Glancing

Yesterday I saw you

Under the rainbow you carry

But your eyes are always shining

I said hello but you couldn’t hear

I didn’t take it personally.

Where do your dreams live?

How do you present yourself

How has your past made you

Do you sleep on your side?

What silly thing do you do with your pets or when no one is around

I’ll be vulnerable too.

Why do you get out of bed in the morning–do you hesitate, procrastinate or shoot up with glee

What do you crave what do you scorn

How can you put up with all the attention

Maybe it’s better as it is maybe not

Either way I wish you well

And I wish I could tell you all this.

Bankruptcy

Much like sitting in the optometrist’s chair, it only becomes more and more clear. This country is bankrupt. Sure, we have mansions and private jets and brand new football stadia and interstates and national parks–but we’re bankrupt. Ethically bankrupt and corrupt. The responsibility falls on everyone, but especially those who protect the interests of and enforce the will of the multinational corporations. The politicians, the security guards, the private investigators, the lawyers, the judges, the law enforcement officers, the mercenaries. If you are one of these things and act as a tool of a business or corrupt government institution that always puts the interests of a minority over the majority and puts profits over people and the environment, you really need to take a deep look at what you do and change it. Don’t be a bandwagon, scab, “Well, this is the best thing to do for me” type person. That’s exactly the attitude that is screwing us.

We need to think of each other before we destroy all our most precious resources i.e. our food, water, and air. The good news is everyone can do something to help fight the madness that, for example, manifests as the flesh of a thousand cows in one hamburger that is then sanitized with ammonia before being served to you. The madness that is continuing to find more dangerous and destructive ways to extract the very fossil fuels that are increasing the temperature of the entire planet irreversibly. More good news is that bankruptcy is a perfect place from which to start over. While the protest at Standing Rock failed in the long run, it was still inspiring to see all of those people fighting for what was right for once.

To affect real change to the important issues such as campaign finance reform, food and drug regulation, environmental protection, and economic equality will take nothing short of a miracle of will and organization, but it is possible–if people keep one idea in mind, love. Love for yourself and those around you. To not accept being taken advantage of anymore. To not accept being just another consumer or taxpayer or soldier. In this case, love is the unwillingness to accept mistreatment; it is standing up for yourself and others. Now, more than ever, we must focus on the things that make us alike rather than different. We must fight each other’s battles because we will need help to fight our own. We must fight to protect what’s important, but first we must come to a consensus on what that is. This won’t be as difficult as it sounds. Though the media and the powers that be would have us believe otherwise, we actually all mostly agree on our goals. We may disagree on how to achieve them, but we can also all agree that making no change will not bring us to those goals. We can also all agree that whatever solution truly works without causing externalities and hidden costs is acceptable, even if it wasn’t our idea of how to achieve that goal.

The resources are there to solve all of our problems. There is enough food, enough land, enough water, enough energy to meet the needs of our growing global population. But our resources are not being distributed equitably. Many of them go into destruction rather than construction or sustaining what we have. They are misspent, misplaced, misused–but they exist. So get involved in a political movement. Take to the streets. Get loud. Vote with your dollars for local food, for socially and environmentally responsible companies. Know your enemy. Forge alliances. Remember we are all one. Love thy neighbor and thy self. The time is now.

Temptations ch.1

No great play or story ever began by someone deciding not to do something i.e. explore, strive, take a risk or a leap. Jon Daley decided not to eat an everything bagel. The damn poppy seeds end up everywhere. He did decide to prove to Amanda he was the right guy for her. The only problem is that of course he wasn’t. To everyone else, including Amanda, this was abundantly clear, like a cloudy day versus a typical Colorado day. But Daley was undeterred, uninhibited, and unrestricted in his pursuit of whom he assumed the Almighty had created just for him. His advances were met with cautious disregard and he scratched his head, assuming she was just playing hard to get. She had other things on her mind. She had a sick grandparent and a dead parakeet. Bills piling up and no job and she was nearly out of cigarettes to boot. Oh did I not make that clear? Everyone could see Jon shouldn’t be with Amanda because he was out of her league. Glad we cleared that up. Now, Jon really just wanted the quiet domesticity that life living with a spouse could provide if adequately maintained. He was a low-confidence man in general, and though he had immense potential, with his personality, it could never be fully realized.

