Purge

I have way too much.
It is overwhelming.
So much I don't need.
But I always need to feed.

I want it all.
I want it so bad.
I want to not feel it so.
I want to let it go.

Most people do no not have the strength.
Most people do not care that much.
Most people are not inclined
To get into the depth and the heart.

We always want what we don't have.
That does not make us bad.
It makes us human.
I will always keep searching.


 

Poem for the New Year

I need a clean-me-out colonic.
I need to be super-sonic.
I need to be free from static cling.
I need to be everything.

I need to make the world better.
I need to not be tethered.
I need to feel there is a reason.
But I'm too sensitive to stop believing.

I need an adventure.
I need to get her.
I need security.
Though I am comfortable with being me.

I need to get my head examined.
I need to not give a damn n',
I need to put it all on paper.
Before it all becomes vapor.

We should be in the same time zone
We should be in the same zip code.
Long distance relationship is a heavy load.
We can't make love through the telephone.

We should be in the same bed.
Everything we have ever said
Is all in our heads.
Are you ready to be my water and my bread?

We should be together.
We should be touching and holding.
We should be beholding.
We are separate and time keeps unfolding.

We are in a holding pattern.
Our flight has not touched down.
Do you want me to keep a frown?
Do you want me to be your clown?

Don't look for the one you love

Don't look for the one you love.
Look for the one you like.
Finding someone to love
Is easier than riding a bike.

Look for someone you can stand talking to.
Look for the one who never makes you blue.
It is much easier to love,
If given a shove.

No one knows what love is.
Some chemical impulse in the brain.
Or a sign that you're not sane.
Love is a fickle thing.

It is much harder to find the qualities
In those we seek about whom
We like everything.
Like does she really like olives?






I love some people
I don't really like
But the opposite is not true



Than it is to 
Than finding 


But when we truly find someone we like
When we find whom

When I'm not with you I'm with you

When I'm not with you I'm with you.
I think that's the definition of love.
I never saw the angel coming from above.
Our paths crossed like meteor showers.
The fruit of our union is beautiful flowers.

We're like two soldiers, battle weary.
But combat tested.
And both of us bested our enemies and demons.
And now that I'm with you I forgot all the reasons.

You are my amazing miracle
That I can't wait to claim.
God really came through
When he put us together.

Babe you are my soul mate.
I never thought those words
Were more than confection.
But now I see you are my only direction.

Every part of me screams,
I'm so glad I waited.
Because now that I've found you,
I am so elated!

Thanksgiving Poem

I am thankful for the bountiful food.
I am thankful for the festive mood.
I am thankful for family and friends.
I am thankful and I make amends.

I am thankful that I have my honey.
I am thankful that she thinks I'm funny.
I am thankful that the planet is not ruined.
I am thankful that love is brewing.

I am thankful that the sky is still blue.
I am thankful for every flower that grew.
I am thankful for she who understands.
I am thankful to take her hand.

I am thankful that there is no worse threat.
But sadly we're not there yet.
There is chaos and mayhem.
Can I get an amen?










I am thankful I live in this country

 This must be the place

This must be the place.
Where it all makes sense.
This must be the place.
Where we all belong.

This must be the place.
Unaffected by dread,
This must be the place.
That we lock in to the real.

This must be the place.
Where we remember to feel.
This must be the place.
Yes there's chaos and mayhem.
But still there is a firmament.

Controlled chaos

Controlled chaos.
That's where we are living.
We don't know who to trust.
It's not a time of giving.
 
There is no expectation.
And even less explanation.
We still have our wall.
Our mighty nation will not fall.

But we as a world
Are so incoherent.
Nothing is transparent.
There is no heir apparent.

This cluster of divisiveness
Extends beyond believing.
Who will be giving.
And who will be receiving.













That's what he called me.
Controlled chaos is entropy.
We don't have a choice about it.

Age is a number (haiku)

Age is a number.
Just an up and comer.
Age does not matter.

Transmitter

I am a transmitter
Sometimes my signal is strong.
Sometimes there is foggy weather.
Sometimes I don't know if I belong.

