Statement of Admiration

I never knew one person could do so much damage so fast.

You Saying Bye?

Are you eager to discover the difference between a little rest and endless slumber?

No Different Now

When I was sixteen, I saw you and said"wow"/ I am forty-five, but no different now/ When I was twenty, I said "I want you and how"/ Now, I'm forty-five and no different now

Relax- Just Kidding

"I chose life and have regretted ever since." Mom's annual birthday greeting brings me down.

Flush

When the Tish has a plan/ When the fish tries to stand/ Did the dish have a fan?

Just Pondering Someone

A hasty tongue and a slow wit generally mark a real piece of ...

Lies Live Long But Truth Stands Strong

Issues are resolved/ Problems are solved/ Only when you have courage to confront them/ Lies live on while good men die/ So long as none refute them/ Honor bought is sold too cheap/ And misery is what liars reap/ Sellers of fables and tellers of tales/ Persist so long as they're able/ Time to turn the table and give them their well-earned label

A Certain Poetry

Svetlana, you make me sweat when I see your lovely Volga/ Svetlana, I am your pet and just beg for the chance to swim in your Volga/ I can never contain your might Russia/ I can not hold you down/ Maiden of Russia

Joy of Kiss

In the fulsome confinement of sweet embrace/ I see the pleasure written on your face/ Looking up with busied tongue/ I only want to taste your ...

Freedom From Want?

Pulled off your tenterhooks/ Made my daring escape/ From that blinding foolish escapade/ Not gonna love again/ Not gonna lose again/ Forget my fatal friend/ Frenzied kisses and tight unrelenting embrace/ I never want to see your face/ Over my head, not gonna suffer that drowning sensation again/ I won't go down but run away/ Nothing that I learned in books/ Tired of your little looks/ You had a grip on me/ Until I sensed the need to flee/ Now just let me be/ Is being without love truly being free?/ I wanted you so/ You had to know/ But you pushed me away/ Now it is you who can not stay/ Go from this place/ I do not want to see your face/ At first you were protected/ Now your love is rejected

Cordite and Flint

Oh the many ways, clever ways, man has conceived for so many generations to destroy his fellow man/ From rock or club to gun and knife/ What the domestic abuser visits upon his terrified wife/ Kill and bury or burn to a crisp with incendiary/ Chemical or biological warfare not enough, here's an A-bomb to do the stuff/ If half the energy used to develop murder machines was spent on gentler things/ We'd all be living in Utopia now/ All that creativity spent on arrows, cordite, and flint

Battle of Passchendaele

Brave young lads who were loved so well/ Sent to bleed in a living hell/ Over the top and there they fell/ Writing a last letter to Jane or Nell/ With a shot of Pusser's their fears to quell/ Some did live to tell the tail/ But thereafter their nights did not go well/ Hearing their torn comrade's final yell/ Over and over, clear as a bell/ Those who found themselves at Passchendaele.

Music Manager Song

I'd promulgate you/ But never date you/ Because I hate you/ But wanna make money on your back/ I hope you sell your track

My Magic Pill

When I am near you, I feel like I'm eighteen again/ When I'm with you my troubles melt away/ When I'm with you, I get younger every day/ You fill the bill/ You are my magic pill/ Without you I'd be sick/ One kiss from you always does the trick/ Knowing you are here to stay/ Always just makes my day

Dear Washington Masters

Guttersnipe and sewer rat/ Bedecked in politician cap/ You are full of the type of garlands and roses that leave us holding our noses

Tarnished Knight

The way things should not be/ I was never there for you while you were always there for me/ I was the perfect pain/ Pouring your love down the drain/ You were an open book but I refused to look/ You used to listen to the lies I'd weave but you were too patient/ You would never leave/ I would cut you down all over town/ But your tolerance never did drown/ In fear or hate/ You did not realize until it was too late/ I did not depart or stop to wave/ But put you in an early grave/ You only saw good in me and did not have the sense to flee

Empty-headed Jester

I was wondering why Electra didn't pay her power bill/ And I guess I always will/ I was searching for where Oedipus wrecked/ No one would tell me-/ I guess it would not be politically correct/ But looking at it in retrospect/ Maybe I was too direct

Sea of Doubt

I am a guppy in the ocean of madness/ I am a tiny helpless fish devoured by sadness/ In this sea of doubt/ I can not find my way out/ I am taken by forces I can not control/ I am a drifting particle with a broken soul/ I am engulfed by this storm of life/ Captured by a world of strife/ I am the prisoner on this primrose path/ Without an ounce of love but with an abundance of wrath

You Ain't All Dat

If you were giving it away, I would not want to have you,/ So, how's that grab you!

