Archives for March 2014

SEE

See

Open your eyes to see the silence

surrounding my old blue jeans.

See the words pouring from my mouth

and hear the colors I’m applying on our

walls that scream in protest because they

don’t like the sound of pink.

 

Listen to the rising sun and eat the heat

from the sun’s rays. Step upon one of its

beams and walk on it until you hit a window

pane that will melt when you expel what you

just ate. Grab a handful of air and sculpt a

design or anything you want.

 

But be careful of the ideas you may disrupt

that float in every handful of air you take from

the sky, and be careful not to cut your hand on

sharp colors that are invisibly there and only

taste the colors you’ll never see and don’t worry,

because you’ll only be acting like a tree.

Star Gazing

Star gazing

 

10,000 stars on display during the night wave

at me with blinking lights as the burning orbs

travel through heavens beginning and end.

 

They probably think I’m dumb because

they know when I look at them I can’t

tell a twinkle from a pulsar.

 

I don’t know my way around the sky

well enough to find  Scorpius, Leo,

or Cancer.

 

Taurus and Aquarius are invisible to me as is

Sagittarius and Andromeda that light the night

with waves of light.

 

Celestial objects direct my destiny and many have

no names. Why do we choose to only name the

brightest ones and ignore those that dimly shine

 

as if they’re not worth any bread or wine. Here on Earth

we choose to always watch the beautiful or brightest, be

it a person, car or star.

 

What’s inside doesn’t matter to shallow beings

who pay respect to looks, and not what a man

or thing is made of.

 

So let the stars choose wherever my soul may go, and when

I flow to the constellation they choose to send me to, the

girls and cars there will be the ones I’ve been looking for.

 

Down with GMOs

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Poetry

Oxytocin

 

Many days have come and gone

when I didn’t want to see the dawn.

I wanted to die because my life was

bad and so sad since I was a lad.

 

Death seemed like a relief before I

met you, and like flowers in spring

my latent emotions blossomed and

opened their spiritual leafs

 

to release my grief, they raised their

unfettered threads and released

oxytocin that flooded my brain with

the treasure of  your love.

 

When oxytocin flowed through my brain,

my desire for you couldn’t be denied, and

I thought I could trust you, because when

I took your hand,

 

love for my enemies as well as my friends

filled my heart, but then you went out with

my pal, my hormonal bliss changed to rage

and murderous thoughts filled my mind.

 

I was going downtown to buy a .44, cause you

didn’t love me anymore and my hormones

wouldn’t  accept that they wouldn’t get their daily

boost when I touched you.

 

Instead of a gun, I saw the setting sun and

bought a vial of sublingual hormonal bliss instead.

Starting with my tongue, love for you flowed

through me again and I forgave you and my friend.

 

Amazingly, oxytocin can also be used to heal wounds (through its anti-inflammatory properties). Studies have also shown that a rise in oxytocin levels can relieve pain — everything from headaches, cramps and overall body aches. Now, that being said, the trick is to get some oxytocin action while you’re in pain — which is not so easy. This is where synthetics can certainly help. Alternately, if you find yourself in physical discomfort, you could always ask your partner for a roll in the hay. So guys, be sure to use this crucial information the next time your significant other declines your advances and tells you she has a headache.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oxytocin, a miracle hormone.

Amazingly, oxytocin can also be used to heal wounds (through its anti-inflammatory properties). Studies have also shown that a rise in oxytocin levels can relieve pain — everything from headaches, cramps and overall body aches. Now, that being said, the trick is to get some oxytocin action while you’re in pain — which is not so easy. This is where synthetics can certainly help. Alternately, if you find yourself in physical discomfort, you could always ask your partner for a roll in the hay. So guys, be sure to use this crucial information the next time your significant other declines your advances and tells you she has a headache.

Wordless

Wordless

 

I’m at a loss for words. Beautiful,

rhyming, ugly or otherwise. What

secrets can I tell or even hum when

not one will come?

 

Maybe I can cry or moan from being

all alone, because I lost the language

you understand that shows my heart

is broken and it’s plain, I’m in pain.

 

Be they eloquently spoken or mumbled

eclipsed from my parched lips, the words

I want to use to say, “A curse on me is

reversed, because I’m in love with you

 

and I just can’t help myself,” will never

come, so the sun will never shine, nor

will I ever have divine bread and wine in

my lackluster wordless world without you.

 

I wave my hands in soundless words, but

you can’t read my intent and I might as well

be dead when you blink and think I’m simply

shooing flies away.

 

I give you a picture book with printed words that

can’t be mistook. The varying text tells what

waving my hands while I stand in a certain way

have to say.

 

So baby, if there’s been a mistake made, there’s

got to be some changes made. If you don’t want

me around, then I’ll be on my way overland  if you

can tell me to go with a wave of your fair hand.