I am a transmitter.
I think I bring valuable content.
To almost everyone I ever met.
But I don't take credit.

The transmitter is outside of me.
The transmitter is not unkind.
The transmitter is beyond.

I wish I had a co-pilot

I wish i had a co-pilot.
But we're all on our own journey.
Not sure anyone is on my wavelength.
But I don't need anyone to save me.

It's like that John Lennon song.
'No one I think is in my tree..'
I can't compromise who I am.
I can't stop being me.

Lots of people want me to follow them.
Lots of people think I'm not that strong.
But most people are what I'm talking about.
Not sure what it means to belong.

I am a hopeless romantic.
God my belief is strong!
If I never ever find her,
It's not because I was wrong.

 Haiku on suffering and not suffering

It is all the same.
After you get it for free,
You'll always want it.

We have been Trumped

He thinks everyone against him conspires.
He calls those who challenge him liars.
He does not have integrity.
He does not have convictions.

His desires govern his actions.
His admirers think they'll gain traction.
But he does not care about anything.
And his doorbell is about to ring.

He's the great white hope
Who is a total dope.
He never had to do a lick of work.
When it came to serving his country he had to shirk.

But still he bullies his opponents.
This bull has big cajones.
But use that word and he'll get obstreperous.
Cause he don't like Mexicans.

He wants might to be right.
But his kind of rule is a blight.
He just wants to be king.
But his oath has a hollow ring.

Black and white?

I used to think racism subsided.
When a white dude, a black guy and an Asian guy collided
On my tv screen trying to sell me something I didn't need.
We had this pseudo alliance but some deep shit divides us.

I have to say I am appalled at racism between black and white.
Only in unity can we make it right.
God why is there so much hatred between the races?
That commander in chief really puts us through our paces.

Life is a struggle no doubt.
But why challenge color of skin.
Who is without sin?
If you are worthy give a shout.

The true divider is wealth not skin.
There are those who have alot.
And there are those who are looking in.
There are those with color.
And there are those without.

I hate the hackers.

I hate the hackers.
Back attackers.
Ugly little weasels.
Give me the measels

Insidious breed.
With no need.
To pay heed.
To morals or truth.

They follow their own agenda.
They think they're God's descendant.
But God's truth is never ending.
And their judgment is descending.

Grateful (wish it was a haiku)

Grateful is a universal language.
Its meaning hasn't changed much.
We all want to believe in something.
The truth is in the pudding.

 For Donald Trump

'Truth' has become a bad word.
'Truth' has become absurd.
We live in a nation
That suddenly lacks sophistication.

Whether you are republican or democrat,
Most of you know there is a serious lack.
Of integrity and morals.
It's deplorable.

I never knew the world could be more heinous.
Where he should have a brain, he has an anus.
There are no facts. It's all a scheme
To make him more than he seems.

We are off the reservation Dmitri

We are off the reservation Dmitri.
I know you are my friend Dmitri.
We did not see any interference.
I know Russia is our friend.

Dmitri you are so smart.
I am glad you remind me
That our countries are aligned.
My intelligence is maligned.

Dmitri I love you more than my allies.
Dmitri I love that you take control.
Dmitri there is no need for truth.
We are both spies with no soul.

Dmitri it's good that we have mutual enemies.
I pretty much hate everybody and I take them out.
But Dmitri I hope you don't take advantage of me.
Cause I am the headline.There is no one bigger than me.

 Summer

Summer, for me, is about economy of movement.
I hate to be hot! Every step is an effort.
I sit at home, I'm cool to be alone.
I weigh my decisions
With clinical precision.

Another body equals more heat.
Ninety something degrees makes me beat.
Every drop of sweat we must conserve.
A cool comfortable spot is well-deserved.
Global warming is real, people.

The sun can. melt us,
The sun can pelt us,
With red hot fire!
Summer can go hang.
You dig what I'm saying?

Don't get me wrong.
Winter has its drawbacks too.
The sun's light is a blessing.
But right now the heat is a curse.
Almost don't know which is worse.

