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fuck your indifference


Flower dream

Flower dream (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

fuck this world
its beautiful flowers
and self actuating drones
fuck carrying a wizard staff wherever I go
fuck your small imagination that makes you follow someone else’s
fucked up dreams
fuck your indiffference
and fuck you!

should i write a sonnet about lemmings?


English: A dead lemming on a stone in the rive...

English: A dead lemming on a stone in the river Revåa in Norway. Lemmings migrate in large numbers across the landscape, stopping for nobody. When they have to cross a river of some size, some lemmings will die. Every few years so many lemmings die this way that drinking the water from the streams becomes a health hazard to people hiking in the mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

should i write a sonnet
about lemmings?
their charming culture
and complicated relationships?
should i go on and on about the baby lemming
a lemming mother lost in a snowstorm?
should i try instead to reform them?
or just laugh, heartily,
as they run off yet another cliff?

 

 

Drone Ditty and Drone Poem


MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire...

MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What must it be like to have the mind of a death drone.  I imagine them as happy little killers so
I wrote a ditty and a poem.

i’m a lil drone bot,
sleek and fast
here is my missile
here is my mast
i’ll put you six feet under
with a blast
you won’t see me coming
and you’ll breathe your last

DRONE POEM

i dreamt i was a happy drone
looking for some unfortunate target
over Yemen or Somalia…
oh so many countries to choose from

i love shooting my hellfire missiles
at the completely unawares
can’t wait to try it out on my home soil

oh well, a drone can dream, can’t it
i’ll have my day

So you see it’s not so bad, that dead child just made a lonely drone’s day!

Lackluster Ruminations, definitely will help you get a good night’s sleep.


Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of...

Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of Venus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here are some more random thoughts running through the undercurrent of what
is left of my synaptic membraims.  If you trail off though you may miss something.

Crumble.
Decay.

teeth falling out one by one
spots showing up in field of vision

but fingers know the way
if not, they find the way

to keep the Spirit smiling

crocuses poking their heads out early
in my imagination
or maybe not MY imagination
hard to tell these days what with
crimes against reality

perpetrated by every 14 year old with an iPhone5

So I have to fill out another paper document for the amusement of the Matrix and
as I ponder this and see this document in going off in transit like the opening credits
of Monty Python’s Flying Circus and wonder what mysterious object the Matrix turns
it into upon its arrival in the Central Processing Unit. Perhaps they just convert it into
a binary string that they pipe into their comedy clubs, if the Matrix has such things.

Her pussy, every time, felt like what Prince Charming Felt in his nads when he
slipped that Glass Slipper on Cinderella’s foot.

now scoot!


don’t go pokin’ yer nose in other people’s bidness
and fer fuck’s sake,
quit picking yer nose while I’m talking to you,
Mary, I know yer only seven year old,
but it’s time to learn some hard facts about life
you see, we been livin’ on my small disability pension
and what your Ma makes part-time at the Speedway
this means we ain’t gonna be able to give ya the things
yer gonna need in life

that’s why I’ve recorded a li’l video for you to watch
on your ‘puter and think hard about what yer gonna do
with the rest of your life.

now scoot!

So much faith behind the wheel


so much faith
behind the wheel
so much doubt
about yourself

it is easy
that we believe in those things
the things we take for granted
they are second nature

but believing in yourself?
why not?

you are the only
everchanging constant in your story
and ups and downs
are part of the ride

so the next time
you get behind the wheel
remember who is driving

My kingdom for an eclair!


Feb 16th, 2013

Well, my Level 4 Replacement Matrix Board is coming along quite nicely.
I have colored in the main Matrix Area with oil pastels and included a
Pizza Mandala in the center of the Matrix proper.

The Pizza Mandala came to me spontaneously when I was staying with
my lady in California.  We had purchased a “Limited Edition”
California Pizza Kitchen Pizza and I had baked it for our supper.

Upon cutting the “limited edition” pizza, I suddenly cut the design into
a design that would be hard to describe, but it was not a typical pizza
cut and when my lady came to look at it, she was a bit surprised and
wondered how we were gonna eat it.

I have since put the design on many of my constructions including my
wizard staff and the ill-fated Original Level 4 Matrix Board.  I had made
the rookie blunder of including a Superiority Complex attached to the
Main Matrix and the results were disastrous.  My lady pitched the
original, as well she should have, after my escape back to Ohio when
the shit hit the fan.

Fortunately, the Pizza Mandala that I included in the new Matrix Board
has worked quite well and things have been improving with every step
I take in its construction.  As I had mentioned, I had colored in the main
Matrix with oil pastels and applied fixative to set the colors.

Since then, I have proceeded onto the second stage of affixing items
to the Matrix Board.  At this stage, I have completed the process of gluing
the strands of uncooked spaghetti to the main Matrix and will be looking
for objects to glue both within and outside the Main Matrix.

I have already made up my mind to obtain a laser reader from a
compact disk drive for the scanning ray of the Matrix Board.  I will
either cannibalize an old computer CD drive or possibly go to Radio
Shack and see if they sell anything close in their gadget drawers.

Which leaves me wanting an eclair at 3 AM

 

why do you worry so?


Don't Be Happy... Just Worry

Don’t Be Happy… Just Worry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

not just the precipice
we peer over expectantly
waiting
there is peace in the light
but also in the darkness
peace
is where you find it
find yourself
not ruminating
over things that have no matter
nothing
nothing has matter
so why do you worry so?

 

reading of this poem on SoundCloud

 

 

 

Cry about Superbowl Sunday


Hump

Hump (Photo credit: °Florian)

 

 

 

it is not on command
that you celebrate
except perhaps on Superbowl
and Sundays

you plan
you work
you save
you dream
your little dreams
of Santa suits
and plastic Easter eggs

you decorate
everywhere the Eye can see
even that you do not touch
is decorated by your glance
in sweeping landscapes
and faerie dreams

Wednesdays
you celebrate the Hump
with beers and wings
and lottery, watch a little sports or reality
TV has been reduced to a demigod
and Fridays
you collect less than you are due

Tuesdays
you ruminate
and brood about bills and ills
maybe do the laundry that has piled up
while you’ve been busy playing
Thursdays
you consider
plan your little plans
and visit friends

Mondays
you grumble
you rarely celebrate Mondays

 

 

requiem for a seed (Aaron Swartz)


English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event.

English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

requiem for a seed

SoundCloud Reading

repressed desire
a seed under the asphalt of society
waiting for light, for nourishment,
for freedom to live and breathe

a seed, a hope
not alone
among other seeds
under the asphalt

a seed breaks through
a seed is weeded in the asphalt
but has broken through

more seeds see the break, the light
they mourn a seed
and in their anger
find the strength
to break through the asphalt