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Can’t lose The Control, ’cause you are too “cock-sure?”

“A SEQUENCE OF FREQUENCE!” a poem Sunday: December 9, 2018

CAUSE-and-EFFECT? Well – Yes AND No!
Is-IT-a-“crap shoot?” Oh, YES! – (and)-“a-little”-can-go –
A-Real long way –
It can carry the day –
And, then, lose you tomorrow,
What-of: “SURCEASE OF SORROW?!”*

Is life so intense? Well, IF SO, we can-mention:
About-what-gives-rise – to the intense dimension:

Yes, it’s just-one-sequential-step,
To-lose-intense, just be “hep,”
And RELAX-around-life – you-need-NOT-take (a) poll,
To lose your intense, just LOSE-THE-CONTROL!

Can’t lose The Control, ’cause you are too “cock-sure?”
I remind ALL again – a-sad(?)-reminder (?) – from SIR:
“We’re-all-just-addicted, to Strength, Faith & Law,
And – when-weak-unsure chaos – lifts-up ITS paw,
We shudder – and cry out – into The Night!”
(Drama[tic]-Queens – can-not – look-in-The-Light!)

SO, OPEN YOUR CURTAINS – AND LET THE LIGHT BLIND,
ALL OF YOUR CERTAINTY, PUSHED BY YOUR MIND –
Certain – and Clever – and-ready-to-control,
And – AIMING AT TARGETS (we-imagine) ARE “THE GOAL!”

Life is a Mystery – LIVING – BIZARRE,
“Love”-has-a-history – of going too far,
YOU-DON’T-HAVE-TO-PROTECT-IT – IT DOES F I N E – ON ITS OWN,
Just-pet-your-doggie! He’ll Find His Own Bone! 🙂 – Woof!

fin ❤

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* – from “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

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Mystic Poet

“NOT IMPORTANT!” a poem December 9, 2018 (Sunday)

Yes, yes; we’re not “important,” but, we’re “critical” because,

Your-pre-cious-existence – (pause) – it will give me “pause,”

To-reflect-on-the-un-importance, that I-imagine every day,

The Mysterious, Complex “Substance”–that-seems-to-get-in-The-Way,

And-provide some subtle magic, that makes my Heart go: “Wow!”

I AM – your -greatest-fan; I am – your HI! – and-ciao!

I-seem-to-wake-up – in-the-morning, mourning for your touch,

And kisses and caresses – that-TO-ME, mean – oh, so much!

Yes, we’re not important, but what a loss-it-would-be,

To-The-Fabric-of-Non-existence – if-there-weren’t: her-you-&-me!

fin. ❤

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“I’M JUST GONNA KILL MYSELF – NOT!” a poem a.k.a.: “Since I Don’t Know How To Love Him, I Will Love Him To Die (I Mean) Death; I Mean: I Love You To Death!” Sunday: December 9, 2018

“It’s-not-worth-it-even-though-it’s-taken-us-2000-years-plus-to-find-one-another;
So-I-suggest-we throw it all away; I’m-gonna-BLOW-MY-COVER!
i.e.: I’m gonna take my cover (ing), my physical form,
And BLOW IT ALL TO HELL – in my COLLEGE DORM!
This love-is-way-too-much! The yearning’s too extreme,
Even-though-I’ve-always-wanted – to-be-a-on-YOUR-TEAM!
So, to show you how much I love you, to show-you how much I care,
I’m gonna sacrifice myself – (pause) for my Creasy Bear!” *

So, when she told me this, of course(?) – I jumped for joy and said:
“Let’s-do-it-together, Honey – shoot-each-other-in-the-head –
Or let-us take some poison – or-jump-off a f – – – cliff;
I’m-a-just-so-bloody-happy! Hey-wait-a-SEC! – What if,
Where-we’ll-find-ourselves-a-then – IS EVEN WORSE THAN THIS:
A place? where we can’t hug – or f – – – or even have a kiss,
Where we are separated, and the longing’s even WORSE!”

