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).