Wednesday, June 21, 2017

STAY AWAY FROM THE PENDULUM

The pendulum swings to the right
The pendulum swings to the left
If I want to be a true liberal
I must be wherever the pendulum isn't
I must stay away from that pendulum
The pendulum is bad news

I CAN SAY BOLOGNA SANDWICHES TO STEPHEN HAWKING

Kamala Harris
She's the former attorney general of California
Now she's United States senator
Also part of the Senate Intelligence Committee
Half the time I'm not even sure what she's saying
But she makes facial expressions
Raises her eyebrows
Wiggles in her chair
Leans forward
Tilts her head
Speaks over people
Cuts them off sometimes
And this makes her look smart
In the know
Superior to whoever she's talking to

For all I know she IS superior
And smarter
More in the know
Because I admit I'm not that smart
So she may know something I don't
Not sure
But I also realize I could say
"Bologna sandwiches"
To Stephen Hawking
Over and over again
Then raise my eyebrows
Shift around in my chair
Cock my head a bit
Look somewhat annoyed 
And many people would still think I'm
Smarter than
And superior to
Stephen Hawking

Monday, June 19, 2017

IT'S A MENTAL ILLNESS

With anorexia, it doesn't matter how thin you are
You're never thin enough
Your body is never good enough

With my writing, it doesn't matter how much I've written
Books, screenplays, poems, essays...
It's never enough
The output is never good enough

So I keep writing and writing
Not because I love it
But because of the disease
An endless pursuit to be good enough

I will never stop
It's a mental illness

Friday, June 16, 2017

HELL IS RISING



...I went to the usual spot...closed my eyes...quieted my mind in meditation...awaited the presence of the ascended master...and, soon, he appeared to me...


...I had one question for the master...what is hell like...and then he told me...

...imagine a place where there is never-ending fury...

...mixed with the sound of constant cursing, complaining, bickering, quibbling and blaming...

...along with the sounds of lamentation...weeping...wailing...moaning...sighing...sobbing...


...and cries of fear...pain...and woe...

...then, there is the worship of all materials...the flaunting of riches...prestige...

...love is also reduced to a material...where lovers are but trophies and displayed as such...

...I told the master that this place sounds familiar...I joked and said it reminds me of what-we-call social media...like Facebook...

...the master did not laugh, however...but remained serious...

...this social media...this Facebook...it is the hell I speak of...in a different guise no doubt...but it is made of the same energy found in hell....and is, thus, also hell...it is hell and hell is it...

...I could not help but utter "holy shit" under my breath and then apologized to the master for my disrespectful reaction, though he understood...

...he simply said that hell is rising...it's bubbling up into our world...and, with that, he disappeared...

Sunday, May 28, 2017

I LEAVE THE TUBE SOCKS ON

the tube socks are on my feet...and I'm going running...usually I would change to ankle socks...but I know the tube socks are more comfortable...so this time I leave them on...normally I would change them...because they make me look square...but now I choose comfort over looks...and I realize this is a sign I'm getting old

I WISH I COULD BLAME THE DISEASE

they're lucky...because they get to call it a disease...and, for me, it's just a bad habit...I could call it a disease...but I'd be full of shit...I know it's just a bad habit...though I wish I could blame the disease...all the bad things I've done under the influence...it's the disease's fault...blame the disease...I'm not doubting the disease exists...I'm just saying I'm envious of those who have it...because those with the disease get a free pass...all their bad decisions become null and void...God, don't blame me, blame the disease...damn, I wish this bad habit could progress to the level of a disease...then my soul and conscience would suddenly be clean...I push hard to get this habit to the next level...but it never happens...it will forever remain just a bad habit...and I'll forever remain responsible for my actions

Sunday, May 14, 2017

SIPPING ON A CUP OF DUNKINS

sipping on a cup of Dunkins...I'm torn with conflicting emotions...it has a strong scent of perfume on it...I'm assuming because whoever prepared it was wearing strong perfume...my coffee cup smells like pretty woman...but, on the other hand, I'm not sure I want my coffee cup smelling this way...I think I just want it smelling like coffee...I'm having trouble deciding whether I like this