The WHIP : WO’ MAN SHE WOKE ME FROM DEEP SLEEP TO ASK,

“SO, SEXY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

AND BY HER TONE AND WORD CHOICE

IT SOUNDED AS IF I WOULD BE CHOOSING:

TO MAKE MOVE LIKE LOVER GROVES,

OR SNOOZE ALONE WITH IN MY DARK ROOM.

IN NO TIME I REPLIED, “COULD I RENDEZ-VOUS WITH YOU, WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES ON.

ACCEPT FOR MAYBE THOSE CUTE-LITTLE SHORTS STRIPED RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.

IF YOU HAVE A BIG BLACK WHIP YOU COULD SNAP CRACKLE POP BANG IT THROUGH THE AIR OO,OOO,OOOOH!”

FROM THEN ON SHE’S: 1; BEEN MY 6^TH SENSE (LETTING ME KNOW WHAT I NEED), 2; BECOME MY MIND’S EYE IT’S STATE OF SOBRIETY, 3; SHE IS THE CHARIOT DRIVER & I’M HER PROUD AND HEALTHY STEED

Chorus {SHE’S TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY,

GIVEN ME A NEW SET

OF

WINGS,

NOW I WILL SOAR HI THROUGH THE SKIES,

AND LISTEN TO ANGELS AS THEY SING & S I N G !}

WHEN

THAT SAME LADY CAME INTO THE KITCHEN WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES

(EXCEPT FOR THOSE RED HIGH HEELS) I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW

SHE HAD ONE THICK BLACK WHIP

THAT COULD CRACK THROUGH THE AIR AND GO: SNAP, CRACKLE, POP, BANG, AND OOOOOOOOO YEA!

WE WERE SITTIN’ THERE THE TWO OF US ALONE,

& SHE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME.

I DID THE SAME, OOOWHEEE.

So, I CAME TO FIND THAT WO’ MAN SHE IS HERE

TO SPOIL THE REST OF THE HUMANS

WHEN WE DESERVE THIS WORLDS FINEST POISEN!(CHORUS)

The Storm Plan

The Wind, the Rain, the Earth, and the largest and oldest Tree in the neighbor’s back yard had been planning a storm for the northern part of New York for longer than either of them could recall. They’d been busy making new plans for the Rainbows and Summer Rains that were to follow, so they’d forgotten about it once time came for it to all go down. When it came time for the storm to happen it was sloppily slapped together, because the Rain got there late, and the Wind brought more of a gust than the largest and oldest Tree in the neighbors back yard had called for. The Tree held firm to it’s roots, put up a damn good fight, but became irritated as it was tipped over when the Wind blew too hard. Tree uprooted and tipped over before the Rain ever got there! The Tree having promised the Rain that it would shake its branches for it once more before the time came to lay it’s cosmic and naked body of firm, wrinkled, and grey, bark down, naturally it was sad.

What they hadn’t planned were the couple of cousins that were hanging out on the porch talking politics and drinking fine wine throughout the night and on to the morning. The Wind and the Earth got caught up in the energetic association between the two. So much that they paid more attention to the climax of those kids conversation, and simply lost track of the plan they had made with the Tree so long ago.

There lay the Tree shaking with the Wind and dancing on its side for the Rain. In the end, no one’s feelings were hurt, and they all agreed that the storm went on even better than had been planned. The Tree was happy to have added to the climax in the conversation between the two cousins. The Rain was laughing teardrops when it saw the Tree dancing on it’s side like it had never done before. The Earth was happy they were all still alive and no one got hurt. The kids, they still tell the story from their point of view even to this day.

