#9 I wish that I was nominated for Something.

How many last goodbyes exist in all of us?

Is it possible for haves to fully understand
what it is like to be a have not?

We all have a story to tell; is yours going well?

I need prayers, man and woman; I need prayers for people this side of Heaven, and Hell, and for those on The Other Side. I need prayers intense, and I need prayers fast!

Steven Milsap,a damn fine artist, and a man who ought to know, says: "I've enjoyed watching
the Mikel K news feed on Facebook--you are an entertainer wizard, and a true star."

I wish that I could say that something really important had happened to me, today, but it hasn't. I watched Harold, I mean Herman Cain give a speech in which he, "suspended." his campaign. I walked the dogs around the block. It was a pain in the ass dog walk: Henry the great Great Dane dragged me the whole way, and I kept having to pull the dogs into the street so that Bundy would not bite any of the many people heading to our neighborhood high school to watch a football game. I like it when The Hood is quiet, and void of folks. I like The Beach that way, too, Winston! I guess walking the dogs is important. Maybe on my headstone, if I have one, they will say, "Here lies a man who is great because he walked his dogs."

The clothes that I have for this type of thing
are wrinkled, and covered in animal hair, and dust, in places.
I don't go to memorials for the dead very often.
If I don't look my best, I will, at least, look like
I have done my best to dress for the occasion.

At the memorial, men who don't usually say such a thing to each other
said, "I love you," to each other, and some of these men,
some of them very hard men, cried.

We weren't supposed to be gathered about this person.
He was too young to be laying in a coffin. His dad
had cried to me, the other day, when I went over to
his house to offer my condolences that, "Fathers are not
supposed to bury their sons, Mikel; it is supposed to be
the other way around." He cried on my shoulder for
several minutes, and all I could think to say to him was
"I love you."

My dog, Morisson, just showed no interest in a frozen banana that I thawed out to put in my oatmeal, earlier this morning, and forgot to add to the oatmeal. Henry just inspected it, and he is not interested in it either. I bet if I leave it there on the floor on its plate that some dog will eat it.

I added some corn, and green beans, to the banana, and Morisson is eating The Concoction. Henry is looking on, as if he is being left out, or screwed over, which he, kind of,is.

I'm not getting anywhere doing this, but then again
I am not not getting somewhere; who knows where
anything can lead. Your dreams might come true
while you are cutting your toe nails, or while you are
scraping dog poop off of the floor. You might not
necessarily be dressed for success when your dreams
arrive.

One of my turtles, the small one, the man Prynce
is on the fake rock underneath the heat lamp,
and the other turtle, the large one, the woman
Rue Paul, is swimming about the acquarium. Both
of them are happy.

I need to whisper more when you yell.

Joan's hospitalization, and subsequent tough recovery, and the passing of my neighbor's son, have given me a great, great deal of gratitude for the health that I have, for the life that I have. Being alive is the greatest gift that we have, and being healthy while alive is a blessing not far behind being alive, for an unhealthy life is not a great one to live.

Pedophiles appear to have figured out that being a basketball, or football coach
is much like being a priest; you have unlimited access to young boys.

I think that my cat Kobain got caught, in the middle of the night, behind the same pantry that Jaggar fell behind the other day. I heard a weird noise, last night, and could not figure out what it was. Joan said that it was probably Kobain stuck behind the pantry. I am going to have to do something with that pantry. I can't have this happening to my cats.

The music attracts me. Your smile enchants me.
You make me feel so unlike a bachelor, I'm not
sure what I'm a gonna do, except to keep on
standing here like a grinning fool.
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Everybody Works At Wal-Mart

Everybody works at Wal-Mart,
and they drink coca colas,
while watching American Idol.
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Freedom Was A Whore

Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.

Freedom just walked
away.

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The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant

I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
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Herman is gone. Who now?

From watching Herman Cain's resignation speech, the other day, I am convinced that the man does not poop the same as the rest of us. His shit don't stink is what first comes to mind, at least in his mind. Herman, as far as Herman is concerned, can walk on water and turn bread into wine. He is guilty of nothing, responsible for nothing that he did, except the good stuff, which I'm betting that if it was further inspected, wasn't all that good at all. How many people lost their job over at The Pizza Place when Herman took over, so that he could look like a good businessman? The Chief Pizza Folks probably knew that they had to can a bunch of folks, and had to bring in a guy who only cares about himself to get the job done.

The lady teaching me how to clean up dog shit,
in the online video, used bbq sauce to substitute for
poop. What will they think of next?

I have just been informed by a friend that the rates that hookers charge is over the edge. He said that you used to be able to, "get a top shelf hooker for a reasonable price." Now they charge you $300 to jack off to something that you pay to see on The Internet. Who screwed up Those Reasonable Hooker Rates Times: was it Bush, or was it Obama? And would Newt Gingrich, or Ron Paul screw it up more, or could they fix it?
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Sometimes, I am politically correct in my prayers, both praying in the conventional way that I have been taught, and then sending shout out positive vibes of thanks to The Creator, My Higher Power, who I choose to call God. This morning, the sun is hitting The Love Porch in an especially magic way, and I had to stop and offer thanks; thanks for the beautiful sunlight, and thanks for The Beautiful Life that I have been given.

I love to travel, and I would go just about anywhere: there are so many poems to be written in, and about, places where I have never been.

Mikel K's clothes have been bought by Mikel K.
He has done his own hair, and sees no need for makeup.
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God Bless Us All and Happy Holidays,
Mikel K