Most of All

Nothing can separate me from you/ Nothing so true/ It just must be that I was made for you/ Just must be true/ There is nothing that I would not do for you/ You kinda grab me/ You think you have me/ And you do

The Pegram Blues

I've gotta half-ton truck and two tonna regret/ I got a 4 by 4 but I'm drownin' in debt/ Suicide is the only resort but my insurance company said that's a bad bet/ I'm singing the Pegram Blues and I ain't even hit Nashville yet

Too Much Yesterday

We are condemned by nostalgia/ We are bound up in sentiment/ Nothing is as it once was/ And nothing will ever be the same again/ A generation locked away by memories/ No joyful trap to fall in/ And no escape from that/ We have no glorious future/ When we are imprisoned in the past

On Familiar Ground

I trod these hills before and slogged my way through these verdant valleys still wet with morning dew/ Was I among the many or the few/ Who trundled across grasses green above the knee and weeds still higher?/ I had the sense there I had been before, perhaps many times navigating the compass of dreams in the strange parlance where no GPS may guide

Just a Thought

In American football, there are no loose ends.

Out of Water

I am as lost as a Norseman caught in the South Wind/ With trade wind tides pulling me away again/ I am a Polynesian frozen in an Arctic field/ I am a fruit tree in the desert that never will yield

No Set Equation

There is no quotient or coefficient that can make decisions about love more efficient/ 'Cause love don't work that way/ There is no script to this play/ Love is no quaint old notion/ It always comes with mixed emotion/ Love turns more mercurial almost every day

Like a Weed

I never want to say "could have"/ I never want to hear "would have"/ I never want to feel should have/ I haven't and I'm not/ Not on this blighted range/ Where life always turns the page faster than you can read it/ Lost in all the rage of doubt- You just don't need it

Bring Out Your Dead

Bring out yer dead/ Bring out yer dead/ A pretty young girl lies decomposing in the sun/ That is the end of her days of fun/ Bring out yer dead/ Bring out yer dead/ A nice young fellow who should have run/ Found himself at the wrong end of a gun/ Bring out ya dead/ Bring out ya dead/ A poor old banker who just lost his head/ And forgot what his psychiatrist said/ From his penthouse, he found a quick way to the ground floor/ It is a damn shame he did not use the door/ Bring out your dead

Joy of Europe

A Work of Fiction (any resemblance to any person living or dead is a darned shame): A friend of mine- a genuine lady that I have had the pleasure of knowing since the days of high school hijinks- recently divorced. To celebrate her new found freedom, this lady who I shall call "Karen" decided to treat herself to the Grand Continent. The voyage did not start well as our world traveler could not fly directly to Europe from Nashville but had to go on a connector flight first to tourist paradise Detroit. Her fellow travelers insisted she had to try the freshwater mussels harvested in a nearby Great Lake or maybe it was the wonderful ground turkey Swedish meatball, but whatever the case, upon landing in Norway, she had to deplane in fashionable Delta Airlines' blanket sarong for her trip to the Oslo emergency hospital for fluid restoration. Needless to say, she landed in a grim and morose country, still mourning the worst crime, a senseless mass murder, that had ever visited that little nation. Upon release from hospital, Karen toddled around for typical tourist jaunting, only to meet some nice African gentlemen who decided to liberate her purse and passport by means of broken English and threats with sharp, pointy objects and then insisted that she undress, she feared for an obligatory rape which must be bon ton this season for attractive, blonde unaccompanied American female tourists, but all these non-Scandinavian gents wanted was to make sure that Karen was not concealing a money belt. Not too much of a disappointment by not being forced to submit further, poor Karen had to request the assistance of the United States Department of State without proof she was even an American. In this security conscious age, they do not make easy to replace a stolen US passport, and how beside her Southern accent and perfect American idiom could Karen prove that she was . . . well, "Karen". Fortunately, in her college days, she met someone who is now a Foggy Bottom honcho who managed to replace her official document and had it catch up to her by the time she reached Paris. Karen managed to make it to London just in time to be locked down in her hotel until the authorities are able to put down the ongoing riots. Wow- that is what I call a trip- I had better call Karen's travel agent now.

