WE all want to follow so we don’t have to rule, we all want to lead so we don’t get left behind.  

John Combs insists we drill for oil under the Vatican. If the reserve is a blowout he suggested we invade and “liberate” them from the holy tyranny. He may have a point. 

Three HUGE problems would be solved:

1. Increased military industrial contracts for American firms who will profit off of terror, environmental disasters and black gold, or business as usual at the Bush family ranch.

2. Finally rid the world of the Roman Catholic church and perhaps more importantly Sauron and his four fingered black hand.

3. Idiot Americans get to chant “Drill baby drill!!” for another day.

Guns.  Seems that justifying life on the defensive breeds instability, extreme precaution, and fear.  The protection clause has been beat to death.  What will it take to see a relaxed point of view overwhelm folks instead of the other way around?  

Courage isn’t killing anything but fear.  Think about it.  Please, for the love of all that is right, true and fair.  

Every step leads another

lest they be UPPERCASE snares

for my sisters & brothers

alone or in pairs;

Tumble up, she said, or stay the fuck on the ground!

Oh, no! he declined, I’ll be the queen on the round!

But singing has been heard, from the #hashtag heathrow,

stifling the kids with only downward to go–

step by step, all the way to the flo.

So each step with it’s other

can stare at foursquare

but my sisters & brothers

better beware.  

Likes long walks on the beach, all things sweet & salty, and Manila Luzon.  Dislikes ruts, potholes and working weekends.  Detests hate.  Loves his mother.  Superloves good conversations with his mother about the beach, mix&match cheddar/caramel popcorn, being fierce, finding ourselves stuck in some way, avoiding life’s avoidable tragedies and braving through the rest, and that serving humanity/survival is never work.  Thanks Lou.  

the spirits pull my tears to cleanse the lens

inside my fears.

hello in-sanity.  thank gawd.  

love here and now dick, do what you will

to build a mighty reservoir all dammed up to hilt

so not to spillway any on his potholed highway

as those ducts, once so dyked, giveway to hisway

gush

he is all i think of when i think of the cold: dark, damp, bitter to taste

reasoning after belated bidding leaves me a little more watertight,

not airtight that i might make right- in plain or hind sight-

but actual reason right concerning a love not yet lost but on it’s leaky way;

out the cracks in corners not caulked too tight, not sealed today.

love that saved my sinking ship, pulled me out of the drowning pool,

built me up, prepared me for sea, then left me to drift without him; just me.

this is genuinely what makes me sad.  the loss of love seen from the shore

forever and ever and ever no more.  

drip

he is all i think of when i think of the warmth: bright, clean, sweet hot to taste.

people passing through my life
all clockwork and chime;
either by choice, excuse or reason of mine
worth nary a dime.  but when death

extracts

i take a step back and pull out respect
even more sublime;
since these people passing through
care not for my rhyme, but instead
their passage as persuasive as time.

Why is it some seem so much more capable of getting others to do as they say?  In one way or another, by many different means, they that exist as this elite group are capable, god knows how, of commanding with positive (in their minds?) results.  I could guess that determination, bravery, foolishness, etc. have much to do with the home brew’s perfect blend, but the most of these substantive adjectives could describe, really, many homeless men I’ve met periodically in my career.  And yet many of these determined, brave, foolish men couldn’t get water from a running tap.  Odd.    

So perhaps it is all mental.  Believe beyond belief in whatever role it is you’ve found yourself in, after being thrust from your twin mother’s cocoon, and you’ll champion the world.  Really?  It’s difficult for a guy like me, all worry and wishy, to completely fall into any notion to the point of obliviousness.  I usually find some out.  I can shift quick to find where someone is mentally, and then retreat from what I’ve seen or come up with an in.  

Later I try and convince myself that this dexterity is a fine quality and that I should promptly enjoy it.  Nice try.  It comes along with self destruction into chaos out of fear everyone will know I know what they know.  I’m always up and always down.  It explains a lot really.  

Then you must think of the people.  Those determined, brave, foolish men and women who give themselves so willingly to the command.  Odder still.  

