sadness is my soul
mists are in my mind
times of love undone
a time to die denied
I twist my head about
seeking solace I cannot find
as deep within me
my madness does unwind
9/12/10
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My friend Jim sent me this; he vouches for its veracity. Enjoy and try not to puke when you are laughing. Gor
> Tools Explained
> DRILL PRESS:
> A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar > stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings > your beer across the room, denting the freshly-painted project which > you had carefully set in the corner where nothing could get to it. >
> WIRE WHEEL:
> Cleans paint off bolts and then throws them somewhere under the > workbench with the speed of light. Also removes fingerprints and > hard-earned calluses from fingers in about the time it takes you to > say, “Oh, shit!” >
> SKILL SAW:
> A portable cutting tool used to make studs too short.
>
> PLIERS:
> Used to round off bolt heads. Sometimes used in the creation of > blood-blisters. >
> BELT SANDER:
> An electric sanding tool commonly used to convert minor touch-up jobs > into major refinishing jobs. >
> HACKSAW:
> One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board > principle… It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable > motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more > dismal your future becomes. >
> VISE-GRIPS:
> Generally used after pliers to completely round off bolt heads. If > nothing else is available, they can also be used to transfer intense > welding heat to the palm of your hand. >
> OXYACETYLENE TORCH:
> Used almost entirely for lighting various flammable objects in your > shop on fire. Also handy for igniting the grease inside the wheel hub > out of which you want to remove a bearing race.. >
> TABLE SAW:
> A large stationary power tool commonly used to launch wood > projectiles for testing wall integrity. >
> HYDRAULIC FLOOR JACK:
> Used for lowering an automobile to the ground after you have > installed your new brake shoes, trapping the jack handle firmly under > the bumper. >
> BAND SAW:
> A large stationary power saw primarily used by most shops to cut good > aluminum sheet into smaller pieces that more easily fit into the > trash can after you cut on the inside of the line instead of the > outside edge. >
> TWO-TON ENGINE HOIST:
> A tool for testing the maximum tensile strength of everything you > forgot to disconnect. >
> PHILLIPS SCREWDRIVER:
> Normally used to stab the vacuum seals under lids or for opening > old-style paper-and-tin oil cans and splashing oil on your shirt; but > can also be used, as the name > implies, to strip out Phillips screw heads.
>
> STRAIGHT SCREWDRIVER:
> A tool for opening paint cans. Sometimes used to convert common > slotted screws into non-removable screws and butchering your palms. >
> PRY BAR:
> A tool used to crumple the metal surrounding that clip or bracket you > needed to remove in order to replace a 50 cent part. >
> HOSE CUTTER:
> A tool used to make hoses too short.
>
> HAMMER:
> Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used > as a kind of divining rod to locate the most expensive parts adjacent > the object we are trying to hit. >
> UTILITY KNIFE:
> Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons > delivered to your front door; works particularly well on contents > such as seats, vinyl records, liquids in plastic bottles, collector > magazines, refund checks, and rubber or plastic parts. Especially > useful for slicing work clothes, but only while in use. >
> Son of a b*tch TOOL:
> Any handy tool that you grab and throw across the garage while > yelling “Son of a bitch” at the top of your lungs. It is also, most > often, the next tool that you will need. >
“though no man is an island, some of us are inner tubes”
“Pernicious nonsense.” – J. Frank Parnell, Ph.D.
“I dare you to make less sense” – Dean Venture
“If men can run the world, why can’t they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?” – Linda Ellerbee
this only a test of the WP@Twitter connection. If this had been a real post, it would be alot more interesting?
this is a test, this is only a test, if this was a real posting, there would be something more or less worth reading instead of this test
#1
bleed me dry
take my hopes, my dreams
let me die.
#2
have you ever seen?
can you ever taste?
did you ever hear?
should you ever scent?
will you ever touch?
#3 (becuz I like threes…)
still
unmoving, unmoved
silent in the day, quiet in the night
terrified, ecstatic, roiled and boiled and toiled
weeping
#1
do I love you still
and in all ways will
for naught, but ever
#2
mind darkened
soul entombed
body yearning…
#3
you hate me, then
spill my love like blood
and always will.
commentary:
Someone told me that recovery time from a relationship is one-half the time of the relationship. Ain’t that just f***ing great??? This means I have 9 more years. Why can’t I just expunge her from my memories and be done with it?