Memory of Water

The withered field too dry to yield/ The cow ever seeking is not a camel/ No oasis in this newborn desert/ Just forest turned kindling/ This dust bowl summer/ Is way beyond a bummer/ Bones bleached white by striking sun/ No swimming hole, no splashing fun/ A dry bed creek where a river once run/ No fish pond poling/ No great catch today/ The rain just seems to stay away/ Oh forlorn prairie, oh cindered land/ Perhaps the Lord will lend a hand

Hear the Overture

Listen to the symphony of unremitting misery/ This crescendo a mystery of pain and history/ No nuance in the nuisance of age and nostalgia/ No cure for the brokenheartedness or fibromyalgia/ For a symphony of suffering has no easy listeners

Nothing But Curses

Oh errant knight, pernicious paladin/ You are yellow/ Not a hero fighting an invasion of Saladin/ You are a playtime soldier, a fantasist policeman/ But real murderer/ Too afraid to battle those who could resist/ But happy to pick off those so close you could not miss/ No challenge to single combat of real men/ Just blowing up those who would have called you friend/ Making war on the innocent and meek/ Too scared to contest those who are not weak/ I have a feather for you

Stilling That Voice

Silencing the summer serenade/ Oh broken branch/ Drenching all that appealed/ And flooding the field/ Could not keep that promise made/ Cracked melody/ Shattered sullen serenade/ Was that gift squandered?

Life's Great Desire

There was a time when I was younger that I felt a certain hunger that has never gone away.

Stand Fast Liberty

America spent her last care less day/ Enjoying the bounty of summer/ But so much beset her that those who had met her/ Knew she must wake from her slumber/ For freedom is fleeting when tyrants arise/ As patriots prepare a little surprise for those who would harm liberty's enterprise/ They hide not in shadow/ They walk not at night/ And dying to defeat them is the hero's delight/ The martyrs are ready for the cause is just/ Time to trample the despot into his pit of dust

Content with Consent

Ever have the feeling that certain politicians are not fond of the consent of the governed and do not mind a little rape?

Acres of Shame

Jumped or fell from grace/ Such a loss of face/ For an individual or a nation,/ It is the same situation/ Was Eden a place/ Or just a state of mind?/ Selling salvation at the dollar store/ But in the long run, it costs so much more

What About Her?

Nobody ever cared about her/ All they ever did was doubt her/ Will it ever be the same/ Now that everyone shouts her name.

Just a Fact

You can not expect moral clarity from immoral men. We are being led for a fall by the fallen.

The Neither Nors

An attempt to dissect the Obama voter, not literally, of course, only to understand the mindset and motivation of those who cast the votes that might ultimately destroy our nation: Some voted entirely out of racial preference or just as idiotically, to prove to themselves they were not racists. Some who love the dole voted to feather their own nests. Some like the class envy and redistribution game. A friend with the elevated title educator who earned high degrees at the University of Podunk or in this case Podunk State University and who is so liberated that he says he feels no need to defend his liberal bona fides discussed with me his intended vote way back before the 2008 election. He said he was casting with Obama because of his "fresh ideas" which I characterized as warmed over spread the wealth socialism. He claimed McCain was as withered and old as his selfish Republican ideas while Obama was "young and telegenic". I retorted, "Self-interest is not selfishness" and that 'young and telegenic' meant he might as well be voting for Lindsay Lohan. Well, my erudite buddy and his candidate won, but few would disagree now that America lost- big time.

This Life Unlived

No bells tolled/ No gun salute/ The earth's rotation did not stall/ For that little life unlived/ That little dream undreamt/ The little hands unheld/ That expectation, that promise unmet/ The unrealized future of a day that never came

The Comfort Zone

There is a world outside ours: The seen, the unseen, the obscene. Soon I shall be splitting this scene for greener pastures without taxing masters where life is free as it was meant to be. Costa Rica or Alaska- which one to depart to- where can I find freedom faster?