 

Imagine!

The Matausas tribe in Papua New Guinea practices a cleansing rite of passage meant to rid boys’ bodies of the female influences left by their mother. Regardless of pain, boys go through the initiation to become warriors and cleanse themselves of any remaining female influences left in them from their mothers. First, they slide two thin wooden canes down their throats to induce vomiting several times and empty their stomachs. Afterwards, a collection of reeds are inserted into the initiate’s nose to further expel bad influences. Finally, they endure repeated stabbings to the tongue. This brutal ritual is said to purify them, turning them into true men.
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3-D painting March 24

Finished this 4 foot by 8 foot painting today, March 24, 2014IMAG1302

UFO Convention

UFO Convention

At a UFO convention in Las Vegas I couldn’t take my eyes of a rail thin girl with multi colored hair  wearing a skin tight Star Trek uniform that outlined her curves as Jeri Ryan’s costume in Voyager did hers.

The girl I eyeballed was smoking hot too, as my friends used to say about Ryan. I shuffled over to her on my size 18 web footed snow shoes I purchased to leave Bigfoot tracks in the snow, but wore now with my one piece alien costume that covered me from head to toe

in green and purple splotched latex that represented an alien from a snow covered planet.

“Are you from Earth?” I asked.

She gazed at me with her purple irises that spun and changed color every two seconds. Never knew they made contact lenses able to spin.

She smiled and filed down teeth showed. Must be fake, but they sure seemed real. Then her calming voice washed over me like an ocean wave that washed away my fears of rejection and opened a world of possibilities. Her sharpened teeth became a thing of beauty to me. I wanted her to bite my tongue. I put a hand to her waist and flew against the wall.

She smiled again and said, “You can look, but never touch.”

“Damn girl, are you electrified?” I looked for a battery pack, but nothing could be concealed under the clothes she wore. Her hair, it must be hidden there. I raised my drink as to make a toast and dumped it onto her head. Sparks flew. I knew I must have figured right when her face began to melt and metal shone through.

The Jeri Ryan look alike pointed a metal finger at me, grabbed me with her vice-like-hand, and hung me out of the window on the 25th floor. I kicked and screamed and tried to return inside, but she laughed a sweet robotic sound and said, “Never, never make a robot mad.”

“How can a robot be as beautiful as you?” I said.

Her sharpened teeth took a bite of the glass she held in one hand. I heard it crunching as she chewed it and then spit out a fine spray that cut through my latex costume and into my skin. I felt the metal fingers holding me losing their grip, so I tried to reach safety by swimming through the air. During my struggle the pieces of glass she had blown on me began to cut into my skin and blood showed.

“Look,” she said in a voice that came out robotic. She yanked me inside and shook me until blood flew like drops of water from a wet dog “I’ve found a human,” the changing voice said.

The convention goers surrounded me in a circle when she dropped me to the floor.

“I want to operate to see what makes it tick.” Came from one armpit of an alien who had six. “No fool,” came from another, “Have sex with it to see if it can conceive hybrid beings like us.”

A snakelike alien with two heads said, “Be careful, where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Fear lit all the aliens’ eyes because it was right. I blew the Boy-Scout whistle I wore around my neck and the Disintegrating  Swat team burst through the doors and windows with lasers blasting and soon only puddles of gore covered the dance floor.

All that was left of my dream was a puddle of gore and I’d never know how it would have been to have sex with Jeri Ryan, even if she was a robot look-alike.

“You really liked her, huh?” The swat commander said.

“Hate to admit it, but I did.”

“Birds of a feather,” the commander said.

“Huh?”

“Made it so you’d bleed like a human.”

The commander aimed his laser at my hand and pulled the trigger. My skin melted and blood dripped from my metal hand.

Poem of the day

LSD

Even though it’s against the law, and the

church says it’s wrong, I’m not in awe as

I stuff the gun barrel into my mouth knowing

it’ll end this dreary life.

 

I’m brave because I know my soul won’t

remain in the grave like a Christian waiting

for Jesus to come out of the sun as the one

who’ll announce the end of days.

 

I don’t believe my body and soul will be

resurrected when I hear the words of God that

say, “You’ll be made whole and will crawl

from the grave to live again when the world ends.”

 

Memories of past lives abound in my mind

and most of them are gems and better than

the one I’ve lived this time around so deep

in slime that I need to end it to begin again.

 

Memories that keep me awake are ones where

I’ve been an insect, an animal, and even once

a snake. Not one of these lives was lived as cruelly

lived as this human one, so I pray my next life will be as a bug.

 

I break the law and pull the trigger only to discover

an instant before I die that my memories of living before

are there because a man named Buzz said,

“Take this and see.” And he gave me some LSD.