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"It amazed me how truth was often suffocated in minutes, but lies were given sufficient air to breathe indefinitely."

"You are all better than you think you are, you are just designed not to believe it when you hear it from yourself."

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"...lasting art is never anything more than a mathematical expression of the relations that exist between the internal and the external, the self [le moi] and the world." -Jean Metzinger

I'm in love with carefully chosen words, arranged just so, audible, edible, to inhale. I attempt to post new poems and epiphanies daily with some links to what inspires.

I am legally blind (since 2000) with a rare, genetic form of glaucoma (diagnosed in 1986). I'm described as "end stage" after two successful surgeries (1990 and 1992), still subject to further vision loss. Writing tends to be strenuous because of this condition but seldom deters what yearns to emerge, despite a documented history of depression (another genetic hand-me-down?).

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2018 Highlights

2018: The Quiet Ones

Once a rising star *Star*, now buried in the mud.

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October 25, 2018 at 12:08pm
October 25, 2018 at 12:08pm
This ain't no girl power song thing. Not a "30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt:

You know, without deep introspect, I would Testify this is the greatest album of all-time...it gets me jacked before I do battle. Why do I relate so much to this anthem against tyranny?

You got me started today. Give it some time. I'll go back to my corner once the harmful irony wears off. I do love you. You have to know this by now.

*Works out*

October 18, 2018 at 7:40am
October 18, 2018 at 7:40am
Ten things I get to list...maybe talk about...if they are not self-explanatory





Truly --

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when your mouth doesn't sync with brain














It's really about me







Why I need to wear pants



Who's Caitlyn?


I can't Stop! 😲



Me making up complex words, again



Tired. Mailing it in. I've done better on Twitter. Just too lazy to dig for them all. You broke me 30 Day Blogging Challenge. I'm broken
October 14, 2018 at 11:21pm
October 14, 2018 at 11:21pm
Bhlog prompt today:

Make an alphabetical list of 26 items starting with each letter of the alphabet.

Any random items, related items, as long as they are in alphabetical order...
be creative, imaginative, weird...

I should add, we play the non-sequitor game to pass time when we travel. Each person has to follow the previous word with an unrelated word (non-sequitor) to keep our list going. If we decide it's linked to a previous word, we start over. If we're good, it's like a memory game. The more creative a word, the greater acknowledgement from mom and dad. Sometimes, we do it alphabetically or all words start with the same letter. When we're lazy, we do the alphabet game.

Arugula *Lettuce*

Battlewagon *Car*

Calliope *Piano*

Dreidel *Dreidel*

Eustachian *ConfettiP*

Faucet *Faucet*

Gaucho *VinylY*

Hasenpfeffer *Rabbit3*

Ion *Donut6*

Jacks *Crown*

Kaleidoscope *Telescope*

Loofa *spongebobsquarepants*

Mustache *MustacheL**Pizza**MustacheR*

Nunchucks *ouch*

Oreo *Button*

Quiche *Taco*

Rapier *SwordL*

Square *Box*

Tooth *BigSmile*

Umbrella *UmbrellaW*

Voucher *Check*

Whatchamacallit *Tools*

Xyster *Skull*

Yokel *Crazy*

Zombie *Sick*
October 13, 2018 at 10:25am
October 13, 2018 at 10:25am
If you could have a...national day to name and celebrate however you wished, what would you do?

I'm pretty sure it's all been covered. My google searches would probably make any idea attempts futile?

Hmm, let's peruse...*click* (assumes I have a mouse, not this tablet) *finger tap, tap, tap*

Well, an international get off your butt annndddd....oh, go look for a missing person day? Could have a website dedicated to cold cases. Dress up like your favorite detective (Holmes, Colombo, Monk *RollEyes*) after getting clues or hints where to search. Okay, that might mean uncovering shallow graves *Sad*. People would trespass, stare in windows, contact suspects...we don't want more people disappearing. Maybe, just look for Jimmy Hoffa Day.

Thinking *Think*...

How about National look for pirate treasure day...? Oh, but...they have a national scavenger hunt day. Then, how about look for a dead relative day? Ancestry got that covered.