Amanda’s life was a garbage can of chaos, bitterness, and ill-will. She hated people and anxiously awaited the grisly death she was sure was meant for her. She smoked her cigarettes to the filter or until they burnt her lips if they were filter-less. Sure, she dreamed of brighter days, but only when she was high. She had given up giving a fuck a lo-o-ong time ago and didn’t see the use in returning to her former giving-a-fuck ways. Her teeth were in poor shape and she itched nearly incessantly. Jon was a moderately successful mortgage broker from Queens. He grew up playing baseball and eating hot dogs like every American boy should. Amanda struck him the way she did because of this recklessness she embodied. Jon had met here one day when his car broke down and he had to walk to borrow a phone to call the tow truck and a Lyft. They nearly collided. It was raining, drops persisting to find their way to the ground for two days straight now, and she was waiting for the bus to take her to a run-down dive bar where she would find the company of cool beer, cigarette burn holes, and empty-hearted individuals with nothing better to do. He was wiping the smudged screen of his dead-batteried cell phone with his lapel when she took a step back, hearing the busses tires hissing down the street towards her and the stop.

“Sorry,” he gurgled automatically.

“Excuse you, I mean me” she offered apathetically.

 

 

Invisible Beauty

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I’m looking for my angel. She’s invisible.

Until the exact right moment in time. That precious tick…

She will be the extra gust of wind in my sails

She will be my companion, my confidant, my muse.

We will talk about politics and current events and never get upset over it.

We will explore the world together. One day.

We will only have eyes for each other

We will build a home on our principles

We will laugh, cry, dance, fuck, and yes, argue.

But it’s okay. We love someone because we let them hurt us.

Pain is worth it if God forbid…

I hope love is still real

 

 

One Plus One

tempted eyes bait silken desire to groomed webs

whilst secret smiles steal across pure lips red

and lovers roll in noontime bed

invitations carved in starry hearts

watch the steady flights of hungry darts


Soft melodies lull, full of lush tempers

a rainbow rises mid-storm, greeting the travelers

finding peaches piled up high

dreams linger o’er ashen limbs nigh

gentle brushes on a glowing ember

lazy requests, looks tender


time’s restless ghost wonders

honest hearts measure quick blood

how many layers down will we recognize

and yield to the fire without smoke

who’s smoldering smooth as twilit rivers

where rich comforts beg ecstatic shivers

 

Take a Moment

Boulder Falls

Blue thunder crashes down onto and then splashes off the mossy sandstone, pulverizing the riverbed into submissive sand. Refreshing mist greets the bystander’s face. The spruces, pines, and firs bask in the crisp autumn sunlight. A nearly leafless aspen is a spinal cord with nerves reaching out in all directions to feel the shadow suffocate the valley. A lone pine stands proudly atop the falls as though it’s modeling the latest needles from the Ponderosa line. And it all matches her perfectly. Her skin is gentle and brown like the sand we stand on. Her eyes are reminiscent of of the pines’ bark, a rich almond. The mountainside is tall and noble as she is. Her smile is as hypnotizing as the rushing waterfall. She picks me a flower. I accept it graciously and embrace her. We hold hands and smile at each other. We enjoy the scenery and the moment and ask some strangers to take a photo of us. Young love preserved in film, a sweet memory. When things are tough, we must think of times like this, and remember how calm and pleasant life can be.

2012

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A new calendar. A W-2 form. A presidential election in November. An infant marriage. A freshly printed photo radar red signal violation citation. Hopefully some new medical insurance and some new sugar meter strips. This new year, 2012, is sure to bring many things, exactly what no one knows, or if they do, they’re doing a better job of keeping the secret than I could. Now on to the brightest star in my sky, my wife, who told me she had a good poop, with plenty of toys and a celeb magazine to keep her company. I’m her dog. And at times we have to pick up each other’s proverbial poop. She has to learn to let up on the leash, lest I misbehave when she takes me to the dog park. From a relationship with a pet to a marriage, the same basic elements apply; trust, love, care, and patience. Not forgetting, of course, to keep clear the blood vessels of communication joining the two hearts.

Friends, I have come to realize that my blog has been severely derailed from its original purpose, which is to discuss comedy entertainment. I plan to make at least one more blog to discuss philosophy and politics, while keeping my musings, thoughts on life and love, and comedy here. Look for the new politics/news/philosophy blog soon it may be called powerpoliticsblog or something more newspapery. Hasta la proxima, estes bien.

“[Back to George and Nancy in bed. George is looking quite pleased  with

himself. Nancy, on the other hand, looks…bewildered…pleasantly

surprised…]

Nancy: Wow. That was…*great*. I mean…*wow*.

George: It just came to me.

Nancy: I—I’ve never in my life have—have I—. What was that?

George: You mean in the end?

Nancy: Uh-huh.

George: A counter-clockwise swirl.” -The Fusille Jerry