Thursday, December 29, 2011

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Saving My Santa

It's early morn on Xmas,
And *ALL* in "this" house,
Are lying safely in bed
Since Angel caught the mouse.
I found the laughter--
That had been missing so much--
In the memories of you,
And the lives that you touched.
But now "young" friend
I must put lay down to rest,
Knowing you're here always,
In EVERY beat of my chest.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Holy Whole Holes, Batman!

Trust me. It's not coincidence that the same people who ask me, "If you know so much about relationships why are you single?" are the same people jumping from one bad one to the next.

I'm single because I know the value of real love...because I don't have to poke a hole repeatedly to metaphorically fill a hole & make me whole, haha...

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Breadwinning

We have so many metaphors to say the same thing: "At the end of the day..." "The bottom line..." " When all is said & done..." ...the truth still remains: we are a world of infant souls while we still allow human beings to suffer with lack of food, shelter & knowledge. Whatever your belief system, political leaning or personal experience, until you understand this and the concept of "the good of the many," you're just a child playing with your toys that will eventually break.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Drunk Catholic Priest Recites

Let us pray:

"Gloryholes I've gone
in the HIGHEST.
Giving a piece through
Peepholes on earth
To all that is seen & unseen..."

Uh...What?
Why r u looking at me like that?
Did I get a word wrong?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Gone with the Drone Bone

Endless.
Droning.
Beats...

No soul. No meaning. No feeling to attach to the sound but emptiness. It matches the space between the bodies tonight. It matches the companions not by my side. And the sound builds with more... But the more is pathetically less.... And less... And eventually not much more than vibrating percussion repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating.........

(Visually, this only fractionally begins to explain the vacuous void)

Saturday, December 10, 2011

MemoryMembers

Passing by Chaffey High School my body tingles with the memory of filming our AP Government project on the auditorium steps as if it was the US Congressional steps...

Bonita Buzzlucci
Kim as Gerald Ford


...I'm smiling on the bus knowing this was 20yrs ago. "Heaven" by Warrant starts playing on my phone and I'm swept up in time. It happens that easily when there are triggers for us to recall. I love when this happens. Science will find the gap from this phenomenon to the holes of dementia. But when we do... Will we still have selective memory?

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Hooray & Boo

Yea, as historic as her speech was, I'm sorry, but it's hard to believe you when you say that LGBT are born with "Human Rights" when you yourself Ms. Secretary and our own President do not endorse gay marriage...didn't during your presidential race... And didn't get my vote. So, don't go telling the world what they should be believing until you put your own money where your mouth is.

I'll vote for any candidate who will openly, unabashedly, state in their platform that they are for gay marriage. Not separate but equal civil unions or the like... Plain and simple marriage. Anything short of that is not addressing me as an equal today and I won't vote for your weakness.