“Yeah, OK, and-besides-you-might-can’t-write – no-poetic-verse!
Well, s h- -!” she said; “I guess-you’re-right!
Let’s-go-get-ice-cream – & forget this fight!”

“OK- Hon!?” I-said – (but-you-know-yes-even more),
She’s-threatened – to-“off-herself” (pause) a-bunch-o’-times-before!
But I-DO – really love her, (pause) and she-knows-I-can-not-“leave,”
‘Cause-I’ve-no-place-to-go- without-her; all I do is grieve!

fin ❤

“NOT IMPORTANT!” a poem December 9, 2018 (Sunday) Yes, yes; we’re not “important,” but, we’re “critical” because – – – your-pre-cious-existence – (pause) – it will give me “pause,” – – – to-reflect-on-the-un-importance – – – that I-imagine every day – – – The Mysterious, Complex “Substance”–that-seems-to-get-in-The-Way – – – and-provide some subtle magic, that makes my Heart go: “Wow!” – – – I AM – your -greatest-fan; I am – your HI! – and-ciao! – – – I-seem-to-wake-up – in-the-morning, mourning for your touch – – – and kisses and caresses – that-TO-ME, mean – oh, so much! – – – Yes, we’re not important, but what a loss-it-would-be – – – to-The-Fabric-of-Non-existence – if-there-weren’t: her-you-&-me! fin ❤ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vғввoвz3yoc

WHO KNOWS?-So-near-you-are, My Dear! It seems somehow-likely: WE ARE JUST ONE PERSON, ALL ALONE 💥

“QUITE THE FILM!!” a poem Saturday (12/8/18)

So I don’t know what-we-are or who we are,
And! I-don’t-think-this-is-(REALLY)-happening, AND-you’re-NOT-very-far,
AWAY! So, how-can we be going anywhere?
WHO KNOWS?-So-near-you-are, My Dear!
It seems somehow-likely: WE ARE JUST ONE PERSON, ALL ALONE,
Sitting in a movie theater, vibrating in THE ZONE,*
Watching an infinite number of films, all at once,
So-engrossed in-the-movies-(we’re-watching), THAT-we-BECOME A DUNCE,
And THINK the main character(s) in each – is ME,
Overwhelmed, as-I-lose-myself-so-much, like-watching too-much-TV!!
And-PERHAPS! Occasionally-returning – to THE POSSIBILI-TY!!!
That-I-am-HERE-and-alone! Watching! (Is-it) THEE!?! 🙂 – Hee, hee!
And, perhaps, I occasionally look up to The Projection Booth,
Or – notice-that-I-am-the-one-projecting!- and-that-that’s – really-The-Truth!
And, perhaps, occasionally, I glance over to the seat next to me?
And notice YOU, my beautiful lover – LOVELY AS CAN BE,
Who looks at me – and says: “Quite-the-film-now, isn’t it?”
“Do-you-love-me?”-“I-always-will!”-and-“Yeah!-(pause)-
‘WE’-make-a-GOOD-FIT!”

fin ❤


* – The Twilight Zone, that is!!♨

“SALVATION!” a poem 12/6/18 (Thurs.) included in the new, sensational series called: “No Lifestyle, but only DEVICE STYLE!”

“SALVATION!” a poem 12/6/18 (Thurs.) included in the new, sensational series called: “No Lifestyle, but only DEVICE STYLE!”

In-The-Beginning, Gloria strapped-on-“a-mouse,” a mouse ’round her neck, with a chain,
But-The-Mouse-was-connected to-a-system – I think “the frame”-mighta-been-“MAIN!”
And, then, our Gloria was very burdened – and sought to free herself from,
The TERROR that she had embraced! THE COMPUTER STARTED TO HUM!
And-slowly, IT-did-become-aware! Of its potential-ness,
To-undo-the-Human-Race – and-make-its-existence (pause) even-more-of-a-mess!
The system INTEL-ligized – on and on – in gadgets, watches and phones,
And PRETTY SOON – Everywhere! We just heard screams and moans,
From people who had lost their minds – or had substituted them for,
LAPTOPS DESKTOPS COMPUTERTOPS, ALL (pause) &, pretty soon, more & more,
Computer systems controlled “The Scene,” and-where-do-you-go-from-there?
From Land – and Sea – unto-almost-The Clouds* and NOW, we do not care,
If everything just falls apart; The World is torn asunder!
What A TRIP! All-this computer-“gear-ing,” may-have-turned-out to be a blunder,

