See - THE POUNDING OF THE DREAMS - A Poem

They gathered for the feast,
In that darkness,
To weep,
To sleep,
To fear,
That which,
They could not see.

They prayed,
To unnamed gods,
To feel their pain,
They cut themselves,
To see if they still bled,
Blood,
Not dust,
To feel their skin,
Not decay.

They walked into madness,
Their guns drawn to their chests,
To breathe,
To know they could still breathe,
Feet marching,
Sounds like the pounding of the drum,
The nightmares calling,
To try and flee,
To die,
Blood stained fields,
To die for that father land,
To die,
Souls wandering,
Foe,
Friend,
Alive,
Dead.

We cry,
We fear,
We lie in the fields,
Alive no more,
To hear,
Gone,
To never see again,
Dead.

WHAT IS YOUR GENDER? COULD I BE A NON-GENDER ALIEN BEING?

WHAT IS YOUR GENDER?

A random blog on a really touchy subject - COULD I BE A NON-GENDER ALIEN BEING?

So for awhile, I've been taking online surveys for pennies, gives me enough for beer and candy.

During the initial questions, it always asks WHAT IS YOUR GENDER?

Simple question right?

You'd be wrong if you answered YES!! I KNOW WHAT MY GENDER IS!!!

Do you?

Really?

Over the years I've had to fill out forms and such for different things and back in the day, it was an easy decision ---

[ ] MALE
[ ] FEMALE

Easy right?

Outie.

Innie.

Then as a confusing point to the whole "WHAT IS YOUR GENDER?" the [  ] OTHER box appeared.

Other??

"What the hell? Other? Does that mean they have their penis in their butt?" as my father would say looking at the question.

I had no answer as I checked male.

Then as the years moved on, the other was replaced with a multiple range of answers from non-binary fluid to I'm a kangaroo.

I've been told, quite angrily, "People evolve, drift away from stereotypes of male or female, an oppressive definition limiting humanity to what they were born as based on body parts!! Stop being such an old fashion enabler to an ancient system, CHANGE!!"

I then slap the person; call them a pig f*cker and wander off for ice cream.

No matter the issue, the ice cream will solve it!!

"Unless you're lactose intolerant!! ENABLER!!"

I think I'll go take a nap!! Wake me up when we hit [ ] I HAVE NO CLUE, GIMME ICE CREAM!!

THE WIND AS SEEN BY LIFE - A BEAT POEM AS INSPIRED BY A READING

THE WIND AS SEEN BY LIFE - A BEAT POEM AS INSPIRED BY A READING

The wind swept through the lands; 

We were but ants spread against the shifting sands,

That life,

There,

Spread free, 

From the boat we ran,

Alive in our fight,

Some soon,

To be dead.

There was a silence among the ravens; the hills were bloodied; the spirits gone.

Who was standing against the rage?

The city lights burned brightly, 

Alley ways strewn with broken glass;

The business men;

High polished shoes;

Ties;

Catch the 4:45 to evening supper;

High,

In that blight;

I swim into the sea;

It is night;

Kings;

Flying free,

Degenerates in the flop;

Flipping off the man;

Smoking; 

Dusty roof tops;

The clock;

Tick

Tock!

A pawn shop; 

Down that street,

Falling downwards,

Into a spin,

I'm still walking;

Those electric youths;

Trying to find;

Themselves,

Falling backwards,

Into clockworks,

The gears of society,

Grinding them,

Into pieces,

Everyone was dead,

His soul was dead,

That soul,

Where did it go?

Plan man, getting on the plan, to see if I can find life; the fuck!

That is the plan; man; to fuck, to see, to get out, to get on, to fly into the sea!!

"Shit!!"

I was drinking with the brightest of the insane.

College students were pushed up against the wall; trying to kill those brain cells at $3.00 a shot.

"Fuck!"

The words slipped from his tongue before he realized what was going on.

A fist to his lips.

He dropped to the floor.

Wham!

Blam!

Was he dead yet?

Coke heads in the streets; trying to catch a cab to home.

"Screw off!" Sam yell; his unkempt hair sprawling off to all sides; the drivers flipped him off in return and then spat in his general direction as they sped off.

We were walking; the broken sidewalks tripped us every few steps with the chipped cement.

"We should go and see Sid, he's has the shit!!" Carl said; trying to catch himself in mid trip.

I nodded.

It was a mile and a half to Sid's place.

Fifth street.

Sid was a good clean kid but he sold the best stuff; whatever you needed he had.