Googles time traveling...
"PRETEND TO BE A TIME TRAVELER DAY. Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day is observed annually on December 8. Time travel has..." Yeah, nothing ther...Ooo, ooo, ooo!! Shaddup, shaddup. Okay, I got it! What we need is:

National Laugh Like Burt Reynolds Day
*Laugh* *RollEyes* Not like that, you're doing it wrong. *Angry*

Okay, so National Act Like Burt Reynolds Day

Why not international? He's an anti-Harrison Ford, rooted in a certain southern sophistication....okay, he's brash and lazy just the way we/me wish we/me could all be! So was Han Solo...Bandit was just different, that's all...yeeessshh. And yes, ruwth , I idolize all things macho, too!! My sophistications spans beyond my inner teenage girl drama. *Smirk*

I thought his Tony Curtis impression was spot on. *Confused*

Okay, after much hemming and hawing...or, huhing *Think*, what's more natural than National Burt Reynolds Day. He made 'look at me' a cinematic artform the likes we hadn't seen before and could still appreciate and not tire of (or am I just nostalgic for the mail-it-in, tongue-in-cheek movie performance genre: actors who can't hack it in drama who just goof...Eddie Murphy gets me. Watcha talkin' 'bout Shrek!).

Burt could even make his mustache wink. (I wonder if it was fake? Well, def not that hair. *BigSmile*):

Instead of ’shine, he’s running Coors. He’s smiling his ass off, too, a hunky Bugs Bunny in a souped-up Trans-Am, ducking the cops as if highway outlawry is his by-God American birthright. The stakes couldn’t be lower. Rather than doing it for his family, or for justice, the Bandit’s in it mostly for the hell of it. (And eighty grand.)


The laugh, that laugh! Ha-haaa! Hey, Eddie. Can you top that? *Laugh* *RollEyes* Sounds too much like Arnold Horshak, Mister Kotter. *clears throat* Ahem.

Norm McDonald, you're up. Ah, yeah. Sure...

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October 11, 2018 at 8:05am
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Back to original post from October 11, 2018...

I'll bet they thought they had me stumped with this prompt:

October 11 is International Day of the Girl Child. What are your favorite girl power songs? Share 11.

*Screams like a teenage girl* *Laugh*

Ahhhhh, yeah. Here...we...go!

*jingle* Entering our countdown at number 11 (our 10 + 1 artist), and the first to come to mind when I saw this prompt, is this girl-power-smash-hit for Miss Kelly Clarkson. If you know it, you love it, if you haven't already overheard the immortal, tad-cliche line, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger..." That's right, it's "Stronger"! Kelly will be joining us later in the countdown. *Wink*

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STRONGER - Kelly Clarkson

Our next artist,
▶️ 🔟 ARMY OF ME - Bjork

As one reviewer put it...

...both the literal and ironic interpretations of this song are right. On one hand it's saying if you want to overcome an obstacle, just sitting there complaining will be no help - you have to put the effort in and be proactive to succeed. Yet at the same time, given Bjork's history as an anarchist activist and critic of oppressive states, it could be read as a sarcastic attack on those who demand obedience while offering no support to those under their authority. Ahem!

Among the remaining hopefuls coming up: Katy Perry, Shania Twain, Madonna, En Vogue, Bonnie Raitt, Beyonce, Pat Benatar, and Stevie Nicks. Did I give it away? We'll see. Now, on to our countdown...*catchy jingle here*

Joining us at number 9 is someone who qualifies, in fact emblifies, girl power with songs: Firework, I Kissed A Girl and Roar (sorry, Helen Reddy, not you). I skipped past all of them for my personal favorite type of girl empowerment, sexuality. With her hit California Gurls, Katy Perry owns Snoop Dogg with whatever she's wearing on her chest. Works for me, too. Eat this top ten smash:


▶️9️⃣ CALIFORNIA GURLS - Katy Perry featuring Snoop Dogg

Another girl power classic reminds diamonds are a girl's best friend, before you can get into her pants. We're looking at you Jay-Z. Made her an honest woman. Her song,

▶️8️⃣ SINGLE LADIES - Beyoncé
(Great video. Man, can she dance!)