Out of Reach

The little life never lived because today was just out of reach/ This life extinguished before it starts/ A willing choice to tear out our hearts/ Or cruel kismet under sullen stars/ An unrequited life trapped in Fallopian tube/ My tiny son, our hearts' desire/ Never filled with creation's fire/ That little lump of cells/ That blood never becoming our eternal tonic/ Three years ago today/ What else is there to say- I am sorry Susan

Few Little Hints

Try to be quality conscious and not label conscious. Be more aware of value than cost. You will not count your money while you are mouldering in your grave, so enjoy it now. I have known rich people who are miserable but they are never miserable because they are rich. If you can't make it here, give it a try somewhere else. Four out of five dentists seem to have been dead wrong about mercury in fillings. America has plenty of flaws but enough good remains that I kiss the ground and thank the Lord that unlike some others, I am a citizen of the USA natural born. Of course, I thought I was a virgin birth, but Mom clued me in that she is not Mary. You now have to fight for your right to worship. Nothing is free- most especially not time. Fear can be conquered but America can not be.

Touch of Kabbalah

You need not dwell on the tragic when you can make this day magic/ For you were made for a higher thing/ Than the doldrums dark days bring/ If you stay in the light/ You can grab it/ Because the Lord wants you to have it

Never Give Up

When you're feeling unappealing/ Sends you reeling/ Feeling blue/ Not much you think you can do/ But sit and stew/ When you're feeling unappealing/ Sends you reeling/ Sad but true/ Like you're caged in a zoo/ What should you do/ But start anew

Gauging Our Fate

A revolt of the soul/ When once the entrails of birds were inspected/ Now it is to various websites we are directed/ To figure out what is expected/ While the present is neglected/ We used to seek angels in the cloud/ Now we hear pitched aloud that data is stored there/ Guess the cherubs left them barren/ A techie wouldn't bother to check- he'd consider it a fool's errand.

Nothing Without You

What's the use of being sad anymore, sad anymore, sad anymore/ It's true/ What's the use of being sad anymore, sad anymore, sad anymore/ It's true/ It's you I adore, you I adore, you I adore/ It's true/ Why be blue anymore, blue anymore, blue anymore/ Just cause I can't have you anymore/ It's true

Ponder the Imponderables

Can Bill Gates live beyond his means? Why does most everyone eat too much at an all-you-can-eat buffet? Is there life after Google? How can there be such a thing as a giant shrimp? Why do they sterilize the needles before a lethal injection? Do they mourn the Fourth of July at Windsor Castle thinking oh what might have been?

Shirking Responsibility Everywhere

The worst sin one can commit is assuming someone else will do it.

Iran's Space Monkey

Iran just announced that it will send a monkey into space. Let us hope hairy little Ahmadinejad has plenty of bananas while he's up there.

The New Democrats

This generation of Leftist louts might commend Anthony Weiner for a new form of voter outreach.

Circumcised Not Circumspect

An apt description of Anthony Weiner.

Just Can't Miss

I would be remiss if I do not kiss your cares away/ It would be bliss if I could kiss your cares away

Up to It

Pornography is fundamentally destructive to the human soul. Intoxicants are injurious and addictive. The greatest tragedy of all is unrealized potential and God's gift to the human race is infinite potential. We were made for better things.

Nights Are Free

My nights are free although I wish they would not be/ You can be with me; you need not wait and see/ Every evening you need not stay alone, there really can be a "we"

Ends Too Fast

Save the best for last/ The moment has not yet passed/ We'll still have a blast/ Because we saved the best for last

Only Cinders Remain

She came out hard/ She came out fast/ Heard this kinda love could never last/ But some things are just past curing/ This sorta love is so enduring

Not Like That

She thought with her pregnancy weight gain that she had lost her license to thrill. She worried that he would develop a Madonna Complex and not want anything to do with a "baby momma". Do many women delude themselves like this about the men that care about them?

I Told Her

How you hold your virtue is neither here nor there/ Since you never take your virtue anywhere

A Prescriptive Thanatology

A lifetime's hope/ A moment's mope/ An eternity of dread/ Inside the head/ Freud said all men are great in their dreams/ But old Sigmund must have discounted our many nightmares/ That we all ride in on/ Saddled to our fragile mortality/ Fear not though thou descends into the depths of this deathless death/ Despair is but an instant/ A second in the universal conscience/ For loss is not betrayal but inevitable in the quest to gain

Life's Cutting Edge

Daughter seeks her own level/ Son sinking beyond the horizon/ All this left the prophet at a loss