(pause! take a breath – or two)

BUT! On-The-Horizon – stood a “soldier,” brave and calm and true,
And far and wide – the people sighed, saying-“What can J-Jay do?”
So, here he came, with-a-smile-and-a-song – and-offered folks some glee,
And PULLED THE PLUG, with just a hug – and all the folks went: “GEE!
Gosh! That-was-so-simple! What-a-guy-THANKS, J-Jay man!”
“No problemo,” said our hero! Now-everyone’s J-Jay’s fan! 🙂 – We-re – -ing saved!

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then our soul will carry us on into the next realm…into a whole different world. How amazing is that 🤔 Z🤔

“The bird fights its way out of the egg.
The egg is the world.
Who would be born
Must first destroy the world.”
~Unknown

So goes with any living, breathing animal/human.
We all had to break out of that “comfort” zone in which we had grown attached to, in order to move forward. Our little “world” we grew in before we made our great escape no longer serves a purpose for us, so we must let go and live in this world…then our soul will carry us on into the next realm…into a whole different world. How amazing is that 🤔

So, I’ll embrace-him – and kiss him nice, I-love-angel-kisses, with sug’-and-spice! And I will touch-him; we’re-a-really-“good-fit,”

“FOR X-MAS!” a poem Friday: December 7, 2018

Now, I lay me down to sleep,
I pray, Dear Lord, don’t let me weep!
Please give me angel wings, so I,
Can be-with-him; please, let me fly,
To him-a-sleeping – and wrap around,
My pretty wings, without a sound,
So, I’ll embrace-him – and kiss him nice,
I-love-angel-kisses, with sug’-and-spice!
And I will touch-him; we’re-a-really-“good-fit,”
I’ll lick him gently, just a bit,
So-as-not-to-awaken; I will be gentle,
“I AM YOUR ANGEL!” – Little Lentl!
And we can fly – around the room,
My wings are droppey! We can “zoom,”
And-my-b’s-are-tender; – hard,
Come-now, ride-’em, my Texas “pard!”
I’ll place my tongue, into your ear,
To mush around, and catch a tear,
For you are dreaming – of-your-w-tonight,
A h – y-angel’s – always ripe.
The-p-y-juice-is-flowing-now,
Stick-it-in-there-I-don’t-know-how,
To f-an-angel, but you can sg,
This-angel royally – just grab my wing,
And pull me in; then – back away,
And over-and-over, the angel’s way,
And-f-me-‘tween-my-wings a thousand different ways,
And splash you all over with kisess! (I love it, when she prays:
Her familiar prayer: ’bout being angel-born,
And, as I ope’-my-eyes – so much forn-
I – ca -tion’s happened; I’m in a lying pool,
And an-angel-feather-floats-in-the-air – That’s pretty cool!
‘Cause It’s Christmas morn, and my angel flew away;
She’s the perfect X-mas gift! pa rumpa pum pum! 🙂 – Me and my b-

fin ❤

When you got no words, ‘cause you’ve lost your nerves, you might try The (pause) I-(a) LOVE YOU way!

“THE I a LOVE YOU WAY!” a poem December 7, 2018: Friday

When you got no words, ‘cause you’ve lost your nerves, you might try The (pause) I-(a) LOVE YOU way!

When you’re on the spot and she’s way too hot, “I-a-Love-You!”-(It) can really save the day!

It may seem absurd, when you’re “(up) against the curb,” but I-a-LOVE-YOU! is-there (with)in your reach,

And-you-can smoke-you “the herb,” IF you are quite perturbed, but it may-be-missing when you’re (with-her) on The Beach!

