Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Bedroom Generation

I love this meme! It is so on! Do kids really worship laziness? I mean, that is all they do nowadays. They just come home and stay in their rooms. Cellphones, Netflix, and video game consoles have ruined an entire generation. Seriously!

A lot of kids think that being book smart is enough to get by in life. This new generation is not building up intuition. Most kids nowadays want to be rich and they think the only solution is to go to an expensive college and get a degree. NO!!!!

That is not the only way. Yes, it is huge to be book smart, if you have the gift, and get a degree from a nice college. In fact, any college. Still, intuition or life experience is very vital to the soul and survival of any person. Like getting a job at a young age is totally helpful later in life. It builds character and experience with working with people. It helps dealing with different personalities. Also, it provides development of skills.

Kids nowadays don't want to deal with drama, as they say. However, dealing with drama is what makes a person stronger in the working force. This new generation of kids are gonna be a bunch of emotional time bombs when they grow up!! It's crazy!!

So, like Will Ferrell says: Go OUTSIDE!!!!!!! That way, experience will be developed. The world is full of info that can be sucked in with the soul. Instead, these bedroom dwellers rather stare at screens and entertain their minds while their bodies wither away.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Liberty Mutual Commercial Makes New Generation of Boys Look Like Morons

When watching this commercial in which a mother talks about having insurance with roadside assistance and using it to help out her teenage son, I realized that this commercial is adapting to the new generation of men. Pretty much a bunch of morons. Really! If a teen is going to drive, he or she better know how to change a spare tire. Even if it was not taught to them, they should be smart enough to figure it out. I say this because modern kids have smart phones, and YouTube and Google will have enough info and videos to teach a person on changing a spare tire instantaneously!

When I was a teen, late 1980s, kids that drove knew how to change tires. There were some exceptions in which the kid had a disability or what not. Anyway, we handled business right off the bat. If all else failed, we walked home to get reprimanded by our parents on not being able to handle a situation.

See, this Liberty Mutual Insurance commercial has a mother talking about how glad she is to have the service because it helped her son get out of a simple situation. See, the son got a flat tire and roadside assistance came to the rescue. All for a flat tire! Wow!

Sorry, but this commercial is pretty much showing how teens nowadays are pretty much useless. If that kid is driving and doesn't know how to change a flat, he's a fool! I know this is pretty accurate because I taught high school for over a decade and coached youth soccer. Kids, to me, seem to be losing their abilities to survive more and more.

I blame this on parents who give their kids everything and do not teach them how to handle situations. Stop bailing your children out of every situation, especially simple ones like changing a spare tire. See, spare tires are simple, they are just a bit harsh on the physical side. If they can't handle that, then they are, again, morons!!

So kids, please, stop depriving yourselves from developing survival skills! Get off your damn phones and go do something. Also, make a little effort into solving situations, instead of depending on your parents all the time. Trust! It will make you stronger mentally and physically!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Spotting a Fraud

Photo by Max Pixel
In a room full of people,
faces gleam the ideal calamity;
And across the way,
an appealing woman nods at
the alcohol that makes me a sleaze.

In a view full of money,
hands urge on the gaudy unity;
And behind my back,
stands the artisan that deceives
and likes to lie in infinity.

In a concept of my mind,
a boggling thought of a marriage between Heaven and Hell;
And under the bar,
the worm smells the witch's crimson spells.

In a room full of people,
faces are dim but hers makes the crude mind dwell;
And across the way,
she nods while I am a fabled victim.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Phonetic Rage

Photo by BreakingTheWalls from Pixabay

A silent desperation
in an endless flight
and all the fumes blaze
in my head
upon infinite melancholy
intertwined with bliss.
Political intervention
upon my home land
and all the roots engraved
in my head
with forlorn-enveloped thoughts
with no flux.
A wilted skin on this rock I’ll be
defying the vigorous prophecy
that our pugnacious predecessors
It’s a dope-death-defying-rattle-your-ass show
and all our leaders will mummify
those dirty philanderers-rippers
with fake morals.
Like Lucifer and Gabriel
I will serve my role
even if there is no murder or love
or no ken.
Kinetic energy I’ll be
and loving rage phonetics I’ll sing
upon the delusions of grandeur
until my breathless unknown days.

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.

Monday, May 15, 2017

A Gap

Photo by George Hodan from PublicDomainpPictures

He stands outside and
the windows hide all the lies
He starts the car and
the dark clouds start to cry
I think that’s real love
He's gotten really far

Goes to the liquor store
where bottles conceal the truth
The calendar is what
he usually likes to buy,
and he takes a chug
That's why he's in a fog

The man in black
tells him that he's fighting
The flowers of
the garden are all dying
I think that's real love,
but he's kind of gone

She's a teen and I know why he's lying
She's like a queen and I know why he's crawling
It's never too far,
and I think that's real love

He drove his car
over to her apartment
He reaped his shame
and she let him wear the crown

I think it's near dawn,
and she licked on his frown
He went outside
when the clouds where all cluttered

A window now between the two
He laughed and then he left her
I think that's real love
He's gotten too far

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Her Smile a Blunder

Photo by rana osama from Flickr

She can't feel any concentration
or find that missing link.
Her mind is all washed up.
“Please!” she yells, “shut up!”
She swerves, falls, and breaks,
but she still smiles when she thinks.

