Purpose

Yes I have purpose.
Please don't ask me what it is.
Yes I have purpose.

 Grateful (haiku)

I am so grateful.
This is all we need to know.
But people forget.

Existential haiku

Know what I'm doing.
But I always question it.
Where does that get me?

Cat haiku

Cats are really dumb.
Love them more than most people.
Completely blameless.

Haiku   

 Just five syllables.
And then seven, then five more.
Now you have been taught.

 For J. Harvey

I can't remember when I thought you were a good friend.
Now we no longer need to pretend.
Booze is not something you choose.
When it comes to weed, I don't always have to feed.
You dig vinyl; I love cd's.
And you never cared for MST3.

You unfriended me on facebook.
Why should that hurt?
Do you really want to push me in the dirt?
What is one facebook friend worth?

I guess you did me a favor.
We don't like the same flavor.
We no longer have things in common.
Beginning to wonder if we ever did.

You would have loved Captain Beefheart.
If you were open-minded.
But you just love what you love.
And I was always trying to love what you love.
But did you ever do the same for me?
Thought we were hand in glove.
But you only see what you see.

There is a heart..

There is a heart that is pure.
There is a heart that endures.
There is a heart that I aspire to.
There is a heart I wish to capture.

There is a heart that is beating.
There is a heart and I need feeding.
There is a heart that makes me quiver.
There is a heart that always delivers.

There is a heart and her name is on my tongue.
There is a heart and she makes me feel young.
There is a heart that stops my pain.
There is a heart that cannot be named.

There is a heart who occupies my thoughts.
There is a heart who makes me feel lost.
There is a heart that I believe in.
There is a heart that gives me a reason.

My phone

I want to throw my phone in the deepest hole
My phone is sucking my soul.
My phone is in control
My phone makes me un-whole.


My phone knows every move I make.
My phone knows my mistakes.
My phone saps my strength.
My phone is onto me for Christ's sake.

My phone is like Hercules' hair cut.
My phone has got me in a rut.
My phone has become routine.
My phone is cold and mean.

My phone brands me and labels me.
My phone is insidious.
My phone makes me feel like an idiot.
My phone is Judas Iscariot.

My phone betrays me.
My phone delays me.
My phone won't let me sleep.
My phone is into me deep.

My phone is my identity.
My phone says who is me.
My phone puts me on the grid.
My phone knows where I live.

I don't believe in anything real

I don't believe in anything real.
Everything I believe in is abstract.
Faith, love, loyalty, trust.
Faith is an absolute must.


I know there is a reason for everything.
But Goddamn I am tired of waiting.
I look into the emptiness.
But I know it's not all a mess.

I believe in possibilities.
But I do not believe in fate.
Everything makes sense.
But it 's not always worth the wait.

I am a warrior for the truth.
I am a champion of honesty.
If I don't tell you something,
It might be out of modesty.

Love triangles

I know all the angles.
Something always dangles.
In love triangles.
But if there is an absolute,
Maybe it is the odd suit.

Who's to say what is the ideal.
We all just want our meal.
The truth is in the pudding.
Not in the brooding.
Love is a fickle thing.

I strongly have a notion.
Of this particular potion.
It's a license to ill.
Sometimes even to kill.
Love is a fickle thing.

It's a special recipe.
Sometimes it has to be.
To separate the wheat from chaff.
The ardor from the laugh.
You don't need no photograph.

Break-up poem

I threw out the last two things you left at my place.
That Mary J. Blige t-shirt sat on a chair in my room
Gazing reproachfully so I could no longer look at her face.
You and I were never meant to be.

You were there to set me free.
Not to bind me.
Like a placeholder that separates the present from the past.
And is not meant to last.

I threw out that soft silky robe you used to hide your nakedness.
That's one goddamned moment I will miss.
When you sat on my porch smoking and I lay on my couch musing.
When we were together but separate it was bliss.

Yes the robe had to go too.
I threw out every trace of you.
But I don't feel blue.
I feel brand new.

Spring cleaning of the soul

Spring cleaning of the soul.
It makes a body whole.
We all need that lesson.
We all need that blessing.

Does it happen once a year?
Hope it happens every day, you hear?
Get a haircut. Take a new job.
Clean your place. Wash your face.

Sometimes we need to feel free.
Even though we never can be.
Some asshole complains about your music.
Some asshole doesn't have a clue.