To each purpose a reason.
To each mood a season.
 Right now a cool breeze is all I need.
A cold cloth for my fevered brow.
Thought I had something more to say somehow.

 New Poem-for Anthony Bourdain

Everybody has an itch they can't scratch.
Can't find the spark for the match.
We try to fill it up with addiction.
But there is no cure for our affliction.

There is one deep ache
That we cannot shake.
It's not enough to be loved.
Deep down we want to be understood.

And our question is not supposed to have an answer.
And our quest is a kind of cancer.
Because it is a parasite that also gives us light.
We all want our future to be bright.

We are like Sisyphus pushing a rock up the mountain.
At the peak of success, that rock falls steeply.
It is not for us to know why God makes it so.
We are but a drop in his fountain.

 For Amy

She loved the band Ride
But alcohol was her bride.
She was genuine and real
Our past was sadly sealed.

Thirty something summers old.
Her story barely told.
She was a good friend.
But our story did not unfold.

It all fell down like a house of cards.
Her whole damn world in shards.
She left behind her spouse.
The earthly world was not her house.

My God this album is amazing! American Dream by LCD Sound System.
I just think it is so mature and deep. There are so many long albums of the last
20 years or so that are too long. But I feel with James Murphy's songs and
arrangements the length is necessary because his songs breathe. 

Some people are poison

Some people are poison.
You think it's you,
But it's really them.
There's no need to pretend.

Some people are poison.
They get inside you,
Till you can't breathe.
And parting is such relief!

Some people are poison.
If they are really your friends,
You will know. They'll be there with you
For every ebb and flow.

Some people are poison.
Throw them up.
Spit them out.
When they are gone,
Scream and shout!

For Sheena Weasel

She is an unsung hero.
She is the warrior princess.
She never causes me distress.
Because she always makes me feel blessed.

Sheena is a goddess and a beauty.
She knows her duty.
She keeps it together.
In all kinds of weather.

She has so much heart.
She is whip smart.
She always makes me feel she cares.
Even when I only have blank stares.

Sheena is the best of the best.
Even when she gets cross,
I know all is not lost.
Sheena is the real deal.

Sheena Sheena Sheena.
Bet you wish you seen her.
She is the heart and the soul.
She rarely loses control.

Sheena this poem is long overdue.
If I am paper you are glue.
Thank you for brightening my day.
Thank you for always having the right things to say.

I am appalled at the mass shooting in Florida

I am appalled at the mass shooting in Florida.
How does a teenager obtain a weapon and it's cool?
So we are supposed to accept gun violence.
Thank God the 'criminals' do not have the upper hand.

I can't be numb to it all.
Although it happens all the time.
Some sick fuck guns down a bunch of innocent people.
But still there are laws in place to make sure the 'criminals'
Do not have the upper hand.

I am not against the Constitution.
But aren't there some folks who probably should not have a gun.
There must be something that prevails.
That is decent and sensible.
I'm so pissed off right now.

 All good intentions(haiku)

All good intentions
Become mired in status quo.
There is no progress.

 Everybody has an arc

Everybody has an arc;
Everybody has a spark.
Everybody moves from sperm and egg,
To a creature with arms and legs.

You might be a famous movie star.
You might not know who you are.
You might be a serial killer.
You might be the thrilla from manilla.

Everybody has an arc.
Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
You have a purpose whether you know it or not.
We all have a purpose.

Always be grateful

Always be grateful.
That is all you need to know.
Always be grateful.

I'm always grateful (haiku) 

I'm always grateful.
Forever grateful is law.
There's no higher truth.

 I hold her high above

 

I hold her high above.
She doesn't know my love.
She is high on a pedestal.
With choirs celestial.

She is truly an ideal.
A love, a partner, a meal.
I don't know how to tell her.
Ask her would she wear my sweater.

I'd keep her warm.
She has perfect form.
I don't even know if she farts.
And yes she has got smarts.

This girl is a beauty.
I feel it is my Duty.
To tell her how I feel.
But would she love me back for real?

Youth (haiku)

Youth thinks it knows all.
Really knows next to nothing.
Grownups know they're dumb.