A Pithy Observation

No one wakes up in the morning to be a ne'er-do-well all day

Legacy of Doubt

You made me question every time I got out of bed to shave and had to look in the mirror/ Never made things any clearer/ It was just your way, always your way, and only your way/ So this is what redemption looks like

Shave That Thing

You moved me/ My corrupted morality/ You moved me/ My juvenile mentality/ Forty going on ten/ You moved me again and again

Hopeless in Love

Remember love is a weapon/ It can bind and bruise/ Wound and kill/ It seldom mends and always ends/ It is better to just stay friends/ Than try to heal this seven inch scar

Let's Go Exploring

Let's go to Capistrano where I can see your swallows/ Let's take a trip where I can visit your Sleepy Hollows/ We can go exploring/ So long as it is you I am adoring

Oxy Lady

She gets high every day/ She's been stoned in every way/ Her only concern is gettin' her fix any way/ That's why her sugar daddy has got to pay/ That's the only reason they play/ Oxy lady

Death's Dance Hall

There are restless souls in the cities of the living and in the cities of the dead/ Is there loneliness in the graveyard?/ A cemetery of break rooms and libraries and lounges where words are dead/ Souls are empty, souls are calling but no one hears/ No one cares

The "G" Note

Why'd you have to go and drop the "g"/ I was just a-thinkin'/ That it's just a stinkin' / That you had to go and drop the "g'

Feeling the Void

The absence of your presence left me bereft/ The presence of your absence always deeply felt/ I wonder why you left/ I cry here where you once knelt

Claiming Her Victory

Blighted, slighted, feeling so misused/ Torn all asunder, left to be abused/ Crying, dying, dried out in the sun/ But you stand there basking, asking will he be the forgotten one?/ Laughing, joyful, feeling so amused/ You called me the user all the time I was being used

The Despicable Silence

There is nothing laudable in the dread silence, in the heartache, the loneliness despicable/ The thorn is the last dependable friend after the bottle has broken/ A wrenching rending leaving a void that is filled once again by despicable silence/ It only fosters deep regret when you hear the echo of the emptiness left behind/ Is the bloody bramble better in sunshine than in darkness?/ It does not matter if you are left alone to tend the wound

Remembrance and Catharsis

Fervently and passionately through all the blissful moments/ I cared not how my jaw ached/ Fascinated by the way you arched your back/ For that is the way of cats in alleys the world over/ But I never will be, really can be over you/ Promise and passion rarely mix

Queen of Nights

Tempestuous and beckoning/ As certain as the Reckoning/ With steel cutlass eyes/ And forever and a day thighs/ In a peignoir or a gown/ She made me her hapless clown/ I cared not how much she put me down/ For such a haughty highness deserves to wear her crown/ I was gladly the fool of days/ I only sought her presence/ Knowing I could never win her praise

The Impending Storm

The sky darkens/ The winds swirl/ The first hail staggers the cattle and scatters the sheep/ The thunder echoes in the valley/ As lightening ignites dry branches in the hollow/ Here the sun was shining/ Here the moon illuminated the trees/ Here the deer found succor/ And all was bright and free/ In an instant all is changing/ Casting doubt into the dark/ As every creature seeks a sanctuary/ Burned to nothing by a single spark

A Lingering Shout

The sin of multitudes will never be drowned in a sea of doubt

The Peace Pickle

What if one party yearns for peace and the other doesn't? What if one party makes concessions toward ending a conflict and the other constantly incites against the compromiser? What if the rest of the globe sides with the aggressor against the victim? Some conundrums defy solution, just offer more mind pollution. For those who despise the Jews, there is always world enough and crime.

Momma Baked Bread

The aroma did awaken, oh how the heart did quicken, as that leavening became a foretaste of paradise./ It mattered little, rye or white, or whether the oven burned day or night./ We knew what we could expect./ Though in the kitchen we dared not manage or direct./ The baking was her kitchen project, taken with the same measure of care as a NASA rocket./ God- I miss that bread so and I wonder why that dearest baker had to go.

Exit Stage Down

Bin Laden been 'liminated/ He thought Allah would have seventy-two virgins waitin'/ Instead, he found himself face to face with Satan/ He had lived to kill/ Until he met a Navy SEAL/ He knew he could not pass the test/ The moment he saw America's best/ He's no longer plottin'/ It's good old American justice he's gotten/ With the dregs of the world he had been palin'/ And now he's burning with Hitler and Stalin

Royal Wedding Zombies

I had occasion today to go to the major shopping mall in Nashville proper. I saw a lot of tired people. Even the fragrance snipers at the cosmetic counter were in a sleep-deprived stupor. They had evidently been up all night watching the Kate Middleton-Prince William wedding. Let's just hope the surgeons operating today got more rest than the sales clerks.

