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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

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Lulled

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

I heard overheard conversations
lies
vicious
and daring

I fell inside a black hole
lost
bad
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.


Note: This poem is from my book called Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! Check it out!

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Gazes

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

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.
Note: Thanks for reading my poem and I hope you liked it. If you did, feel free to check out my profile for more readings. You can also check out my book Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! as well.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Thank You


Photo by Lalesh Aldarwish from Pexels
Oh, how I wish to write you a song or a poem,
But I really don’t know how.
Your smile fills my mind when you are away,
But that makes me want you now.
Your hair, your eyes, I want to be yours and yours mine,
But I really don’t know why.
You know, I was once lost by a tall precipice,
And that made my possible fall more vulnerable.

I’d never thought I’d be found
My ride took a wrong turn.
I’d never thought I’d be around
Because, that God, I never really listened to him.

Oh, how I wish to write you a poem to thank you
For making me stay and sing this song.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Squelching the Truth

Photo by OpenClipArt from Pixabay

“I’m the freedom of this wretched tomb,”
Said the fierce gunslinger that slaughtered authorities
“I’m the Beatniks, the Milton, the Shelley, the nutcracker little monkey”

The boy smiled at the gunslinger’s remarks
And told him, “I’m the future FBI, that’s why I’m here”
The boy’s crazy-Stephen-King-creepy smile continued
“I’m here to spoil your fun,” said the foul boy

The gunslinger stared

“I’m malice, and you have a truth that I must bring to demise”
Continued the cranky boy

They both drew their guns
The boy shoots the man square in the face


Note: Wrote this in early 2000s. I really do not remember what made me write this poem! Just enjoy it at least!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Smoking Melancholy

Photo by maxknoxvill from Pixabay
I suck the bottle and breathe the stench 
I fill my lungs with melancholic smoke 
I’m filled with a careless sinful past 
I blow that smoke that cursed my lovely cares 
And watch the cruel world swirl like a deaf bat 

She walks on flowers like a shredded sharp dusty piece of glass 
She kisses my hands to make them feel real 
She sings flat notes that come from her lips 
And she drinks red wine that is filled with fear

Monday, February 27, 2017

Worthwhile


Photo by stux from Pixabay
I’m walking down the street 
Where the sun is merely free 
And muddy puddles always 
Spraying me 
And the shops, 
their windows have my dreams 
But my feet just keep walking 
Because, of course, I need some money 
And some old dude looked at me 
And did not like what he had seen 
But he did not look away 
My dignity intact 
Because I wore those shirts, those pants 
Those ties and who cares 
If my shoes are not your type 
My shoes are not your type? 

I’m driving down the street 
And I see a woman merely free 
She makes me want it all 
Money 
And I ask her what she needs 
She says, “Oh, baby please” 
Like I did not have quality 
But her legs, her walk and her talk 
Just makes me want to bark 
But the money is all she really needs 
But I wore those shirts those fake smiles 
Still they make me feel like I’m not worth the while 
I’m not worth the while?

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Sabrina Sonnet

Photo by Stokpic from Pexels
Not having you near; a thorn in my mind
Hurting and swelling into painful screams
Memories of your kisses; my sweet wine
Your smile, your dancing are always my dreams
-

Your sparkling laughter, your voice with no fear
Your scents that envelop my thoughts, my skin
You make me ecstatic when I’m in tears
Away from you makes me feel like a sin
-
Grabbing your hands and your waist, secures my soul
Touching your lips, your love is heaven above
Your stare, your glare, your hair—a true love show
Away from you makes me long for your hugs
-
Kissing and holding you is all I need
Time makes our great dreams come true when we meet