The point of your first ten years is to celebrate your life. To feel good, you’re alive!
The point of your teen age years is to overcome the strife. Of knowing you’re alive. And learning how to suffer without crying or denying that the pain that you now feel is about to so reveal your ability to suck up pain not pass it on.
The point of twenties is to rough you up, scratch you with kindness, see how a blindness can break your toes, swallow your woes cause that’s how life goes before thirty.
The point of your thirties is to ensure your flirting with evil gets recognized and have you been baptized by the fire that you started or will the baggage you carted slow you all down some and hey, are the children all watching?
The point of your forties is to find your my lordies, your gurus and glue too’s to follow. Try every character and as you do just beware that none of them are you but forge as forties do, forge toward the glimmer, that spark that spawned between err, that place between all places and you now.
The point of your fifties is reflection, rejection of all that you were. Before you got to here. But here now you see how that time is not numbers or hands on a clock. It’s the pace of our gate and the path that we walk. It’s the times we don’t tock and that tick went unspoken and something awoke and it’s like time doesn’t matter and matter doesn’t time. It’s a time of beckoning, reckoning with right now. Like, holy cow… couldn’t something be different?!
(to be continued)
December 29th, 2022 | Posted in The Point Of Life | No Comments
Never mind the last ten years.
Don’t even bother looking back, I’ll do that for you, and you won’t have to pick any weeds, just have a tomato or maybe a pear…you like pears?
Sure you do! Everybody likes pears!
Anyway, I’m done talking about picking fruit. Now, let’s make some nice fruit salad. M’kay?
December 26th, 2022 | Posted in You Won't Friggin Believe This | No Comments
Ya, Buddy got stiff.
Stiff Person Syndrome.
His eyes cast a shadow of still.
Watched folks sway against their will.
Buddy used their avatar up.
Nothing said but that’s enough.
Finding that diamond in the rough.
Cause finding shit is tough.
Ya gotta pay attention
Not to even mention
You’ve got to see a diamond in the rough.
December 23rd, 2022 | Posted in Don't Need No Stinkin' Badge | No Comments
Watched like a hawk on
A goddamn dock and
Whatsa hawk on a dock, boy?
It’s a sign from Odd.
That very same God.
That beckons to just that few.
Maybe forgot you knew.
On the swirly twirly,
Inna big damn hurry,
You thought you’d sneak though.
Didja?
December 12th, 2022 | Posted in It's Economics Man | No Comments
Buddy was a real deep thinker.
Deep like a deep well digger.
He thought before he’s thirsty
And thinking, he thought the worst he’d
Then encounter
Were thoughts he found there
Way out the plan.
Flipped off and ran
Their own game
Like they were playing
By their own rules
Ya, the bloody fools
Acted like they didn’t know the plan…
December 11th, 2022 | Posted in Jesus Christ I'm Stupid | No Comments
Maully was a bitch of a bitch.
Barged in as a kid.
Made chosen seem as if
It WAS her.
It became her.
And chosen then she soon became.
Like chosen was the name of the game.
The chosen one..
Chosen soon become.
The one where chosen run
The game that everyone calls life.
The game where everyone does strife.
The game where worries last all life.
The wise ones close one eye and see
There’s a bigger thy.
One that ye pray to.
One formed of solid glue.
The glue that we all knew
Connects humanity.
One eye for all to see
The other’s closed.
And those opposed
Are ginger haters.
And big debaters.
They’ll argue anything.
Logic is not their thing.
Confirmation bias?
They know the truth, just try us!
They know, my wonderful Bolt.
They know, my sweet, sweet Maully,
My two almost human dawgs,
You’re just one life away,
You know that any day,
We’re doing bugs next.
December 11th, 2022 | Posted in History Bitch | No Comments
Buddy always knew people hate his shit.
Maybe little wobbly, canna deal with it.
Maybe take a blue pill
Pay a bitta mortgage.
See a ton of good used shit.
Think about the cartage.
Too much good used shit out there.
Bring ’em all under one life there.
Who gonna bitch or now be square?
This shit’s going to Richie Brothers.
November 25th, 2022 | Posted in Assholes Annonymous | No Comments
Buddy had no clue he had no clue
He had no clue.
Didn’t know what to do or what to do.
He could not do.
Ya, he saw the edge that
He thought he really knew.
No breaking through.
What could he do?
He had no clue.
This wasnt new.
He wanted through.
But through, how… who?
His shadow stepped in for him.
Stepped across his real person.
Buddy watched a bitta fearsome
Nothing new came.
Relieved, he let it happen.
And later, as he’s crapping
He opened up his mind
To see what he can find.
And he found this.
November 16th, 2022 | Posted in Don't Need No Stinkin' Badge | No Comments
Buddy ain’t pay much note to noise.
Seems like everyone else is poised
Take a liitle trip from those who know.
Shit going sideways, just below
Limen of feeling
There you go.
Now gonna be that someone.
Find those jerks who alla done.
Say you’re stupid.