Last From Myspace

Partying Has Changed: Rockers used to get down with Jack and smack/ Now that they're old, there's no turning back/ They greet their groupies on Viagra and crack. (December 21, 2010)

Saving More Musings

Psycho Sis: Driven to distraction/ Wrecked beyond reaction/ Loss of all attraction/ To the things that tie me to this life/ There was a time when I was bolder/ When I didn't look over my shoulder/ Now my soul has grown weary/ With days and nights that are so dreary/ Nothing left to share and people fear me/ No one there to even hear me. (Written March 21, 2010)

Post for October

Terrible Titan Troubles: I can just imagine what an honest Tennessee Titan coach's show would look like after the 59-0 trouncing my hometown team took at the hands of the decidedly pedestrian New England Patriots. The highlights could include poor Coach Fisher saying, " Well we didn't fumble on that play" and "don't those vintage uniforms remind you of Earl Campbell". The coach could conclude with "last year at this time, everything was coming up roses for us- yesterday everything was coming up skunks". (Published October 20, 2009)

Thoughts From July

The Jester and the Gladiator: One sang and danced for our pleasure-/ He sang of being "big and bad" but was still in fear of an abusive Dad/ The other was a stalwart brother who could run and throw like no other/ One played in agony/ As few could meet his measure/ The other left a legacy of song that was a national treasure/ One would not yield as he seized the field/ The other would play and play/ In his Neverland life, shunting reality away/ One had emotional growth so sadly stunted/ The other faced blow after blow barely blunted/ One wore the armor of a lifelong child/ The other seemed a stable leader, not the least bit wild/ One fell because he could not sleep at night/ The other because he boarded the "crazy bitch" flight/ In ways, both lived to entertain/ One fought his own demons/ Both had their pain/ Rest would not find one- so he would weep/ The other afflicted by infidelity creep/ Both felt their plans were set in stone/ But God Himself decides alone/ One may stage the world's greatest show/ But can not Know/ One may precisely direct a ball/ But One Above controls it all/ One visited the arena mostly on Sundays/ The other lived life as a carnival trying to make the doldrums "fun days"/ Both had passed their performance prime/ Battling the ravages of time/ Both succumbed to the Fall/ Neither expecting the ultimate Call/ Our days are indeed speedin'/ As we are so far away from Eden. (Originally published to commemorate the loss of Steve McNair and Michael Jackson on July 5, 2009) Number 9 with a Bullet: It is always him that the fans adore/ But he was failed by a bullet or four/ You would always hear the crowds roar/ They wanted more and more/ His athleticism simply astounded/ I could not believe how it sounded/ When I heard "Air" McNair was permanently grounded/ As for me, I saw him twice/ I had no inkling whether he was nice/ But obviously, he had a little vice/ For which he paid the ultimate price. (Another musing on Steve McNair's murder) We Die Free in Tennessee: You can pump that bilge from the streets of San Francisco to the sewers of D.C./ But you can't impose it in the hills of Tennessee/ My family, friends, and neighbors are still willing to give their lives to be free/ You can seize a town in battle/ But you'll never conquer me. (The last two posts were originally published July 6, 2009) The Silver Thread: The silver thread in the golden chain/ Gives us two millennia of Cain/ We gave you your Lord/ If there be a Son/ So go and spare us the pain/ We have suffered and been demeaned/ For a mission that could have happened no other way/ Denounced, betrayed, tortured beyond endurance- not only His lot/ But brought to us ever since/ We had no might, no armies, no nations/ But armies and nations turned their might against our babes in arms and mothers/ You who claim to be our brothers/ Is our extinction your Divine Commission?/ Just as Mary delivered Him to your masses/ Who so often lined up against us/ In inquisition, pogroms, Shoah's fire/ Was this your God's desire/ For the people of his earthly mother?/ We never proclaimed flawless lives/ Never ate of the Paschal Lamb/ Real or fake/ We did not partake/ So just leave us be and we will carry our sins with us/ That is our cross you neither share/ Nor have to bear. (Protest against Christian persecution of Jews that appeared on July 10, 2009) Obama's Jaundiced Judges: The one who is anointed/ Has appointed one supremely disjointed/ Both the master and the judicial disaster stand against the old order/ They both bear a grudge/ To be enforced by "Soviet" Sotomayor/ A strikingly leftist judge/ Who from here anti-old order prejudice won't budge/ She would have sat comfortably on Stalin's court/ Where law was a scoundrel's resort/ With revocation of rights/A practiced sport. (Written on July 14, 2009)

