4 A.M.

It's 4AM: my mind is active

Forcing me to pen my conscious dreams

Which is also a great smart shop

In the world Headquarters

Running down a dark beach

At night, a little uneasy

I am my ex-girlfriend

Looking for me in the land of futility

He's not coming here

Where is he?

Why did he leave me?

Wait a minute...

I am myself here

Awake.

Write down the meaning of life

Remember the scene

I am at one with myself again

I have completed the yearning inside

Drift peacefully content back into

The unconscious blanket of sleep

747

Awake. Remnants of a dream remain…

Last night the 747 I was flying in had to crash land into the water. Amazingly, it seems most people survived though one older man (who looks a bit like Rodney Dangerfield) is trapped in a long tube of thick plastic that is filled of water. I saw him frantically swim toward me with only a little fear in his eyes. I grab the plastic and attempt to rip it with my hands bare.

Though it gives just enough to realize it is weakening, I am still unable to pierce the plastic! I can see it stretching, turning whiter in the places I pull on REALLY hard, but I just CANNOT get it to burst!!! What to do??? Rodney looks as if he’s running out of Breath and he’s frantically motioning for me to open his water-tube prison…

If only I had a butter knife or anything metal with which to slice… that’s all it would take! Somehow the butter knife appears and I am able to penetrate the plastic and all the water comes out and it deflates. Rodney walks by me as if nothing has happened. That’s humanity for you. No good deed goes unpunished.

Awake. Remnants of a dream fade…

Alabama Jacks

Drinking a Corona,

Downtown Card Sound

Sitting in Alabama Jacks

Home Fried Fritters seafood shack

And a grill w/ a country song

And band on stage

It’s an easy Sunday

After the needed rain came down

All weekend preventing Friday fun

But it’s another weekend gone by

And with a smile and a nod-yes I

Admit it’s not been wasted

Results back of a test, I aced it

A dark cloud came in on a sunny day

Rained all over my solo parade

Unrelenting the sun burst thru

Casting a rainbow cloud canvas anew

Be sure to always forgive, oh yeah

Lest you never forget

Never lose a friend to give

No matter the harm or regret

In this age the days can get dark

Never know who’ll come thru stark

For you when you’d never guess

Comfort embrace – accepted as a guest.

American Disappear

A day my life was changed

Another vantage point of you [view]

Cultural differences; customs learned anew

Blending in with yet

Standing out from surrounding

Arabic Society

Looking for a glimpse of familiar

Merchandise it seemed to be a wrong turn

I was forced to recognize

The poignant circumstance:

Alone and unknown:

Far too easy for the unwanted

American to Disappear

Life is a series of statistics

Ensure you remain in the right:

Column of comfort

I was up the cliché proverbial

w/o a paddle

Side-stroke to the shore

Wade out.

I’m coming home.

Angel-Hair Evidence

I miss Angel-hair evidence, Providing

Paintings for my thoughts

I miss ideas we came up with, And the

Likeness of our views

I miss you spilling the popcorn, watching the

Latest episodes

I miss the organization needed, in the

Nest that is my life

I miss the way your hair comes down, to the

Corner of your eye

I miss the way your body molds, to the form

That is my thigh

I miss tucking the blanket, over [your ears]

To block [the coming] Sound

I miss not getting old with you, since the

Time is just too short

I miss the special way your toes, slowly

Softly Caress my feet

I miss your idea of action films, lovers

Running in the streets

I miss the hair standing on, your arm

Forest Angel Hair of trees

I miss you the way you came, to me

In the middle of the night

[That’s when I’d take you close to me and hold you Oh so tight]

I miss naked Lazy days, of the

Fortress on the hill

I miss the way you love a plastic

Alien from the fest

I miss the way our minds, synch up

Thought for matching thought

I miss a wholesome pride, there is

With you by my side

I miss you putting the pillow, cases on

Even if they’re outs inside

At Home Alone

Drinking at home alone

A sign of the times

But I don’t mind, I just abide

It’s all I can do while I’m alive

Looking at my burned

Scarred Hand

It’s been thrashed in this life

But the scars are fading away…

A burn is only temporary…

I accomplished absolutely nothing last weekend

Except vanity and useless acquaintances

But it was fun and I’ll do it again

And Again

Until I’ve had my fill

Is it ever enough?

Can one be satiated of Life?

