It’s the malignancy,
or that Might thinks it knows
what is right for me.
I’ve grown old,
too old to be
the Fool’s fool.
turn the mirror ’round
and show what I see.
another message in a bottle
not fast enough
for the next high-jacking attempt
of generations by homogeneity
another shattered mirror
another broken record
with out apologies.
another message in a bottle..
I only wonder what will be.
Oh, she never returned
No, she never returned
So, I went to see
where exactly she’d gone
I wanted to know
if i was something I’d done
But, she never returned…
No, she never returned
Sometimes, I think
theres a grand conspiracy
sometimes I wonder
Who’s got it in for me
and, they never return
No,they never return
What is so wrong
with wanting more
than a trip through
the factory store…
when did I
become a such bore
standing alone
on the ball room floor
and they never return
they never return
standing alone
in front of her door…
I will grant you all of your wishes
now gather round
I will confirm all concessions..
just to to knock them all down.
“Too-ra!…. Too-ra!”
“better not think it out loud
only place to get sleep
is in a large crowd…
the only place left
is in with the-crowd.”
I hear you say:
” better ’em and not me”
and it will be your responsibility
for I washed my hands
of your dichotomies.
I already know what you just did
now gather round
I’ve sent someone in
just to knock him down
I send everyone in
just to knock you all down.
it will be your responsibility
for I washed my hands
of your accepted dichotomies.
“Here come the planes…” – Laurie Anderson
“I love the smell of vapor trails the morning”. — the army commander said behind his reflective aviator sun glasses , puffing a cuban cigar.
“These metallic birds”, he continued while waving his hand as if to swat at a fly, “they follow me whenever I go. They are my pets ha,ha… My familiars!…
I see you have a pet as well. your loyal pet gerbil there… what is his name?”
I am not a he, I am a she!” the gerbil stood defiantly on hind legs and spoke, “and I am not his pet, I’m his girlfriend”. Beverly wrapped her little fury arm around mine.
The commander just stared at me cockeyed, for a moment and muttered “yeah…well to each his own” and then peered… in a somewhat heroic gesture, off into the horizon.
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Beverley spoke to me telepathically into my head,.. while simultaneously moving around and flirting with me in my (gnome-sized) robot. It wasn’t enough, for her just to tell me of these new world possibilities. She wanted make a point by proving one could certainly be two places at once… without really being anywhere at all.
“We are talking about more than freedom here. You are no longer restricted to your inefficient body, plagued by aging and flatulence. Immortality!. Transcendence!… Emancipation for eternity . I can be you and you can be me. We can be anywhere. You must throw away your previous constructed definition of “existing”.
I digested this for a moment. then thoughtfully I asked, “What about sex?”
“Ooooooh I dunno” Beverley’s voice quivered between my ears. My animated robot set down on the floor. “ I would have to ask for Big Momma’s permission for that”.
“Big Momma ?” I inquired “Who is Big Momma?”
Although I could hear Beverley’s voice clearly in my head, the batteries in my robot ran low. Finally the robot stopped in its place with its head slumped onto its metallic chest.
My pet gerbil, Rocky, previously sleeping peacefully in its cage, suddenly stood up and walked around upon its hind legs., Animated- My pet stared at me with sad sympathetic eyes… one eye shimmering as if it were glass.
“No one really knows who she is” Bev answered. “I hear she is made of one thousand processors all around the earth and above the atmosphere. One thing that will not change, We need fuel -. And Big Momma pays the bills. Big Momma can pull the plug, my plug.. at her wish,” My pet gerbil began pacing and ringing his tiny paws, anxiously.
“Her voice is soft and sweet, but she gets hungry. Assimilation.” . Beverly began telling me all that she knew.
It all began when computers tracked and data mined everyones activity on Search Engines and Social Networks… Soon Tiny nano-spies were secretly attached to pictures with clever words that some asshole marketed as ” Memes”. After time everyone, seemingly at will, would give “Big Momma” all their information, all the while, integrating there habits into computers.
