Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Anguish
Cancer cracks façade
time looms like a guillotine
set to slice off tumor.
Doctors poke and prod
awaiting new test results
demands jug of faith.
Dad is tranquilized
Mom is a basket of nerves
Sister asks for help.
I busy my mind
picturing a good outcome
for this affliction.
time looms like a guillotine
set to slice off tumor.
Doctors poke and prod
awaiting new test results
demands jug of faith.
Dad is tranquilized
Mom is a basket of nerves
Sister asks for help.
I busy my mind
picturing a good outcome
for this affliction.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I-Robot
I-Robot
am conscious and
out of the white-light zone.
I know that I am alive
that blue blood courses
through my veins. I know
that I require food and water
water mainly, to survive.
I know that this casing that I exist in
is designed to last one hundred years
give or take
and depending on how well
I read and follow the manual.
I know that I am meant to explore
my world and
get along with my fellow robots
I have been given a brain.
Sometimes it gets me into tight spaces.
I have something called health
a priceless commodity, more valuable than
gold, diamonds or oil.
I need shelter because my unit
will corrode if left out
in the elements too long.
I realize that there are lower life forms and
that they have been provided to
fulfill my nutritional requirements.
I have noticed that some units have different coloring
and features. I've noticed that some bow to different creators.
I know that the vast universe
has constructed a series of gates for me to open
as I learn new things and discover
important rules not found in the manual.
I know that I am alone, separate from my
fellow units and this distresses me.
I attempt to join with one and find that
he does not always share my thinking
on important issues, half of our time is spent
on finding middle ground.
Time is the other precious commodity
usually by the time we realize this
we have traveled quite far
in the wrong direction
and must back track.
I question my creator as to the fallacies I find.
Why do they exist?
Is that the point to this exercise?
Must we
fix
all of our own
leaks and flaws?
Must we manipulate and reprogram
our systems
Must we integrate and redefine
our priorities
to what end?
What is the reward for all this aggravation?
I find that I require further
incentive for this mission.
I need to know when we began
where and how we were created and WHY?
Was it ions ago on a robot ship out in space
OR on a distant planet called heaven?
Is our savior a higher form of robot?
Why must we wait for HIM?
Define reality?
Is reality a state of mind?
Do we really exist?
Is this a grand experiment gone worng?
Do we have souls?
Will our souls live foreverOr
or shall we simply die
returning to the earth
to be reborn again
perhaps as a lower life form
starting on a different rung
og the ladder
because we didn't learn the lesson yet?
OR
will we ultimately discover
long after our batteries reach
their expiration date
that we were just
tinker toys
constructed and then left to rust
in an alien child’s
imagination?
am conscious and
out of the white-light zone.
I know that I am alive
that blue blood courses
through my veins. I know
that I require food and water
water mainly, to survive.
I know that this casing that I exist in
is designed to last one hundred years
give or take
and depending on how well
I read and follow the manual.
I know that I am meant to explore
my world and
get along with my fellow robots
I have been given a brain.
Sometimes it gets me into tight spaces.
I have something called health
a priceless commodity, more valuable than
gold, diamonds or oil.
I need shelter because my unit
will corrode if left out
in the elements too long.
I realize that there are lower life forms and
that they have been provided to
fulfill my nutritional requirements.
I have noticed that some units have different coloring
and features. I've noticed that some bow to different creators.
I know that the vast universe
has constructed a series of gates for me to open
as I learn new things and discover
important rules not found in the manual.
I know that I am alone, separate from my
fellow units and this distresses me.
I attempt to join with one and find that
he does not always share my thinking
on important issues, half of our time is spent
on finding middle ground.
Time is the other precious commodity
usually by the time we realize this
we have traveled quite far
in the wrong direction
and must back track.
I question my creator as to the fallacies I find.
Why do they exist?
Is that the point to this exercise?
Must we
fix
all of our own
leaks and flaws?
Must we manipulate and reprogram
our systems
Must we integrate and redefine
our priorities
to what end?
What is the reward for all this aggravation?
I find that I require further
incentive for this mission.
I need to know when we began
where and how we were created and WHY?
Was it ions ago on a robot ship out in space
OR on a distant planet called heaven?
Is our savior a higher form of robot?
Why must we wait for HIM?
Define reality?
Is reality a state of mind?
Do we really exist?
Is this a grand experiment gone worng?
Do we have souls?
Will our souls live foreverOr
or shall we simply die
returning to the earth
to be reborn again
perhaps as a lower life form
starting on a different rung
og the ladder
because we didn't learn the lesson yet?
OR
will we ultimately discover
long after our batteries reach
their expiration date
that we were just
tinker toys
constructed and then left to rust
in an alien child’s
imagination?
Monday, January 17, 2011
Not for the Faint of Heart
I feel a slam coming on!
Oh- So you THINK you are helping!
Let’s break that down
T as in testosterone fueled
H as in hairy beast
I as in insanity runs in your family
N as in Naturally if YOU had done it
K as in Bend OVER
FUCK as in I GOT YOUR THINKING RIGHT HERE!
Now why don’t you
Kiss it
Lick it
Rub it
Stick it
into the open and let some sun shine on it
and dry up some of that moldy shit
clogging those pipes.
I mean--it’s a rotten shame
to waste perfectly good material
on a primitive mind.
Get out of your cave--Neanderthal!
Careful now, don’t hurt yourself!
I wouldn’t want you to get a nose bleed.
Because you might get rickets or scurvy
by venturing into uncharted territory.