I think not, I ALWAYS want to BE

I’m ready

Plastination awaits me

Make me permanent

Forever witnessing the life

That happens before my stationary

Field of View

Awake

Awake. Remnants of a dream remain…

Brutal, bloody scenes inside a holding cell leading to the prison. Twins, identical, rough and mean-looking had done something to someone before (another cliché story?)… These twins were being roughed up, beaten by two bald, but not so rough/mean looking men. But they were much, much stronger and easily and playfully teaching those 2 FUCKS a lesson.

Red & Smeared on the small, square glass through which one can see a glimpse of activity. Muffled are the noises and the lessons being taught. As skull hits the glass and one of the teachers struggles a little bit as he pulls a tooth out of one of his student twins (can’t tell which one it is since they look so alike), giggling stupidly all the while.

Cut to camp fire scene and ex-current soldiers’ war stories. Jackson speaks of time in the desert and Toplikar foreshadows of new weapons. One is a new type of round, an HTM round. “This thing will blow the fuck out of anything.” Jackson (who has much more field experience) recalls the time he shot a train with it and watched the carnage it caused. He called it the T-bomb.

Awake. Remnants of a dream fade…

Awesome Man

Awesome Man and

Über Man

Doing all the things that

Über can

Riding around in their

Awesome Van

Attending parties just like flies

Picking up chics of any size

Tolerance: is it strong?

Listen bud

Take Look at the BAC in their blood

In the chill of the night

Having a good time

Like streaks of light

Arrive with corona w/ lime

Awesome Man and

Über Man

Doing all the things that

Über can

Becoming One

I want to soften your

Morning with laughter

I’d to bring life

Into a Normal day

How to do this…

Doesn’t really matter

As long as we both dig it

Make it happen any way

Experience, any moment

Make it last together

Know the Lucid night

Memories last forever

Becoming one w/ eternity

Makes the spirit better

Lives coinciding beside

Writing life’s letters

I’ll take that risk

And I’ll ride that tide

Going w/ life’s moments

From which you can’t hide

I’d like to think

The decision’s been made

Because fate’s unknown

And Virginity’s been laid

Cave

Awake.

Remnants of a dream remain…

Family Feud-Knowing game show.

Applause. Upbeat game-show host voice…

Me and my team were being asked a question:

“What is the significance of ‘A Cave’”

was directed to another unidentifiable member. I somehow attributed this question to be applicable to my sister… But I had no idea how to answer. What does “a cave” have to do w/ anything? Fade back… Fade way back to learning as a youth: Romper room was fucking stupid in my opinion. They never called MY god damn name. (Isn’t David common enough for you??)

But I can see you!!! Time is running out….

ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!

Fuck, Fuck, what is it????

WAIT… it hits me!

I Scream: 10 Little Indians.”

The whole audience and teams go crazy!!!

Awake. Remnants of a dream fade…

I go to face another day.

And will never think of this dream again?

Therefore I write.

My super-ego/ego/id will live on!

Dark, Dark Passages

Lead away from the Pub…

I’ve left underneath

The women I brought

With me

I’ve left

Forgotten something

I’ll be right back

Return, Return

One wrong turn

I’m lost and ask the

Regulars, which way

To the labyrinth beneath

Though I know they’ve been

They can’t recall

I’m lost, and so are they

How will I find the two

That came with me?

Does the labyrinth exit

Or is it only a faded memory?

Joining my subconscious or

Wishful thinking?

Dear Dad

I’m proud of you

The fact that you’re my father

Chocolate Marshmallow

Summer dream creation

Makeshift Ice cream tablespoon scoop

American Life: “Perfect Example”

I’ll confide in you; recognize

Knowing and understanding comprehension

Listening contemplative capabilities

Unparalleled due to soft-natured

Loving attitude

Trust & belief in the Human race

We open up to any biped

Through our mutual existence

This is a character flaw producing

Martyrdom in this society

Déjà vu

Déjà vu elicits thought of you

A Time was spent and a dream was sent

Can you see it too?

Thoughts flash back, and Jump ahead

Revealing a future left unsaid

Facet Of Society

I sit with a notepad

And a phone

Touching life and waiting

For life to touch me

In the city where

My mentor is buried

I am on my way to another life

Though temporary [are not all?], I still experience

Another facet of society

Adding character to my Soul

And my Soul eagerly consumes

I am open to the world

And its many ways

Wanna let it into my life

Adding to it, everyday

I choose to smile at strangers

Experience the return

2 thoughts of instantaneous

Non-verbal communication

This is what good,

Human Nature can elicit,

If only prompted

Evening Paradise

Am I REALLY just enjoying

An evening in paradise,

Watching the activities of mundane

Complacent denizens of a

Closed-gate community?