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  Dick Carter 

  i worked with a gal who came in to the computer station just before me. typically, we shared the same computer.  we worked at jcwhitney, an auto aftermarket catalog specialist. our jobs were to take orders over the phone and punch them into archaic computers. well, the keyboard was found to be covered in a pungent, red liquid and until i caught her working along side me, on a different shift, pouring hot sauce into her bag of chili cheese fritos, i had no idea what the shit was. it made me kinda nauseous for a bit, then i liked the idea of this woman not giving a shit about the office equipment of this fantastic old chicago company. i was offered a promotion but refused. i had more leisure things to do in those salad days. memories.

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  Dick Carter her name was tameka. for a spell i had a MAJOR crush and would fantasize about her being my badass wife. i was mostly unhappy on a personal and relationship level, so the daydream kept me going through an otherwise difficult period. the good, the bad and the fugly. ☮

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  Dick Carter well, that and a healthy dose of strange from hollywood beach park or boys’ town. those rare spring weekends in chicago were all abloom. ♥

where is our responsibility in genetically mutating animals to the point of not just playing god, but actually being god?  i’ve said this before, but sometimes, when the light is right, you look into the eyes of an overbred animal and see black holes of nothing.  no soul.  i saw this very idea just now on the worthless natgeotv as they showcased the greyhound dog.  dead inside. one note, physical only.  so is this leading us to an understanding of creation beyond our current affairs and cued into extreme soul makeovers, mass zombie like armies and stepford children?

what role do we play?  how are we to maintain an balance with nature and continue to manipulate genetic coding for fun?  or are we the root, good, bad and everything in between?  so many questions.  seems to me my body electric is somehow a monitor of sorts, showcasing the universe as i intend to capacitate.  but what if i’m a dumb fuck, bred over and over for usually one or two good, work related, reasons?  i know many of these people, hell bent on living one good line and shitting the rest.  

strive for it?  not typically, but the lifestyles of the illiterate and oblivious possess a certain charm…from a distance. 

so now what?  think if you are god and god is me and we and all that crap then who’s minding the store?  what i guess i want to ask is that when you meet a single minded misanthrope, do you get the feeling that the same kind of overbreeding and obfuscating has taken place, some sets of kin before you?  i do.  and it’s fucking weird.   makes sense though.  the more narrow, the more inclined to serve.  which i shant quickly detest.  i adore good customer service.  it’s a pleasurable part of consumerism.  i mean serve as in SERVE.  you know, where you do nothing but fucking serve?  i know some folks like this and they too remind in certain ways, when the light is just right, of those poor greyhounds, destined for a life of nothing; no discovery, no inspiration, no proper hand to hold.

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i first noticed this phenomenon when watching some kind of strange video about fur coat farmers.  this particular farm specialized in nutria production and of course destruction.  the beaver’s cousin looked at first sad to me, then i got a better, closer look.  nothing was there.  i nearly dizzied myself from the height above the abyss.  so i read a thing or three and came to know these animals, like so many others, have been purely bred for purely esoteric reasons.  no longer needed in the ways of the past, we still continue.  then i came across a notion that some scientist somewhere has surely summoned herself to the pot of gold beneath the warm, dead skin that thankfully no longer packs the same appeal.  check into the breeding business for tips on how to drive most of mankind into the same pit.  not for our furs though.  and maybe there’s more importance to that statement than i might be suggesting.  maybe the black lenses really spell out the loss of natural beauty and nothing more.  beauty that comes from the earth and never takes itself too seriously.  maybe they’re missing this spark that all of us seem to have…or at least want willingly to wish for?  whatever it is we love about ourselves is robbed from us, leaving deathly hollow behind the headless horseman.

either way, it felt just plain old sad.  and when i feel plain old sad it can’t be any kind of good.  not that life is, but sublimating with our domesticated dogmatic indoctrinaires and supporting such foul practice is no different than assuming always that liars are decent people.  just because it can be done does not mean it should be done.  the bible has proven this little proverb time and time again.  

so i watch in horror, finish the show and start thinking about the connection, the leap, from animal to human.  how easy it would be to see that removing certain traits and replacing them with others has it benefits to the masters we serve.  especially to those who own (note: all masters own).  so the owners make and make and make.  never stopping with the making.  centuries pass and we find the hollow looking glass stained from behind in obsidian eyes staring into ours with nothing but the motions in motion.  are we to become?  are we to overcome?  like i said, so many questions.  

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