God's own baker

It really does not feel like Christmas
Till I get to mom's house...

It's a miracle what she can do
With just butter, sugar and nuts.
Sometimes she puts some chocolate in.
Tastes so good it's almost a sin.

Sometimes she does it all natural.
Absolutely pure. Nothing artificial.
There is nothing fake in the things she bakes.
And she adds love in heaps.

Mom is an artist the way she juxtaposes.
Everything she bakes comes out roses.
Often she uses fruit; her apple crisp is the ultimate truth.
The truth is her love which she piles on by the spoonful.

She is a baker for the ages.
She is a painter at her palette.
Every work is perfection.
Every bite straight from heaven.

God's own baker makes the blessings.
Your mouth and your heart confirm.
If you do not see the beauty,
You have so much to learn.

 I'm looking for my beloved revolutionary sweetheart

I'm looking for my beloved revolutionary sweetheart.
I'm looking for my warrior princess.
I want a woman to disagree with me all the time.
I want a woman of passion, not a woman of fashion.

I'm going to look until eternity.
I'm going to look until my eyes can't see.
The woman of my dreams may not be who she seems.
The woman of my dreams will never leave.

I'm an angry righteous freak.
Less direct, more oblique.
Yes the sun revolves around me.
But that's not how it always has to be.

I'm looking for my better half.
A crazy woman who makes me laugh.
I don't mind if I'm misunderstood.
But she won't ever say that I'm no good.

 Love is the path of least resistance

I shed that skin.
But now there's a new sin I'm in.
I keep looking for diamonds
In a pile of dung.
But that's how the west was won.

Every conquest is fleeting.
Every attempt self-defeating.
But I keep taking that shot.
Give it everything I've got.
True to my nature.

I don't have a clue
How to make you true.
But I'm desperate so to do.
Who the hell are you?
God only knows.

 Principles

Principles are what guide me
Principles are what undo me.
The man who wrote everything
Should be fair was an imbecile.

No principle guides life
But get what you can before you die.
No principle guides human motivation
Besides I screw you before you screw me.

I try to find some master plan.
Some underlying principle.
To bolster morality.
But it eludes me.

But if there is no underlying principle,
We have nothing. So we have to take it on faith
It must be there, even though it is fucking invisible.

It is all pretty empty at least from what I see.
Or maybe it is just a truly foreign language
That we will never translate.
But we have to keep on trying.
Or get a better decoder.

Dilemna?

There is a dilemma in whether we should meet
When I might rather stay in and be discreet.
And knowing I have already chosen.
Although I am  plagued with supposin.

Why do I often beat the retreat,
Knowing my victory will not be sweet?
Because although I made a choice,
I do not know if it was my own true voice.

Etymology offers no apology.
Because as it turns out,
The word itself is in doubt.

Some say it's 'dilemna', while others say 'dilemma.'
Potato, po-tahh-toh.
Who knows where the river flows?
Persona non grata.

Beauty and tragedy are one

Beauty and tragedy are one.
I heard about this girl.
I met her but she wasn't part of my world.
The girl could not eat.
I still don't understand this thing.

Why does beauty become a curse?
Why do some women choose
To deny themselves sustenance?
When we live in a world of abundance.
In the God-blessed United States.

What are the warning signs
That you don't want to be alive?
She had a heart attack
Because there was something she lacked.
The desire for food was not in her.

Goddamn it's a shame.
And I don't know who to blame.
I'm pretty sure it's the media.
And glossy magazines.
But I still don't dig that scene.

I am baffled by this girl's pain.
I have my own but it's not the same.
What is the pressure that laid her down?
It's a goddamned tragedy
That beauty has to be about shame.

 

ToGetHer

Your breasts are perfection.
And a bounty from God.
You are the light that shines upon
My head and my heart.

We have never met.
But I will never forget
Our first caress.
Such a work of art you are.

You are the rarest beauty
That God has ever made.
If you will be my bride,
My plans will be laid.

I am lonely and shipwrecked.
We really must connect.
Or I will be full of regret.
I think you are my muse.

There is only time to lose.
We can't turn it back.
Maybe you are the piece that I lack.
Or maybe you will give me a heart attack.

Goddamn it's frustrating
That I have been waiting,
Yet don't know if it's for you.
But I don't know what else to do.

Trump

Trump is not evil.
Trump is an egotist.
Trump does not care about God.
Trump does not care about the poor.
Trump does not care about suffering.
Trump does not care about morals.
Trump cares about Trump.

Now he's running for President.
With no convictions but plenty of attitude.
Trump probably does not want to be President.
Trump just wants a shrine for his greatness.
Trump wants to be immortal.
Trump does not belong with the human race.

Trump only wants more attention.
Did I fail to mention he is going to get too much?
If he were President, he would not have freedom.
He could not say anything he wanted to say.
Even though he is obtuse and ignorant.
He could not go anywhere alone.
So who could he boast to?

And when all is said and done,
Trump would have still had his fun.
And he'd write a new book about his experience.
Or he'd find a good ghostwriter.
But that's what it's like in the good ol US of A.
Everyone can have his or her say.

Trump is the superior suit.
In cards, trump is the best.
But if we elect Trump,
We'll look like chumps.
The whole world would have been trumped.
But not in a good way.

The Ants

The ants have got it in for us.
The ants curse us and blame us.
The ants just won't obey.
The ants don't belong.
The ants are puny.
But the ants have big dreams.
The ants want to take us over.

The ants are mindless drones.
The ants run on pheremones.
The ants worship their queen.
But the ants are not hip to the scene.
They follow their leader but she's too clever.
She just sucks the life out of em.
And leaves them to wither.

The ants don't pay no mind.
They might even be blind.
The ants I used to admire.
But now I want to set em on fire.
The ants are trying to take us down.
The ants want to make us look like clowns.
The ants want to start a coup.

