Diary of a Mad Man 🕴🕴🕴🕴🕴

Page 70 – a list from DIARY OF A MADMAN, a.k.a.: “The Contented Heart!”

AGE 10 on Church Forced to Go – ACT OUT Help (10)
AGE 12 DAD THROUGH DOOR F – H (10)
AGE 12 Cello – MUST DO IT
AGE 13 Shame – CURSED MAN – “Fuck You”
AGE 14 Cello – Forced to Perform (HELENA)
AGE 13 Basketball – knee H
AGE 13 Pool Near Drowning (Elkhorn)
AGE 13 Football TRAUMA – Schuler
AGE 13 BULLIES: in Dillon F
AGE 13 Wrestling Display Shame
AGE 13 DAD Shouts AT Truck Driver F

AGE 14 Methodist Summer Camp – Discrim. A

AGE 13 Hawaiian Trip – Trauma to prepare A-S-H-F (10)
AGE 17 Football Coach – Letter Jacket A-S-H-F ( )
AGE 14 on Debating – Overwhelmed – Loss-Win Shame
AGE 13 Bee Sting – Cello Recital
AGE 13 CAUGHT Stealing – “
AGE 13 Jealousy re: Sister – Teasing Her [She tolerates me] A
AGE 17 West Point Begins – Crying at FLAG Betrayed Self (10)
AGE 18 Called WUSS
AGE 18 Eccentric – Must Conform
AGE 19 KNEE hurt – operation
AGE 18 Poked in throat
AGE 20 LEFT – can’t handle it – FAILURE A-S-F
AGE 21 CONCUSSION
AGE 21 Boxing: Smoker – Failure- Knocked Out Shame
AGE 21 Beloved CAT – Beloved DOG – deaths H-A (S) (10)
AGE 20 – 23 (School Pressure – General Cello Etc)
AGE 20 1st encounter – Sexual W/WOMAN
AGE 22 – TRACK TRIP – Gena, pregnant Shock ( )
AGE 25 Law School
AGE 26 JULIA – ACNE –
AGE 27 Graduate – Lost
Law School
AGE 28 D A – – – forced back to teaching H-A-S-F (10)
AGE 30 Stop Teaching – Failure – “Home”
AGE 30 Stop Being a Jew S-A-H-F (10)
AGE 32 6
AGE 32

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Mystic Poet

“CRITIQUE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Nag’s Tail (Tale)!” Tues. Nov. 13, 2018

We ALL start-off with-a clean-slate, when sweet romance is new,

So, we’re-initially-careful what we say, watching-what’s-”bleeding-through!”

Like, in the beginning, (s)he might-say: “Oh, STOP, Sweetie-Don’t-do-that!”

It seems just-like a SMALL THING, but-you-could-maybe “smell a rat!”

Or, in the beginning, it’s, perhaps, a little mouse –

‘Cause – LOVE IS NEW – and (s)he’s-not-(yet) your-spouse!

But, as time goes on (sometimes) THE CRITIC GETS HOLD,

And, what was picked-up-as-minor – gets OFTEN oversold,

Until it becomes A HABIT – to harp – on THIS,

Or THAT – or T’OTHER – and THEN! It’s your kiss –

Or-your-hair-color – or taste in clothes,

And the little-annoyance(s) – GROWS and GROWS!! 😦 – Shucks!

AND, WITH A WHOLE LOTTA PRACTICE, EVERYTHING’S WRONG:

Everything-you-do – right-down to-your-Love-Song,

That was, in the beginning, our favorite tune,

But, NOW – “Don’t sing! You sound like a loon!”

And, it’s these little things – that were ORIGINALLY OK,

And nagging just lasts, all the livelong day,

‘Cause nagging comes from habit, and, after a while,

That’s all there is – not even a smile!

All-the-time-can-become – a CRITICAL EXAM of YOU,

And The Day You Were Born – you start to rue!

It’s The Little Things – So, please-cultivate patience;

We all need to TAKE NOTE, in our precious relations,

That our habits of critique – don’t EVOLVE into nagging,

And – I-ain’t-sayin’-I-never … No-no-I’m-not-bragging,

BUT – LET’S WATCH WHAT WE SAY, EVEN IN JEST,

For JESTS-OFTEN-BECOME-HABITS, which-are-hard-to-put-to-rest!

fin ❤

“Some people dig nagging – and really think it’s OK – – – But nagging is nagging! There’s NO LOVE – in that way! – – – Please remember: Use words, pretty pretty, I say – – – And things’ll be wonderful-with-us – every-day! – – – A GOOD PRACTICE: ‘I Love You,’ 100 times – Hurray! – – – Every 24 hours! And you’ll never be GRAY!” The Mystic Poet.

Editor: A Nagger is called a Snagglepus in Australia

Did you know that 🙄🙄

Mystic Poet

“SENTENCED TO DIE – FOR THROWIN’ A CREAM PIE!” a poem Tues. 11/13/18

2000 YEARS AGO – “THEY” NAILED JESUS – FOR “IRREVERENCE!!”

He was sentenced-to-death – scourged -and-no-more-pension! Only-severance!

And WHAT DID HE SAY (Just like Tom Cruz*),

“I GOT THIS, y’all – start pouring the booze,

‘Cause, when it’s all over, we’re gonna party!”

And-sure-‘nough-in-3-days-and-nights – he was hale and hardy!

IRREVERENCE! although-NOT-a-3-letter-word,

Is STILL, at this time, considered absurd,

For-just-like-then-NOW, folks-think-they-know-“WHERE’-IT’S-AT,”

But, Honey, some-things-never-change! Now, WHAT’CHA KNOW ‘BOUT THAT?

fin ❤

* – in the film “Knight & Day”

Mystic Poet

“MENTAL CASES!” a poem a.k.a.: “Coffee Memories!” Nov. 13, 2018 – Tuesday (Written yesterday: Monday, of course!)