Rare songs that I enjoy (some familiar with my Spotify playlist *insert plug here* ) came close to making my short list: I Am Every Woman by Chaka Khan, NOT Whitney Houston, Bitch by Meredith Brooks, Extraordinary by Liz Phair, (dark horse fave, Chuck E's in Love by Rickie Lee Jones, and even rarer, You Never Done it Like That by Captain and Tennille.

Now, moving on.

Who can ever forget, pointy bustiers and a sexual evolution spawned by the queen of pop...is that her title? I'm just making this up, but Madonna sure knew how to (s)express herself. (Mike Meyers thought so...Schhwwiinngg!!) Number seven with...2 bullets! *BigSmile*

▶️7️⃣ EXPRESS YOURSELF - Madonna

This little number is quite liberating. In fact, freeing. At number...who cares. It's En Vogue with Free Your Mind...and the rest will follow:*Smirk*

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▶️6️⃣ FREE YOUR MIND - En Vogue *Laugh**Laugh**Laugh*
TAKE IT OFF! - The Donnas

We're just over half way to the end of our countdown and closing in on the number one girl power song. Why are there Powerpuff Girls flying around in here! *closes window* Will it be about female empowerment through sexuality...again? Sorry, Sheryl Crow, could you step to the side. Though, you and I should soak up some sun and have a little fun watching people at the car wash in their shiny Datsuns...later.

I don't care if this doesn't fit. This next song at number five has long been something worth talking about. Real clever how I use all these song titles as introductions. *RollEyes*

▶️5️⃣ SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT - Bonnie Raitt

That is an empowering message, though. Women have come a long way, baby. (I'm old enough to remember) Maybe, all the way from...(see what I did there)...Canada, like this country-pop-crossover-megastar from the 90s. I'd park my boots under her bed, if I wasn't married. *Blush*

▶️4️⃣ MAN! I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN - Shania Twain

Working our way to the number one girl power hit on our playlist.

Sorry, to these gurrrls. *Sad* You are beautiful in everything you sing. Obvious, near misses include: Gwen Stefani, Pink, Alicia Keys, Christina Aguilera, Meghan Trainer and Sarah Barelleis (the wife's fave is 'Brave'. BTW, she disapproves of the sexually-charged theme in this countdown. To her I say, wait for it).

Now hit me with artist at number three!

▶️3️⃣ HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT - Pat Benatar

Pat could do it all. Great vocal talent. A lot of older songs by Leslie Gore, Aretha Franklin, Gloria Gaynor and Cyndi Lauper could have been considered. For them, I have a lot of R-E-S-P-E-C-T. *Smile*

We're almost there. We ran out of space for Little Miss Independent. Our apologies to Miss Clarkson. Hope we can fit you into some other blog post in the future. I have a hankering for something a little more tempting. Her sugar walls sounded delicious, because she had the look. Prince knew what I'm talking about because he helped her strut out a bunch of hits in the late 80s. Much respect to the artist formerly known...

At number two,

▶️2️⃣ STRUT - Sheila E...er Easton

My apologies to Stevie Nicks whose raspy vocals delight but do not appear...in text...here. After Tom Petty up and died, somebody let it be known a producer convinced that Traveling Wilbury to let her share vocals on his song, "Stop Dragging My Heart Around." It's alledged he discovered afterward the producer had 'a thing going on' with Bella Donna (ah, Stevie). He felt duped. I'm sure he got over it.

And now for the number one song in all of this port land... *drum* What? No drum graphic, The StoryMistress ? Oh, well...improvise, I always say....


That's enough. *trumpets blare* *Rolleyes* Really, we can afford studio musicians? And now, my graphics department goes home? Thanks a lot guys! Really? They don't get paid overtime...

▶️1️⃣ CORNFLAKE GIRL - Tori Amos
*Heart* <<-- That's mine. She has it now.

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Makes about as much sense as anything.

I would like to send my regrets to Joan Jett and/or her Runaways. Sorry, but single cord progression is not my thing. And don't ask where I got that from (Lorelai Gilmore! You got it out of me. But, she liked the Bangles! *Sick*) Okay, confession: I cried the day Casey Kasum played their last Top 40 hit and back announced they were breaking up.

