Ha! Fun to have with titling titles to thoughts brewing inside deep

Left last night lost in levitating lights leaping across a wind tossed sky

Sounds simmering slightly so the insides cannot deny, nor the mind ignore

even the eyes closed, they listened.

Mechanical functions it seems, this the bodies deem, filled with piss, shit, and sweat

covered in social graces to look and smell ‘sweet’.

So clean though, aloof and up high

Sparks sounding crisp and demanding; sounds of electric smashing

Lightning bolts all a part of the blanket, the fabric, the insides…

It truly brings peace this Wind that travels the air

Whooshing. Carrying. Bringing friends to play.

And what such fun! Touching the mind with such wonderful flashes

Bring such tranquillity and peace to what sparks in the mind.

…Eating burnt pancakes with sizzling pork belly bacon
Listening to AC/DC
Man, life is fucking great!

Sun shining through a bug tracked window
Birds singing in the breeze
Parasite out fucking with dolphins…
Man, life is fucking great!

(silence)

and why can such things be?

In countries around this shit hole planet that love to play war
It is the members of their military dying in service
that make respective countries
great…

Rome
Germany
Poland
Sweden
Zulu
Timubuctoo
and even the gender confused, politically correct, sleazy country currently going by the name
U.S.A

It is in memory to those men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice
that gives all of us
the ability to eat burnt pancakes
listen to AC/DC
protest a fucking broken system,
and get a restful nights sleep.

(to those souls of the United States Military now lost in eternal sleep, i for one, give sincere thanks)

Burping of evidence so full a belly

Consuming a meal of porportions

So to, ashes from a fire. Bubbles from soap. Laughter from tickles.

Blank stares though, from what?  A lack of notions? Fatigue?

There is ample room then, for many questions.

Anger though… Ah, now there is something from somewhere, someplace, sometimes…

to savor.

For all actions of all. From which to and to when and for all… a reasonable expectation as to why and how or even question…

But ANGER! Yes. Such a lovely word. To say “Go fuck yourself!” All without reason, without warrant or question, all because…You can.

Thus, it is

this feeling of being alive, as when to feel anger really means the world is not yet

dead.

As a child it was come to be known; a simple flower called, Indian Paintbrush.

Such simple days with such simple ways. So easy to see a natural painting alive and breathing.

Today, so much in  a world a man working the insides of building a home while outside, so much life blooming, growing, showing, speaking, laughing, singing, breeding, dying, sprouting, being…

Nothing of man lasts forever. Nothing of man is needed. Nothing of a world filled with such fervor of self of being could ever,…, to think though… ah yes, to think.

And why?

Growing brightly as if on fire, so many Indian Paintbrushes.

Beautiful and as so many wildflowers, actually a smell to boarder on stinky.

It started this day and it ended as well. So much beauty, so much life, so much, so much, so much… and then the smiles.

First the Paintbrush. But that was only a start. A beginning sentence in a paragraph, a chapter, book, library…

And so many other flowers with spiders, worms, birds, deer… The volume of vibrations… almost overwhelming.

A hummingbird with another making mischief and looking guilty.

A Sun almost obscure in smile and hiding

Tree’s that would never be silent again until the next Winters cold weather.

Everywhere.

Everywhere i looked and listened…such a great pleasure.

Finally, those moths who were so frisky and pretending to be butterflies… the moment truly

a

treasure.

(silence)

and to think, it all began so long ago in so many lifetimes of yesterday

the pleasure of such simple treasure

such is the real magic of the Indian Paintbrush, sentinel  simple beauty of simple nature, painting me a map to what is real, what is true, what is needed. A painting still being painted and when finished a painting i will forever be thankful.

Absolutely this feeling of absolution

Inside

Outside

and in between…

It is funny while sad while exciting while boring while whittling  the stick of time

away…

It is, you know, it truly is…

Only, who gives a shit?

You?

Me?

Thus and with steadfast admiration

Thank God

For the

Fucking

rain!

(this bit of trivial ‘poetry’ has been brought to your attention by the company making Lay’s potato chips… So yummy you can’t just eat one)

Written by: Citizen Buggery

Oft this motion of redundancy

there, with a wave of hand

Sweeping aside habitation, this thought

comparison

and try

Tickled podiatry, ha, even with a sign

and yes, justly given,

therefore,

salutations in same.

Oh

Global Warming

Written by: An Ice Cube

Climate change changes the way a world freezes and boils
One moment the vast white sheets blanket a frozen life
the next
a jungle vast from East to West, North to South

And then…

Along comes a sentient species cold in soul, hot in flesh

Humans…

Oh my, the hue and cry
Ban straws and plastic!
Save the whales, the rain forest, Starbucks, Google, Facebook
and for gods sake, click that fucking button that says, ‘Like’.

