Sleepless days. Letter to my HUSBAND



The “Dark-Night” of-The-Soul,*
It-is-when-you-know you’re-not-in-control?!?!?
And-all-hope is-REALLY GONE,
For-you-DON’T-WANNA keep-“goin’-on!”
It-can-last for a day, a month or a year,
BUT – It-always-lasts FOREVER! and you-won’t shed a tear,
Because fear’s-gone! there’s-only:-PERPETUAL-TERROR,
Since you KNOW, you know: You-are-simply-IN -ERROR!
You-WILL! go-to-HELL – ’cause-you’re-already-there,
And The Folks “outside” (Thank God!!!!!!!!!) are-not-aware,
As you pull your hair and beat your body,
With-no-desire (except to die)! What-a-pa[r]ty!
Later, when people say: “You-WERE out-of-it?”*
You-can-reply: “I never left, and-even-now, every-bit,
Of-this-life is-a-joke! a-big-ol’-JOKE!” (pause)
Or – You can be real quiet, so-as-not-to provoke,
Those who never or have not (yet?) “gone,”
And-may-not-BE-AWARE, of what’s it like to be “a pawn,”
Some- people have-just-never “lost their voice!”
And, if you can say there’s existence after THAT,
You’re prob’bly lying, in-this “Year of-The-CAT!”
Yet, you can’t “look away” from the dark and vacant stares,
Of others going through THIS, pulling out their hairs!
Plus, if you hear: “(S)he’s-just SELF-ABSORBED,”
You can smile – and-know, The Speaker’s STILL “on board,”
THEY JUST DON’T KNOW, for-this-is A Ship of Fools,
And our beings are ALL subject – to someone else’s rules!
The rules may be OURS, but our “eyes” can’t tell,
Until we’re locked away? in-the-imaginary Bowels-of-Hell!
Dark! Night! Are stars? really-bright?
We’re-ALL caught! tight! in-WRONG! and-RIGHT!

DARK NIGHT!” a poem March 2, 2019 [Thor’s Day]

fin <3 – a.k.a.: Existential Crisis a.k.a.: “Meltdown!”

** – Whatever the heck IT is! or means!!! 🙂 – I guess THEIR idea of sanity!!

“It’s likely NOT ‘The Dark Night,’ with which you had to deal, IF you still think there’s A GOD, after your ordeal!!” The Mystic Poet.

Past thoughts of the DAY 😀😳🤓🤪

It’s been almost 150 years now and I STILL haven’t gotten my promised anti-gravitational underwear.


“LIFE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Handy Tips On How To Behave At The Death Of The World!” 2 May 2019 [Thursday]😁

“LIFE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Handy Tips On How To Behave At The Death Of The World!” 2 May 2019 [Thursday]

We’re ALL DEAD-there’s-no-life-here! What-cha-think-o’-that?
And-does-it-matter-anyway? ILLUSION’s-always-ready-for-a-chat!

It’s AMAZING – how animation can pass for something living,
And-how-what-seems-like-energy can animate without giving,
US any certainty of anything! Yet, what-do-expect-“the-dead”-to-know!
Cellular blobs? sliming around! with-no-idea-how-they-go!

So, go-into The Night, and-find a big, yellow sphere,
Seeming to shine-with-light? Shining-around-here!

We measure? We think? We play and-speculate,
And-we’ve-no-idea-what-this-is except-“God”-on-a-date!
A date with ITSELF! Let’s-take-guesses-all-day,
Believing-we’re-SOMETHING! So-we-so love to pray!

Let’s-pray-to-“another:” Who’s-invisible, sitting-in-other-planes!
We want-to believe we’re here somewhere – and-that we’ve-got-some-brains,
To provide movement and order, convincing us we’re not insane,
As we stroll down some avenue, we-call “Memory Lane!”

Our sanity is determined – by any model we like!
Dead-people-can’t-be-“choosers;” here, pass me “the mike,”
And-I’ll-sing: “We’re-in-This-Together!” Together! and-we,
Have GOOD REASON to hope – for-an E- turn – ity!

Smile, lifeless being – and [imagine] do[ing] lots of things,
With a sad, silly confidence – instilled-by-False-Kings!
And, remember: You-don’t-have-to-smell-like-it, even-though-you’re-dead; (pause)
Just-be-sure-and-wash-your-feet- privates, armpits-and-your-head!

fin <3

Editor Dazzled

Thought for the day,

Looking through a glass case

Pondering life

Scratching their heads

Or head

My thoughts on the picture below is a reminder

” reality is perhaps I dont give a rats Ass (et) 🤗Interesting stuff that isn’t it folks 😁