Spring cleaning of the soul
Helps you console
Yourself to your lousy life.
And helps you renew!

It is time to be re-born.
It is time to be sworn
Into a new way of thinking.
If you don't your options are shrinking.

Spring cleaning of the soul
It make a body whole.
I ain't worrying
Bout the blues I'm carrying.

The rain

The rain falls on the just and the unjust.
Is it God's tears or a woman's fears?
When it is silent it is like a prayer.
When it is violent it is like a curse.

The rain can ease pain.
The rain can take away blame.
The rain makes everything cloudy.
The rain makes faces all the same.

The rain is so elusive.
But the rain has its place.
The rain does not explain.
But the rain calls your name.

4th of fucking July!

4th of fucking July!
I exercise my right
To act like a total idiot.
To be ungrateful and admonishing.

To make fun of everybody I despise.
To celebrate my vanity and selfishness.
4th of fucking July.
Goddamn I'm a lucky so and so.

4th of fucking July.
I am all about self-congratulation.
I am not worthy to wear these stripes.
And deep inside I'm aching.

I don't shit on the American flag.
They already tried that bag.
You don't shit where you eat.
If you want to get some meat.

I'm an unrepentant selfish American.
Full of bile and hatred.
I ain't got no cause.
And I am full of flaws.












 

I met a chick who dug the Stones

I met a chick who dug the Stones.
But she wanted to go it alone.
She didn't have the passion.
It takes a special breed
To fulfill my kind of need.

I look for the highest and the best.
Until I find her I cannot rest.
The aftermath is I couldn't please her.
Though I am a cool man of leisure.

Love is a fickle thing.
I try not to give a fling.
But if she is waiting,
She should give me a sign.

I am a survivor

I am a survivor.
Never dead, more alive-er
I always have a contingency plan.
I am a complete man.

Today my sink failed.
Did I moan and wail?
No I got stuff done.
I looked out for number one.

I don't need anyone to hold my hand.
I am content just as I am.
I never found a human soul
Who could somehow make my life more whole.

Every challenge is bound to lose.
My resolve and purpose are tough to refuse.
I always know that I will be winning.
And the end is only the beginning.

I always remember to be grateful.
Although I sometimes feel hateful.
I know that the secret is in believing.
And giving is more important than receiving.

Hope these simple truths sink in.
Hope I get you thinkin'.
Hope whoever you are,
You always remember:
You are a star!

For someone I used to know

You taught me the meaning of space.
Even though you didn't want me in yours.
I made us our own dance floor.
But you did not want to be my partner.

There's a ghost in my house.
Who runs her fingers through my hair.
But you are no longer there.
And you never really cared.

But like, I'm cool.
You were not for me.
Thought you were my cup of tea.
But you curdled.

I'm doing you a favor
Using more than breath to chase you.
Because you must be really dumb
To not know I could have been the one.

Babe I offer no apology.
I am grateful for our times.
My faithful memories
Are more than these words that rhyme.

They say the cream rises to the top

They say the cream rises to the top
But just lately the shit been rising to the top.
And I wish it would stop.

When did the vertical become slanted?
What kind of bad seeds have we been planting?
Why is our growth downside up?
I already thought democracy was done.

But now it's even worse.
The blessing became a curse.
I am fortunate to live in the land of the free.
But now our democracy has become hypocrisy.

The truth has become 'the truth.'
A lie is transparent.
But inconclusive.
And integrity is elusive.

For Her

I don't hate you you moron.
But you are full of emoticons.
And a lot of other stuff.
And you're not very tough.

You talk about 'negative energy.'
And I readily agree that it's a concern.
But who gave what to whom?
You seem to think you have
Exclusive right to suffering.

But everybody hurts dear.
You don't know my backstory
Cause you are all about your own glory.
Hope your ship comes in.
Money is not all there is to win.

Thought you were my
Queen of the Highway.
But you were not going my way.
You were looking for the next truck stop.

Meditations in an emergency

They hit my body with ultra sound to discover
What the human eye could never have found.
And compassion is abound.
The world of the emergency room
Is like being in the womb.

They carry you around like a fragile fetus.
If God were there he would surely meet us.
They give you all proper attention.
In a wheel chair where You
Don't have to move a muscle.
 .
Life is immediate.
The only main ingredient.
Don't need no special sauce.
I know that time is often lost.
But every moment has meaning.
And I will never stop believing.

