Gonzo Life Reborn – A Song for the Doomed

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Do you hear those ringing bells,
Solemn time, for broken dreams?

The Devil may care,
And we just don’t know,
The Devil may die,
But we just don’t care,
We just go out and go insane!

Once you become the monster,
There’s no return,
No return to Heaven,
No return to Grace,
Stolen moments,
Wrapped in haste,
See those dreams,
Lie broken on the ground,
Tossed into misery,
Like broken dolls
In mud.

We did not care,
When it was done,
Against those enemies,
They were one,
Not us,
When it was done,
Against us,
We began to protest,
Fearing those falling bombs.

Time,
Passing through a bottle,
Bits of sand,
Drifting over us,
Burying us,
Killing us,
Removing us,
From that living memory.

We were still waiting,
Patiently,
For a bus,
Running late,
Twenty minutes,
Thirty minutes,
We still waited,
Waiting for a better life,
Never coming,
Apparently.

Fear not,
Oh fearless ones,
Freaks,
Geeks,
Running from the Atom Bomb,
The miracle cloud,
Reaching out,
Devouring those sinners,
Who dare not bow down,
To tyrant kings,
And falling leaves.

I dare not whisper,
What my mind says,
But scream it out,
In defiant ways,
Fuck you,
Fuck you,
Go fuck off,
Fuck you again,
You precious prick,
Dare not sleep,
To dare not dream,
Of better things,
Of better things,
Dreams,
Oh fucking dreams,
You cock tease.

We,
We dare not,
Dream,
Dream,
Shall we make off,
To hallow grounds,
To find ourselves,
To find…

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Nobody gets out of here alive – A Poem inspired by actual lyrics

Checks and balances,
Running free,
To that deep purple sky,
A freedom,
Unbreathed.

The city, silent, 3 am,
Morning on the horizon,
Still far away,
A fat cat,
Smoking,
Sitting on the side,
Waiting for a meal,
To slide by.

Jerry,
He was dying,
Would take his last breath,
In 25 to 30 years.
No easy way out,
Nobody gets out of here alive,
The hands of fate,
Fighting for,
That release.

Sarah,
She was flying,
Her body lying on the floor,
A needle at her hand,
That last breath,
A miracle of that life,
Wasted away,
In a corner apartment,
That sigh,
That release,
That end,
To see,
To the sea,
Release.

Giving up,
To the world,
An ode,
To live,
To live with each rising sun,
To die,
To die with each setting sun!
Good night…

Not Towards Hell — A Poem

Silently, we rage, 
Into the silence, we scream,
Words do not escape us,
Fluttering away,
Into the night, we rage,
Simple times,
A simple way,
Running away,
Into the victory,
We gain.

A tribute,
To those before us,
Who,
In time,
Did save,
Themselves,
From horrid days,
To rage,
To sage,
Again,
Again,
Down that hill,
Running towards God,
Hopefully not towards Hell…

A Rat F*CK was giving — or not? A Descent into Madness by Poetry

A RAT FUCK was giving — or not?

Neon lights,
Flying bright,
Over the city,
Sleeping right?
Hardly waking,
In a scene,
A delight?

Life time memories,
Uncertainity,
In a cage,
Down into flames,
A second,
A lifetime,
Lost to the pain,
Life is,
What life is?

20 minutes into the future,
30 seconds back into the past,
The present,
Just a cluster fuck waiting for a bus.

Merry Mary,
Where do you go?
Time to tell our souls,
Where in time do you go?

Drinking gasoline,
On the side of the road,
A misery?
A silent T?
Five minutes to live?
Give up,
Be free!
Stop the world,
I wanna get off,
Fracking in the mind,
Of the world,
Fifty feet,
To a mile down,
Fleeing into space,
In a worn out automobile?

Flying through the stars,
A last huff,
Before we go,
Into that great goodbye,
See you tomorrow night,
Unseen,
Unheard,
Fleeing from…
Screams!