See? I AM A TEENAGE GIRL! *BigSmile*

My thanks to Westwood 1 Radio, the late Mr. Kasum ( if that's your real name...it wasn't) and Billboard magazine for running that pic of Eddie Money and me backstage in '88! *Rolleyes* Keep reaching for the...snacks...hidden behind the cups and plates...where the, where the...hey! Where's my Eats!!!

My apologies to Meghan T, if I spelled her name wrong. Fact-checking department is done g👀gling for the day!

*play me out* Crap, im over the embed per blog entry limit...right? I think I'm the reason for that, too.

OMG!!! Lookie! My theme song, ladies ...and gents!

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Thought for sure I could cheat the video embed gods when I saw more than videos functioning. *Sad*
September 28, 2018 at 8:06am
September 28, 2018 at 8:06am
Getchyerday started off right. Be proud Canada (that means they're Canadians who could rock):

Skates around room, cranks up another...

Be proud Australia...

September 25, 2018 at 10:02am
September 25, 2018 at 10:02am

Where We Flowed

Gathered at the back porch
The old man's drugs were flowing
Whatever your fix
It was all good
Together, forgetting
Ills replace ills
In our neglected neighborhood

Behind the old woman's shed
It was all good
Raid canning jars
Or garden instead
Veggies raw
Whatever will do
For the fix
For the ill
Remedy for veins thick
Ply pale flesh
Swim inner trails

Under the neighbor's apple
From a harsh sun angling
Aims between
Thinning leaves
That dive, swim
To our fateful ground
Pile up like us
Cold, shivering
Until the next remedy

I told them
how I dream
Of dying like the grass
I pluck, become
Decay in mortal earth
I dream I never wake
Immortal in fantasy
I'll never be rich
Behind a value mart

Dry cardboard walls contain
Strays like me that
Scratch, claw
Dine on leeching
Black plastic
Oozing sustenance
Never winter here
Seek shelter of
Wool gifts
A stranger's alms
Rub elbows with
The other lonely
Sample soup endless
In their kitchens
Load up on bread
Dream, one day
Return to the tree
Where we flowed.

September 23, 2018 at 11:54am
September 23, 2018 at 11:54am

Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later
by Robert Louis Stevenson

IF you see this song, my dear,
And last year's toast,
I'm confoundedly in fear
You'll be serious and severe
About the boast.

Blame not that I sought such aid
To cure regret.
I was then so lowly laid
I used all the Gasconnade
That I could get.

Being snubbed is somewhat smart,
Believe, my sweet;
And I needed all my art
To restore my broken heart
To its conceit.

Come and smile, dear, and forget
I boasted so,
I apologise - regret -
It was all a jest; - and - yet -
I do not know.
September 23, 2018 at 10:29am
September 23, 2018 at 10:29am

Before the boys wake
the refrigerator hums discontent --
furred, snarled dragons ply
smooth, dead floor
about idle, be-socked feet --
hardwood surfaces plateau
from toe to eye
glossy, forlorn
in chilled autumn morn --
our clear vestibule prison
warm, satisfies

Before one voice unwinds
silence uninterrupted
night already nearing --
mindless echoes still chirping
draw dragons' eyes out
return their desires
chained to domestication
in padded sofa/lounger play land

Nearing the crack of pipes
emerging mechanical waterfalls
an empty hull longs fill
to the brim with expectation

neglected brown coffee cold


e.e. was right about i though We never met. 🤔
September 21, 2018 at 9:20am
September 21, 2018 at 9:20am
Conor boasts
He jousts
A feisty tatted Irish chap?
But he surely busts
The fourth wall
Because in many a Shakespeare act
A second chance
Able nobleman
Not caught in a lie
But how one does try
(Like a fool)
Redeem oneself
Then double back
In another act

Hmm, looks Scots to me
Must've broke from the clan
Give me my stead
I'm off!
'afore he sock me in me eye.
You wouldn't beat up a bard?
Old, blind man??
Bad try, mate!
You bet your Bollocks!

Never say McGregor
near a boxing ring
Nay, 'tis a charmed life
Watch 'im 'awk 'is whiskey.