There I saw the ultimate truth.
But if I told you about it
It would be diluted.
Because experience is
More important than truth.

I'm just grateful to be
On a planet that's still spinning.
In a country that's still winning.
I won't take for granted
The gift I have been given.

I don't give up easy

I had a plant with flowers.
The flowers died.
But the stalks survived.
I put them under special light.
I tried with all my might.

There are not many survival signs.
But I took that greenery.
And I gave it new scenery.
It is housed in a different pot.
For me to give up it takes a lot.

I try to make things last.
I maybe hold on to the past.
The world looks better
Through rose colored glass.
But I am never afraid to ask.













Food can be combined
And turned into something divine.

Music lovers unite!

Music lovers unite!
It doesn't have to be all vinyl.
Is is all so final?
I listened to flat black and circular
When that was all there were.

I just have the passion for the stuff.
And I can never get enough.
Rather listen to tunes than watch the tube.
Music is spiritual and emotional.
And it hits on another level.

Music has feeling.
And it's so revealing
Of everything inside.
The dark and the ugly.
The beautiful and the sublime.

Music is the universal language.
Music can ease your anguish.
Music is for all the senses.
Music breaks down fences.
Music is transcendent.

To bad drivers

Do you know what lane you are in?
You are in the fast lane.
So are you both slow AND stupid?
Did you purposely merge in front of me
To slow me down needlessly?
Or is it some big statement
That says: 'I am an asshole.'

They say driving is a social act.
But social skills you lack.
You don't communicate.
You just take up space.
Space in front of me.
Where you should not be.
Idiot!

Easter Sunday (For Mom)

Mom put out quite a spread.
For the day that Jesus bled.
There weren't no bunny.
And there weren't no ham.
But God did we break bread!

There were homemade muffins and scones.
Chicken meatballs, spinach souffle.
Pasta salad, everything homemade.
The cobbler of walnuts, sweetness and nuts
Was the most amazing stuff!

Mom met my girl.
Said she shone like a pearl.
We had great conversation.
We talked of things spiritual.
And had the most amazing meal!

Mom is modest about her gifts.
And of how much she gives.
Considering the riches she bestows.
Of a beauty too few know.
Her love is in abundance!

Our day was exquisite.
Every second precious.
Time went by like grains of sand.
Who could possibly have such a hand?
To make a dream but we can't re-live it?!

For Jim Cherewick

He's an amazing song writer.
He's a lover, not a fighter.
He is generous with his art.
And generous with his heart.
He's got an abundance of talent.

We have exchanged a peculiar currency
Of a portrait for a poem.
Whose value can only be known
By us and us alone.
And he is a genuine friend.

Jim is an original.
Never is he not true to himself.
And so many people put on masks.
But for him it would be an impossible task.
Because truth is all he asks.

And the beauty is he probably never
Expected to get it back.
Because he has already forgotten
That we made this pact.
But Jim my brother I got your back.

For G. White

He's got me flummoxed and frustrated.
His bill of sale is overrated.
He tortures salesmen with false hope.
But sales is empathy.
And he doesn't seem to have any.

He said it's his wife who's objecting
But I think he's misdirecting.
Because he asked me to lower the price.
So he can stay with the company that fucked up twice.
So either G. White is playing an elaborate game.
Or his wife is the better salesman and she's got him tamed.
 
This guy is a pestilence to salesmen.
And he acts like he's a gamesman.
But he creates a game where you can't win.
And where's the fun in that?
He's a loathsome creep.
With a load of bullshit ten miles deep.

I always stay on track

Friends are disappearing like rabbits.
Into a magician's hat.
Giving me the yeah but's.
Thank God I have music.
And my beautiful cats.

Deep inside I have resolve.
I got all my problems solved.
There is no stopping this train.
I sing my happy refrain.
Even when skies are gray.

I've got faith and conviction.
And an inspired premonition.
That everything is going to be alright.
No one can turn my blue sky to night.
You can't underestimate my might.

You can't control what life throws at you.
Only how you react.
Life gives you a fuck load of lemons.
That's a fact.
But somehow I always stay on track.

 For Niko

He's a lively Albanian
Hand-shaking. Earth quaking.
There is no mistaking.
He's the real deal.

An abundance of energy propels him.
The power of belief compels him.
You can follow him or go fuck yourself.
There is no middle ground.

I trust him and respect him.
He's my brother and my friend.
He'll be there for me until the end.
Nothing about him is false or pretend.