FADE TO BLACK –
To be continued…

Drown Misery – A Poem

I saw the voices singing,
Rising up into the wind and rain,
I heard the song a playing,
Into the sea.

Fly up into the rising sun,
Into the morning,
Away from that darkness,
To feel the light upon thy face,
To feel the warmth upon your skin.

To dance in joyous tribulation,
To that sun,
To that morning,
Mourning in to rain,
Pushing the darkness away,
With a brush of our hands.

Time does not matter,
In the reflection of our lives,
To feel the pain awashed away,
Into that sea,
To drift away,
From us,
Away,
To drown in those waves.

Lucid Dreaming in Hallow Town – the beginning – Chapter one: Neurotic Erotica

Sweetly the sun rose into a cloudless sky, 1982, when Sullivan was still alive, before he even knew what cancer was going to do to his stomach, and take him away from his wife and young song, 1998.

We stood in a desert, that place where we began our journey, from that blacked and broken house.

I was 19, old enough to know better, young enough not to care.

“Dream big boy!” my father, dying in some poor man’s hospital in Washington State, told me, pushing a twenty dollar bill in my hand.

He’d be dead in a week.

I don’t remember who thought of the idea; but we were sitting in a bar in Butte, Montana.

Annie was drinking her 9th beer; grabbing onto the bar stool with her hands, spinning around, giggling like a little school girl high on something she called life.

“We got to go further man; to the east!!” Frankie, the brash young man from UCLA we had met in Seattle, the place we began our journey, who became our navigator, the only one in the group with a highway map and enough sense of direction to know which way was east.

At some point on the trip, Marilyn, a school teacher from Livingston, Montana jumped on board. By the time we reached Fargo, North Dakota, she and I were “slumping to the grind” as she called it, sleeping together in some dive of a motel on the side of the road.

To avoid the eyes of some crabby motel owner, we’d register as newlyweds, “Honeymooners” we’d gleefully say, smiling, almost believing our own story. Annie and Sullivan would do the same.

That first night, we broke a chair, as I pushed Marilyn up on top of the desk, her legs spreading, gaining me access to her, as our mouths pressed hard against each other, my hands slipping up and inside of her, soon to be replaced by my hard cock.

Hours that first night; the bed, the desk, the floor, in the shower, pressed against the wall, my tongue moving down her neck, swirling over her hard extended nipples, in, out, moans, deep thrust, screams, hard, faster, she cries out, her finger nails digging into my back.

Honeymooners; drunk, on lust, hard fuck, almost too much, maybe not an act, it had only been 900 miles, fast relationship.

Frankie was alone in this misadventure, to find ourselves in this American dream, we had to lose ourselves.

He tried to find some misfit to call his own, landing at the nearest crap watering hole; Jim’s Bar, somewhere in Minnesota, cocktail waitress.

They spent the night talking; mostly about her disasters of relationships; 42 and feeling like she had been ran over by a semi-truck going 90.

“I have a sister in Duluth…” Marilyn said as we sat and ate at a cafe for breakfast.

“What she look like?” Frankie asked, dunking some toast into the mush he had ordered with extra butter on each.

“Like me, only bigger tits!” she giggled.

Andrea was a pretty girl, could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch from fifty feet; or so the local boys said so.

She met us at some bus stop; Marilyn made the introductions.

“Where you guys heading?” she asked, as we gathered up into the car once more, pushing the vehicle back on the road.

“East!” I said, my fingers swirling through the air, “East till we cannot go east no more!!”

And my dear reader, that is truly when the adventure began.

America: Are we great yet?

Tuesday, November 27th, 2018 – Louisville, Kentucky

Dear Reader,

I started thinking about this blog post around 4 am this morning, it was a cold start, snowing sprinkles of white dusting, a holiday cheer, apparently, direct from the Weather Gods to cover the piles of dog poop out there on the grass.

