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“Pray to what gods you might hold dear

That when the time is that They come

You’ll not have to feel the sickening stretch

Of your little mind trying to understand

That which cannot be known”

I sort of realized that the bum looking dude

Who I thought was sleeping

Was mumbling to me, eyes wide and crazy

I guess even he couldn’t sleep with

The stink coming off of him

“Yeah, that bad, eh?”

I decided to play along. I was bored.

He seemed to adjust something, strange

Under his worn coat

Then he sort of zoned out, and half closed his eyes.

“Hey man,…you gots any smokes…?”

I can still smell his bits of brains.

Miles in the Mind

Slickery, tipping tunes 
Bouncing
Driving the flaunted feelings 
Making me say, yeah, Should have gone Out
Listened to some Cool in the eve air
Instead, got some flash.
Twinkle and Sheen
All black and smooth and new
There are other things I may say, Should Have to
(Not THAT Shoulda. Other stuff!)
I heard once, from a Mad man of wisdom
Seldom worried
That it is better to sleep on something you have yet to Do
Than be kept awake by something you have already Done.

Time for some Ink.

Security 002

Bright was the dawn when I woke for the real day
Sandy and sharp dreams still waved to me in the mirror
The ordinary was enjoyed
Knowing what came next
Off to the roads, which in the starting daylight always hold
Possibilities
New times just down the broken line

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Just a quickie
Just a wink
Little pleasant thoughts and small rolling hopes
Some new cravings to brighten new paths
Few if any memories contain darkness
Most Big Deals fade and go back
The summer sun reminds me of all the pleasant
Deviations from before
I look forward to a warm day, a cool drink, witty talk
Open smiles, bright eyes, sun kissed touches
With Jeep-like freedom
To take the Days as I will
Letting the Nights come and do as it must

Feeling Good.

Small smiles, but they are from someplace deep and soft
And safe.
Inside. Inside the balance of things.
When you feel something is weakening, worsening,
Take a second and look.
You will notice other scars healing.  
Other fears turning to hope.
Past pains and worries now giving you some peace.
Faith in those you love.
Smooth moments.
I wonder how far the changes go.
How near the chances are.
When the next magic will be felt.
I can see the stars between the dark parts.
The smiles, with touch and thought.

Let it all in.

 

“Does Not Suffer Fools Gladly”

Pathetic.
Really.  
I have swallowed my words, muted my thoughts, for so long.
And for what? It hasn’t gotten any better. The opposite.
The details, as I was about to purge, are actually so silly.
So, again, 
Pathetic
I feel lessened for having been involved in such stupidity.
It comes down to this; I will now only allow Adult interactions.
I will now dismiss the Childish Shit. 
The blatant lying and manipulation.  
Oh, there are productive effects when actions are taken 
In very limited areas.
But overall, as an adult, part of society, supposed member 
Of this human race, there is an overall failing.
Hold on to your gripes. Stow away all your anger.
I don’t care.
I now only care to protect the innocent from the 
Pathetic.
And, believe you me, I will.
Stop being foolish. Communicate. Don’t pull stupid Shit.
Do these simple things and we Can get along. We Should get along.
Really, we Have to….

Sharpen their knives, huh?

When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
Like I told my last wife, I says, "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it's all in the reflexes."
Well, ya see, I'm not saying that I've been everywhere and I've done everything, but I do know it's a pretty amazing planet we live on here, and a man would have to be some kind of FOOL to think we're alone in THIS universe.
This is gonna take crackerjack timing, Wang.
Okay. You people sit tight, hold the fort and keep the home fires burning. And if we're not back by dawn... call the president.
May the wings of liberty never lose a feather.

Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it."

We really shook the pillars of heaven, didn't we, Wang?