Dearest readers,

It is another night and another piece I have written, which you can find the link to below!

FOR MOTHER LAND: “We deeply regret to inform you…” – A POEM

A lot of my poetry, works of fiction, mostly just arise from me, wanting to be shared, from someplace, and if I feel like it (truthfully, sometimes I just want to hide under my covers and not lift them up till forever, which, sadly, has been happening a lot lately!!) I sit down and begin writing them down either on the old trusty laptop or a note pad.

Most times, when I write these pieces, I’m feeling pretty bright and cheerful but the words are far from that point of view; the words can be dark, almost too dark, but they need to be sent out into the world.

I try to share; sometimes I think there is another world, somewhere, trying to speak and my mind is the only one listening.

If that’s the case, this piece is from some young lad, barely in his twenties, which war, I have no clue, any war will do.

Into madness,
We saw ourselves go,
Propelled there by our might,
Our own will,
Our eyes held closed,
Against the blinding of the light,
Bombs bursting in air,

One of the lines from the poem, it just popped into my mind as I sat at the kitchen table and opened my notebook, the same notebook holding my “Homeless diary” as well, I’ve kept it as a notebook for my life, jotting things down as they come to me.

Someday I hope to get it published.

Someday again, another of those things that very rarely ever comes, like tomorrow, it never comes.

We stand there and wait, someday, tomorrow, echoes from our past, our father’s words,
our mother’s, children, does not matter, tomorrow, that mythical beast, we are forever in pursuit of it, to the grave.

So we should, it is written, live for today, keep the memories alive, but only peek at them sparingly, to live in the here and now, something I need to learn to do myself.

Good night my dear friends, until I speak with you again….

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02/25/2018 – Someplace on the Planet Earth

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Dear sirs and madams,

Hi!

How are you?

I keep waking up breathing, which according to the doctors, is a good thing.

“Yay for waking up breathing!” cheers the nurses who stand by to stick me in the arm, to draw my blood, that life force that keeps me breathing, I guess.

I’m not a doctor though.

I’m barely a human being; just the skin and such, to make me able to walk among the hairless apes unseen by their unintelligent eyes.

If they saw my true form, they would still go about their daily business.

CLICK HERE FOR MY NEWEST POEM – INFORMED INSANITY – A POEM TO READ IN A CLOSET WHILE THE DEVIL STEALS YOUR BUILDING BLOCKS

So, after my ordeal of being pricked and prodded, I lay here, half naked, a flimsy robe covering my nakedness, the nurse coming in on the hour to see if I need a sleeping pill.

Oh no you don’t mind sucking demon from the Planet X’Neon!!! I’m on to you.

I’ll stay up and write, to tell the outside world about you, to tell them how you steal minds, put them in jars, to sell to the Martians or trade Iranians for free porn on Craigslist.

I’m on to you!!!

EAT LASERS ALIEN SCUM!!!

My fingers are registered deadly weapons in 17 universes and 23 alternate universes, including this one.

You just don’t know you’re dead!!

Ha ha!! FOOLS!!!!

Do you know, that, when a cat shows you their belly, you should scratch it?

This tells the Universe, I’M DONE, I’m so gone, I don’t care if the cat kills me!!

And the cat will respond by purring or stealing your wallet and go on a spending spree!!

Stupid cat.

I only have  a $1.95!!

Anyways think it’s time to fall asleep, to meet her there in dreamland.

She knows who she is!!!

Your friend,

ME!

 

 

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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!

 

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THE FISHING HOLE – A SONG IN CELEBRATION OF LIVES

There, on the creek, a fishing rod in my hand, I did find God, not as some mythical being but a thing of peace and tranquility.

We, me and my Pop, would fish that creek for hours, moving through the trees, fishing hole to fishing hole, trying to outdo each other in the numbers of trout caught.

It was an escape from the world, down there among the willows, shadows glancing off the waters.

There were no bills to pay, no world outside the pine trees, the creek, only the things that nature brought.

It was in that place I felt nearer to God than any church could ever bring.

Near a good fishing hole, my grandpa is buried, under a tall granite boulder as his headstone.

It was my grandpa’s favorite place in the world, sacred, with raspberries near by and enough trout to feed an army if one could stand long enough to catch them.

It is a place settled out from the hustle and bustle of the “normal” life; cast out the line and ponder the ripples, hear the eagle high above, the deer moving through the woods.

I have my pop and mom’s ashes with me; I soon will be burying them near that boulder, to hear those sounds, now in memories, as a song in celebration of their lives and mine as well.

Click to read my newest post on my other blog – THE DEAD DO NOT DO – A POEM

 

02/08/2018 – Hello!

So I’ve been trying to revive one of my old blogs; a place just to write, poetry mostly, and hope to make a few pennies maybe in the process.

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My newest piece can be found here — A SUICIDE NOTE TO THE WORLD – A POEM

It definitely is not one of my happiest poems but it just kind of came out of me and I wrote it down as quickly as I could.