I had this vision, the American dream, as directed by a self-deprecating person who was in need of ADD medication as delivered by a drunken clown.

Whatever happened to the American Dream?

Two cars in the garage, a swimming pool that wasn’t filled with disease ridden geese we named Charles in tribute to Prince Charles, and a million bucks a month, tax free, no strings attached except we might have to do a favor for the President of Peru at some time.

Nowadays, we’re lucky to have a roof over our head; a cardboard box, to call our own, to even have a job that pays pennies on the dollars, and questions are asked.

Companies that we grew up with like Kmart, Sears, Toys R Us are closing or are closed.

Car companies, the past back bone of that American Dream, are in dire trouble, cutting jobs left and right.

Those past two cars in the garage are gone; no longer made, because damn it, they too expensive to make, in any country.

Even Walmart, the grandfather of jobs that kinda suck but you still work for them because Fat Burgers doesn’t give bathroom breaks, is cutting hours of their employees in a chase to maximize profits.

“We raised the hourly rate to $10 an hour, what did you expect?” 

Course, being an executive in this “Cut and burn” progression of our country is still a paid out job; even if a company goes bankrupt, these men in black suits, get bonuses.

“What? But they hosed the goose! No money!! No bonuses!! They should pay it all back!!” I can hear you screaming.

They should but they won’t have to.

Millions of dollars are giving to these turds while the worker, the true back bone of the system, get the hose.

“You should have worked harder!!! Like me!!” Some Sears executive says as he takes his golden parachute and jumps from the plane which will soon crash into the mountain top.

It kind of makes sense that we have our current leader, our President, at the helm of this cruise ship named the Titanic, plotting our course.

Some people are upset over the President’s family choice of Christmas decor for the White House.

Not me, I find them appropriate.

Listen, those trees are a representation of what America is, and what is will be for a very long time.

We’re that messed up family on the block, Grandpa is out in his underwear screaming about how taxes are too high, welfare moms are too high, etc. etc.

Mom’s in the basement, huffing gasoline with dad and sis!!

This is “Our America!!”, home of the all you can eat heart killing buffet, $12.95 with a diet coke to make it okay!!!!!

Don’t like it, there’s the door, bring help!!!

Yes, we can get a new Prez in 2 years, but we’ll still have the legacy, the nickname, best family on the block!!! Cause Uncle Don knows how to decorate the house with beer cans!! Amen!!

Even with a new President, the issues of what is causing the downfall, that death of the Dream our forefathers and mothers had for us, their children, is there.

The car companies failing has been coming on for a very long time.

The companies we thought would be there for a very long time, they were killed by greed; executives who shouldn’t have been put in charge of baby sitting an already dead baby, billions of dollars in sales negated by triple or more in interest on debt that was used for God only knows what.

It sure wasn’t used to better the stores or provide a living wage for the employees, it probably ended up some executives’ noses and possibly rumps.

Who knows with those executives!

Is America great?

We sure are.

We still have those buffets; shops that sell sex toys that also double as blenders, for some The American Dream is still alive but that number is decreasing.

People are having to work 3 to 4 jobs just to cover the basics; like a roof, food, it has been coming on for a long time, and even now, the jobs are becoming harder and harder to find.

Both sides of this mess we call politics will tell you, the economy is doing great, but if you dig just a little bit below the surface, you’ll discover, it really isn’t.

Do I have a solution?

No, I do not, except nuke it from orbit, and start over again, this time enabling cheats, like some sort of video game.

Earth is filled with slutty dolphins

In Hell we build, to death we give in dishonor.

Universal Date:10,500,000 DC(During Crisis)
Location: Earth Reflection – After Mission 2.7 – Earth is filled with slutty dolphins

Captain D’Xalare – Mission Commander Reporting –

The Earth was dead, the only thing left, humanity, the parasite, still suckling on its mother’s tits angrily,  still draining its life as she laid dead on the blackness of the universe.