The ants go back to antiquity.
The ants are not afraid of us.
It's plain to see. The ants are our enemies.
The ants pay no heed.
They want us to bleed.
They want us to suffer.
And worship no other.

For Sadie

The words 'selfless', 'courageous', and 'generous'

Would never be used to describe you.

If there were were a career path

For making sure bowls were filled with food and water

And that laps were suitable for sitting on.

And yes couches, chairs, and floors as well

Then dear Sadie, you could easily get into upper management.

Your intelligence and insight in such matters is unsurpassed.

You have a genius for making your master work for free.

There is no one more gentle yet insistent.

You are a good little supervisor.

You are an unsung hero of catdom.
You fulfill your role with purr-fection.

Some might say you're anti-social.
Rather, you keep your own counsel.
When my guests arrive, you promptly leave the room.
Perhaps you don't want to pry, or there is some bird you espy.
You don't like to play with your fellows.
The word 'share' is not in your vocabulary.

You are such a great nuzzler.
For me it's a puzzler
Why you only save your warmth for me.
You make me smile my child.
Your gentle face and your feline grace.
The way you sigh when you want my attention.
That sound, I cannot do justice but I have to mention.

If there were a companion I would take to the very gates of hell,

You would accompany me every step of the way,

Till we got to the entrance,

Where you would stop, and with wise countenance,

Gently tell me, 'it's ok, you got this.'

To all the new hipsters

To all the new hipsters.
I was into comics before they were cool.
I was into  comics before you were born.
I was into horror when there was still great stuff.
I was into horror. I'm calling your bluff.

To all the new hipsters.
I was into vinyl. Why has the word become final?
Why when I paid eight bucks, you pay thirty, you know so much?
I guess I should have followed my vision,
Instead of filling you with derision.,

To all the new hipsters.
You don't know squat.
To all the new hipsters.
Youtube is cool. Facebook is not.
Yeah I'm ranting and raving.
But what I am saying is worth saving.

First impressions are always right

First impressions are always right, except sometimes no!
I am the exception to the rule.  But I am not a fool.
I just do not have the right observation it seems.
I make hasty judgments then regret them.
I do not why I lack the perspicacity.

I know I am sometimes misunderstood.
Knock on wood. But my intentions are good.
I do not know why it is so but I go with the flow.
First impressions are always right.
But not really though.
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Emotions are just another drug

Emotions are just another drug.
Maybe I just need a hug.
Or maybe I am right.
We can manufacture emotions.
We have our devices. We have our motives.
We always know how to get what we want.
On some level.

But maybe emotions are just another false expression of truth.
Maybe emotions are just another illusion.
Emotions come from the brain not from the heart.
And the mind plays tricks. The mind deceives.
Better to not feel at all.
Better to let nothing get in.
Better to be detached.

They say love is the highest emotion.
Maybe that's up for debate too?
Love is like heroin. Love is uncontrollable.
Maybe it's best not to love.
Since emotions are just a construct of the brain.
And have no empirical value.
Yep love is an illusion too.

Dark Horse

I am a dark horse.
A matted, seasoned thoroughbred
With pedigree but no victories
I've run a lot of races but never won the prize.
I've chased the goal like my life depended on it.
But always fell short of the mark.

But it's alright to come in second.
It's alright to not be number one.
The reward is in the testing of my mettle.
The reward is in knowing
At the end of the day I had nothing left to give.

What is a loser? What is a winner?
Is it black and white?
Are there some qualities we don't give a name to
That are no less valid than winning and losing.

I am a dark horse.
I am often underestimated.
I know that fools will judge me
With words like 'loser' and 'failure.'
But I know that my true worth is not known.
I know that I am a dark horse and I still have a lot of races to run.

Water: For Love of Michigan

Goddamn we need the stuff!
There is not enough in every place.
But Michigan's got it in spades.
Yet there are these parasites
Who SELL us our own water.
We who live in the state of Michigan.
And pay taxes here and belong.

There are these motherfuckers
Who don't belong here.
They make Ice Mountain.
They don't actually make it.
They just steal it and put a label on the bottle.
And act like it's their domain.

This disgusting corporation that exploits us.
This disgusting corporation that raids us.
These carpetbagging scum
Who steal from us and we pay them
For the privilege of paying them.

Don't buy Ice Mountain if you have a conscience.
Especially if you live in this great state.
Don't buy Ice Mountain!
I'm starting a grass roots movement for the digital age. 
This is how to protest in the modern world.

And yes our governor is in bed with them.
That sell-out emasculated prick
With pedigree but no virtue.
That self-serving demagogue asshole
With no morals or ethics.
Who has squeezed out the middle class
Likes old toothpaste in a tube.
And bled the state's resources and crippled our government.


Please God let this prick be plucked.
Please take Rick Snider and put him in a pen.
Please put him where vultures will eat him.
Please let him die naked and alone.\
Let him be shamed, disgraced, and ridiculed.
May his name be spit upon and may he pay for all his crimes.

God let democracy back in to Michigan.
Please let Michigan be proud of its resources.
Please let Michigan be proud of its people.
For love of Michigan and all its blessings.
Amen

'The C word: for D.'

I have mixed feelings about her.
She once said about me that
'Everything I did was for a reason.'
And that was maybe the highest
Compliment anyone ever
Bestowed on me.


But she knew how to manipulate me.
Oh yes she did!
And when she used me to be more than friends
With my friend, and then later said
I was selfish. And said I could not
be with my friends if I would not
Give them gas money, I was hurt and alone.

Then, years later, we became friends again..
And she used me to hook up with my then roommate:
An unusual (yeah that's a good thing)
Fellow. But she was still with the other guy
I hooked her up with previously.
What did I call her again?