A nymph?
No, but a wink of misery.
A harlot?
No, but a loutish sweet.
A numb heartless angst in redemption?
Or a maladjusted benevolent warmth that burns?

She can't feel any concentration
or find that streaking tear.
Her mind is all shook up.
“Please!” she yells, “show up!”
She stabs, laughs, and screams,
but she still smiles when jeer is all she feels.

A nymph?
No, but a blunder when she smiles.

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!

Monday, May 8, 2017

Dudes must load their own luggage when riding Uber or Lyft

Photo from Pexels
Seriously, when guys order an Uber or Lyft ride and expect the driver to actually get out and load their luggage for them are straight out wooses. Really, unless the dude is old or has a physical disability, dudes must load their own luggage into the trunk when ordering a ride.

C'mon! Uber and Lyft drivers are not butlers or limo drivers. They are just there to give you a ride. Anything else, is not included. Yes, these drivers are very courteous, but when there is a dude involved as a customer, let that dude handle his shit. Otherwise, if that dude expects snob service, he is a complete dick!

I have seen young ass dudes with their manly beards and expect Uber and Lyft drivers to load their luggage for them, even when the driver is a lady. Insane, right! Of course, men drivers should always offer themselves to ladies of all ages for the help in the luggage department. Additionally, this courtesy should be extended to dudes as well. However, real dudes should decline instead of standing there like giant wooses. 

If you dont' agree with this, please let me hear your voice! See, cab drivers were mandated to follow up on that service 'cause their prices were freaking high. Plus, they also got tips. Uber and Lyft drive for freaking cheap and have to do it all day without getting tips. So, to all dudes out there. Next time you order a ride from Uber or Lyft, please handled your luggage and don't be a freaking baby about it, since your ride is already extremely cheap and most likely not going to tip anyway.

Be a man and take care of your crap instead of expecting others to do it for you!

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.

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
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
Measuring me
My mind is a bomb
Fuck you clown in black
I have a nice suit too

Sunday, April 16, 2017


Photo by TheoJunior on Flickr
I'm living in a whirlpool of fools
and tricky

I heard overheard conversations
and daring

I fell inside a black hole
and addictive

Why do I feel sleepy?
Why do I sleep?

Conversations do kill like a torpedo
low blows
I'm on a boat
can't get to the coast
I am no longer afloat

Why do I feel sleepy?

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Sweet and Low

Photo by you me from Flickr

One day I remember you were
standing on your feet and that you
took a dive

On your way down you did not
know it was so deep so you
started to shine

Your skin glowing
your aura in my mind
and that was all you did since

I let you go from my side
‘cause you went down
deeper than I

Now, I think about you
and that dive you took
your spiral delight

Sometimes sweet and low is
enough for you
to get by

Because anything you do
would always make you slip
in a grand sweet way

Monday, April 3, 2017

Horndog Inc.

Photo by Barbara 871013/6 from Pixabay

Bleached blond mop like a cast, stiffly walking with a set of cans;
Twirl, flowered, patterned threads that make her dress sublime;
Blue hazel eyes that glance over to my overblown fly,
and ambiguous vibes that fuels my ride like a funky jive.

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Sunday, April 2, 2017


Photo by Dar'ya Sip from Flickr
Smoking in a room full of faces
My train derails and now
I’m in a melted picture
Screaming voices, natural poses,
intoxicated roses
My soul stinging
and I sit shooting glassy gazes
My aura doesn’t shine
I need a new fixture
Dropping names,
taking all the blame,
never sought fame

Smoking my soul with a bunch
of whispering howls
My train with no brakes
and now I’m just made of crystal
Ready to shatter, no one is flattered,
taking no matter
Shaking my head I sit taking gazes
This mutual relation needs
a new medium
Dropping my vices to help out
my friend gazing in the mirror