Or can this glass of yellow-tail Merlot and

4-day old pack of Marlboros indicate

I am under stress?

As a 3-wheeled neighborhood cruiser

(Fire-red like the express) of about 57

Slowly, eases by

I notice the clumsy side-stroke laps of another

Behind the bars of the swimming pool

Also gated w/ signs: “call 555-5555 to report…”

Is this the freedom Americans are

Killing themselves to preserve?

Is this the “good life” Hobbes spoke of all wanting?

Futily For Me

It’s 4 A.M.

My mind is active, forcing me to pen

My “conscious dreams”

A great smart shop in the world headquarters

Running down a dark beach, at night

A little uneasy

I am my ex-girlfriend looking

Futily for me

He’s not coming here

Where is he?

Why did he leave me?

Wait a minute

I am myself here.

Awake.

I write a stairway to heaven

Meaning of life

I am at one with myself again

I have completed the yearning inside

Drift peacefully contently back into the

Unconscious blanket of sleep

Asleep.

Green Hornet – Love Attack

Love attack

Is on my mind

It’s a Love attack

And it feels so fine

Wanna go and be with you

Cause it’s you I wanna subdue

Don’t say no, cause there is no choice

It’s you I want to hear my voice

Victim so sweet

Such as you

Quarry, Fair game

I’d Love to do

Prey, let me be the one who knows

Target, you can be the one I chose

What do you do?

Where do you go?

Who do you know?
What do you see?

And want to be?

I Offered The World

I offered the world

But you only wanted a City

I gave adventure

But you merely wanted to Live

I bided you Love

But you didn’t know what it was.

I’ve Lost

I’ve Lost.

I’ve lost so many things in this life

I’ve lost my wallet

And time w/ friends

I’ve lost my way

Only to find it again

I’ve lost a cell phone

Couldn’t make a call anymore

I’ve lost my digital camera

Can’t capture the moment no more

But losing all these things is nothing

Compared to the Loss of You

I’ve lost so much sleep at night

Lost a nights dreams to you

I can’t explain just why it is

I continue to write of the things I’ve lost

Why dwell on a Lost Abyss?

Because experiencing this

Is what makes one know;

See the light, follow through

Out of the darkness

That which is to be had

On the other side

Will exceed all greatnesses of your past

In the darkness of ones life

Be true and come through

Prevail and come through

Triumph over all obstacles

This is what creates character, willpower

Knowledge and insight to the gem

The Gem [diamond] of Life

Land O’ Green

We’ve been up to the Key street

In Gal-Way

Down to the end of the beach

That day

At the kings head we had an Irish

Ale Hey!

Went down to the bar Of Jury’s

Inn OK

Needed no more than

Where we were

Friends gathered around

w/ no worries

Cause we’ve come to the

Land O’ Green

w/ Forty shades of green

We’ve been to the

Land O’ Green

As far as the eye could see

Rolled on down to the

Kill of Kenny

In our van of Green

Mean Paddy

Opened the door to

Play our Muse

For all of the people

To see our debut

We’re so happy with the

Mother of Biddy

Talking with the lasses

Makes ‘em all giddy

Cause we’ve come to the

Land O’ Green

w/ Forty shades of green

We’ve been to the

Land O’ Green

As far as they eye could see

Yes, We’ve been to the

Land O’ Green

Jesus Manifestation #2: Confirmation

Awake. Remnants of a Manifestation Remain.

Lying somewhere: Listless & Unmoving

Why?

What’s the purpose?

Why am I here?

What’s the use when you can’t choose?

A young man’s profile silhouette

Crosses my languid, lethargic view

Pauses… and turns toward me

White, blinding bright light

All about him

Creating a great vastness behind

He comes closer and directly to me

I am in complete, utter absolute AWE

Slowly, Nonchalantly and Casually

He walks ever so confidently toward me

Knowing, Understanding Empathy

Emitted through the bright light medium

Directly into my Psyche

I can see beautiful Fragment of Heaven

His aqua-sea-green eyes

Most beautiful I’ve ever seen

Absolute Joy & Ecstatic Bliss

Undeniable Magnitude of Moment: Realization

This is it!

This is what it’s like!

This is how it’s SUPPOSED to feel!

This is what I’ve heard people talk about!

I see, feel, and know it

I see the light. I see the light. I see the light.

Amazing, I think to myself again:

“So this IS IT!”

The young Man casually smiles

Unhurriedly accentuating the offer

Reaches out his hand and says one word:

“Yes.”