There is some nasty SHIT
out there.
One thing you have to
remember is to
protect yourself at all times!
Because hairy beasts
tend to congregate
in dark airless places.
And they THINK they
Know
EVERYTHING!
They KNEW THAT before
"you were even out of diapers"
before you learned how to "wipe the snot
out of your nose." They could teach a CLASS
on it. They don’t need DEGREES.
Because they got a degree in LIFE!
Baby
Doll face
Brat face
coochey coo
tootley too
blah blah
siss boom bah
la ti da
La ti dah?
Oh yeah
that was the bitch
you tricked
into believing
the lies that you spin.
Colorful lies
Alluring
Enticing
Dazzling
WAIT--- I need my shades.
WHEW--I can feel one coming on—NOW
that was too close.
Did you see that?
A fucking shooting star
Quick that one--NO-- OVER THERE!
Beautiful
Dangerous
HOT
Too hot for me
And so you see
that’s what I
THINK!
Oh- So you THINK you are helping!
Let’s break that down
T as in testosterone fueled
H as in hairy beast
I as in insanity runs in your family
N as in Naturally if YOU had done it
K as in Bend OVER
FUCK as in I GOT YOUR THINKING RIGHT HERE!
Now why don’t you
Kiss it
Lick it
Rub it
Stick it
into the open and let some sun shine on it
and dry up some of that moldy shit
clogging those pipes.
I mean--it’s a rotten shame
to waste perfectly good material
on a primitive mind.
Get out of your cave--Neanderthal!
Careful now, don’t hurt yourself!
I wouldn’t want you to get a nose bleed.
Because you might get rickets or scurvy
by venturing into uncharted territory.
There is some nasty SHIT
out there.
One thing you have to
remember is to
protect yourself at all times!
Because hairy beasts
tend to congregate
in dark airless places.
And they THINK they
Know
EVERYTHING!
They KNEW THAT before
"you were even out of diapers"
before you learned how to "wipe the snot
out of your nose." They could teach a CLASS
on it. They don’t need DEGREES.
Because they got a degree in LIFE!
Baby
Doll face
Brat face
coochey coo
tootley too
blah blah
siss boom bah
la ti da
La ti dah?
Oh yeah
that was the bitch
you tricked
into believing
the lies that you spin.
Colorful lies
Alluring
Enticing
Dazzling
WAIT--- I need my shades.
WHEW--I can feel one coming on—NOW
that was too close.
Did you see that?
A fucking shooting star
Quick that one--NO-- OVER THERE!
Beautiful
Dangerous
HOT
Too hot for me
And so you see
that’s what I
THINK!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Foundation Class
*** I took a Basic Handgun Skills Class yesterday and highly recommend it to all my friends.
For more info: Koaservicesinc.com
When you’re a woman
and you hear the words
foundation class
the first thing that comes to mind
isn’t necessarily
the proper and safe
use of a handgun
but in this day
and age
it isn’t a bad thing
to learn.
Basic handgun skills train
you how to survive
a deadly encounter.
Sight alignment and trigger control
are the two most important things
to know when using a firearm.
You will learn to protect yourself by
carrying a knife
flashlight
and having pepper spray in your car.
This is the mark of a savvy woman.
Employing Ooda Loop
an acronym for
Observe
Orient
Decide
Act
and knowing how to break one
will prepare you for potential threats.
Proper mindset and being prepared
isn’t just for Girl Scouts
and terrorists.
These skills will keep you ALIVE.
Get out of the White--no perception zone
and into the yellow—relaxed awareness state.
Look around, use all of your senses.
Be alert.
FOCUS IN on your environment.
You may be AMAZED at
what you have been MISSING.
For more info: Koaservicesinc.com
When you’re a woman
and you hear the words
foundation class
the first thing that comes to mind
isn’t necessarily
the proper and safe
use of a handgun
but in this day
and age
it isn’t a bad thing
to learn.
Basic handgun skills train
you how to survive
a deadly encounter.
Sight alignment and trigger control
are the two most important things
to know when using a firearm.
You will learn to protect yourself by
carrying a knife
flashlight
and having pepper spray in your car.
This is the mark of a savvy woman.
Employing Ooda Loop
an acronym for
Observe
Orient
Decide
Act
and knowing how to break one
will prepare you for potential threats.
Proper mindset and being prepared
isn’t just for Girl Scouts
and terrorists.
These skills will keep you ALIVE.
Get out of the White--no perception zone
and into the yellow—relaxed awareness state.
Look around, use all of your senses.
Be alert.
FOCUS IN on your environment.
You may be AMAZED at
what you have been MISSING.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
True Grit—Cherita
The "Cherita" is a creation of ai li, the founding editor of "still: home for short verse," and now its independent e-zine offshoot "dew-on-line."
Cherita [pronounced CHAIR-rita] is the Malay word for story or tale. A Cherita consists of a single
stanza verse, followed by a two-line verse,
and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can be written solo or with up to three partners.
The Cherita tells a story.
True grit spoke possibilities.
It evoked rare things
like justice and fair play.
It introduced a shrewd anti-venom
because snakes and skeletons
tend to multiply within dense regions.
Cherita [pronounced CHAIR-rita] is the Malay word for story or tale. A Cherita consists of a single
stanza verse, followed by a two-line verse,
and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can be written solo or with up to three partners.
The Cherita tells a story.
True grit spoke possibilities.
It evoked rare things
like justice and fair play.
It introduced a shrewd anti-venom
because snakes and skeletons
tend to multiply within dense regions.
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