ESPN left out one detail from McGregor's past in story announcing his 'comeback' (cue LL Cool J). I think the last graph of the story today explains why:


Let bygones be bygones. Let's make some cash! Brian is such a cynic.


I wish I could use this image:

his mugshot is public domain! *Laugh*
September 19, 2018 at 5:55am
September 19, 2018 at 5:55am
My son is taking AP Lit in his senior year of high school. He came to me with a poem 'Crossing the Swamp' by Mary Oliver that was a task master and said, "Okay, Dad. Explain poetry to me.' We got distracted with dinner and other obligations, so I decided to write my discourse on poetry to him, hoping it will help:

To Alex,

Why watch a movie called Titanic, if you know how it ends? There is more to the story than beginning, climax and outcome. It's about how they got there, what you experience along the way. A poem can be like that.

A poet wants you to feel what they are experiencing, but they don't want to just shout out the answer in these never ending games of charade. You have to guess. But, who's going to tell you you're right? It's like working a New York Times Sunday crossword alone now.

You figure out the parts that are easy to understand and place them next to other clues and puzzle it together. But, the whole time, you have to remember, you must stand back and let this wash over you. Don't strain too hard. Because a poem is like a painting that can be wild in color or muted in tone. What type brush strokes, canvas? In essence, what is their medium? Is it traditional rhyming (feel good) or free form with line breaks putting emphasis on some words for extra meaning. How do the words layer over one another like the painting?

You might feel better as you go along collecting clues, assembling them, getting a general spirit for the writer's game. In the end, they want you to feel something in your gut. It's experience. If it's something you can't relate to because of lack of experience, it would be hard to feel empathy. Sympathy is a tool for those who can feel your emotion but cannot relate. Everyone (except, maybe, sociopaths) experience joy, pain.

This is why reading poetry about stuff you know will help you understand/feel poetry -- poetry that uses form (can be lyrical), poetic devices (personification, imagery, allegory) and those words so cleverly paired to give us coined expressions. (Just Google Shakespeare and you will see.)

I'll end with this, for now. I can explain further in the days, weeks, life ahead. But, I wrote a poem in college that was my rant about people confusing my writing for greeting card stuff. Though, it doesn't prove my point (it would take many toils to come), it describes what a poem was to me then. My 25-year-old self to my near 18-year-old son:

What do you make of a poem?

A poem
is a poem, is a poem, is a poem.
Is that all you can make out of that?
Wherever you roam, you roam, you roam,
don’t forget to bring a hat?

A rose
is a rose, is a rose, is red, now dead.
Now what do you make out of that?
You killed it with your drool you fool;
slobber from your face you spat.

A dream
is a dream, is a dream, is a dream.
What a scene you made out of that.
You killed it with your vision, division;
television spawned the illiterate brat.

I woke up one day, saw daisies, a meadow;
a brook full of leaping trout in their raincoats,
trying to land on hooks. Caviar bellies
splash on the cement, bake in the sun.
Now what do you make out of that?

I see you, I dream you; you’re just fiction.
You breathe my air like gas,
pass out from fumes too real
for your kind of imagination.
So what do I make out of that?

A poem is a red rose, is a dream.
A poem is a field full of fish in raincoats.
A poem is nothing but what you see; not television,
it’s fiction, too real for your imagination.
Now what do you make out of that?

Indirectly quoting Gertrude Stein while thinking about Shakespeare:
What Do You Make Of A Poem?  (E)
Illustrating what poetry is about to help those who don't see the meaning.
#1173259 by Brian KC

Truth is elusive. It makes you doubt it exists. (Your current dad)
September 18, 2018 at 11:16am
September 18, 2018 at 11:16am
Imitation is the sincerest form...

...Edwyn Collins updates the Len Barry tune of '65 in '94 with an eye to Iggy who inspired the song when he was rejected by an intriguing woman. But, many still claim 'Mr. Pop' wrote and/or performed this song, keeping a discophile myth alive...