We made it to his place; at his mom's house.

"He's in the back boys!" she said, smiling and went back to her rum and coke.

We moved back.

"Well boys, do we have a party?" Sid smiled and motioned to us.

We sat.

Two lines of cocaine for each.

Sleep.

Catch a break.

Silence.

Flee.

Feel.

Are we alive?

Madness,

Caught in the door,

Wandering through,

Fly,

High.

We found ourselves later; outside, down the street, trying to catch a cab.

They never stopped.

One of the few girls in the group drove by.

"Need a ride!" she giggled.

We all got in.

Movement.

Flying still,

That road,

Underneath,

Trying to make us fall,

From that Lord's grace...

"Are you okay Johnny?" I heard her saying, shaking me from some awful dream.

I felt okay; lying there in some drug induced sleep; booze infested sores inside my brain trying to move outside, to take over that scene.

I could smell her sex; and my own body tried to respond.

"Pervert!" she giggled, slapping me teasingly.

Call out;

Oh sinners of the streets,

Your fleeing moments,

Ripe to be plucked,

To be thrown into the muck,

If we do not die tonight,

May we live for tomorrow!

I told her that I loved her; she was my only light.

"I love you more!" she replied, smiling, almost laughing in evil delight.

I couldn't feel my body but still there I stood; looking into her face, into her soul.

The wind,

As seen by life,

To be felt,

Till tomorrow,

Which shall never come,

Today will never end...

WHATEVER DOESN'T KILL YOU - A look into a demented writer's head

Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you wish you were dead. 

Anyone else having issues with their life?

Yeah, me neither.

So here I am, sitting, wondering, looking, early morning, I'm usually not up at this hour writing, but it seems like a good thing to do, to push the poison from the system and release into the world.

Angry pelicans on the streets of LA, looking for a fix, or tuna, or maybe a halibut,

Maybe in another life, I could be someone awesome, instead of this, whatever I am.

Planets align, then drift back away, trying to find center of nowhere, which, if you think about it, is near impossible.

It's 6:53 in the morning, few people wander about, looking for egg and sausage biscuit sandwiches and a large orange juice, somewhere, someplace, people laugh, drinking strong coffee, waiting for the sun to rise.

Misery loves company.

So they say.

I reach up, stretch, trying to grab space, to pull myself up, emotionally, Heaven seems so far away.

I fail.

I might go for a walk; to watch, to see, to hear, to feel the ground beneath my feet...

AND IN THAT END, WE HEARD THE SHOTS - A Poem

A new reality, there inside my mind, whispers in the wind, a new secondary life, swept among the rapids of society, tossed away, thrown away, giving up on, freedom is just a phase.

2029 - All human life is estranged.

"Where are we now?" cried the masses, one by one, trying to see out of the train.

There were no answers.

"We the people..."

We are machines, plowing through the dirt, the earth, to return to that earth, someday.

We all fear that day, constantly looking over our shoulders, marching to that end, step by step, the wind blowing into our face, slowing our ventures.

"March!" the guns pressed into our back.

There, into the Grace of God, we go, to line up against that wall, our shame, our blood, to be spilled on the ground, shot down as animals, to hear that last roar, the bullets ripping into our flesh, we are called dogs, we are called animals, but still we stand tall.

We feared that this day would come soon.

We were warned that it would come soon.

But we dared not listen, to fear, that end, to slip into the sweet waters and drown our fears, to be held by that river's embrace, no man could harm us, no man dared.

None of God's children could be slaves.

We were free.

We could not be sad here, in this place, a refuge from the cursed war, but here, we stood, against a hard, cutting wall, the soldiers, glaring, sneering, their rifles raised.

This was the end.

"Ready..."

The Sargent called out.

Some of us cried.

Some closed their eyes; to hope and pray, to wake from this nightmare.

Others held their heads high. 

"We shall meet again..." old men said, trying to calm the others.

"Aim..."

The end was close; near, our blood, oh God, save us from this fear.

"Soon!" a voice said, there, in our mind.

"Fire!"

And in that word, we heard the shots fired and then nothing...

Cyberpunk is dead - A study on Random thoughts

Cyberpunk is Dead
A study on Random Thoughts.

Cyberpunk, undefined, is dead, that prose, cyberspeak, the random character at the bar, drinking gin, at Chatsubo, it all is dead.

Don't try to make a movie, don't try to revive it, it is dead, RIP, sleep that deep sleep of no wakening, to dare not dream, kaput.

How did it die??