He's a mutant from another world.
A gem a diamond and an emerald.
He's worth more than most humans.
His conviction is all consuming.

This dude's my main man.
Know what I'm saying?
With him there is no bullshit.
And he's not playing.

For Deb

She has an aversion to most food.
Not depending on her mood.
She's just fastidious.
Her bias does not apply to people.
If there were a church I believed in,
She would be my steeple.

I adore the ground she walks on.
She is as pure as light.
She has no flaw in her morals.
She is better than us mortals.
I adore this angel.

I am a witness here to testify
She is the only good soul alive.
With compassion and integrity.
And a heart that would melt ice.
She burns with beauty and grace.

I love my friend with all I have.
She is always strong and brave.
When God was looking for sinners,
He knew there was one more left to save.
Because she would never hurt a living soul.
And her sanctity had broken the mold.

For K

She's another lost soul.
She's not quite whole.
She has beauty and grace.
But she doesn't know her place.

She doesn't know what she's worth.
Because she was cursed from birth.
With outrageous beauty.
She's quite the cutie.

I can't describe how she affect me.
But I want her to succeed.
She showed me her best side.
And fulfilled a need.

For Bonnie

She lightens up a room.
Like a funky party to a tomb.
Her laugh is pure joy.
And goes ba boom ba boom ba boom.
She's more cool than hip.
And when she let it slip
That she'd never seen the Simpsons,
My face turned crimson.

Bonnie is a treasure
Of a value I can't measure.
She is one of my favorite souls.
Since she left, I don't feel whole.
True, she just went to another firm.
But her kind of heart is hard to earn.
Bonnie we all love you.
There is no one above you.

You swooped down like an angel.
And I feel my breath's been taken.
You're a funny sort of woman.
Who loathes peanut butter and bacon.
For sure you are a strange one.
But I love your every quirk.
And your sly knowing smirk
That makes us all feel we're jerks.

You're a tender loving hooligan.
Makes me need to go to school again.
Learn my ABC's and my 123's.
Sweet sweet Bonnie, you're the bee's knees.
You took our hearts, easy as you please.
Now that you're gone, the whole world can go f-reeze.
I hope these words will make you swoon.
Because we need you back and we need you soon.

There is so much chaos

There is so much chaos.
All is confusion.
Is this the end?
Or just a really bad bruising?
Hatred reigns. Here comes pain.

Our president thinks we
Should not have too many residents.
But we used to say we were the great melting pot.
Of our indigenous people, there are not a lot.
We pretty much took everything they got.

There is still goodness in human beings.
I will believe it till I take my last breath.
But compared to humans, animals are blameless.
And it is only humans who are
Accelerating the Earth's death.

I don't know which fire
Do we put out first.
The believers who are full of hate.
Or the dreamers who believe in fate.
Which of them is worst?

 For David Pickett II

This is a week that couldn't have been scripted.
I need my heart to be lifted.
I don't know what the next day holds.
I will try to take it as it unfolds.
But I am starting to suspect
That the plot is full of holes.

We are all coping with a terrible loss.
And it is taking such a great cost.
My sadness is so deep.
And the fall is so steep.
The only thing I can do
Is write it out in black and blue.

David Pickett is dead.
Did you hear what I said?
God I loved that guy!
The look of love was in his eye.
He didn't have a selfish gene.
And he didn't have a bone of mean.

Everyone who loved him
Wishes we could have him back.
Even for a week, even for a day.
Whatever debts he owed,
He more than paid.
Even if he sometimes strayed.

Goddamn he was a great guy!
I hope the pain is less tomorrow.
And the hurt and the sorrow.
He just went way too soon.
Up in heaven they will
Surely make room.

For David Pickett

I'm still reeling.
I've lost all feeling.
I tried to listen to a song.
But they all felt wrong.
Every thought in my head
Was about David Pickett being dead.

Only twenty one years young.
His song barely sung.
He had such a glow.
So much warmth.
His heart so big.
Why did he have to go?

Smile like a cat, looking for mischief.
I've got nine lives, he told Bonnie
One more life, what's the difference?
He had so much to live for.
His deep love for his son
Was his deliverance!

We knew him. We loved him.
I can't believe he is gone.
No words can convey
All the sweetness in him.
He suffered so much.
And he had no crutch.