Myself, I thought it was Bowie until I was corrected. I'm an Absolute Beginner *Whistle*
September 17, 2018 at 9:53am
September 17, 2018 at 9:53am
Dear Lois, I'm Sorry For My Ignorance

I need to unburden my brushes with great blunder
Lois Gibbs thought I underfed my cat,
worse, thought I was a biased journalist...but I was young
Spike Lee wanted to know while I was rolling tape why I didn't ask him a question
I remained mute
Maya Angelou appeared puzzled when I cornered her and compared her poetry to John Keats'
Al Gore's hand felt small in mine
a pregnant Juice Newton was annoyed by my interviewing technique that one summer day
while Eddie Money was baffled I didn't remove the 45 'Walking On Water' before having him sharpie the sleeve
but we appeared together backstage in a Billboard magazine photo
the concert promotion I stole from a local radio station promoter
because the concert manager was a childhood neighbor
in the hallway of my old university the girls of Vixen weren't allowed to pose for a pick with me
I think they wanted to, but weren't in makeup
I could have met Buddy Guy, didn't want to, wasn't my kind of music --
nor were war stories, I told a workshop author, unaware he penned the boring grist,
and Elie Wiesel, how important was he when I could spend the afternoon on my dorm floor
blasting 'Disco Inferno,' which was about what?
Social ignorance, my social discord,
wake me up when it's time for another 2-dollar-a-bottle-Boone's Farm run
I'm going to sleep this off now...plenty more ignorance to come.

*Lois Gibbs was a famous activist I invited to my house
You can look up the rest, if confused
I'm sure I'm leaving some folks out
Selective memory?
Spike scared me most
September 17, 2018 at 5:35am
September 17, 2018 at 5:35am
The Value of Good Wood

When the termites discover my woodwork
they gnaw at my ego,
they gnaw on good intentions
until they look bad
and I have to wonder
what was I thinking.

I can store my craft.
I can set out to kill them all,
tedious, as if
one by one.
Why are they so hungry
for my craftwork?

I could polish good intentions
until less ambiguous
But, termites don't know
the value of wood.

It's a poem that wants to say more, but if I did, then it would lose luster.


From my vantage:

What if you could teach your teacher something. Would they willingly become your student?

One more thing:

discourse in rambling

You don't know.
September 16, 2018 at 6:35pm
September 16, 2018 at 6:35pm
I've been right about                                        there

on your horizon
         you don't look for me
or just don't see
         hidden plainly
in your brilliant light

Revolving, evolving
         I linger
that you might glimpse
even in the darkest hour
         moving away
         to the naked eye
a vision to behold
if just for an instant --
one circumpolar
minimized by vantage
         glimmering, a glint
sent pulsing
by curling obstinance
         forbidding masses
but, constant                                                  still

peering at you
in our shared twilight.

September 11, 2018 at 9:57pm
September 11, 2018 at 9:57pm
The moral edge you hold to my skin
close to my neck
         your pressure
         my resistance
in a chair tethered to philosophy
of mankind
buried alive
in cemeteries like mausoleums
         you won’t visit
because you don’t know
where they are,
where they are stored.

But, resuscitate,
parade your dead
words, beliefs
while I recline,
drip out
until I am to join them
uncelebrated and clean.

Writ on phone at work 8/24/18
edited here 9/14/18
September 9, 2018 at 10:04am
September 9, 2018 at 10:04am
If I start thinking about something
All the old feelings and musings come rushing back
But with a new twist,
Something new revealed as truth
To diminish the illusion.
Is it delusion that keeps me toying with
An unsolvable puzzle
We are not meant to understand
Only be entertained with
Until we die uttering our rosebuds in deathbeds.
August 31, 2018 at 9:11am
August 31, 2018 at 9:11am

Looking at these private colleges and all the shiny incentives they throw at you reminds of that sleek Cadillac of envy that would be a dream to own. You sit down after presentations and tours and go over all the options and start to think it's doable. They laud the kid with their presidential, top-of-the-line, merit-based scholarship in high figures. There's a chance of an elite education, to rub elbows with greatness? Getting a fuzzy glimpse of this teen's future might make a person misty-eyed. Then, when those numbers go crunch, the gap between tuition and grants still can't match the cost of a state school. So, you go back down the block and kick the tires on that Plymouth Duster...again...and a BMW buzzes by. I imagine 'I'm a proud alum of...' frame on a vanity plate.