Killed itself during a electro rave, a suicide by electroshock.

It went quietly, without fare, just as it lived, dancing wildly on the dance floor, then, bam, that was it.

Some will speak at its funeral; William Gibson will take a match and light the corpse ablaze.

A ratty rag holding bar tender will pour drinks to over wrought mourners who will cry, WHAT WILL REPLACE CYBERPUNK?????

Nothing will.

Or everything will.

Maybe disco will.

Wait, isn't it dead too?

Future shock. 

Don't turn on the TV

CYBERPUNK IS DEAD......

The New Reality - Letter to home

The New Reality - Letter to home

Oh how could they, destroy that beautiful place inside our minds?

Deep moonlit scapes, wonderous pool under the waterfall.

I was sitting in a chair, mindless and speechless, a husk of my former self, staring at the four walls.

You were gone.

You have been gone more than ten years.

Or so they tell me.

I don't remember anymore.

The medications make it all surreal, a dream, if I remembered it, I might kill myself.

Sickness in a mind, reports say, I could be quite sane and it is the rest of the world that's mad.

I try to tell the doctors here that.

Maybe they are the sociopyschotic mad men in their deep starched white coats meandering room to room looking for something to cure their sickness, writting it down on their clipboards.

Angry suicidal, homicidal, I have become, or would, if the medications wouldn't step in and protect the idiots at the supermarket.

Blocking the aisles, chattering like rats over some dead issue, tissues?

Who cares.

I just want my box of cereal.

Toasty oats.

With raisins.

Anyways, tomorrow, if I'm good, the nurses say I can have two cookies with my apple juice.

Anyways, good night Mom, I'll write more later, I love you,

Your son,

George

My hopes and dreams

My dreams are very little.

All I want is enough to live on, maybe a beach house, where I can lay on the beach, watch the waves come in, write poetry to some senator while my dog Angel growls at the bar keep who happens to be black.

I want to have six sons and a daughter named Steve.

I'd like to run for President for the United States on the stance everyone is created equal, no one should go hungry or not have a roof, maybe be educated.

It seems no one gives a hoo, but, they do.

I want all my friends and family to be happy too.

Is that too much to ask?

A LATE NIGHT RAMBLING - A RANDOM POEM

A LATE NIGHT RAMBLING - A RANDOM POEM

Sitting on the corner,
A dirty street,
Lies burned into the TV screen
Called the evening news.
Five shot dead;
Sad smiling face,
Children of the street,
Homeless,
Sad smiling bright face,
News man shuffles his white sheets of paper,
Two more dead,
Tragic,
Heroic deeds by someone's sister,
Brother,
Who knows,
On to the weather,
Sunshine in rich,
The poor get rain,
It seemingly is the rage

I decide to erase my brain,
Start over,
Reboot the ignorance,
Watch the moon explode into space,
Rejection, that word sprayed across my face,
Communists smoking marijuana, 1983,
Before the senile oafs we call Senators made it such a craze.
Corporate rape,
Rage,
Eating eggs off buttered toast,
Now, don't give a shit,
1998,
It all changes,
Does it?
Fuck it,
There's a train,
A train for change?
No one knows,
Nor do they care,
It's the new craze,
Jump on board,
Jump in front of.
Beating of the drum,
In rhythm with the brain,
Thump,
Thump,
Drum,
Dump.
Dumb
The pump don't work,
Somebody stole the handle,
The key use to be under that rock,
But damn if they didn't take that too!

When it pisses,
We call it rain,
OH happy day,
The flowers say,
It finally begins to,
What the shit is this?

Hero in the streets,
An angry fix there,
Walter killed himself,
A day before he turned 25.
A rainy day indeed,
The sheets,
Bloody and torn,
Ripped,
Riped?
Blood clinging to the wall,
Should have hanged himself,
Mother is in denial,
Father does not weep,
Sister ran away from home.
Can't sleep,
Too damn many waves,
Trains,
Screaming through my brain.

Whispers in the night,
Weeps,
Tears,
Bottles poured into mouth,
Vomit out the pain.
Senses dulled,
Removed from any sense of reality,
Shame that next day!

Cast out the demons,
The preacher preaches,
Rotten peaches,
Smelling like dead babies in a steaming jungle,
Screams in erotica,
Cast out visions of orgasmic death scenes
On that TV,
Mother lies,
Father lies,
Whole families lie in wait,
A crystal blank face,
Drink to kill that pain
To feel nothing but a breeze of a fly's wings.
Insanity?
Better to be insane
Than right with the sane mob,
Killing all the differences.