Humanity, an evil race, killing each other in the name of love and peace, over such silly details as the color of their skin or their worship of an imaginary deity, some even worshiped the same God but their words were translated differently.

Worthless reasons to kill each other, the Vogons only kill over the huckleberry found on this otherwise worthless planet.

We, the True Race, found this planet on a routine mission to study its true ruling specie, the pigeon when we discovered this lovely treat, its jam being a elixir of sexual delight.

The inferior of our species, the Moron, tried to mate with the berry directly staining their antenna blue.

Stupid Morons.

We, the Galaxon, ate of the berry and was amazed, delighted, then aroused and mated right on the spot with what the “Earthlings” call a “Dolphin”.

A very wonderful trip I had to say and noted it so in my diary of said mission.

Recommendation to Counsel: I truly recommend that this planet be stripped of the wonderful berries and the dolphins be saved.

The rhinoceros and elephants of this world are a nasty breed and have been known to charge and kill other species who intend to mate with them in a peace keeping mission such as ours.

The humans of this world will enjoy the process for awhile then becomes angered in a short order.

We recommend further that the world be destroyed as it has been declared “Hostile” and therefore ready to be demolished to be replaced by an on ramp to Worm Hole 789!

 

Heaven be her name – The Story of Destiny

I keep thinking I’m making headway in this thing called life but then the waves come crashing down.

I come up for a breath, feeling the blessed air coming into my lungs, but there, again, the monster waves hit me, hard, pushing me to the bottom, scraping my body against the coral reef, where am I?

Nowhere, going fast, up one minute, kick to the face, down, counting, 1, 2, 3, do I wanna get up again or stay down for the count?

The bets are coming in, I’m staying down, but nope, my dumb ass gets back up.

Why?

I’m a winner!

I laugh at that, my inner demon does, I’m no winner, I’m a big fat loser!

I’m trying to stay alive, well enough, I think, until I look in the mirror, standing there, bloody, broken, ready to give in.

“I love you!” she, the one in my corner, even though I’m insane.

I keep going because and for her.

“What’s her name?”

Destiny.

Heaven be her name….

How I love thee, in a previous life even,
I whisper thy name during those times,
I think I can not go on,
There you are,
A shimmering light against the encroaching darkness…

The dragons invade my sleep, the crazy, hello insanity, you try to keep me sane, I am slipping into madness…..hello dear friend, how are you this fine and wonderful evening?

I am dead inside.

Opening old and new wounds!

What is reality?

A dream placed into real life?

Is that the definition?

Dear one, I shall keep walking till the end, tomorrow shall never come!

Can’t go home again

They say you can’t go home again, that time changes everything,
The life, the place you once knew is no longer the same.

Standing in the stream, waiting, eyes to the distant horizon, watching, hoping,That one day, it will come back to you, but the stream keeps moving forward, away,
And nothing stays the same.

What will happen, no one knows, the past is past; tomorrow never comes and all we have is today,
To feel; sadness, happiness, tears and laughter, standing there, watching the sky, intense blue.
Life goes on even when you don’t want to.

The hardness, the pain, lets us enjoy the light, the happiness that shall come someday, hopefully soon.
That which does not kill us, makes us stronger, so the old saying goes.
Some days, we feel like sitting down, never to arise again, to feel the hard ground, to grasp the dirt into our fingers, to close our eyes and never awake, last breath escaping from our lips, rise to Heaven, or fall to Hell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The river moves onward and forward, as we should, in everything.  Those who have gone forth will be with us till the end of days, forever and ever, here in our heart, in our soul, and we keep on moving as they would want us to go forward, though, as has been said by better men than I, it can be hard, tempted to lie on comfortable grass and never rise again.

I keep moving, forward, onward, her in my heart, in my soul, the blue skies above me, high cliffs, so high they touch the sky, to my side, the lane moving forward, ever forward, the direction I shall go till the end.