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Wandering down the street, coke flying high, each person a sole grain of sand thrown against the beach, wind blown into infinity.

Greats mingling with the whores, the homeless, the young hipsters, their coats pulled tight against the freezing winds and driving rains.

The street, a micropolis of puss filled wounds slammed against the dying of the earth, she weeps fire from her veins, raped in silence.

The sky becomes a dull gray, dreaming, while you are awake, sinister storms on the horizon, the sky, awashed in vibrant dark colors of misled fortunes.

Does death suit you, oh dear one, in Heaven’s embrace, where the moon holds you, till we meet again?

I could not feel my soul, it felt like it was already gone, my mind was left, somewhat, the body, a meat bag, walking among the other meat bags, eyeless hunks of flesh, crashing on the ground.

What a beautiful day,
The sky was blue,
And the tears were rain.
I didn’t feel pain,
I only felt that rage.

Nobody knows
What the sorrow knows,
Nobody knows
What the feeling is,
Pressed against the flame.

Every eyes,
Every body,
We are too sober to see the world,as it should be seen.

Flesh ripped from our bones,
When we die,
Will they care?
Will there be a memory?

We are the dreamers,
Blinded by madness,
Flesh scarred,
Bones broken,
Minds laid bare
To troubled times,
Against the tides
That is the world
Joy,
In that last breathe,
To see,
When the time has come,
And to be remembered…

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Hello dear reader,

How are you?

Me, apparently cannot sleep, I’ve been tossing and turning and finally, at 3 am, I decided to stumble into my new, furnitureless living room from my new furnitureless bedroom and write my brain into a tired frenzy so it’ll let me fall fast to sleep.

Sometimes, okay, a lot, my brain decides it wants to think, random crap I can’t change, but bam, why not!

The other night, it decided to throw a girl I had a secret crush on back in elementary school as a “walk on” role in a dream.

It also decide, hey, why not throw a couple of friends in there along with my kid who isn’t even a dirty thought.

Great dream but then I wake up and go, WHAT DA HELL BRAIN?

“I don’t know, it seem right!!” It replies, shrugging as only a brain can only shrug with its lack of shoulders.

If it had eyes, it would have rolled them and said, “Thought you’d like it!!” It sighs, again if it had eyes, it would wink, and grin evily if it had a mouth.

My brain does that weird crap at 2 am, conversates with me, keeping me from sleep, it has done it for a long time, random stuff, things I have no control over, people I miss, people I haven’t thought about in 30 years, but there they are, asking how I am.

“Not too good!” I reply.

So here I sit now, legs crossed, my fingers tapping at my phone’s keyboard, writing poems randomly, letting my brain do its muttering, words flying on screen, hopefully I will fall asleep, 3:30 am, hopefully soon.

I write.

Damn brain, why won’t you calm down?

“Provide the link! To our poetry!”

CLICK HERE TO READ MY RANDOM POETRY – NEWLY MINTED! 3 AM!!

So there, my brain, the link, are you happy now??

“Quite!”

Good night my readers, sleep well…..zzzzzzzz

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2/21/2018 – Somewhere

I’m up for the count, just sitting here in the kitchen, listening to some music, wrote a poem for my other blog, it seem like the good thing to do, another sad, depressing shit random fest I like to do, just sit down, and begin typing, letting the words flow from my mind.

Click here for Broadway and Filth – A Poem

Still sitting here, 1:30 in the am, the darkness is deep and black, no moon.

Thoughts are crossing my mind.

THE ODE TO THE HOMELESS LIFE: Written in the summer, while I was homeless for a few weeks, just a taste of that life, enough for me, to lay down on the ground, to stare into the night sky, the stars my company.

THE ODE TO THE HOMELESS LIFE – A POEM

…The ground, your bed,
The sky, your covers.
Live life as you live it,
Not as you wish,
Take each breath,
A gift from God.

In the still of the night,
I lay here,
Wishing to sleep,
To dream,
That of green fields,
A soft bed to lay my body,
A pillow to lay my head,
A quilt to cover me.

I am tired,
But alas,
I cannot sleep!

 

A Recap of this week’s news so far: Or not!

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02/06/2018 – Somewhere deep below the Earth’s surface!!

Or my bathroom!!!

Hello, hi, how are you?

I am doing fine!!!

Not really but what the hell, this is my blog and I’ll lie if I want to!!!

Hope your day is as wonderful as your night and your garden comes up with nothing but tasty treats!!!

Nothing is going on in the world.

Don’t believe me?

Go look!!!

SEE!!! Not a thing!!!!

Anyways, till something happens here’s a recipe I found in a tin of Royal Dansk cookies!!!

CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CRUMBLED COOKIES

A delicious, cold chocolate cake your guests can’t resist!! NUMS!!!!!

For 4 servings you will need —

7 oz good chocolate
6 oz unsalted butter
3.5 oz Royal Dansk Butter Cookies, coarsely crumbled
2.5 oz hazelnuts, coarsely chopped
2 oz macadamia nuts, coarsely chopped
1.7 oz French nougat, coarsely chopped
1 tbl spoon maple syrup
Pinch of salt

Chop up the chocolate into uniform pieces. Place in a double boiler along with the butter.

Stir the mixture frequently with a rubber spatula.

Once melted, fold the chocolate butter into the crumbled Butter Cookies,chopped nuts, nougat and the syrup.

Add a pinch of salt.

Pour the mixture into a mini loaf pan lined with parchment paper.

Refrigerate for a minimum of 6 hours.

Cut with a bread knife before serving and enjoy.

Would also be great with Chocolate Chip Cookies!

Now ain’t that better than the news?

Good night and have a better tomorrow!!!