New Aliens in the Community

There is a creature rolling by. The side facing the direction that it is pushing towards has two glowing, yellow eyes. I’ve seen it before; sometimes it travels with a pack. Judging by the size of this thing this creature could tear my body apart like I could a mosquito’s. Some of them in the pack have similar features. Some they appear fierce, others not so much. Those that appear more sensible are smaller, less loud, don’t smell as toxic, and smoke less. These creatures could be friendly with humans because I have seen people enter and exit their bodies at random, and what appears to be at will. Nor me, or any of my furry friends and family members will ever be caught entering those creatures anytime before I die. That’s for certain.

one of the many ways to be heard in our nation

http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/642/petition.jsp?petition_KEY=1737

the second side of

the schizophrenic (diptych with A RELIABLE MAN)

 

in a zero gravity space capsule

I close my dilated eyes as I get engulfed to the heat of the sun

I finally see that which you, Babe, wished to make of me:

a reliable man

put to use on demand

 

every morn’

“where are ya going?”

you’re as likely to wake asking for a kiss

as buds will form leaves after winter seasons

 

and still I will dread all my life, be it I ever bruise you Babe

 

you’re like a ripe pear I toss in the air

only to catch with the soft hands of troy johnson of green bay’s undefeated ’96 team

 

my finness could never go limp

(or let you find my list of dozens of falumptious ladies’ info.)

it’s locked up in a multitude of swiss bank accounts

and kept in circulation to assure you

I am well accredited

 

with no doubt I see

that which you wished to make of me:

a reliable man

                                                                   put to use on demand

msg to a friend at 2:24pm nov. 5, '08

I have you in memories, and though they’re sure to fade.
That won't change the fact that I embrace firmly
all of what love we made.


Those sounds and gestures of peace
are like the stars that shine in a clear night's sky.
They may well no longer be there,
but here they'll twinkle in mine eyes.

Ms. Joey

Ms. Joey is the kind of gal who only settles for high quality goods, and she gets lots of goods day in and day out. If she’s not getting some package in the mail then she’s getting it down town, or getting her family and friends gifts from one of them T.V. shows where they sell folks things at quote unquote discount prices. Yep, that’s the kind of lady she is, and ain’t no surprise she gets lots of gifts from folks in return. The most of which she ends up, “re-gifting,” as she likes to put it, on a count of she doesn’t think they would be worth the care that she could give them. Which’s O.K. with me, but once she was given this shiatsu puppy that wasn’t pure bread. Sure, she took good care of it for a short while until it was “re-gifted” to an animal shelter in the south eastern part of Nebraska, two states over. Boy did that trip take some planning. That pup traveled with her father, Mr. Joey, in a Prius across the state into Montana where it hopped a train to the city of Lincoln Nebraska. Must have been a fair three hundred miles to Lincoln, and the move wasn’t done for that little shiatsu pup. He then got picked up at the station by an Amish friend of Ms. Joey who personally made sure that that pup arrived safely at the biggest, best, dog shelter on that side of the Mississippi. So says Ms. Joey, and I reckon she’d done her research. Yep, in some senses she’s out of the ordinary. Some kids joke that she’s like a Mother Theresa on dope.

Tonight is Ms. Joey’s night off. She’ll most likely come out to the I-MAX movie theatre with a box of tissues, and invite one of the young ladies from her building to come with her. They will most likely walk and give themselves a bit of extra time to get a bite, and more than likely do some window shopping. That way she doesn’t have to take her custom painted Prius on platinum rims out of the buildings parking garage, and risk doing it any damage. When she gets here I’ll give her them Christmas marshmallows, you know the ones decorated like snowmen, and she’ll look me in the eyes and thank me with an ear to ear smile. As she watches the movie, I’ll wait and ponder if she’sbeen working on a new film, or if she’s recently gone vacationing back to my homeland to surf the beaches I grew up on.

What a great love I share with Ms. Joey, nothing in the world could spoil our relationship. I hope to surf the beaches of Arica with her someday, and paddle half a mile out with her. Maybe even catch the same wave as her, and ride it into shore with her to see her smile ear to ear for the whole ride in. Life ain’t bad when you love a woman like she loves you. Easy loving like a surfer and the surf: alone they stand strong because they can get along through the wipeouts and the changing weather that might separate them or bring them together.

yin and yang

IN A ZERO GRAVITY SPACE CAPSULE

& FINALLY I SEE

THAT WHICH YOU, BABE, WISH TO MAKE OF ME

A RELIABLE MAN

PUT TO USE ONE DEMAND

EVERY MORN’,

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

YOU’RE AS LIKELY TO WAKE UP AND ASK YOUR SWEETY FOR A KISS,

AS AN AUTUMN IS TO COME AFTER A SUMMER TIME.