I take his hand and he pulls me up so easily

We turn to my right and

I walk with the Lord w/o hesitation

We walk side by side in complete comfort

Easing back into a normal dream

The scene turns to a beach,

It is the dawn of a new day

The Lord’s clothes become visible

Comfortable, Relaxed Rags

He is a shorter, dark-haired man

With one pupil larger than the other

Good Guy.

I have seen what I was supposed to see.

I thank you my Lord.

Blessing me with your presence

I cannot believe I am worthy.

I am still amazed.

Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.

Awake. Remnants of a Manifestation Fade.

Meaning Of Life

The moments and scenes when no picture is taken

These are the priceless memories

That makes a life worthwhile

How can one describe and convey amazing Serendipity?

Scaffolding built upon a renaissance church

Allowing bold ones to scale the walls,

Admiring the gargoyles and crevices in the architecture

Stone cold beauty throughout the European sky

With the coming of the dawn, a city's filth and rooftops come to eye

Rise above it all and enjoy the last of the night

Surprising turn of resulting events

Put there for restoration:

It provided a once-in-a-lifetime (for a few months)

Opportunistic adventure to get within inches,

Of a facade normally only visible hundreds of feet below

Fucking amazing, I thought as we climbed this

Aluminum stairway to heaven

"Be light on the feet!"

Thunk, tank, clank, clud, clud

Stylish feminine shoes make the ugliest, loudest noise

"SSShhhhhh!"

Polizei HQ is only minutes away

It's never a good thing when the Man starts asking questions

"CLUMP"

Tip, tip-toe tread lightly upon our

Fortunate transcendent Fuersee Facade

Stained glass down this way

Higher up, Brass metallic Bells

Touchable, cool, undeniable

Could this have instigated one of the suicides,

In the following months, of this erection's existence?

Undaunted, my Love and I further ascend

Parapets and Steeples: Phallic Symbols

Going up the skirts of the city

Ever-reaching,Striving,Yearning,

To attain; consummate Heaven's Vagina...

Climbing the last bit of scaffolding

We pounced upon the Medieval rooftop

Aurora is the birth of a new day

When Angels sing the crowning of the sun

Yes, this is one of those moments:

As the city sleeps beneath

A picture is pointless

A scene that cannot be captured

Only words, a painting or music that communicates feeling

Can come close to transmitting this shear Ecstatic

Flashing instant of life

This is Life.

This is the meaning of Life:

To acknowledge the unabashed power

Each day has to offer

I’m glad I remembered to write it down this time

Mistake Was Made

Mistake was made

In the early morn

Realized too late

Only myself to Scorn

Raced down the highway

Calling my girl along the way

Reunited in long while

Boarded that plane

To the golden Isle

Went on back, After my meal

Said to my girl. “C’mon let’s steal”

To the front where

The paupers don’t go

Had a glass of wine to

Make the conversation flow

Mistress came to interfere

“What the hell’s she doing here?”

To which I replied: “What’s the problem man

Can’t you let her fly?”
Retorting in an unpleasant tone:

“There is no question, the others mind.

You don’t belong here, and it’s a matter of style

Listen what I say, and go back to your isle.”

As I watched her go and wave goodbye

I thought of this life

And its jealous eyes

Just let her fly,

Let her fly, let her fly

My Rights

I was read my rights last Friday

Exercised the silence muscle

Of which has never been strong

Loquacious, garrulous problem of mine

I’ve done NOTHING wrong!

But suspected nevertheless…

Due to my open honesty of situation

Involving others in my business

My bad name and stigma

Spread like wildfire

Through the ranks of inanity

I now understand the vacant looks and

Knowing Silence as we walk

Is this how a future prisoner feels?

I am uncertain

BUT I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!

Captivating words from a captive

The burden of proof

Will unveil the truth

Anything is better than the vacant stares

And hidden daggers

Perfect Recognition

You are the ecstasy of

Perfect Recognition

Though Love stumbles sometimes

It always returns to its natural state of

Perfect equilibrium

That which is stable: Unspoken

You seem to be on my mind

A lot recently

You feel like the weekend

Comfort to me

What’s going on?

Something to my mind wave?

That which is yours is also ours

Together and mine

Return Of A Seraph

Have you ever had

The return of a Seraph

Thrust your life

Back to where

You wish it would stay

But in Truth

You are forced to say

“Those days are gone now,

In the ‘Passed Away’.”