To note, I’m not really suicidal, more depressed than I’ve been in awhile but not enough to go jump in front of a bus!! 😀

Anyways, it is getting late, almost 1:30 in the morning, and thinking it may be time for a nap.

A quick bit of poetry for here just to make this worth the time to hit PUBLISH!! 😀

In the night, she does dance,
Diamonds in her eyes,
Kingdom in the sky,
A glance at the madness,
Her love,
Sweet kiss,
Lay down upon the bed of light,
To awake in as a dream,
Good night…

 

 

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! )

Into the silence of the night,  we went quietly, without delight, our main objectives were to kill; to destroy, that enemy we came upon.

Our mission location: Somewhere, no one was sure except  it was on a distant planet far from Earth, hostile desert, unfit for human habitation.

“Az! Az!” someone whispered.

Az equaling alien zone; behind enemy lines.

We stayed low to the ground; our eyes peering forward into the cold dark night; not a word was spoken, we knew what our actions were, kill and destroy.

Always kill and destroy.

The silence grew deafening; I felt a drop of sweat roll down my face and drop to the ground.

“Watch!” Sarge growled low under the silence, “Where the fuck is our watch?”

I slipped up to where he was crouched.

“Dead sir….”

“Fucking command didn’t send us our replacement?”

I shook my head.

Another growl.

Tyler was our watch; good man, fought bravely in our last fight against the Grogs; nasty creatures, bug like, the only good Grog is a dead Grog, or so they kept yelling at us in boot camp.

This war had been going on for too many generations; one day the truce talks are a go, the next day, we were out in the barren lands, the scrubs, trying to find the dirty bastards.

No one really knew why we were fighting them; we just were, forward march, rifles at the ready, steady forward, kill, kill, move forward again till the heads upstairs in base orbit command say back; new peace talks.

Rinse and repeat.

I peered further past into the darkness, not a thing crept into view.

“Where are the bastards?” Sarge again growled under his breath, staring off as well into the silence of the night.

“Sleeping?” I kidded, smiling, for some strange reason.

Mick, our communication man, slipped beside me.

“We got nothing broadcasting sirs! Not even the usual clicks!”

Somewhere, out there, they were creeping their way towards us, silently making their way to our doom; we knew it, a Grog was never silent unless they were stalking.

I held my rifle hard into my chest; feeling the hard pounding of my heart; Sarge kept peering into the darkness.

“Them fuckers are out there; somewhere!”

Two hours; still not a peep.

Still I held close to the ground.

This was watch, someone had to do it.

“Go to sleep bugger; I’ll take over for watch!” Mick said, creeping up beside me.

I never could sleep out here; in the shit, always kept an eye open, an ear.

“Okay!” I smiled and fell into a semi-slumber.

Morning.

Rations of beans and crackers for breakfast.

Food supplies were making their way from Earth; be awhile before they arrived.

“Any contact?” Sarge asked settling down beside us.

“Not a thing sir!” Mick replied; shoveling a helping of beans into his mouth. “Do you think they retreated sir, in preparation for the next talks?”

Sarge shrugged.

“They haven’t in the past!” he said.

His eyes still scanning the terrain.

“We’ll move forward; get the men up and lets move out; our stomachs can wait till later!”

And so we moved forward; not even a whisper between us, our eyes scanning the horizon for signs of anything.

We marched; the unbearable heat of the sun beating down upon us, but still we hunted.

Four hours in; still no signs, we kept marching forward.

There, in the distance, the capital city of the cursed Grogs began to appear.

“There should be….something….anything!” Sarge said, his hands pulling up his rifle.

There was nothing; just the spirals of towers in the distance; a slight haze of smoke drifting over the horizon.

We kept marching forward.

Silence.

Not even a horn-bug flying over us; not even a chirp of a bird.

“Where the hell…”

We didn’t hear even a shell till it was too late.

A blast of laser fire ripped through Sarge’s chest; cutting his sentence short.

“Fuck!” was thrown out from my lips as I dove to the ground.

Mick was hit next; straight between the eyes.

He never uttered his last words as his body hit the ground.

“Fire! All fire!” I screamed, signaling hard in the general direction of where I thought the alien scums were.

Our rifles flared into the air; I heard a scream, high pitched.

“We got one!” someone yelled.

“Keep it up!!!” I yelled, my rifle firing repeatedly.

15 minutes; the battle raged.

We killed thirty seven confirmed.

We lost four.

COMMUNICATION DIRECTIVE 487 – ALL UNITS –

It is with great joy that we; the Terra Front; declare new peace talks with the Grogean Alliance in a hope to soon end this war that rages between our two species.  

As of this afternoon, 12:47 Gorgon Time, a cease fire is under order and all units are to disengage any further hostilities and are to report back as soon as possible to their base points of operation for further instructions.

Commander in Chief 

I read the communication; a deep sigh parting my lips.

I knew the drill.

I knew it all too well.

Again, we marched, two days across the heated oven of a desert, to be told that the peace talks folded, once more, but that was our destiny, march, forward, backwards, and if we were lucky, to die a valiant death; our rifle bursting forward, taking a few of them alien scum with us!