I WOULD DREAD MY LIFE, BE IT THAT I BRUISED YOUR BEAUTY.

LIKE A RIPE PEAR THAT I TOSS UP INTO THE AIR,

& THEN CATCH, LIKE THE SENSATIVE HANDS OF GREEN BAY’S TREY JOHONSON AS HE RECIEVES THE TOUCHDOWN PASS IN THE HOMETOWN ENDZONE FOR THE GAME WINNER,

MY FINESS COULD NEVER GO SO LIMP, THAT ANY ONE OF MY 27 DOLLS IN MY LITTLE BLACK BOOK, WHICH IS KEPT IN GOOD HANDS AT AN OUT OF STATE BANK, WHICH A COPY IS FILED AWAY IN MY WORK DESKTOP,WILL EVER CROSS YOUR SIGHT.

SO LONG AS THERE IS HAIR ON MY BALL SACK, I PROMISE TO LOVE YOU WHENEVER YOU WANT.

WITH NO DOUBT FINALLY I SEE

THAT WHICH YOU WISH TO MAKE OF ME

A RELIABLE MAN

PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.

*building a canoe out of a tree

from the paper to the 'puter is like buildin out of a tree

ANIMAL CREULTY

check this link and the video there, its of undercover investigations at a factory farm in californi and the cruel treatment of the animals there

there are some bloody, and demented shots in the footage 

click here

Mad Cow disease

People were eating
meats from slaughtered cows

cows who were eating
meats from
yea, you guessed it,
slaughtered cows

go figure that some of those cows
that were slaughtered
-for 'food"-
had a deadly infectious disease
and soon did the cows they were fed to
who were sent to the slaughter
and fed to humans

if those were my humans i'd be mad pissed too.

Ishmael Beah spoke.....

October 15, 2008 a man named Ishmael Beah, of Sierra Leone, came to Potsdam to speak and do some “Q & A” at Crane’s Hosmer Hall. Ishmael Beah spoke of his time as a war child in Sierra Leone, a country that won it’s independence from England. He said that he was born to a family consisting of a mother, father, an older brother, and later a younger brother. They were all killed accept for him during a civil war going on in Sierra Leone, that he now believes started because of corruption in his countries government. He was then forced to carry a gun and kill. Those who forced him to war put him under the impression that the people whom he was warring against were responsible for the death of his immediate family. By killing them, he was told that it would decrease the number of children that would end up with misfortunes like his family had. He said that when he was put to war to join a likes of other s like him, without family and forced into violence, he knew nothing of the political stances in Sierra Leone. His main focus was to survive the moment. Now, after England intervened and in fact ended the civil war, he along with others asks why it took England so long to do so.

Ishmael Beah wrote the book A Long Way Gone, Memoirs of a Boy Soldier. He said it had to with his life as he slowly grew away form the war with the help of UNICEF and some others. After a trip with UNICEF to a conference in the USA, Ishmael Beah received an American passport, and found a family to fund his education and adopt him. He said that he then went back to Sierra Leone to live with his Uncle and to go to school. He said that living with his Uncle, whom he had heard of yet never met before, was uncomfortable, and that eventually some old comrades from war tried to force him back to war. Then he realized he had two decisions: to go back to war; or to find a way out of Africa and get hold of the family that had adopted him. So, a majority of the book was said to be a memoir of dangerous travels in Africa that lead him to an American Embassy where one man set him off in the more peaceful direction, back to the USA.

During the “Q&A” portion of the talk someone from the audience asked of him, if he would be writing the rest of his story down. His reply was that, because of all the time and effort sacrificed to tour with the book he was not intent on writing any more memoirs in the near future. But, that he was intent on writing some fiction. He was asked if he saw himself getting into politics. He replied that even though he had studied political sciences he would not become a politician in the near future, because there are many other ways to help in this world, and he’s content raising money of his own to in turn build schools in his home country.