This fleeting Love

Longest I’ve ever known

We are now living

What used to be each other’s

Worst nightmares

I need someone to find

The Excitement in life

Not the Depression of

Having only lived

When I fell off my Horse

Injured, I got right back on

I still recall when you kissed

My wounded Hand

Soft Lips…

Tender, healing skin

Accentuates feeling

Magnifies Caring

Gentle acknowledgement

Of another’s Pain:

The one you Love

Will WE ever Love again

So Strong; Intense?

Or is that only for the Young;

Inexperienced Children

I can see the thoughts

Inside your head

I know the dreams

Underneath your views

We’ve been there before

Yet experience it new; Alive

Let me become real again

With that which I strive

You could never invade

My privacy too much

I find it easy

To talk with you

Pick up the phone

Forget the day

Restrictions, rushed thoughts

Fading away

Ripe W/ Thoughts

I am ripe w/ thoughts

As I look to find unknown positions

Live! This is NOT practice

You live

!!!ONE!!!

time

This is not a trial run.

You do not get a second chance

“This life is more than just a read thru”

“Live as if you must live THIS life

Over and over again

For the rest of eternity”

I have always done so

Ever since I found who “I” was

That which I lost for awhile

Is now coming back to me

The decisions to make and deal with

Cause loss of oneself sometimes

Character and ID fade, when behind

The curtain of unknown circles

I will be myself again!

Open the curtains to the stage of life

I am ready to live again

Be the “Leading-Fucking-Role”

In my own life

I am ripe, Friedrich. I am ripe!

I will create my position

I’ve been to where the sidewalk ends

Robber Of Time

A robber of time

Stealer of feelings

For you’ve cried the tears

I’ve tried for years

Those around me still

Have the rivers

Flowing down my chest

Curving, Dividing gently meeting

Under my breast

It’s no one’s fault

Can’t help but feel this way

Gotta learn again to let go

Gotta live again to get away

My will, Against the flow

Road Prison #426

We started off at Alabama Jacks

Had some shrimp & onion stacks

Drove on Down through card sound

W/ Creedence playing in background

Drove over the toll bridge of Bay

On to the Caribbean club of strays

Watched the sunset we’ve missed

Then rode easily to Big Fish

Steered the road king outside

To an illegal spot, they don’t mind

It seems only locals are here

Though I’m accepted w/ cheer

I got along just fine awhile

But headed down to Holiday Isle

Started off w/a margarita salted rim

Topped w/a tonic on the rocks w/ gin

Decided yeah it was time to go

Down to the boondocks to know

Got busted doing 95 on my

Road King 7-mile bridge so high

Officer asked “what the heck ya doing?”

Said my control got stuck while was crusin

Officer said w/ a straight face

I see you ain’t from around this place

Came here to get your kicks

Instead you’re going straight to #426

That’s right, Road Prison #426

Get your kicks, in Road Prison # 426

“Road Prisons house minimum and medium custody inmates and have perimeter fences. Most of these inmates work on community work squads and the highways doing road work. Their jobs also include support services to state agencies such as collecting recycling materials and moving furniture. Less than one percent of the prison population is housed in road prisons.”

Year Open: 1951

Facility Code: 426

Facility: Big Pine Key Road Prison

Gender: M

Population Type: A

Security Level: 2

County: Monroe

Population: 60

Roller-Coaster Booth

Still lethargic from everything involving the pin removal

Running around picking up more meds or seeing the doc

I decide to take another “quick” nap that turned into

4 hours of NOT-Sleep

With dreams and visions

During alternating bouts of

Unconsciousness and consciousness:

Awake. Remnants of a dream remain.

Sitting at a nice restaurant table booth (yet all my belongings are elsewhere) with friends (maybe from high school) chatting amicably.

The booth then starts to move to the right and at first I’m angry that the waiter moved our table further from my belongings, which were already at the other location. But the table picks up speed and continues, that’s when I realize I am on some sort of restaurant Roller-coaster booth ride.

The booth and my friends sail through various parts of the restaurant: by the hostess and awaiting patrons (Who were all amused by this booth coaster ride scene), We whisk by the bar, Where people are cajoling and Enjoying dirty martinis or Vodka Red Bulls. They all scream in amusement as we pass by. The servers at the kiosk merely duck their heads out of mundane recognition/reaction when I look up, our booth crashes through the double doors that lead to the kitchen and smashes through the white florescent lights and the silver pots and pans hanging through the ceiling.

The chefs with the iconic white hats and black mustaches are still truly appreciative as we speed by through the back door of the kitchen where…I look up into a serene hotel lobby atmosphere and a somewhat arrogant, yet cordial 40 something gentleman who looks somewhat like an aged Harry Potter asks us: “Who are you guys?”