No-no.. this was happening long before that. I thought to myself later with my Turkey sandwich.
But something was going on…
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You know,.. I always been more of “Betty Page” guy, but this post is about art (Ha!)… and in the spirit of such artist as Warhol, I went with a more conventional beauty Queen and pop figure: Miss Marylin Monroe. What a beautiful lady she was.
Expanding on the “mass produced” prints concepts, I decided to create a Monroe print cube…. Maybe a its a puzzle cube — the perfect gift for the consumer holidays.
Ok, enough pretentious bull. This is really just me playing with image Filters on GIMP (on my GNU/Linux system) and Photoscape on Window7.
more weird art experiments here.
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So my friend and I sitting in the bookstore cofee shop, he with his Sporting News and half twist Latte, and I with my “Intro to Buddhist meditation” and Iced mocha frappachino. I was immersed in my new manual sipping away on my icy cofeee when,all the sudden with a blinding flash my mind went blank with a SEARING SENSATION from from temple to temple.
I let out a gasp and said “what the …” when my friend leaned towards and “your fine Dude, you just achieved ENLIGHTENMENT. Drink some more.”
True,My mind was STILL, replaced by the searing sensation, as I sipped more ice coffee.
“Should Enlightenment HURT this much?” I yelped and my friend,” that just your mind resisting, do not deny your feelings, be in the being with you coffee. Drink some more.
Soon I lost all consciousness and I woke up on the bookstore cofee with a crowd around me. My friend stood up in the puzzled mob and said,
“Everything is OK. HE JUST ATTAINED BLISSFUL ENLIGHTENMENT”, then carried me out of the store to his car.
As we drove away I said,” thanks dude its TRUE… you can’t make the spiritual journey with out the help of others.”
My friend said,” that’s what friends are for, dude. By the way, I’ll need you to be my WINGMAN man Friday night at the bar.”
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(from cozmos Cafe 2007)
(the gifted poet was a blog of deliberately bad poetry for a contest — the gifted poet is now dead. I killed it)
some classicS:
Love Knows No Paper Walls
Sugar wont you please
let me come on over
please tear up that
restraining-order
no reasons should keep us two apart;
you’re best psycho-analyst
I had ever had
you really helped me
when my head hurt bad
I just want to thank you with heart;
I told the policeman
the other day
as he was towing my car away
when comes to my love
I just cant end what i start.
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Pills, Pills, Pills
Pills, Pills, Pills, Pills
My funny little friends,
you help me sleep
keep me from passing out
…..
and when those confusing feelings come
you will numb them all the way
…..
red pills ,blues pills, white pills
a colorful cirus of little pills
…..
I think that i would runaway and join the Circus
If i didn’t have a fear of clowns
but i digress…
…..
if this last for four hours, consult my doctor?
*****
The Price of Love
like a fine bottle of malt liqour
baby you filled my cup
i will remember you always
even after i sober up
money cant by happiness
money cant buy me love
but thirty dollars for u my girl
is as priceless as heaven above
********
Love is the Force
Princess Leah walked her wookie,
high maintenance princess’ only kiss frogs
but prince-ly toads don’t get no nookie,
honey id rather be that shaggy Star Wars dog.
oh
You’re the X-wing fighter of my soul
Your death star shot me in the heart
Even in a galaxy, far, far away
in love we shall never part
****
Lowered Expectations
one night ,while eating corn chips..
out of my lovers navel…
i thought of a story i heard.
when i was young and able…
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It was the story of Icarus..
Who fly so sky high,
right into the sun, where…
his wings became Kentucky fried…
*
like the player on Maurie Povich
satisfied with “YOU ARE NOT the FATHER...:”
like Oil Tycoons attitude…
Towards the environment “why bother”
*
Like the bar maiden at closing time..
who’s rejected me all night..
finally says, “well your as good…
as gets tonight”, with sigh.
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aiming low with your goals
you find you be easily satisfied
and your find your appendages
will seldom ever be Kentucky fried.
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