But I digress
when the planets fluctuations in weather are put to the test
when some idiot shithead scientists start playing with politics ‘making’ the facts fit with what
THEY
deem best…

And real politicians?
Governments?
Power?

Ha!
Take away ‘others’ rights, their freedoms, their guns, their religions,
their
their
their
Their everything until the control in sole/soul rests
with a bureaucracy so bloated
so filled with a cold logic and hot shit
why
just that ‘fact’ alone
puts all the bullshit
to the test

…

Yet again, I digress.

>>>…<<<

So tell me you holistic, tofu eating, hemp wearing little piece of
organic shit,
tell us all, your solutions?
when the volcano’s blow
the tsunamis wave
earth breaking quakes, taking your yurts, your gender confused crap away
along with the solar panels, wind turbines,…

goddamn it,
such fucking pests
such stupid answers and logic misplaced.

Knee jerk reactions at best.

So, tonight turn that microwave on high and nuke some spam out of a metal can and put on a paper plate
Take a plastic bag and take out the red, raw, chunks of cow steak
Fire up the gas grill
Turn up the A/C in the house filled with electronic gadgets
Hear the news on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Pravda, Fox, NBC about all this fucking damage to a planet
(while preparing to fuck with a latex condom stuffing your vagina with a piece of processed plastic, wearing Croc’s on feet with nails painted toxic.)

Such fucking hypocrites.
…

Meanwhile, I’ll be steering a little gift your way
Just a small chunk of rock I like to call, ‘friend’.
Oh, he’s not that large, only a mile across
meandering across a Universe
and while you wait for it to come, and REALLY give pause and change…
Write a cyber check, or click away a bit coin
to try and save your pathetic
planet.

Numbers are an elusive emotion. Lets take the population of the United States. Population between 300-400 million people. A pimple on the butt of numbers considering there are billions of people eating, fucking, shitting, sleeping on Earth.

A few months ago, a rich yuppie couple from the United States stepped down from their high paying jobs and when off seeking adventure… Their mantra was that there was and is no evil in the world. That the ‘bad’ was just a choice of biological processing. They died of course. By the hands of evil. Heads cut off while biking in far off lands.

Humans love evil. That is to be expected as evil has served humans well. Take Hitler for example. Because of his catalyst of hate and evil, the world soon came to have the nuclear bomb (energy source) jets, missiles, rockets, medicines of an advanced nature, radar… and all it cost was the millions of lives taken.

Evil gives much to those embracing it. However, the price, the cost, must be paid.

People do not change, neither does Evil. And the best evil is for those who say they don’t and won’t embrace it, but their actions. Their results. Their ways. Set in motion one of the most insidious forms of evil.

Today, the obvious forms of evil are everywhere. No country is immune. In the United States, the law as upheld by the highest court of the land allows the murder of children. The people applaud. They embrace. And for those who do not condone such horror, they themselves have their own paths of hate and evil to follow.

It could all very well seem hopeless as with evil, with Evil, there is hope, just not Hope.

Hope is a dangerous word for the masses. What would be better is to accept and acknowledge that which resides inside every human heart. To know there is more to this game than Evil and Hope.

For those who spout, “If there is a God, why does God allow cancer? Allow evil?” This is what this bit of writing is directed to as they are only half right in their understanding Hope and Evil.

And for those who  say, “God is love, God is Hope.” This bit of writing is directed to them as they are only half right in their understanding of Hope and Evil.

Once you have come to understand both and what they both are and offer, then the choices become much more clear. It becomes so obvious that breathing is no longer needed nor are the chains of this planet and all upon it needed. They were and are merely just a tool needed in the process. This is true as the Wind whispers freely.

.

Battle Cry

Armor long dusted as the bodies of complacent piled high
There below the belief of self and pride
Room filled with rusted stride
——————————————————
ovens in the kitchen hearth burning bread
——————————————————
a twisted joint of politic bodies bode insecurity
——————————————————
lovers mood to fill a moon as one after another, the domino’s fall.
In a Monsters world exists a field
Center of most and shadows view
Hear the beating of hide?

So, it’s war then, they want and desire such
so
let
it
begin

armies of Union
there are no innocents
much needed pawns as the Generals drink the sweetness of Life

Horror’s fingers now to grasp what remains
to show just who is
and who is not
merely a toy
a puppet
for the taker
of death.

Mostly though

to fit the threads

and zip.

Above, a layer of shit

Below, a layer of shit

Somewhat liveable in between