Say that Cupid
Is particular
And here you are.
Just you and these arrows.
November 16th, 2022 | Posted in Boy Who Regot Da Virus | No Comments
Buddy saw a heart.
Buddy saw a heart so torn apart
It could not find it’s family.
No organs found turned out to be
That liver, forgiver.
Could you not come hither?
Your memory forgiver?
A bad boy.
Is no choice.
Pappa gonna do his bidding.
Even if Pappa not living.
He works through genes and
In betweens
Pappa likes to pretend dead now
No eye movement, holy cow.
Got a big deal that pop’s do feel.
Someone gonna go to hell now.
Someone gonna go and holy hell
That someone is he.
November 16th, 2022 | Posted in Holy Cow Wartime | No Comments
Buddy didn’t know he didn’t know
He didn’t know.
Life just carried on and
Buddy watched the show.
Never thinking twice if
Life was too and fro.
Like a river flowing
The banks of which are knowing
Whence the water goes.
Before the water knows.
Along the banks it chose.
It goes and always goes.
Water and banks called river.
Watch the river give you
A hint about existence.
Saw Buddy in the distance.
Aha! struck by a river.
November 16th, 2022 | Posted in Operating Systems | No Comments
Buddy didn’t scare much.
Or care much for scaring.
Rather be caring bout
What might happen?
If no one crapped in
His Cornflakes.
Goodness sakes!
A joy would occur
And if Buddy didn’t hear
Shit can go bad
And South in a hurry.
But Buddy don’t worry.
Cause he don’t eat Cornflakes
No mo’.
November 15th, 2022 | Posted in Whatif Da World Is Mada Words? | No Comments
Ya, he had a plan.
Buddy always planned.
Planned like a wise man.
Knowing plans backfire.
Plans borne of liars.
Lying all day to themselves.
Planning when they know damn well.
No plan meets the enemy.
Especially when the enemy
Is a big plan maker.
A planning faker.
And then Buddy blames the plan
Not the planner.
November 14th, 2022 | Posted in You Pain Attention? | No Comments
Buddy has bad days.
Some days good.
Not really sure if more days could
Be bad or better cause chaos reigns
Reigns on every parade.
Like Buddy and others have said…
This is a puzzle and ye that confuzzle
Shit will make a shitstorm.
Hanging their heads so forlorn.
Like they had no hand in it.
Like this kinda twirly shit
Just stirs up by accident.
Maybe deny the facts in it.
But shit Isreal.
Anyone can feel.
The I.E.D. in the middle of the road.
You’ve been told.
Don’t pretend invincible.
November 4th, 2022 | Posted in You Pain Attention? | No Comments
Buddy didn’t like a guy or two
Sayin’ like him or maybe you too
Maybe just doing what people do
They swim swarms with the fishes.
Buddy just doing them dishes.
Watch a waitress collapse
Cause dooofus an ass.
An they didn’t take this in school.
Buddy, he ain’t no fool.
Keep your mouth shut
Opened wee bit but
only to agree with the innocent.
November 4th, 2022 | Posted in Awareness | No Comments
There’s a dead man laying in the middle of the road.
Good man in a car coming up on him slowed.
How was a good man in a car to know?
Dead man and his machete were locked and loaded?
Watch who you help now, don’t get taken easy.
Live life like a kite now, be more breezy.
For you to take off.
When market big drop.
And you were so frigged nah,
On that mortgage…
Fifteen thousand a month?!
Are you crazy?
Cause hard done once is easy.
And crazy done once is pleasing.
November 1st, 2022 | Posted in Don't Need No Stinkin' Badge | No Comments
Shit! He thought.
He’d been caught.
Infected.
Now, he must reject it. Just to be subjective.
It’s fair now, like holy cow…
One could spill their beans here.
Regardless of queer.
One could spill their shit right here.
(release their format)
October 31st, 2022 | Posted in Don't Need No Stinkin' Badge | No Comments
Buddy was an idiot, retarded, a lunatic.
Couldn’t go to rest-a-rants.
No line up for lottery.
No food not made by yourself.
Less it’s take out.
You not author of new shout.
Hey! You bring that shit to me!
October 31st, 2022 | Posted in You Pain Attention? | No Comments
Buddy was a good cadiver man.
Saw him in half, see what you can.
Where his heart should be…
Cast iron pan.
No wonder the blades of Departed are dull!
Grinding a heart that hard is hell!
Even to people that knew him well.
Said Buddy had a heavy heart.
Said Buddy just played the part
Of a tough man with a daffy duck’s back,
Shit bounces off like a clickety clack.
Just over here picking up this slack.
Buddy turning inside out now.
Show parts working so well now.
So damn well that none can tell
Buddy got a heavy heart.
October 31st, 2022 | Posted in Munster Family Runs The Place | No Comments
Buddy’s fingers were not his.
They had biz
Of their own.
And while he’d grown
Quite at home
Working those fingers
Doubt now lingers
Who runs them.