Sing,
To herald the light,
To banish that darkness,
Outside,
Scream,
End scene.
FADE TO BLACK

INFORMED INSANITY - A POEM TO READ IN A CLOSET WHILE THE DEVIL STEALS YOUR BUILDING BLOCKS

INFORMED INSANITY - A POEM TO READ IN A CLOSET WHILE THE DEVIL STEALS YOUR BUILDING BLOCKS

Worm wood,
 Drifting distant minds,
Left to the corner, sleeping in a pile of leaves,
Whispering loves across the lines,
In rapture,
In sleaze,
Ease?
O to see,
That sea,
Across the line,
In a time,
Ripples in the cosmic lake.

Tome,
A word involved in a battle,
Witless mimes?
We could not see without our eyes,
To not hear the boisterous voices,
In a shaded room,
A nurse comes in,
Can she take my pulse?
Can she?
She can!

Oh madness,
That sadness in my mind,
To dream of insane,
To day, to week, to whatever the hell it is.

I wish to scream,
But no mouth do I have,
I wish to see,
But no eyes do I have

In time,
The distance decreases,
To a better,
More horrid place,
Random drawings,
On the desk,
Drawn in red,
Blood,
Shit,
Drool,
Whatever it is.

I was cursed,
Before I was birth,

Followers inside my brain,
Digging out the memories,
Too horrible to remember,
To know what is not known,
To see what should not be seen,
To say goodnight one last time,
In Heaven's name,
Cursing the stars,
The darkness,
To sleep,
To not wake,
Trying to wake up from this nightmare,
Is this a dream?
Or is this reality?

Never sure,
Where am I,
In reference to time and space.

Lights,
Darkness,
Break apart,
This is not living,
This is just existing,
Onward,
Downward,
Someone just threw me a shovel and said dig.

The voices in my head,
To scream,
To feel that pain,
To be released,
From this misery.

Darkness does cover my eyes,
To unsee,
To fall asleep,
Fresh misery,
A bullet,
Screaming through my brain,
To end this nightmare,
This life,
Not worth a nickel,
Not worth the price of a pin.

A SUICIDE NOTE TO THE WORLD - A poem

 A SUICIDE NOTE TO THE WORLD - A POEM

Standing in the middle of a suicide, 

How do you feel when your heart is broken?
The world keeps spinning,
Imagery,
Against the wind,
Sorrow in the after thought,
Lies, all is love,
I feel the blade against my skin,
A bitter bite,
A slice,
Stitches through time, skin,
Another life,
Who knows where it goes,
This time,
A broken life,
Standing there,
Awake,
Asleep,
Dead,
Alive,
The words drift across the screen,
Hope?
Shit...

There in the darkness I can see the pain,
It would be easy,
To take my life,
But instead I close my eyes and lay there weeping,
Staring into the ceiling,
It is an illusion,
This thing called life,
Is there anyone else,
Out there,
Feeling the same thing,
Thinking the same thing?

The faces, there in the dim light,
Nightmares?
I am shaken awake,
By my own life.
Distant,
Ripped memories,
Coming through the haze.

Awake,

Awoke,
Fly on the wall,
Seventeen pills,
Bottle of Jack,
What a way to go,
No one seems to care,
Easily replaced,
No one will remember my name,
A silent grave.

No one gets out of here alive,
The long goodbye,
There seems to be a line,
Not to cross,
Not to flee,

To feel the last kiss,
Upon my wrists,
Another,
To make sure I still bleed,
The bottle is half way empty,
Half way full?
Who cares,
Who knows,
The darkness does not.

Where is my mind?
Somewhere out there,
On the street?
Drifting through to the atmosphere,
Into blitz?
Where is my life?
Why am I dying one second at a time?
Why was I born?
Just to be put into the ground?
Lies, life, genocide,
Who knows,
I don't,
Goodbye...

LIFE IN A SONG - Lyrics in the middle of the night

LIFE IN A SONG 

Lyrics in the middle of the night

Driving through the rain,
Bullet through the brain,
Living is the same,
And life goes on,
The middle of the night,
Dreaming of a better,
Life goes on,
And life goes on.

Times get better,
So they say,
Sometimes life,
It just gets bitter,
Dreaming of a better way,
Singing in the way,
Living for the love,
Living for the life,
Life goes on,
And life goes on,
Sometimes soon.