Our Mental Health Care facility is bustling today!
Because it’s a Monday – and it’s awfully cold and gray!
It’s-also a holiday and, you-guessed-it – it’s-NOT The Month of May,
So, we’ll grab us some hot beverages – and we’ll gab-about “Yesterday,”
And – people who aren’t here no more,
And some song titles and (pause) actresses galore!!
And actors and their roles – and olden-day TV dramas,
And AL LEWIS was Grampa, and I loved them TV mamas!
RAUL JULIA played Gomez, but I’m still a big John Astin fan!
You-know, we COULD BE – the most competent – story-tellers, man!
And John DID marry Patty Duke, although he was a little-bit older,
And WE’RE REVERSE-AGING-BUT-NO-WISER, yet-the-weather’s-gettin’-colder!
So, I’ll get cha another coffee, and we’ll talk until we burst,
And, at the day’s hilarious end, I’ll consider us WELL VERSED!
MY MEMORIES? Well, they’re all really good, for a cordial, classic rhyme,
And – O.M.G., Bob – you-were-right! It was: (pause) IT’S ABOUT TIME!

fin ❤

Editor:

“Yesterday” for all those folk reading and listening today on Kindness. This post will take you back until ” Yesterday. ”

Please be comforted that those who are mourning the loss of youth, past loved ones, looks.

These feelings you experience are normal.

When memories become your needing and yearning for the past to shape your future

We forfeit any hope to the joys of a promise to a new life.

Every one has had a long life will face sadness loneliness and darkness.

Growing old is a luxury as many die too young never knowing the joys in life.

“GROWING UP”

is the NEW TERM.

Those that are rewarded with finally “GROWING UP.”

You have been gifted with knowledge learnt on journeys through your blessed existence and you won against all the odds.

How truly blessed you are.

You,”Grown Up” are still here.

Guess, what?

You, “GROWN UP” the treasure chest of information for the future of the next generation lead the Earth to Peace and Properity.

You, “Grown Up” your duty to create this Planet you walked on for many years are obligated to share all your journeys to encourage the young generations

To be the best harvest of youth on this Earth.

Yesterday is not a waste it was your lesson.

Treasure every moment you breath

If you are waiting to be found and are still yearning for yesterday you wasted so many chances to make a difference for the future of our Children.

Self is over.

Be wise, be kind, be gratitious.

Give Compliaments stop living with regret.

“GROWN UP” 😁

Never wish for lost moments,

Treasure those new moments.

As you have learnt, new moments are a gift not your right of passage.

Comfort others without looking for rewards.

Giving freedom, love without reward.

Unconditional acceptance for all living things is the greatest reward

Congratulations all GROWN UP’S 🤗

( still time for happiness)

Mystic Poet

“CORNERSTONES OF FUNCTIONALITY!” a poem in the series: “Move It; Move It!” Tuesday: 11/13/2018

WATER! It is SO important, to “keep the juices flowin’!”

Exercise! Is a big KEY, like bi-cycling and mowin’!

Eating tasty food and not too much to slow you down;

Fresh-air and – nice-sunshine – can alleviate the frown!

The body loves variety and sometimes craves some sleep;

Without variety and good rest, we might get sick and weep!

A healthy-life style will include –

Good friends, who’ll laugh & sing with you,

And-a-hopeful-outlook’s-a-good-thing-to-do:

This has always been quite true!

GOOD ASSOCIATIONS! Yes, they’re quite divine!

FAST AND SLOW – &-You-might just find,

That EASY DOES IT has a flow,

Of hobbies, working – and-helping – so,

To keep a balanced life, right here,

Please-consider-these-things, my Dear,

And know that I will always wish,

The best for you, you sexy dish,

And, once-more, yes! I’ve said (it) before,

Welcome kisses – hugs – and more!! 🙂 – Yummy You! Graduate w/Honors!

fin ❤

Mystic Cowboy

“IN THE MORNING LIGHT, WE DISCOVERED THE TRUE MEANING OF T H E T R I N I T Y !” a poem, for awakening! Tuesday, November 13, 2018.

My lover! She-don’t-have-no-periods (pause) (and) I-have-no com-mas!

She’s always ready! (pause) and – I-don’t ever (pause!) pa-ause,*

‘Cause love that-is gonna work is-something you can’t search for:

It’s like THE SECOND COMING – don’t-’xpect-Jesus-at-your-door!

IF someone comes a-knockin’ – or shows up on “the tube,”

That’s NOT the Real Jesus – just some-other goofy boob!

Now, I ain’t “dissing” boobies, ‘cause-I need me some warm milk,

And it REALLY – beats The Heck – outta homogenized – and Silk®

My LOVER, like I said, don’t have – no per-i-ods,

So-she’s-always ready – for “a twist,” with orgasms, myri-ads!

It’s-enough to drive you wild, insane;

But, remember! The searching? it’s just inane;

However-IF! a pretty girl comes – knockin’ at your door,

And says words like: “ … ready-to-be your whore,”

By golly, fellows! (pause) Take her little hand,

And, come-on – take-it-off – to The Promised Land,

And do kiss and cuddle – ‘til The Morning Light,

Menage a trois! It can be – outta sight! 🙂 – Where two or more are gathered …

fin ❤

    • And! I’m also a lying so-and-so! Trust NO ONE! (Unless you want to!!) Of course, occasionally I take a little nap! BUT THEN! Back again!! You-know!

… we found Jesus! Yippee! Hey! Stop IT! Stop eating all the whipped cream! … and strawberries! Hey! That’s The LAST Straw – berry!