Wednesday, March 29, 2017


Photo wemer22brigette from Pixabay

Look at that Pinto
Old paint, new wheels, stopping
and going
Going where?
Look at that Mercedes bitch
What a snob that lady
She likes that
She digs the attention in a place
where there's absence
Your mind, right?
It's absent
In the rearview mirror
way back
A girl is looking
Looking good and naked
Wow, what a slutty make up job!
What a sleaze!
I’ll slow down in this locomotive disaster
I want to see her sunflower rapture lush
Oh, my hot rod!
What a rush!
And damn the freeway
can't slow down
can't speed
can't dream
can't cheat
This finger flicking, smog inhalant,
lung butter hocking, screaming
mental institution
Only if Freud was here
That rat bastard killer machine
That monkey torturing loving freak
He would love the freeway
And what does he know about the psyche
We know
The freeway dwellers
Let's play God
let's battle
let's go to work
So we can make money to burn and pollute.
And shit
What a sunset!
A gold-brown synthetic sunset!
How beautiful!
How shameful!
Where are the mountains?
I can't see through the rusty sky
Where the gorillas go?
Look there hanging from the concrete jungle
Bleeding and dying those brutes
Why is that girl smiling?
Does she know about the Pinto's breath?
The poor lifeless green
What a mess
My isolation a distress
That mustang and that cougar
They're not the real offspring of nature
Just like the eclipse and the nova
Metaphor blunts
Let's shake it
rattle it
and roll it
You know God tried.
Damn the freeway!

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Friday, March 24, 2017

5 Minute Love

Photo by geralt from Pixabay

A prosaic stripper sits next to me
(Raven is her name, at least in this game)
She says, “How would you like my dance honey?”
“Lustful and dirty,” I said with no shame.

Ten dollars I gave, her loving just raged,
her body a lust, my mind to be lost.
Pretending is the truth, the world a stage;
We destined to act, the soul is the cost.

It’s all right I say; we all have a mask
—at work, home, and in public we deceive;
And plastic smiles with hollow words we cast
To conform each other with wicked glee.

And before she flees like a sincere dove,
Our plastic smiles end our 5 minute love.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Is God Narcissistic?

Photo by jill, jellidonut... whatever from Flickr
What if God was a narcissistic son of a bitch? Seriously, the everyday world and how it functions with people looking up to him is only obvious that God is truly narcissistic.
Let me just tell you how this idea came knocking into my inquiring mind. One day, I was on Facebook and saw a friend’s post about a cousin of hers who was involved in an accident. God bless her cousin!
Anyway, the cousin, according to the post, was in critical condition and was asking for prayers. Of course, everyone who had a good heart, including me, sent her a response stating that we put our two-cents into prayer worthiness.
My friend’s mission on Facebook, I guess, was to get everyone to pray and build this super-power, global accumulation of prayers to save her cousin. Not a bad idea!
Then, this idea popped into my head. Why do we pray for God to heal us when he or she put us on the hurt table in first place? Is this what God does? He or she purposely hurts you in order for you to start praying!?
Does that sound right? I can bring up this whole “divine plan” on how God designed it for all of us, to test us, etc. So, if a person is involved in an accident, it is safe to say that God meant that to happen—everything has a purpose right?
So, the more pain around the world, the more praying is involved. Imagine a world without pain. There would be no praying involved or necessary. That is why God needs pain in his universe for us to pray to him.
To make this point clear, that jerk smites and spreads evilness across this planet and our hearts so we can pray to him, her, or it for the attention. He or she loves the attention, so he almost forcefully demands through prayer. Is he or she that selfish?
If this doesn’t point out egocentrism in which God is totally saturated with his or her own power and vanity, I don’t know what else to say!
I know! Some will say that pain and suffering comes from the Devil! Well, Devil or not, God still lets that other egotistical asshole roam around causing problems, if the Devil’s agenda really existed. In the end, we still end up praying to God!
Anyway, please don’t be offended by my inquiring mind that is always looking for the answers. Sometimes, my mind searches too hard. I just like to stir up the water every once in awhile!
No big deal! We are all adults! We can handle it, right? If not, just pray to God!

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Nature the Cleanser

Nature is to be admired who makes a shrine out of this here asylum
Photo by Bazooka Teaches

Note: This is the shortest poem I’ve written so far in my career of creative writing. I wrote the poem when I used to go camping at the Kern River in California, by Lake Isabella. That was way back in the 1990s. Whenever I camped at the Kern, I felt like all of my problems went away. It was so therapeutic for me! I recently went back and it felt the same!
Anyway, the pic is from my trip to Zion Park in Utah back in 2008. Also, thanks for taking your time in reading this short poem, and I hope you enjoyed it. At least, I hope you enjoyed my picture! Oh yeah, if you like this poem, check it out my collection called Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! available in through Amazon.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Radical Thoughts

Photo from Pexels

In a crowd full of faces
where the sidewalk is falling apart
and the streets congested with dragsters

Nuns pray, priests portray maladjusted love,
and the citizen dick works his ass off to pay bills
while climbing hills

The crosshairs sit upon many of these faces
that dream to shine in the sky
but fated to burn in Hell

Note: I hope you enjoyed this poem that I wrote a long time ago while quite angry, Anyway...

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Utopian Abstract Love

Photo from Pexels
They say don't forget your jewels
when they take me;
And she with a withered look,
smiles but a tear flows.

They say not to look at the reflection of love
when you leave;
And he smiles away with a dirty photograph
in his pocket that smells.

She knows what they say; but still,
in profound anguish she welcomes the milkman.
They say don't forget your jewels
when they take me enclosed in that utopian photograph.
Written in early 2000s.
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