Kibble For World Peace

 The rains parted And sunshine came

The flowers push up higher today

And the checks in the mail

For bills and charity to get what we need

like insurance and necessities of living

 

I went to the store for food and treats

Last hundred went towards crunch

For the Dog and Cats, off brand 

Even though it's Purina, I checked the protein

thirty percent for cats and 21 for dog chow

It's the protein you are paying for

 

I was in the woods, I myself have plenty of kibble

But I lost my cushion when trip plans got canceled

Last Saturday I thought I'd be shopping for deals

Never materialized and I was running out of time

And meals and meal plans for animals,

3 cats and one dog is manageable

But I was getting short on time to find dues

For the elite club called us and you

 

Don't Feed Bigfoot

Love Letter v2.1

 On The Cross I Wept
What new day dawns
Promises to keep and promises to dream
We weep for tomorrows sorrow and today's peace

What love rises on the cross
Rises forever adieu
For survivors whom love you
Through to the promise of tomorrow too
What Love, Who... You Caliope?

Your my love that is reborn
My hope that rises every day
My Promise of life everlasting
Caliope You my forgotten tomorrows I live today anew
You're my everything I love about myself and you
I love you Caliope, and You KNEW!

My hours grow shorter, my time faint
I know I must craft in my shorter days
The burgeoning of the sun rising
Must not wait, tomorrow is a new play
And Today must be hayed for tomorrow never comes
Without your love in my heart staying

My Muse, My Love, I love you

Drizzle fa Sizzle ta

Most Days Rain or Drizzizle

Good time to buy air-conditioners While weather is cool

We recharge when demand is low

And rest during hard-times

While trying to work through scarce times

I think when it's quiet

And read what God gives me,

For I don't want nothing to show when sun sets low

 

Grin and bear it, because

It might not be fun

But Anything Creative Always Begets Something New

Save it until you got Ten

Do It Again and Practice

Ten, Twenty, Forty, Eighty or More Stored

Should Have Something Worth Keeping or Selling

Practice More and Buy a Store

Setup Shop and drop-ship your lot

Host It and Advertise, Link and Capitalize

Now We're Talking and Blogging and Painting

And Profiting On Wasted Time When We Sold Nothing

 

It might not be glamorous reading Books

It might not be easy cobbling a Webpage

It might not be risky selling Online

It might not be hard to Buy-in

It might not be expensive to Craft

It might not be stupid to Profit

But This is The World We Created For Ourselves

And At Least It's Affordable Enough To Sell 

What's Voodoo Amongst Friends

A Death Cult Visited

A n d I F E E L Enamored

What a hoot, can't argue

He asked if I made the sun come out

I told him I'm not Jesus

But if drinking a Miller Beer Will Do That

I would, Jessey Likes Wine, so We Just Talked

And He Invited Me To A Funeral Party

Celebrating Jesus Christ

 

Where does the time go?

I'm still fighting after 30 years the same goddamn shit

Math is your only clue in the Bible

Goldbricking Twittler

Fake As Nephrology Pseudoscience-type Bull Shit

My Stars Don't Mean Shit To You

So Why Do You Persist

 

The Moral To This Story

Is To Not Argue With Men Of Faith

Argue With Your Friends And It's A Downhill Battle

Argue With Your Priest And He'll Excommunicate You! 

Argue With Saints and You'll Live Forever

But Not Your Priest, Because He's Got Believers To Save,

Not You..

For We Gather Our Flowers From Our Path

And If We're Being Thorny!  Well!  Dammit! 

The Roman Grid

Riding on a Big Ball of Dirt

Floating in outerspace while

Flying at 100 of miles per second

We are Earthlings

And everything is Earthling

 Trees are Earthlings with shared ancestry

And Earthworms, and Earth babies

 A Jerusalem cricket may not know Algebra

But Algebra is a very Earthling thought

Comic books are Earthling entertainment

Sunday brunch is so very Earthling

Earthlings are boxmakers

They like their rusty cage

And put boxes inside of boxes to sit on

So they can watch television rectangles

Hung on bigger rectangles inside of boxes

With box-like blocks where they park boxes

And mail comes and they put that in a post box

To be filed in bigger boxes like filing Box

Even their mail is printed on rectangles

that they slide into slightly bigger rectangles

And slap postage rectangles on the mail to send

 

Even math comes in a box

Trigonometry squares the circle

We don't have to look far for deCarte`

Even art they put in a box, and slap square labels on it

Then Shipp it to a gallery Box so people can drink box wine

And claim we're geniuses for composition using 1/3s of a box frame

And our frames are boxes to protect and enhance

While framed lenses on our heads provide details

While square floors and walls hang squared Art Work

Which is considered a square living

As in you can do anything you want

But not everything helps

 

History repeats itself

And our squares are self-similar

If Pandora Had a Box, it was a music box

And the sinful music of a good time

Was programmed in the shape of our boxes

For it must have spread by the four furies

To our four corners Spreading box templates

As was programmed into her music box

Infecting our Mind with Platonic Geometry of Box-like Solids

Where does time go when it escapes my Box life like? Where?

Solar Killed the Riding Lawnmower

 my lawnmower was a relict

An anachronism from the late 20th century

So I upgraded my lawn using FFA plans

Corn here peas there and Squash

Holy trinity of the 16th century come full cycle

Grass un-needed but to feed sheep and cattle

Our suburbs followed suit to water through drip irrigation

Their gardens for food in yards not lawns for us to

Supply and Demand more from our lives to Undo

The years of scarcity and running to the stores.