Meanwhile, 'the kid' has just spent his tenth straight hour on the X-Box. The light of a fading day pours in as I enter that room. His pupils constrict as I greet his dull response. That's when the vision of owning a speed boat at my new cabin on a lake arrives. He found his passion. Maybe, I should indulge my dream instead.
August 26, 2018 at 10:34am
August 26, 2018 at 10:34am
My Locomotive

I am caught between
'Thinks too much,' 'doesn't think enough.'
I 'worry too much' about my own problems
I'm told by sources,
not enough about yours,
perhaps, the urban lower-class.
Choose wisely these words:
my ignorant lexicon
borne out of a 12-year-old body,
handed down generations.

I don't understand me, now that I'm confused about you.
Should I walk amongst you, introduce myself,
see if we can be in my middle ground?
Inside, I swing wildly like that pendulum,
unlike a metronome,
never finding rhythm.

Should I be more sensitive to your kind?
Who laid these tracks between us?
I long trailed a rail in brilliant wonderment,
no guide and no purpose.
Who should hold my hand,
lest I fall or meet with some fateful train
come to remove me?

Am I so insensitive
I cannot understand the needs of another
while I sit here in my kitchen chair,
grocery bags yet unpacked
in sweltering summer heat of doubt and discontentment?
Why am I idle staring out this unwashed window
thinking, believing I have clear vision?

I'm surrounded by my belongings, trapped
by limited beliefs.
Why can't I touch you, lay hand upon your back, unknowing
if the gesture would be well received?
Even in my most frustrated state,
I never hated anyone but myself.
Am I to blame for feeling this way?

I don't blame you.
I don't denounce them.
The only shame I feel
is for me
while longing for my locomotive.

Not necessarily the context of the poem, but...

"Prejudice is when a person negatively pre-judges another person or group without getting to know the beliefs, thoughts, and feelings behind their words and actions. A person of any racial group can be prejudiced towards a person of any other racial group. There is no power dynamic involved.

Bigotry is stronger than prejudice, a more severe mindset and often accompanied by discriminatory behavior. It’s arrogant and mean-spirited, but requires neither systems nor power to engage in.

Racism is the system that allows the racial group that’s already in power to retain power. Since arriving on U.S. soil white people have used their power to create preferential access to survival rights and resources (housing, education, jobs, voting, citizenship, food, health, legal protection, etc.) for white people while simultaneously impeding people of color’s access to these same rights and resources.Though “reverse racism” is a term I sometimes hear, it has never existed in America. White people are the only racial group to have ever established and retained power in the United States."

Source: http://www.debbyirving.com/qa/are-prejudice-bigotryand-racism-the-same-thing/

Poem inspired by unimaginative thought about racism which I know everything and nothing about, depending on who you ask. Hard to live my own reality with my own fiction because I rely heavily upon faulty wiring affecting perception and memory.
Electrician will be here between the hours of now until the end of my time.

That's not true! He made it all up! He's a robot trying to spam us with his evil thinking.

How can you take a serious subject and be contemptibly funny? Reference pendulum. Emphasis 'loco' motives.

And, writing is a distraction so I don't get stuff done around the house, causing her pendulum to become wildly erratic.
August 26, 2018 at 9:00am
August 26, 2018 at 9:00am

My predicate nominative
could be
anything that defines --
a liter left of soul
is still an ocean.
No stone could skip my body
until time ends
for me,
the stone and my flinger.

Unless, I'm ash?

Then, I'm a heap.
It would be possible
to be
even if just
a granule of bone remains.

Scatter my last message
by invisible forces.
I'll cling to your hearts,
You won't know I'm there
dreaming, imagining a way
to be
the nominative in young hearts --
fertile in minds, futile in flesh.

I'm not defined by,
but limited from,
unless my truth
can be
I am not?

(begs the question mark...etre?)


And not to be...nominative:


Imagination grew as I continued to chase, after I sought definition of 'parse'
Is this what poets do? To be??

A beautiful mind is still terrible to taste?

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