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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

It Was Meant To Be

Photo via HypnoArt from Pixabay 
Destiny is the outcome of actions that occurred in the past. However, when people say that “it was meant to be,” how do they know that it was meant to be? Why would they even say that? Like we don’t have a choice! 

Maybe, when one says “it was meant to be,” it means that because of your actions the outcome was the result. To me that makes better sense, than something that has already been written or meant for you without any choices. You following? 

Anyway, destiny is an outcome of choices. I believe that some of those choices lead people to their fate, meaning that they made bad choices and something bad happened to them because of their choices. 

If you ever say that God knows what is going to happen, I will argue with you. If God knows the future, why doesn’t he stop the pain and suffering that spreads throughout our planet. It’s BS! I have also heard that God knows the future but he still gives you free will; he just knows what you are going to choose, but he does not want to interfere. I guess that is a better way to explain it. Still, knowing the future is saying that everyone's lives is already played out. 

People’s actions affect the future and choices are always present by the gazillions in a day for one person. So, to know the future, is just BS for me! 

Because, if the future is predictable, exactly, then our lives have been written out for us, and it does not matter if you are good or evil. I believe people chose their lives. Anyway... What do you think?

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Promise My Cat Made

Photo by Bazooka Teaches: Actual photo of cat that made this promise to me
     I found this black cat, one day, inside a beer box in front of a dirty house. He was a kitten meowing at me as I was passing by. It was very hot that day, and he looked like he was near death—dirty, damped, thirsty, hungry, skinny. 
     When I looked down at this guy, he said to me, “If you take me, I promise I will make you the leader of the humans once I take over the World.” 
     Seriously! 
     I thought about it. 
     I looked at his condition and decided that if he managed to make it inside that box for as long as he has been in there, maybe... 
     So, I took him to live with me. Never had a pet until this guy came around. I decided to call him Chepe. 
     However, I’m starting to think, 15 years later, that all he likes to do is eat and sleep all day! 
     So much for the promise, huh!

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Ed Has a Polaroid of a Photograph

Photo by Nina Mattews from Wikimedia Commons
Ed has a picture of a photograph
He’s got a nipple and a butt in it
and do you really want to know
that she’s kind of ugly wrong
and she really, really turns him on.

I guess it’s time to leave because
he wants to be alone.

She spins me around
and round about
The burning crazy mind picture fix
and does it really need to show
her butt, that rump, her cushioned
throng and our slob really
weights a ton.

I guess it’s time to leave our minds
in a porno tone.

Ed has a picture of a photograph
He got it from a calendar
bought at $25.00
and do you really want to see
that nothing here is for free
and its Scott’s fridge were she sits.

I guess Ed’s gifts are always crude
but still the best.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Teens Honing on Laziness


Photo by Myriams-Photos from Pixabay
Yes, the millennials are known to be a generation in which they think they are entitled to everything without having to do any work. The newest of the millennials are even worse! These guys don't even want to learn how to drive when they turn 16. Can you believe that shit!?

Seriously, many teens, nowadays, do not desire to develop basic survival skills for the future. One of them is learning how to drive. Because of Uber and Lyft, teens now have a service that takes them everywhere. This also promotes their wanting to relax all day after school and do nothing. Many of them are also not wanting to get a job.

I am basing this from being an Uber driver and this is the info I get from new parents. No joke! Also, when I have teens, they tell me that they don't need to learn how to drive since there is so much public transportation available, such as Uber and Lyft.

Obviously, these are kids that have parents who pay for their Uber and Lyft. This could be enabling teens to be lazy since mom and dad can find a ride for them every time. Once they find out that they have to pay for their own rides, it might encourage them to get a job. Once they see that Uber an Lyft can take a toll on their earnings, they might think about buying a car or leasing. Who knows?

The reality is that teens do not seem to be inspired by anything nowadays except to go to school and get a degree. The old vision of wanting to be super-rich without doing any work is still there with the news teens.

Another thing that teens need to know is that book smarts is not the only way to survive in this world. Kids need wisdom and life experience to move on as well. Not learning how to drive and not wanting a job at an early age could take a huge toll on their outcome late in life. A job definitely develops people's skills, right?