Sometimes not him.
They’d hurt him for no reason
And there seemed to be a season
When they wouldn’t work at all.
When Buddy sent the call
Pick this up, write that.
Those hands, they hollered back.
Just MAKE US! You fool!
We aren’t somebody’s tool!
You need to learn some manners
And ask real slow.
Cause the fingers are done now
And running the show.
You need to learn some manners
And what do you now know?
Should have made some closer friends
Ten damn fingers ago.
October 30th, 2022 | Posted in Operating Systems | No Comments
Buddy was a striver, a diver of the deep.
Buddy dive so deep, bugger up his sleep.
What have I done now? he’d say.
So much easier to pray.
Pray that someone helps him out.
And shit’s so bad his help needs clout.
Problem solver extraordinaire.
Buddy shrugs like he don’t care.
He knows problems always there.
They exist to coax and dare
Can you lay your thinking bare?
Or stuck one one solution?
Minutiae service station.
Buddy now saw relationships
Between the problems
And their solvers.
October 25th, 2022 | Posted in Shit Adds Up | No Comments
Buddy hadda sore spot.
Right about here.
Catch a little grumble,
Person come near.
People lika toothache
Thinkin’ not clear.
Rumble in the younger and
Gettaway from here.
Less a tippa spear,
More like de hando.
October 23rd, 2022 | Posted in Dense Is A Human Forrest | No Comments
Buddy was confused as fuck.
Saw him waves of bad and luck.
Hearda guys getting offed by truck
Tires and drivers and tired drivers.
Right time at the wrong place.
Reality don’t play nice.
No do overs, you plays
The hand God dealt ya
Cause if she felt that
You should not be here.
A great big fucking deer
Would lock horns with you
And you’re unarmed
Cause your horn filled with empty.
October 23rd, 2022 | Posted in You Ain't The Bossamee | No Comments
Buddy ain’t punch no goddamn clock.
That shit rocks
The normal.
Buddy just half smart
Makes for a plain smart
Don’t hafta then cart
Some unproven opinion.
Buddy just some damn minion.
Don’t look at that bitch.
Cause you will soon wish
You didn’t see them snakes.
See it just once, it takes
The wind out of your sails.
Cause looking back nails
Your future to a circle.
Would then be a miracle
You pull outa that do-nut.
October 19th, 2022 | Posted in You Pain Attention? | No Comments
Buddy didn’t believe the Earth was turning
At one thousand miles an hour.
And Buddy never thought he’d see the day
Where idiots had the power
To alter his reality
Something he had thought to be
A making made by him.
But chances now were slim.
To exist as he wanted.
The future, undaunted,
Forced it’s will upon him.
Buddy couldn’t begin
To understand that power.
That grew by the hour.
And if, by chance, that power won,
Then Buddy knows he had not done
All that he could have
Should have
And can do now.
October 11th, 2022 | Posted in The God Of Luck Don't Need No God | 2 Comments
Buddy’s gonna buy gas but
He must pass cause
Now, at last…
He is fucked.
No damn gas for those who pass
Their currency
Their hurrency
Shall be reduced
So them less juiced
Can catch up.
That’s enough
To make a kid ask for no raisez.
October 5th, 2022 | Posted in Look Both Ways Before Crossing This Life | No Comments
Not your car.
Not your home.
No money in any bank.
You are not in Rome.
You? You are alone.
Alone with your devices,
Where asking to be nice is
Kinda self defeating.
Those dee-vices be bleeding
Their “own-ers” kinda dry.
The owners don’t think why.
Cause tattlers give no shits.
Tattlers just spy.
October 1st, 2022 | Posted in Pull Your Head Out Your Ass | No Comments
Count your lucky stars
On your ten fingers.
Cuzz that’s more lucky stars than exist.
Put a little spin
Bout where you bin
Cause bin and where you are
Might collide.
It’s like you died.
Died and went to heaven.
Like I said, you have been.
Everywhere there is. to. go.
Everyplace there is. to. know.
All of this is deep inside.
Deep inside were none collide.
They feel not the impact of to-day.
September 26th, 2022 | Posted in You Ain't The Bossamee | No Comments
I sure do miss you mom.
You were so much fun
And when you came undone,
It didn’t last.
Those moods past fast.
You had no clear idea.
But you sure did see, ya.
We made a big believe.
Things were aye okay.
One belief took ya to
To a lake that maybe you
Hoped was calmer than calmer than calm.
Maybe you went along
With a bright summer song.
And lilies in the breeze.
Where the best bees knees say please,
Take a sip from the sweet water NOW!
September 14th, 2022 | Posted in Y'all Tered States | No Comments
Buddy was tired
And so worn out.
Done with the struggle
Thinking about
Maybe take a breather,
But neither, the breather
Or retuned reciever
Will fill the glass half full.
So close your eyes until
Buddy relaxes
Faces the fact that
He’s not working it.
It’s working him.
September 13th, 2022 | Posted in You Pain Attention? | No Comments