(Visit the Royal Dansk official recipe page here! )

8bcd009d61b58af6021d6fe29c4042f1I believe that we were born to die; a journey that starts here, end there, and in between, oh what a ride.

Settle in; grab on to something, fly down the mountain trail, into the valley below, stopping at the sea, to see, what there is to see, randomize the letters to form coherent thoughts; lies, dreams?

Hell if I know, the world keeps spinning even if I ain’t on it; testify!

Falling to pieces; in the middle of a suicide, dreamers on tripping; falling forward, striking the canvas with their teeth; with their minds; lost in a nightmare, 1983!

Everyone was sleeping; in a box, tops, mother was dying in the hospital, Intensive care; I held her hand as she slipped away to another land; the next year, father took the journey into the stars.

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I started to drink; before the light began to rise from the horizon, the rising of the sun; my mind spitting out words to the page; glint of moon light dancing across the walls; sparkles of madness rising from the ocean waves; singles of dances moving across the heaven; the dying of the mind, that last breath, before the last step, into the night.

I took another drink.

I fell from the grace; my hands torn from oblivion, I do not want to leave, I do not want to die; not like this, a poison in the veins of society, a lost loser, worthy of nothing.

I destroy everything I am giving.

I stand; the room is a grand ballroom miniaturize to elf size.

I’m trapped here inside my mind; reliving the horrors of life, one second at a time, losing my mind one memory at a time, shit, bricks, flying down the rabbit hole, before the great crash into the ground.

Fly?

Falling?

Where was I?

I cannot remember!

Signed,

Me

01/18/2018 – Random Writing at 4 AM – Another Poem?

Inside my mind; I do find myself – not against the rage but not in peace either; the waves do crash upon the shore again; it is peaceful even in that storm, to hear the breaks, the rage.

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Sometimes I wonder though if this life is even worth that rage.

A NOTE TO MY DEAR READERS: 

I wrote a piece tonight; at 3 AM, at a different site – Random Writings at 3 AM(Click! READ!!!) 

My mind is awake; keeping me awake in body and soul, so I write to amuse you; TO AMUSE MYSELF, I dare say, to pull from me that place words, to place upon the screen to let you read that which is inside my head; inside my brain.

Photo0047Here in the world; the darkness of the late night or early morning; I know not what, it matters to your perception; I begin to write, silly things, my words, thrown together quite madly, nothing in design or planning; random words typed quickly before they are lost to that insanity; no rhyme or reason I should say.

A memory interloped into the mess: not THAT far away in time but enough to make me realize, I am old, middle aged.

I was in high school, memorizing the passages of darling buds of May; henceforth a love done lost, to wishes and dreams unloved; is not that reality better to live, to breathe, to see, to feel that heart break then never to have loved before?

Memories trance themselves into view randomly; as if in a dream, I shall sleep soon, I believe, I shall see the faces of those who dance among the cerebral consciousness of myself, in that dream land, peeking out from here and there; tonight my dear readers is but a mess, of randomness.

My English teacher; throwing pages down upon my desk; a composition in my first madness.

‘Unbelievably dull characters; nothing seems alive, dead! Dead! Dead! F!’ she wrote upon it; in red. ‘You’ll never be more than what you are!’

I never understood, I still don’t; it’s impossible to be more than what you are; unless you break the laws of time and space; split the universe in half, rip reality into ninths and shit upon it all!!

But I digress, sweet readers, I do not know where my mind will take us; into madness, into love, into that sweet embrace of timeless wonders; that first kiss, that first date, that moment of first joy of release, though I shall not say that first fuck!

Words do drift out; could this be the end or the beginning?

I do not know; let us begin; said the joker to the king.

We all wears masks; we hide the reality, it is easier that way; the characters do drift in and out of our lives; and make us happy, sad, indifferent, etc. etc. etc.

This is how it shall be; the beginning, the middle and the end.

The holy trinity!

Good night; till tomorrow, I am forever indebted to you, dear reader, as you share with me; this journey through time and space; Good night!!!

 

~CHAPTER TWO~

Stalker Dating Imaginary Love

June was waiting for something, drinking a half empty bottle of wine, on the bench, sliding south.

Where genius met, nobody knew, especially June.

Categories of questions fell from the sky, striking her on the nose in the form of rain.

She feared the dark but hated the light even more, in the light, they, the normal peoples could see the tears, the bruises, how she hated the light, that which exposed the truth, and the pain.

There was that chance, out there, someone was watching, knowing, seeing the truth, seeing her madness as she danced naked there in her yard at midnight.

A few times the neighbors, nosy pricks, would call the cops.

A few times she’d be placed in “For observation – 3 days” to see if she was a harm to herself.

A few times she had danced to the rhythmic music with a gun to her head.

She wouldn’t have pulled the trigger and even if she had,she didn’t have enough money for the bullet.

One time, she had pawned the gun to buy some bullets but then it came to her, where would she get a gun and she went home, downed a bottle of scotch she had stolen from the liquor store and danced around the yard naked making wild hand gestures to the sky above in hope that the aliens would see her.

She felt like a trapped being on this planet, like her true self was meant for some other place, out there, among the stars, maybe she was a princess.

Or a warrior, killing those who opposed her mighty sword.

She had a boy friend, a few actually, all imaginary but it kept her mom happy.

“How is life?” her mom would ask.

“Great! Stephen is taking me to the movies tonight!”

What was the harm?

If her mom asked, the movie was great, Stephen was now somewhere else, fighting for our freedom.

If she got too nosy, Stephen was killed, land mine, blew him to Mars.

It all made sense, inside her mind, she didn’t need Stephen anyways, she had Mark, an actor, he was on a TV series, she had sent him a letter, he had sent her a picture, yes, Mark was the answer to the question.

Now if only she had a gun….