At the start of his presentation at Hosmer Hall, Ishmael spoke of being young in a tightly knit community. He spoke of elders telling stories at gatherings, and in later public gatherings the youth would be asked upon to repeat the stories from before. The point of their recitals was to prove that they could actively listen and show respect for the morals and meanings of stories. And, if they could not recite a story they would be smacked on spot. I must say that in his speech, Ishmael Beah, was proud of his observant ability and recitation. So now, I am just as proud to tell you my short story.

PIECES OF THE EXPLOTION

Fact of the matter is that, Judge,

You as my witness could I ever tell the whole truth?

No, unless I lived so long

that infinite amounts of eyes I’d seen it through.

If each and every skin, I’d felt

From the outside and within

And I had the feelings inside the lives of what will be

And what’s already been.

Then that would be my honor

Sure it’d haff to be yours too

Since you got to hear it spoken

the whole story

of forever’s truth.

That tail’d go on for eternity

Since by the time we got to an end

You’d have forgotten the beginning

And added on to it again,

And again, and again…

Letter to the editor

Dear Folks,

The Environmental movement is gaining intellectual strength. A number of activists see the moment for humanity to take responsibility for our actions, and now the need for it to occur on a universal plane.

The way I see it is that the neighboring species of our world worked to evolve long and hard to help our cycle of life become prosperous within this galaxy. Here in the confines of our atmosphere of high oxygen content and distinct multi-faceted organisms we are as far as we know “living the dream”. As a unique species of the globe governed by our own people and literally sharing a common ground with numerous other groups of creatures whom help guide our way of government, we take note that there are physical laws that we live and die by. We also have a sense of moral laws that govern how we hurt and help others around us.

Our environment contains age old glaciers (some of the greatest creations on Earth), landscapes built by age old minerals (that often lead to the discovery and storing of aged old artifacts), and an enormous amount of valuable organisms of all sorts (that feed and nurtures our frame work of friends: the animals and our families). Those that surround us, of which I have just listed, take in the days as we the people do from morning to night. They keep their senses attune to the happenings of their environment, because the environment embodies who they are. For without the environment there is nothing and therefore no space for the creature.

In writing this I wish to inform others of a view that I have, and that others share with me. Please, share with me your thoughts; are you willing to help me keep our environment healthy and respectful of us by in return doing the same? I love you all, and hope that we might learn to make the best of our differences.

Peace-out

Sincerely,

Salvador Pascual Sarmiento Trevizan

PART

stuck being rotten

an old piece of fruit

without much to give

unless you’re starving for food

about to drop dead on the run

fermenting begun

to give back the soul

& lose part of the whole

AND FINALLY MY YOUNG BLUE EYES,
THE SAME COLOR AS MY GRANDFATHERS,
SEE THAT WHICH YOU WISHED TO MAKE OF ME.
A RELIABLE MAN
PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.

AS MY EYES LIDS WOULDN’T PEEL BACK FAST ENOUGH,
I COULDN’T OPEN DOORS FAST ENOUGH,
I COULDN’T KISS
YOUR ROSE PINK LIPS
QUICK ENOUGH
WHEN I AWOKE,TO UNTIE OUR TWO HIPS,
BEFORE YOU’D LET ME KNOW,
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
THAT I HAD APPARENTLY FORGOTTEN SOMETHING.

SURE NOW I MISS YOU,
BUT I FEARED THE CLOUDED SKIES WHERE WE FLEW.

OUR SELF-INDULGENT AND INNOCENT START IS SO FAR OUT OF VIEW,
LIKE BIRTH
TO A CROOKED BACK, GREY HAIRED, BLIND GRAND DAD,
AND DEATH
TO A JUST BORN STILL ATTACHED AT THE UMBILICAL CORD INFANT.
STILL I TRY TO CONCEIVE
THE SILLY SMILES WE GAVE,
THE LAUGHTER WE MADE,
AND IF THEY HAVE BEEN MASKED?
WERE OUR STRUGGLES SO GRAVE?

