Two Grown Men

It was two days after vacation,
The cafe, a cup of coffee and a meeting.
The president and the vice president,
catching up after the winter break.

"Wait, wait", I said.
"Gentlemen this is not the place."
Too retired to grow men,
Red faced and growling & scratching like kids.

One a retired United States Coast Guard Lieutenant,
The other a past Presbyterian minister with great guidance.
Crawling up each others spines,
Creating havoc in each others' minds.

I looked on and around as we were viewed shocked,
Growing up to feeling not sure why this was again taught.
I simply placed myself between the crossed,
And when that didn't work I walked.

Plus What?

Plus this plus that,
Why are so many american people so fat.
Entitled and on the march,
To a place full of nuts.
Easy this easy that,
Your sloths are not so fast.

SHiet

IT IS FUCKING EVERYWHERE

IT IS ALL AROUND ME

IT STINKS AS THE POLITICIANS DO

KEEP SHITTING ALL OVER ME AND YOU

THE RHETORIC
 THE MISS DIRECT 

YEA LIKE I WANT TO VOTE FOR YOU

I aj=k

Something had to be said

Menial is just ossification nullifing good

Lean in

It is love of

Never looking back

Keep pushing live

The right to live

And something had

In mind

To you

Battery Flattery?

Battery flattery is such bad tenantry.

Driving cold nickle and slow charges,

Is no way to glide.

Seeking a quick fix due to ignorant sight seeing,

Will only bring us closer to toxic soup.

Toledo's and Camero's

Veyron's and no Prii.

Interceptor's and Vauxhall's,
V-8's and lap times.

How can it die?

The thrill of humanity must keep a climb,

So the truth can be about time.

Open your mind to more than a sublime,

And realize it is our time,

To work together in the world for the first time.

How fine,

Ideal thought has become a crime,

About rhyme,

Rolling through is evolutionary time.

Space is now the new ride.

Hold On

She showed, no way
Turkish brunette with green eyes too
From across the lot
It was known
You are a smart boy
And you keep very bad company

Ten more is grand
Suspect nothing and enjoy everything
The meaning of life

Back to her
I turned
Read the language and said
"Such a fine day to be."
She agreed

Close Colide Close

Tumbling through topples tidy

 Time to time tush times

 Screwed seniors sail sloths

Truth tumultuously toggles tires
,

While wires wind up wild winds

 Powering plumes pushing perception

So Styles so sly skip serious sights

 Kept by koncepts keen 

 Pace peels passing peace 

.

On one observation obedience obliged 

 The truth

 Ship shape so Sorairers stayed safe

 Of o'fiscals oblonged hoists

Spatially spoofed sponges soak

 Deference delivering derelicts doubts

,

Colide consumed case after case

 Became beyond belligerent with faith

.

 Aware as always of affluent abandonment

 Of

True

 Faith

,

I
,
Can realize the truth
.

Colide wondered no more

.

Having another epiphany

Realizing how unique

The convergence
Of
Truth
,

Intellect

And

Reality
Are

...Peace and Truth My Sis

She said,"When you fight the ride, resisting what’s happening at every turn, your whole being becomes tense and anxiety is your close companion. When you go with the ride, accepting what you cannot control, freedom and joy will inevitably arise."

Moo, moo, moo

Yes cattle  live an easy life true

Pointing to the struggle not the ease

Understand ebb and flo

Know the truth

 Rides are bumpy and stormy
Be True

"Adversity willing undergone is the greatest virtue",

"If you understand what you are doing you're not learning anything." 

Ancient Asian Proverbs

Jumpy Bumpy

Does'thus shine on distance moons,

Hath this verve augur amore?

Thus lights future come,

Does'thus not holds us fast

In das slum?

Strange and anew, 

This is the re-construction crew.

Building a better day,

A better life to those who will pay
The biggest dues.

Who,
Knew,
Cattle would respond so well?

How did we do?

Tempt Me Not

Tempt, tempt me, just a temp.

Look, look me over, just another temp.

Help me, help me, just not for temp...

work.

I am out,

Too make it right, 

Just don't be a temp.

Oh, yet you are just tempting,

Worrying about for how long.

Bong goes the bell,

Dawn goes as well.

103 seconds...Jimminey!

She stuffed her face with a third triumphant crumpet. I stood staring at this disgusting blob of society engorging on....treats?  The crumbs bounced down her rotund body and on to the floor, resembling the cascading downside of a fired work.  The mind mitigated cognition, yet tried to comply.  I started to open my mouth, yet I was afraid what would result, in the outside...world.  She continued consenting to the appealing succulent sounds of such possessively steaming treats...so sublime.  I motioned to decline a look of any kind, mind starring thru time, looking for the place when humans begin to gorge instead of forage.  It immediately brought me back to recent lives, so complacent, so much trashy slime...inside.  I understand now, how we American humans are the gluttons of times.  History will not look upon the G-Wiz or Prii...no, no.  It will focus on the disproportionate amount of waste humans produced at this time, their crap is in the land-fill and in my locale street.  I have been out mountain biking and seen the wrapper off this women's treat!

Was she not Contrived

I sfont remember what I just thought, yet I am here.

As thin lips of the debutante slide in behind signs,

The words spoken are the slippery minds of the times.

So she says, "If you say so.", with a tilt of the head and reticent hints of rhyme.

Demonic it sounded, twisting my intention and trying to contort my true self.

"I think I am gonna get going, now. Can I call you tomorrow?", I replied.

Sorrow dripped down her face, yet magic moo'd from her mouth,

"So sorry to sound simple, however we can talk tomorrow."

I contrived a nod signifying satisfaction.

"Ciao for a cow and cye you in Macau."

She chuckled and did not seem to try to mind.

How fine.

Desperate Cries

Let me tell you a story of a 29 year old who refused to listen.  

Time and time again people would try to talk to him,
Yet he would just cut you off and carry on and on.

Listening and then a try of interjected truth,
No, no, not finished he is never finished telling you.

It became a competition with him,
So I walked away once more.

Some attended the funeral today,
Died of a bacterial infected artery.

Went over nine days,
 High fever and continued to say,

"No!", ignoring his fiance too,
Again denying his dying body to prove...

Finally, in a sever state,
Three weeks after his first date
Of high fever.

She visits the hospital with a delirious mate,
He full of poor physical health and mind.

The doctors told him surgery could save him this time,
 He had to consent.

"No, no, no", he told the doctor,
"You cannot tell me what I have to do!",

Screaming like a toddler...
With more candy for the afternoon.

His parents finally said no too.