God why did you take him?
When his fortunes were about to turn.
And he still had so much to learn!
This is one of those mysteries
That tests our faith and causes such misery.
Our only comfort being:
He can suffer no more pain on this Earth.
But what is that knowledge really worth?

 It's all coming up green

It's all coming up green.
We're an awesome team.
We are a pack of wolves.
We are dynamite.

We are going to explode.
We are ready to  unload.
There is no one we can't beat.
Everyone else is meat.

We are united in our vision.
We are on a mission.
To defeat the odds.
Make them all clods.

I speak of my brothers.
Together we are unstoppable.
Without them I am not whole.
With them I am untoppable.

We are a pack of wolves.
In symbiotic rhythm.
Everything one has is already given
To his fellow.

I am blessed to be in the pack.
I know every one of them has my back.
We are making the future our bitch.
We got a special pitch.

 I call him the contrarian

I call him the contrarian.
A walking mushroom librarian.
And that's not just cause he thinks he's a fun guy.
He has an anecdote for everything under the sun.
He knows a guy who knows a guy.
He is generous with his time and words.
Every private conversation he has overheard.
And thought it pertained to him.

He's got an ineffable charm.
With the power to disarm.
Hope you don't have anything important to do,
Cause he'll talk you till your ears are blue.
He thinks his jokes are funny,
But he's far from Always Sunny!


He's had every vocation.
From bill collector to pseudo veterinarian.
He can tell you the contents of dog poop.
Yes he's kind of a snoop!!
But his true calling is bullshit artist extraordinaire.
In truth my boy would not hurt a fly.
Unless having to listen to him all day caused it to die.
The fly would just look up at him and say, Why, why?

He's like this termite stuck between the floorboards.
I get out my industrial strength vacuum.
But he clings, he clings!
I have to admire his spunky determination.
And his reckless disregard for everyone and everything.

 Carrie Fisher Saw it All

Carrie Fisher saw it all.
Carrie Fisher saw the fall
Of democracy and integrity.
Not that we had a lot to begin with in politics.
Carrie Fisher saw the ascendancy of a pretender king.
A man not fit to lead nor wear the ring.

Carrie Fisher saw the Death Star.
That's what she got handed
In the movie; all is not groovy.
The Death Star is the nadir for America.
The Death Star is the death of ethics.
The Death Star is how bad his breath is.
The Death Star is only the beginning.
The Death Star is he just likes winning.
Doesn't care about the consequences.

Carrie Fisher had the vision.
She saw we were just fishing.
In a little stream, not knowing our dreams
Were about to be crushed, made to mush.
Carrie Fisher saw it all.

And if you had the foresight
To know things were going to get ugly,
Why not cash in your chips?
Is this a world we want to live in?
Where our new leader in chief always has a beef
With anyone who criticizes him?

I don't think our next President
Should be a bully or a cheat or a liar.
I don't think our next President
Should be a child and a walking conflict of interest.
I don't think our next President
Should not even know what the rules are
Because he has never played by them.


Who voted for this egomaniac?
You think he will put our interests above his own?
He is the one percent; we are insignificant.
Carrie Fisher saw it all.
Carrie Fisher saw the fall.

I try to reduce my carbon footprint

I try to reduce my carbon footprint.
But I know I'm far from perfect.
And man supposedly is descended from apes.
And who ever heard of a primate that did not throw a little poo.
I recycle at home religiously. At least I am more devout than most.
Yet all the same, it does no good to cast blame.
Because deep down we are all the same.

There is this dilemma with water.
We need it so. We value it so.
Yet we are lambs to the slaughter.
In our corporate materialistic world,
We pay for a resource that should be free.
And thank the powers that be.

Our environment is worth saving.
Corporate materialistic culture
Is a mother fucking vulture.
And no one seems to be immune.
I mean to righteously impugn
Anybody who doesn't give a shit.

I have seen the writing on the wall.
If we make no effort, we are bound to fall.
If it ain't biodegradable, at least use it twice.
Try not to be naughty, try to be nice.
Our resources are far from limitless.

If we all do even a little,
We can save the Earth
From becoming drivel.
Factories belch out poisonous air.
Corporate branding makes us slaves.
All that shit going into the ozone
And the earth will be all our graves.

I am no scientist but how can
A rational mind deny climate change?
The ice caps are melting, The oceans are rising.
It's not too surprising to see the Earth's demise.
'California tumbles into the sea..'
Hope that's not how it's going to be.