After a long pause I deign to answer “We’re Nunya.” The man recognizes the response and Harry Potter gives the slightest hint of a smile and that’s when BG Charles T. Cleveland walks in and looks at ME. Not with contempt or disdain: merely disappointment. I help him and whomever he is traveling with their bags. Through the dark prison-like cement walls, cinder block halls we come to a door… and we look inside to: nothing. That’s when I realize I forgot the plastic bags with the foam boots (for his wife?). Maybe they’re at the other table w/ my belongings before the booth-coaster took off? I never had a chance to grab them before my booth took off…

Awake. Remnants of a dream fade.

Rolling Down The Highway

Rolling down the highway

Tell me, how ya like to spend

Your sunny days?

Like dogs on a street

Snake on the road

Tell me, how’d ya like to go?

And there’s a van in Neutral

Rolling down a hill

Like life’s momentum

Can never stand still

An older man rushes to the scene

Trying to stop it

Can you see what I mean?

[Rolling]

There’s a car in the Middle

Crashed on it’s roof

And a man on the ground

Seeing life renewed

He’s a born-again Christian

In this Rock-n-Roll World

While I’m just a witness

On my vivid Black Pearl

Looks like Mountains of Snow

But they’re Valleys of Sand

With a golden flower strip

Accentuating the Land

Lightning on my left

Clouds & sun over the plains

Dreams of Azure

Cover my thoughts of Spain

[Rolling]

The Bull of Madrid; Outline

Overlooking the landscape

Strong in stature; foreboding

Supervising an Escape

It’s like a breath of fresh Air

It’s like Divinity Walking

In a Spanish Dream Affair

To me, she’s already talking

So keep the highway

Coming at me

C’mon, hop on and See

Keep the Highway

Rolling under me

Jump on to See what I mean

Erasing the Curves so pristine

Running Down The Night

Running down the night

Chasing a leading dream

Getting closer to the real thing

It’s been awhile since

We’ve chain smoked cigarettes

And relived life’s histories

Sacrilege?

The seed of Love,

Spoken a time ago

Germination, confirmation tonight

Started to grow

Elation that assumption proved false

Fears and trepidation put to ease

In your house of worship

Now I’ve seen and acknowledge

Its more useful purpose:

An excuse to get together!

Hold community, binding glue

Spiritual communion; fellowship

I give thanks, O’ Lord

The blessings that I have

I choose to express a written word

Become who I AM thru

My word

Sacrilege?

Social Stalagmite

I am a social stalagmite

I am a catalyst

I have an uncanny ability to bring

Total strangers together

Strengthening the bond of

Siblings of my birth era

Prague Czech Republic.

A bar w/ American Idols for Art

Morrison is what caught my eye

Ambient light changes continuously

Between 3 different colors

The bar looks completely different

After every color change.

Very cool.

The group of foreigners I gathered

Newfound friends of varying Nationalities

Even the Germans were cool latecomers

The bar turns into a disco downstairs

In the cellar after 11 P.M.

Our new band of Nation friends

Partake in the party

Celebrating the night

Downtown Praha, stony walk

To the astronomical clock

Glockenspiel.

15^th Century enigmatic timepiece

Death rings his bell daily

Tourists crowding the action

As bystanders would at a murder

Thrilled with their big toy

Star Drops

Stars drop teardrops way up high

Tears falling from the sky

Beautiful rain of light

Sitting, wondering are we high?

We’ve gathered here to see

Parental guidance be set free

Immature, I’ve seen the life

The feeble lamb in the strife

I can say the sacrifices I’ve known

Are not so bad as those I’ve disowned

The life that we live

Is nothing more to know

That what the stars would give

The greatest secret, yet to glow

Genesis Capsule crash lands

Two parachutes fail to deploy

Miss Helo snag and hit the sand

Jesus Manifestation #1: Uncertainty

Strange Days & Dreams

After a Hellacious way back after visiting

The City of sin

Being treated miserably by a friend of many years

Whose circumstances are limited by parameters

I prayed to Jesus over and over and over;

Going through hell in the Nevada Desert

Please God, Please God, Please God just get me through this

The rental car did not break down.

I was rewarded by Jesus’ visage

In my dreams on Mayday

In the dark, I opened my eyes and still noticed the visage

Amazingly comfortable, I smiled and said to myself

Thank you Jesus, I accept you as my saviour.