NOW WHAT, WILL I MOURN?

I KNOW (BECAUSE YOU TAUGHT ME) TO SOAR ABOVE THE TORRENTIAL RAIN,
WITHOUT PAIN, LIKE A CONDOR HIGH ABOVE,
I SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN A SKEPTIC,
THEREFORE DAMMED HAS BEEN OUR LOVE.
OUR RAPIDS THAT RUSHED
WERE TAMED TO A TRICKLE.

DREADING THE MOMENTS WHEN
I TO YOU WAS FICKLE.

WONDER WHY YOUR THOUGHTS WERE THOUGHT,
AND WHY MINE WEREN’T YOURS.
AND WHY
FINALLY MY YOUNG BLUE EYES,
THE SAME COLOR AS MY GRANDFATHERS,
SEE THAT WHICH YOU WISHED TO MAKE OF ME.
A RELIABLE MAN
PUT TO USE ON DEMAND.

SalnAlan

I have been thinking about my milk chocolate skinned, curly haired, brother from my freshmen year of college. He the brother i never had, and the poet i wish i was is too far away. It may as well be light years away since he's stuck in Phili. gettn er' done, n moving on, and me, i'm stuck movin' far from where we once were together as one, in the same 7x12x12 feet box of white painted cement blocks. But i have him in my skull engraved in my DNA, tattooed to my name. And the best thing is memories get better as they come, fade, and go to make it as legends, and some they grow mold, or are rearranged and maybe sold. So here's a little bit of SAL'n'ALAN, from yours truely you.ve been told.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh

the man drew a blank page with the blink of an eye
choked on his spit before he could gasp. he dies

chicken scratch will take the brain pain away
so, no worries will bleed my soul today
today emptiness is a lonely tone
where i swear some sins could turn you stone

but as rock n roll is our preacher
the whole world is our church
they won't worry too much
or make us hurry, give money, or bathe in "holy" water at birth

"never." i might have said it but go on forget it
forever tangled my love in all sorts of dreaded
hairy like my head
confusion's now embedded
but i am learning to jump for joy
to grow alls that i know
and spread it at a show

to dig, we get down
heat and spin 'round
then feel abducted by aliens
such musicians with such sound
such people such beauty.

Sept. 5 '08 Ricardo's End of the world party.

"I can't believe that she called me a butt-head," Ricardo whispered to himself. He began then to wipe the Slush Puppy(tm) from his face, and out of his short tight black curly hair. He next proceeded to lick the red40 and corn syrup flavored ice from the facial hair surrounding his thin chapped lips.
His sister, Georgia, whom quietly sat there next to him in the back seat of his older sister, Juana's, "shaggin' waggin'" as she so-called her then ten years old Volvo(tm). She now sat with an empty cup and a disgruntled grin, and stroking her ponytail with her finely decorated fingernails.
Juana turned the volume up as she tuned in the radio to her favorite station and "Crazy Train" was playing. Then Juana muttered for everyone to hear with a sensible amount of laughter in her tone of voice, "hhhhhhhhhhwell at least she's not a coffer drinker."
Next thing Ricardo knew, he was the first to come-to and see that the his sister's car had lit on fire as the result of a car wreck. Juana's head was stuck through the window. The same window where he had long since seen a bird fly straight into it's instant death and destruction. He then took notice of his younger sister who was now unconsciously curled over her seatbelt in the seat next to him. Now as his right eye lid could start to peel open there, was a taint of red from the recent damage of his right eye being braised by Georgia's fingernail, he could begin to bring into somewhat clear view a yacht party floating by maybe 50 ft. from shore. Then came the faint sound of live jazz, that was almost soothing to his ears and almost velvet to his mind.
That sound was where he his heart loved to beat , and those people partying in swim trunks and bikinis were the last thing he saw as his visions went to nothing but white lights and he faded of into nothing.