Dancing on Memories

Dance On: Moon walking with Jesus on a cloud/ Moon walking and singing out loud/ Moon walking with Mohammad on the moon/ Michael, you'll be there soon/ Moon walking with Moses near the Throne/ Moon walking and you'll never walk alone/ Michael only wore one glove/ But how you gave the world your love. (Offered after the death of Michael Jackson- June 25, 2009). The Pits: A little paper umbrella won't stop the storms of life/ A little cocktail sword won't block the blade of the knife/ You'll drown before you drink the sorrow away/ This life is in one take/ It is a one act play. (First appeared June 26, 2009) Prey: You're doomed the moment she strikes your fancy/ You're in a real life Sid and Nancy/ She's already sealed your fate/ She'll tear out your heart and slice it on a plate/ The die was cast on the first date/ Nothing in your experience can relate/ Once you have encountered your terminal date. Chorus: Nothing but the devil's handmaiden/ Woman made for sin, indeed/ She leeches everything you need. (Conceived as a lyric on June 30, 2009). Serious: I don't play at work/ I don't work at play/ I start in the morning and I do it all day. (Final offering of month also on June 30, 2009)

Yet Another Effort

Crashed and Crushed: Tried but trying/ And I feel like dying/ I've come untied and I'm unhinged/ Don't know if I'll be back again/ I could not find a friend and I was was at the end/ My train went off its track and the world was fading to black. Not for Nothing Airlines: They charged for the seat/ But it wasn't complete/ So they charged for a blanket as well/ Welcome to traveler's hell/ They charged for the nuts/ For two seats for big butts/ The poorest part of Africa has far more luxurious huts than clot-inducing coach class/ Dear afflicted lass, sneezing and coughing all the way/ But for that immunity system test at least, the airline doesn't make you pay/ Shoe in back and elbow striking head/ The carrier can't get out of the red/ Fee for this, charge for that/ One thousand bucks to carry your cat/ If the market would bear,/ They'd charge you for air. No Back down Man: I need no protection/ I defy convention/ I don't vie for affection/ I don't take direction/ I don't declare my intention/ And I'm as real as can be/ I live free. (The three previous posts were composed on February 2, 2009). Ethereal Presence: There flies the lowland meadow sprite/ There flits the fairy in dark night/ There the seraphim gather in flight/ An oft occurrence but unseen sight/ And in the gloaming as darkness dampens/ Mere mortals know not what magic happens. War Chant: There is something tribal in the offing/ Something tribal in the air/ There is no time for scoffing/ But there is plenty to fear. (Last two verses were first offered on February 12, 2009).

The Narrative Continues

Man of Letters: S breaks a heart/ And tears a life apart/ M comes in all sorts of weather to put things back together/ S is stultifying and dark/ M is a breath of fresh air and as sunny as a walk in the park/ Will B and D tie you down or set you free?/ Is either right for you or me? (Published January 1, 2009) Future Perfect: You are my present/ She was my past/ I want to unwrap you/ And make our love last (Appeared January 2, 2009) Memorable Mademoiselle: Splendid little acts of infamy by a trend setter/ And you know you can't forget her/ Every man yearns to be alone/ With a Mata Hari, Madonna, or Sharon Stone/ Each one of them a diva/ To la difference, we say "viva" (Written January 3, 2009) Occupy Your Mind: How sad is it that so many people feel the need to glom onto the tragedy of a celebrity to give themselves meaning in their lives? Most of those in the public eye would not put a fan out if that fan were on fire. Don't these poor folks have enough tragedy in their own lives without having to appropriate the misery of someone famous to add significance to their day to day doldrums. Drop the G: Why'd you have to go and drop the "g"/ Why'd you have to go and drop the "g"/ You know how much that little letter meant to me/ So why'd you have to go and drop the "g"/ How could you be so cruel to me?/ Why'd you have to go and drop the "g"? (Last two pieces both originally appeared on January 7, 2009) Wigged Out, Caught In: I want to spend my time in your asylum/ I want to sleep in your bedlam bed/ I need to be the mad man in your cloister/ Even if the next day I am dead. (Appeared January 12, 2009) Up the West End: I'd like to arm myself with a lot of facts/ Just to see the way the world reacts/ I'd like to ask you on another date/ Just to hear you ululate/ I'd like to shout out loud but not in hate/ Just to tell you I know you're great/ I'd like to take you places that you never go/ Just as long as you take it slow/ You never know how much your love will grow/ If you just stay part of the show. Measure Twice: Two Godly women got me in an ungodly mess/ I don't know which one to caress/ They both deserve such tenderness/ There is not one I curse and one I wish to bless/ One is not more and the other not less/ My angels will have to direct me I guess/ This is way too important to jest/ I need the Higher Hand to guide my quest. (Last two verses originally published January 11, 2009).