I truly meant it for the first time in my life

Perhaps induced by 12 days experience of

True American Life Example

Perhaps Induced by terrorific pin extraction

After a questionable elective surgery

Perhaps the resulting 325 MG percocet prescription

Little did I know, I would be confirmed a couple months later…

Thread Of Psyche

I can feel that thin, taught, tight thread

Woven through the Psyche,

Which separates Sanity & Insanity

Vegas Landscape

Awake. Remnants of a Dream Remain

Searching the Vegas Landscape for some action. Slot machine music echoes in the background. 5-card Stud poker w/ fish tokens. Interesting: How hard can Poker be? I sit down w/ my bag of belongings and tap the X-box controller to begin. The high-def 1080i screen proudly shoes my cards being dealt.

I’m now at the table, the tow men there accept me cordially. The place setting is a bit strange—a small boxing ring big enough to hold 3 to 4 cards. I have about 10-15 cards to sort through. I fumble with the cards even though my wrist injury is healed. Blank pieces of paper fall out ever 4^th card. Little perforated tickets are also in the deck. I try to sort my cards: 2 & 3 of Spades, one heart, 2 9s and some other. A couple cards are folded strangely, like origami and they are famous football players. One is a 7 of Spades. I ask the guy on the right if these are playable. Agitated (but also taking the opportunity to look at my cards) he relays and intelligent bit of information: “Yes, those are playable.”

Confused, I put my 3 of Spades down in my boxing ring playing arena and action springs up all around me. “We throw one away at the end, right?” Now the OTHER guy w/ the beard and baseball hat answers, obviously perturbed: “YES, you throw one away at the end.” Confirming this, he goes into an incomprehensible tirade about how the game is supposed to be played.

I am then handed 4-5 of his cards on the table. These cards get intermixed w/the deck to my right which is supposed to be my playable cards… Not sure how many were his or which are part of the deck, I pick up a few cards and fumble through them and ask which cards he gave me. Now, both the men are visibly angry at me. This goddamn newcomer here doesn’t even know how to play. I can feel the tension SHIT! “Excuse me sir, the manager has asked that you leave the premises immediately.” I think to myself, “Well I haven’t paid any money yet… let’s see if I can get outta here w/o losing any cash.”

I stand up w/looks of disgust all around me at the table. I am escorted through the gambling scenes. The well dressed security guards stop me as I leave. “Excuse me sir, where’s your fish key?” I tell her I don’t have one… “Oh, wait a minute the are the one they asked to leave, correct?” Yes. She opens the door and I am free to go. The rain hits the beautiful white marble sidewalk. The city is Copenhagen which I’ve never visited. I pull my unzipped jacket closer together to block my torso from the cold Nordic winds and look for a cab.

5-card-studfish-football player-boxing ring-poker sucks ass I think to myself. What a stupid game.

Awake. Remnants of a dream fade.

I wait for my father to land in Miami

As I did 4 years ago in Frankfurt

His first break since then,

He thanked me for getting him off his

Treadmill of work last night.

Venice Street

It’s the people that you meet

On the Venice Street

The sun on the walk

And the subject of the talk

It’s only 3 bucks to see the freak show

But we don’t need to pay

Cause it’s already in front of us

You see the strangest shit

And cats you don’t wanna know

Visions Of Grandeur

Visions of grandeur.

Drunken stupor.

Which is best?

Can you pass the test?

Rest assured, Love

A moment with you

Is not the same w/ someone new

W/ the stars coming out

Far above & high

Let’s leave this world

See come w/ me let’s fly try

What Time Brings

Tell me: Where does the time go?

Not sure what to do, but I know

I’d like to see the silky

Burning of the sun

Wanna know the milky

Coming of the dawn

w/o the days passing

One can’t know the fun

w/o the nights dawning

We can’t be “the one”

Inside her head, it feels divine

Lost translations of the sweetest kind

[And it’s right where I belong

And I’m feeling strong

I know I’m in the right

Cause the vision’s in my sight]

Why can’t we control the

Fate that time brings?

I wanna know

What makes an angel sing

The summer clouds speak rain

Stunning thunder, music to my ears

Flash of lightening crash

I wonder an angel hears

My life is a soap opera

w/o and Angel to guide [me]

It’s a crooked path

Through the straight; I can’t see

A day below the heavens

Awaken Heathen thoughts

Flashing glimpse of creativity

From which I wrought

[And it’s right where I belong

And I’m feeling strong

I know I’m in the right

Cause the vision’s in my sight]

When Music Met Fate

I’m sitting here now again

After a broken fight amiss

Another empty glass and sin

These feelings I can’t give in

I’ve been on the road

For so damn long now

Feelings are stowed

I’m wondering how

Except this wounded, wandering heart’s

Going away from what it knows

And the heartbeat nested deep within

Is being ripped out again as I go

But then music met fate, said Hello

Made a quick date, said let’s go

Got along so fine, on the ride

The union created, was divine

Because you are the sun,

In the sky that I am

I know your deepest shades of blue

Rising up upon the house called

Solar powered Sun-Love[land]

I am the moon and the stars beyond

The infinity you create

This is our universe

Compact and complete

Proverbs & Truisms

· There are no rules. Even if there were, you know I’d break them.