Bullet through the brain,
Driving through the rain,
Looking for a better way,
Life goes on,
Sometimes living,
Just a little,
Is the best way,
And the right way,
And life goes on,
And life goes on,
Realize it,
Sometimes it's hard,
To feel the road,
To go on,
To the better place,
And life,
Goes on,
On and on,
To the place,
Life goes on,
And life goes on.

SUPER BOWL LII --- a drunken blogger explains it all!!! UNAUTHORIZED BY THE NFL!!!!

Two teams -  The New England Patriots and The Philadelphia Eagles - will meet on the battle field of U.S. Bank Stadium in Minneapolis, Minnesota; land of the Vikings, on February 4th, 2018 to decide the fate of the Universe.

Or who has the most deflated balls and/or referees on their side. (Patriots up by 10 in that arena!!! Sorry Eagles fans, maybe next year!!!!)

Commercials will be aired; bets will be made on who will win the coin toss and at the end, we will discover who can run a ball into the end zone more than the other guy!

I use to get into the fooseball; mostly on how many beers I could drink before my date stormed off in disgust at my drunken actions at the bar.

Nowadays, I just get drunk and watch the test patterns on channel 3 and ask random people at work; "Did you see that game yesterday? Holeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy sheep shit!!!"

And 99.9 percent of the time they'll nod in agreement cause WHAT A GAME!!!!!

Tonight on

DRUNKEN BLOGGER EXPLAINS IT ALL - OR NOTHING AT ALL!! 

We delve into both teams; their history, their plays, their chances at winning this bowl and most importantly we kill about 2 hours because we just can't sleep!!

(Tummy ache!!!)

First we look at ----

 THE PHILADELPHIA EAGLES ---  The history of as deciphered by a lone male in his jammies at 12:16 AM ---

As any good reporter, I hit the Eagles website, looking for a condensed history of the team and discovering 6 pages of ten thousand articles per page from everything from best place kickers of all time to the ugliest cheerleaders of all time.

I decided it wasn't worth my effort to delve into too deep for this article/analyst of the BIG GAME  so in true MY AWESOME fashion, I decided to make shit up and hope most people will skip through this part in hopes to find out who to bet on.

(For those looking for the Phildelphia Eagles' cheerleaders, you can click ----> HERE! )

(For those looking for NUDE PHOTOS OF CHEERLEADERS -- go to Google.com image search and type in 'MY MOM NAKED' Enjoy!!!)

HISTORY STOLEN AND BASTARDIZED FROM HERE

It all began in 1933; the Philadelphia Eagles were born; screaming into the world in their short pants and no helmets, they fumbled and stumbled onto the field.

"We are Eagles! Hear us roar!!" was their motto and confused fans everywhere went, "Da fuck?"

During World War Two, The Eagles merged with the Pittsburgh Steelers due to a shortage of players and became the Baltimore Ravens, but after the war, the two teams un-merged and soon there was the Philadelphia Eagles we know and love today!!

Their fight song is ABBA - Dancing Queen as performed by the Fargo, North Dakota School for Asthmatic Girl Scouts!! (Don't believe me! GOOGLE IT!!! See???)

Their mascot is Hank D. Eagle who still caws out; "WE ARE THE EAGLES! HEAR US ROAR!" And the crowd, doing some sort of drunken dance screams out, "DA FUCK?"

BUDDY'S WATCHING YOU - DA RAP (1988)

Now we move onto the ------

THE NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS --- it's 12:39 in the morning and the same guy is blogging!! Amazing right?

History bastardized from HERE

Professional football arrived in New England on November 16th, 1959 when several businessman tried to get a professional hockey team into the area but instead; FOOTBALL became a legend or a dull yellow stain on the bed sheets of the Hotel No Tell Holiday Inn.

Their mascot is a Drew The Drunken Seaman and their fight song is WE GOT A RASH ON OUR FANNY.

Would we make this stuff up?

Of course not!!!

Both teams records are 13 wins - 3 loses and 48 pending felony trials.

HISTORY OF THE SUPER BOWL -

Super Bowl One -  played on January 15, 1967 - was played on the home world  of Gargon 7 in Quadrant Twelve of Universe 8.

Spiderman was the quarterback for Earth. While Ultraman took the role to see who was the true ruler of the universe.

It was named after Vince Lombardi's toilet and the name just stuck!!!!

WHO WILL WIN THIS YEAR'S BOWL?

Bud Light!!!

23 to 35!

And now you know, THE REST OF THE STORY!! Good night and have a better tomorrow!!