February has been a bad month. So much snow and wind usually cheers me up, but not this year. I have been plagued by nightmares about my ex; about still being married to her, but knowing about her and me what I know now. Worse, there is a wonderful woman out there I want to be with, but these nightmares make it impossible. Why inflict this upon her? I can think of a million reasons for her to not be with me, but only one to be with me. *sigh*
These are poems spanning the past 25 years. They are experiments in form and some are meant to be either coupled with audio (working on it…) or to be performed live with multiple voices.
time bound in endless paradise of ennui
fragile, unneeded
unknown, unknowing, floating
unheeded.
Can you see the dark, the last minutes of your birth, the passage of the wind? light
changed,
unfounded, rebounded, unbinding
motile, sounded
do you know
what god said to me in his despair?
or the cry of creation, newly entered upon this coil?
can you find the middle of nothing that matters, or smell the touch of a candle?
where is the smile of a bird when it has no time
find it
mind it
blind…
I heard the wind asking for your love, the water for your soul, flame for your hair, earth for your fingers;
why did you give them nothing for their hope, their tears, their laughter?
impressions of starlight and ecstasy lost in the ears of the universe turning fast upon itself
why, the dancers wept as they wove among themselves, why
time bound in endless paradise of ennui
Screaming to a lemon
Did you taste the wine
that sang of dreams and fear?
Did you hear the raging wind, the timeless tides,
keening a mother’s death?
Touch it then and there amidst the questions.
Hold it falling in the darkling void.
Know it with heartstrung desperation
and give it to the dead.
Shapeless crystal shards,
nameless hallowed sounds,
echoes of my soul that fade into the mist.
They ate and drank as the song
unwound around their minds.
They slept inside
a hopeless house of legends,
and found nothing that was not there.
fear
Phobos
ascends descends
were YOU, weren’t
there here
playing your game
of
mind heart soul
holding dealing
ALL,
the answers the cards
keeping score
all by yourself, on that little pad in that pocket next to your fear, and i never saw the rules until i lost
EVERYTHING,
my heart, my soul, my mind
LOST
perturbation factors
come sing with me
sing a song, but not too long
sing a song of rose and lavender
of prose and scavenger
sing to the earth
sing to the sea
sing to the air
sing to she
who finds us
minds us
winds us up and sends us forth
dream the song, and live the dream
for far too long have we met only in a nightmare
a time of pain, a time of rain
I know not what magic is
what it does is enough
and never there was a more difficult time
to make exquisite, nonsensate rhyme.
Love and rage
Love and rage,
blue and red,
rue and blood,
loss and rave.
Fuel for the fire
that lights my soul.
A lens to focus,
to burn,
can it heal?
Call him Mr. Jones,
he apes us in ignorance,
as we laugh in innocence.
No, that won’t work.
too eager for another
protest. I take off my clothes
when I write poetry.
Naked, I try to make you think I’m nude.
Winterlight
A candle in the night,
music in the storm.
hope amidst despair.
Earth sleeps,
dreaming deep,
kindling seeds renewed.
Fate’s wheel turns anew,
the flame may die,
and the song may end,
But we chose,
what to remember,
what to forget,
and hope we thus mend.
Stretch out your hand
to clasp another,
the candle flares,
the music swells,
and hope unfolds.
untitled wrap around #37
…creep around me
like time fleeing and
dying
sounds of decay and despair
there
is
nothing
is
there
running, and crying, little is left
to feed upon when
the shadows…
Colby, Kansas
dancing circles, screaming lines
I found myself walking on time
fear became my friend and hope
let go,
let go of this,
this heavy joy I saw with in your fist
please, she said, don’t let me live
let me instead become your friend
I took her face and left her…there
to feast upon my handless soul
forever
with souls like fingers as we strolled
forever
like the couple, faces lined with a map of joy
forever
our eyes flowed together like orgasmic sweat
forever
rang the phone because you needed to be held
forever
because you were late when my father died
forever
is what you took, what you take, what you break
forever
if only you had said, I would have given it to you
forever
can I have it back, please?
the reasons why
What did You think?
You told Me ‘leave’
You told Me
everything is my fault.
Yes it all is
everythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverything
Why?
I married You
I took You back seventeen years ago
I came back, three times, when You begged Me
Why?
your body, soft, warm, viciously yielding?
my fear of lonliness?
Was it… your mind, sweet, questing, deeply cunning?
a call to arms?
your soul, old, knowing, ambivalently wise?
Why?
I didn’t listen to my instinct I didn’t smell Your trouble
everything Yes, all of it everything
I tell You
everything is my fault
I told You
I would leave
Why?
You didn’t hear
You
You
why do you
think feel
believe
what who where how when
why
if i said i destroy/love/hate/create
would you hold me against it?
could you find a way could you kill the thing
or path through that eats your soul?
or will it take
us you/me
away nowhere
eye
lament ferment
thought
love hate
fear love
fire rages on the mountain snow lies in the valley