More of Same

Kvetching in Style: I am the renegade raconteur but I'm not on the airwaves/ I can barely make it up the stairways/ I don't even seem to be part of a pair most days/ I just can't stand my own little "oy veys". (Published December 27, 2008) Eve: I admired her from afar/ Right down to the little shining star/ Billions of Eves with tricks up their sleeves/ And is one Eve right for the Adam in me?/ Does this eve stand behind a red portal/ Or a pink pagoda?/ Does her little man in the boat resemble Yoda?/ Will she flow like a river or dance like a wave on the ocean/ Will she love me forever?/ Or is that a quaint notion? (Appeared December 28, 2008). Ride: The lady who's driving should know what's in store/ Between six and eight cylinders to make her engine roar/ If she shifts the gears right/ She can drive it all night/ This racer is sure/ That her motor will purr. Query: Is your narcissistic personality in order? (Published December 29, 2008).

A Purposeful Enterprise

I am starting this new blog largely to preserve the rather random jottings that I previously had recorded on a myspace forum that has become moribund and I fear may soon vanish. The old writings were not by in large in keeping with my original largely political despotinwaiting blog. To start from the start- the first posting with real content- Is an Atheist in My Foxhole: Life Is harrowing for those trying to live free/ That's just the way it was meant to be/ Never place faith in politicians/For they will deceive you with ever evolving positions/ We all wish there was a simple guide to tell us how to conduct each day/ Indeed there is a path to follow, it is called to pray. Solution: If irony is bitter, stop eating it. (First published December 13, 2008). Jokes: When I was younger, a lot of kids played grand theft auto. We didn't have video games back then. They just liked stealing cars. I ate at an Italian bistro last night. I complemented the raisins in the tiramisu- I said, "that sure is an unusual touch". The waiter seemed taken aback. When I was leaving as the joint closed up, I heard the server shout toward the kitchen, "Hey Guido, the rats are back." (First appeared December 18, 2008). Abandoned: She used to call ten times a day/ Now she works hard to stay away/ Like other prisoners, I still get an occasional conjugal visit/ But it isn't what it used to be- is it? (Appeared December 20, 2008). Song One Billion Three Hundred and Seven (or so): Did Sinatra ever play Sumatra?/ Are virgins in Vegas quite rare?/ I guess it all depends on what you're smoking/ Or what's wafting around in the air (Published December 22, 2008). Old Dance Nuance: I have felt the primal fury/ I have seen the Southern sun set/ I know I am not there yet/ But I will be gone./ You said once that you were my "pet"/ But I don't think it's a good bet/ That we'll travel down the same roads to St. Peter's Gate/ The only thing I know for sure/ Is that there is no cure/ For in this life, we all suffer the same fate/ I wanted to be with you now/ But I'm stuck behind this plow/ And there is no wedding date/ Well, my love for you is real/ It's just a shame that it can't heal your new found hate. Climb: The mountain I thought was insurmountable/ Is no doubt redoubtable/ But if my will is strong/ And I work my way along/ I'll plant my flag on the summit in the sun/ I'm committed now/ I'll make my way somehow/ For there is no where for me to run/ I might slip and fall/ But at least I tried it all/ I did not have a ball/ Yes I have felt the wrath/ Could have picked another path/ But now the top's in sight/ And I can not quit the fight. (Appeared December 23, 2008).