morisson, and Bundy, are tired from their long walk in The Park, today. I am tired, also. Henry is a very large bundle to walk for a long distance. Morisson was in the mood to pull me about, today, also: he wanted to meet every dog in the park, today, when, usually, he minds his own business. Usually, he walks with Dylan, and not Henry; maybe that had something to do with it. I am going to get a pole dancing lesson, tonight, and the event is supposed to be videotaped, and put up on You Tube. Should I bring a garter belt?
Friday, April 1, 2011
50 Daily K
Yesterday, I met a man who had killed a man. I was having coffee with a friend, and this man walked up to our table pushing a shopping cart full to the brim with blankets, and other things essential for life on the road.
He said that his name was Bobby, and he started to talk a lot about himself. I think that he had had a drink, or two, but he was not belligerent; he was polite, and respectful. I asked him what it was like living on the streets, and he said that it wasn't too bad. I asked him how he protected his all the things that he had in his cart, and he pointed to a large baseball bat like piece of lumber at the corner of the shopping cart. It was then that he told me that he had killed a man. The man had pulled a knife on him, Bobby said, but the state that he was living in at the time didn't care about that; they put him in the penitentiary for 20 years.
I couldn't help but wonder if alcohol was involved in the death, if Bobby had not been drinking when he pulled the trigger. Bobby wandered off with his shopping cart before I got the chance to ask him. There is a saying in recovery circles that goes, "There but for the grace of God go I." I was very drunk, for a very long time, and operated in blackouts for many years. I thank my higher power that I never killed anyone. Bobby was full of regret for what he had done, a sincere regret for having taking the life of another man. You never know who you will bump into having coffee on a patio in Atlanta, Ga. I thank the Lord that I, and you, are alive. It is our greatest gift.
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I don't think Hank done it this way
Really it is hard to get off the beaten path
Even those of us who claim that we are original
have influences that we may not even be aware of
If I wear a dress to a business meeting
where everyone else is wearing suits
someone has probably already done that before.
Good thing that I don't own a dress
and have no business meetings to go to.
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He has established a horrible pattern
with her, and she will accept that
and it will get worse. I mean, it is
none of my business, but I have been
around the block a time or two. Advice
is mostly free, and we all know that
the only things worth having are those
that we paid for. The dogs are begging
to go outside.
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I guess I'm as dumb as I always was
I expected because you were all dressed up
that you would have changed your ways
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Oil
I'm a soldier in your army.
Tell me who to kill now.
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Lit Up
I got mad because my name wasn't up in lights
I failed to see the glint in your eyes.
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The times have never been better
The times have never been better than now
The food stamps don't quite feed me
The disability check doesn't quite pay the rent
They fired me but the government said
I should get a check for being unemployed
Nobody is breathing down my neck
nobody is causing me to be annoyed
My time is my own
though they might cut off the phone, any day now
I am being what I want to be
the words come freely from this pen
I'll never follow someone else's dreams, again.
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Covered in blood and puke
I never made it to the penitentiary
but I've spent many lonely nights
curled up on a jail cell floor.
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All words by K
Yesterday, I met a man who had killed a man. I was having coffee with a friend, and this man walked up to our table pushing a shopping cart full to the brim with blankets, and other things essential for life on the road.
He said that his name was Bobby, and he started to talk a lot about himself. I think that he had had a drink, or two, but he was not belligerent; he was polite, and respectful. I asked him what it was like living on the streets, and he said that it wasn't too bad. I asked him how he protected his all the things that he had in his cart, and he pointed to a large baseball bat like piece of lumber at the corner of the shopping cart. It was then that he told me that he had killed a man. The man had pulled a knife on him, Bobby said, but the state that he was living in at the time didn't care about that; they put him in the penitentiary for 20 years.
I couldn't help but wonder if alcohol was involved in the death, if Bobby had not been drinking when he pulled the trigger. Bobby wandered off with his shopping cart before I got the chance to ask him. There is a saying in recovery circles that goes, "There but for the grace of God go I." I was very drunk, for a very long time, and operated in blackouts for many years. I thank my higher power that I never killed anyone. Bobby was full of regret for what he had done, a sincere regret for having taking the life of another man. You never know who you will bump into having coffee on a patio in Atlanta, Ga. I thank the Lord that I, and you, are alive. It is our greatest gift.
----------------------------------
I don't think Hank done it this way
Really it is hard to get off the beaten path
Even those of us who claim that we are original
have influences that we may not even be aware of
If I wear a dress to a business meeting
where everyone else is wearing suits
someone has probably already done that before.
Good thing that I don't own a dress
and have no business meetings to go to.
----------------------------------
He has established a horrible pattern
with her, and she will accept that
and it will get worse. I mean, it is
none of my business, but I have been
around the block a time or two. Advice
is mostly free, and we all know that
the only things worth having are those
that we paid for. The dogs are begging
to go outside.
--------------------------------------
I guess I'm as dumb as I always was
I expected because you were all dressed up
that you would have changed your ways
-------------------------------------
Oil
I'm a soldier in your army.
Tell me who to kill now.
-------------------------------------
Lit Up
I got mad because my name wasn't up in lights
I failed to see the glint in your eyes.
-------------------------------------
The times have never been better
The times have never been better than now
The food stamps don't quite feed me
The disability check doesn't quite pay the rent
They fired me but the government said
I should get a check for being unemployed
Nobody is breathing down my neck
nobody is causing me to be annoyed
My time is my own
though they might cut off the phone, any day now
I am being what I want to be
the words come freely from this pen
I'll never follow someone else's dreams, again.
--------------------------------------
Covered in blood and puke
I never made it to the penitentiary
but I've spent many lonely nights
curled up on a jail cell floor.
------------------------------------
All words by K
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