In the end, teens seems to be honing on laziness instead of honing on developing skills. So parents, stop giving them so much. Do not feel bad in giving your kids responsibilities. Maybe cut off money once they are 16, so they are encourage to get a job. Push them and they shall go forward. Do not let them choose laziness over living a life!



Sunday, May 7, 2017

Barfly Bliss

Photo by bykst from Pixabay

Glittering silver shorts
hugging tight
making her mojo sway
with a feisty intent.

Eyes waltzing,
throats drowning,
booze magnifying cabooses.

Standing in the middle
of a bunch of nothings
wanting, but not caring, and still
hoping for someone or perhaps
just wanting to appeal.

My, what a pair
of those two feet high
bulky platforms.

And that hair,
wondering if it's the same
down there.

And those hips,
surrounding that wonderful bliss.

Wow, what a grip I bet!
What a stance!
Her face a dormant glance,
no chance for a trance.

How about a dance?
I beg.

She's not grasping my thought
of a desperate measure;
yet, standing there like a full glass
of Jim Beam or maybe
a bottle of Kessler—deliciously repugnant.

Nevertheless—transparent but not fragile;
wasted but not senseless;
quiet but just an articulate appearance
(clear and precise to the bone),
yet glowing like glitter,
shinning everywhere in everyone.

She's clean, congruous, and evidently
emphasized by the booze.

Her glittering silver lights in my eyes.
Lighting my shocking pride,
feelings of disguise—she tries.

Skin sweating,
hands drowning,
booze amplifying,
stares glowing,
black-out growing…

Friday, May 5, 2017

Cry Over Spilled Milk

Photo by Lisa Brewster from Flickr
It was a cold shoulder night
and I had a bone to pick;
But, of course,
I boringly cooled my heels.

What the heck!
What does that mean?

To wait for a long time
Is that it?
We are all waiting then,
cooling our heels.
I know something
that does not cool the heels.

Ace in the hole
Yes, a hidden adventure
kept in reserve to use when it matters,
like stud poker as bets are placed across
the table while you wait on pins and needles.

Beat around the bush,
birthday suit,
butter someone up.

Open sesame
In my mind, I am more sinned against the sinning.

I know
Put your foot in your mouth
and forget the pie in the sky.

Because we’re not the real McCoy,
we are all skeletons in the closet.

Shalom
Ciao Senorita
We’re ships that passed in the night.
Intense moment but I’ll never see you again.

It’s time for a siesta.
Yes, I feel like being a wet blanket.
Don’t be a Young Turk

You know we are just two star-crossed lovers,
doomed by the stars and the constellations.
We are just an albatross around each other’s neck.

Bite the bullet,
deja vu,
and draw the line.

Clean slate
No more hammer time, just go by the book.
Yeah, just under the wire.
No more vicious circles for you sweet.

And be careful of the wolves in sheep’s clothing, or else take a powder.
Swoosh, like flash.

Time is of the essence
and you, me, and all of us have to stop crying over the spilt milk.

Just be three sheets to the wind my friend and always take the bull by the horns.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Mr. Black Suit Clown

Photo by Daw8ID from Pixabay
He wears a dark black suit
White pale face
Crazy funny make up
Eye liner
Distorted face expressions
Making fun of me
Looking at me, through me
Making see me see everything
Ticking time bomb
Ticking in my head
Ticking in everything that I see
He comes and goes
He wears a classy black suit
GQ
Paleface, balding
Scary wide eyes
Staring at me
Scary wide dying eyes
Not blinking
Laughing and mocking me
What’s coming for me?
Classy black suit
Tie and everything
White shirt and dark gestures
Grinning malice, clinging to me
How did he follow me?
A clown in a black suit sitting on my couch
Looking at me, through me
Laser eyes piercing my soul
Crazy man in my head, in my space
He comes at night
He makes noises and shadows dance around him
Clinging
Lingering
Measuring me
My mind is a bomb
Fuck you clown in black
I have a nice suit too