· I hate my life w/o you in it.

· One selfish aspect/reason to have children is to have them re-open your eyes after a life that’s shaped your views

· You are my definition.

· In a fine body there is magic. Not sure what makes it in one and not in another, but you’ve got it.

· I’m tired of not being real: To know me, is to know yourself.

· A Black Pearl sounds like music, Against the red rocks of Monaco

· So Dream a little dream of me, and I’ll see a little scene w/ you.

· Past behavior is a good predictor for future behavior

· You’ve contaminated my surroundings w/ your presence. Now I ride through it every day.

· Is it a real horse or a steel horse that you ride?

· Maybe you’ve been in Denial for awhile.

· There is ecstasy in perfect recognition

· That which we have in the present

· is NEVER

· What we think it will be in the future

· You are my Gala.

· Here: hang onto my ham sandwich, I’ve gotta go bust a move to this song!

· I am the eternal Pessimist when it comes to Bureaucracy

o I am the eternal Optimist when it comes to Life

· I HAVE been to where the sidewalk ends.

· I receive bent “Do Not Bend” mail

· Life is a series of statistics… just make sure you are in the right column.

· I am an outlier in a statistic called life

· Give me another life sentence: I believe in reincarnation

· Alcohol unhinders conversation: Social lubrication

· “To learn to live well, one must first learn to die well. No man enjoys the true taste of life but he who is willing and ready to quit it.” Socrates

· “When duty calls, Heroes Answer.” L. Natale

· “Technological skill is mastering complexity. Creativity is mastering simplicity.

· “Violence: The hollow chamber where all true sounds become distorted by echoes.” Roland Of Gilead

· “When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.” Roland Of Gilead

· “Love Stumbles.” Roland OF Gilead

· “A man’s ancestors have paid the price for what he is.” F. Nietzsche

· “Past remembrances, future longings only produce disquiet.” Goenka

· Death is the impossibility of further possibilities. Hedegger

· Schopenhaur

o By the time I was thirty, I was heartily sick and tired of having to regard as my equals creatures who were not really so at all.

o After death, you will be what you were before your brith.

o Alternatives exclude: For every “yes” there has to be 10 or more “nos.”

o Talent is like a marksman who hits a target which others cannot reach.

o Genius is like a marksman who hits a target which others cannot see.

o Religion has everything on its side: Revelation, prophecies, government protection, the highest dignity and eminence… the invaluable prerogative of being allowed to imprint its doctrines on the mind at a tender age of childhood whereby they become almost innate ideas.

o The greatest wisdom is to make the enjoyment of the present the supreme object of life because that is the only reality

o The major difference between man and cow is that the cow knows how to exist, how to live w/o angst, that is fear, in the blessed now: unburdened by the past and unaware of the terrors of the future

o A highly attractive woman, like a highly intelligent man is absolutely destined to live in an isolated life

o Three primal horrors of life

§ A diseased person

§ A decrepit old man

§ A corpse

o The more attachments one has the more burdensome life becomes and the more suffering one experiences when one is separated from these

o Disturbing quotidian events become less unsettling if they are viewed from the aspect of eternity

o A person of high, rare mental gifts who is forced into a job which is merely USEFUL is like a valuable vase decorated with the most beautiful painting… and then used as a kitchen pot

o Marriage: a debt that is contracted in youth and paid in old age

o All great poets were unhappily married and all great philosophers stayed unmarried

o Everyone loves what they lack

o If I maintain silence about my secret: it is my prisoner. If I let it slip from my tongue, I am its prisoner. On the tree of silence hang the fruits of peace.

o Human life, eternally revolves around an axle of need followed by satiation

o As intelligence increases, so does the intensity of suffering

o The whole world assumes a smiling aspect when we have reason to rejoice and a dark and gloomy one when sorrow weighs upon us

o I hand down my work, to the thinking individuals who in the course of time will appear as rare exceptions.

o We are like lambs playing in the field, for in our good days we do not know what calamity fate AT THIS VERY MOMENT has in store for us: sickness, persecution, impoverishment, mutilation, madness, death.