 

Weeds will persist any plan, but the squash doesn't mind

And the peas climbed the corn which is technically grass

Most grains are these days of sunbleached summers

And solar pumps for the dripped water on squash

Corn is pretty thirsty but does well in sun

And the rain comes occasionally but thermal batteries

at night drive when the sun dips down too low

And thermo-electrics kick in, though their slower than solar

photoelectrics invented by Einstein, one of his few patents

 

Most days creep by un-noticed to the lawnmower

now unneeded  by society which needed food, not petrochemicals

 

 

 

armA geddon Dat Money

 Trump asked for 200 billion today to bolster rocket defenses.  Radar got hit, and another war for more oil.  Gas is 4 dollars, up 70 cents from last week when we filled our gas tanks.  Nobody said sanctions were permenant and Russia oil is getting here while Iranian tankers are allowed through probably to China.  Asian prices went through the roof, I hear.  And the World is on Fire as our Federal Government is coming unraveled from Greed, Apathy, and Selfishness which Science has no solution to.

And these are good days to be alive.  Iam home with my pets and food in fridge while apathy and greed lock up people in prison and detention indefinitely bolstering the profits of GEO and Core Civic.  Is survivor guilt a thing?  Sounds privilidged and probably is for anger and rage won't change policy.  We must try 2 do Something!  Write your congressman, sign our petition, comment on policy changes...  Anything, take a first aid class, unionize Amazon, or switch to a credit union and ditch your mutual funds.

Security, Energy, and Transportation are Top 3 industries... for the greedy, but maybe I need to work less, earn less, and just buy less crap while spending time with my family.  The means of production is at Haliburton if our gross domestic product is War, and Departments of War, and rumors of War up North and down South and in the middle East.  Jeesuz, greed is our antichrist's sign in the Epstein files 

Flexible Work

 I wonder what flexWork is... is it too gentle or too nice, is it too little and too trite?  Is it a fun thing to do or is it boring, am I going to die a little to hit the floor running?  Is it a noun or a verb, is it absurd?  Is it logical or piecemeal and divided fortitude?  Is it colloquial or local, is it pandemicly spread?  Am I going to get sick collecting my paycheck instead?  Is it a lot for the effort, or evenly spread, does money come in gobs for little spent?  Do people talk to you, or is your job automated.  Do you talk to a computer when one needs a friend?  Is it teleWork or remote voyeurism?  Are you expected to report or are they monitoring.  I use a computer to accomplish a task, do the ends justify the means or do they quantify my sweat?  Do I think when I do, or should I just do it?  Do I think I'm doing it when I've accomplished my request?  Can a computer do it, but if you just explained it right?  Then what am I doing if it doesn't require thought?  Are you a cog just leaning on me?  Am I a cog by switching thing?  Or Are we just creating red-tape, like the endless cycle or recycling toxic waste?  If there's no product there's no means, no means says I don't have a job yet.  Can I scam my boss into buying Ai slop, or am I just a cog whose ends justify the lot.  Am I seen, am I heard, do I have a name unubsurd, am I tool or an artist with a hobby not unheard.  Am I a fileclerk or secretary, a typist or calculator, can I quit before I start, or is this the beginning of peer pressure.

Do I think, do I feel, do I say or repeat, have I to take or retire in my prescence of behavior.  Do I say yes or say no, or leave without a word.  Do I take or do I give if my robots are doing It.  Do I agree or do I leave, or do I say maybe, and if Maybe I could do it then why didn't I do it yesterday.  Are they reasonable or bossy, do they dick around at work, Isn't Maybe My Boss Crazy!?  For Creating More Work?  Often I do what I'm told, and make other people rich.  Why am I paying rent if the World is on Fire??? from doing the same thing. 

Where you From Vic?

I come from that place where every picnic and potluck has a game of horseshoes

I come from that place that's rainiest Fall Winter and Spring

I come from Hot Summers, and cut Vinegar for your thirst

I'm from that place where pickups are mandatory not optional

My neighbors have machines or they couldn't survive

Mail order shopping is a necessity 

I come from that place where only Love is worth the Fight

I come from the land of Heifers and Cold

I come from the land of Silver and Gold where meadowlarks sing every spring like it's God's country and that's the marching tune

I come from 10 o'clock fright night, pizza parties, and fastfood 

I come from a place that votes republican but everyone believes in equal rights

I come from valley where a river runs through it and predators are the hunted

I come from a place where buffalo are feared for their brucellosis and praire dogs carry black plague

I come from cattle and timber industry whom are regularly screwed for getting out of bed and keep farming until the money is all gone

I come from the resevoir dogs and mid-night cabals to drink the levy dry or at least until we're chased away

I come from a place of war on drugs, war on cancer, war on terrorism, and war on immigrants

I come from a place of peace in the united methodist church

I come from a place where stand your ground means nothing because we already had that Right

I come from a place of highschool shop, study hall, and long hours of talking on phones with girls

I come from a place with Carnegie Libraries, the American Dream, and Injunuity

I come from a place where a railroad rarely visits but is always there

I come from a place where Hootowls pray away danger in the driest parts of summer and Fall

I come from Gods Country and a Big Big Sky