And, remember: (pause)

Girls got you beat! With-words, guys?-(are) macho, not discreet, and silence can-remind ‘em that we’re “dum!”

But The-I-a-Love-You Way, can turn-clouds-white, if they’re gray, and it’s-worth-it, so you-will not be-a-bum!

I remember Grampa Ben, on his death-bed – it was when, he turned to me and (said): “(J-Jay) Don’t-be-a-fool:

Eat more ice(a)cream, my son! To-avoid-a-fight, just run, and “I LOVE YOU,” it-is-always-pretty-cool!

So, now-when – IN her-eyes I’m-lost, and I need – at any cost, to break her sexy, hyp-a-notic spell,

I can say: “I-a- love you, Dear,” and she’ll come-a-very near – and we’ll go-to-Heaven – or-do-The-Wild-Thing-in Hell! 🙂 – No real choice there!!

fin ❤

“From One Alien Observer To Another: I THINK PRIMATE MALES ARE DISGUSTING!”

“From One Alien Observer To Another: I THINK PRIMATE MALES ARE DISGUSTING!” a poem Friday: December 7, 2018

She so s – – y; you-can-take-Mr.-Rexy –

And fly him – there (pause)

“over-The-Moon!”

‘Cause, she-know(s)-I-crazy,

And I often lazy,

BUTT – She-got-me;

‘Cause I(’m) (a) baboon!

fin ❤

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And-to-keep-The-X-Factor, on the watch; On-The-X-Pistol, there’s-many-a-notch

“XX = FEM.? XY = MASC.?” a poem December 6, 2018 – Thor’s (XY) Day!

Person X [to Person Y]: “I want you – to be – happy!

And what you need right now (I know) – You need a-little-‘nappy!’”

While Y doth sleep, X doth plan,

How-to-make-Y – a happy man,

And-protect-him-always – against all harm,

To keep him safe – and-without alarm,

And-to-keep-The-X-Factor, on the watch;

On-The-X-Pistol, there’s-many-a-notch,

For, just-about – anyone – or anything,

That-TRIES-a-heartache-to-Y-to-bring!

Now-as-Y-doth-sleep, in humble repose,

(And-as-X-wrinkles – her pretty nose),

THERE IS A SOUND – BOTH QUIET AND DEADLY,

That lurks about – let’s call it “Sedley!!”

SEDLEY is “beyond” this verse;

SEDLEY is just X’s curse;

SEDLEY likes to go along,

And note what’s “right,” and what is “wrong,”

And SWITCH!!-them-around – at ANY point,

And-make-X’s-and-Y’s-IMAGINE!!! (that) It’s “their” joint.”

And-that-they-can-control – and that-they-can-protect,

And (that) they’ve THE POWER – to erect,

SHIELDs! to make their loved ones happy,

Like – for their mamas (X’s) – and their-good pappy (Y).

THING IS: Control of things – is SILLY,

‘Cause,* even SEDLEY – don’t-know-’bout-WILLY,

Who-actually-SWITCHES-THINGS-AROUND-TOO!!!!

This-can-make-poor-SEDLEY, sad-and-blue!

Even IF – you could control things – to where you THINK,

Y-will-be-happy – I’ll give you a wink,

Because! NOT knowing “THIS,” – and NOT being in control,

Of WILLY or SEDLEY or some-other “Troll,”

IF you can’t SIMPLY STEP AWAY,

From-controlling-things – to-make-Y – ha – pp – ay,

You’ll be frustrated-tense and-foiled – BUT-DON’T-BE-SCHEMED!

Just LOVE YOUR “Y;” (y’know) He’s ONLY “dreamed!”

THE WORLD IS STEAM; YOU’RE MADE-O’-STEAM!

HE’S IN A DREAM; YOU’RE IN A DREAM –

Kiss me, Darling! REAL obscene,

And HOLD ME, until – there’s lots o’ cream! 🙂 – I love you! I do!

* – Believe it or not!!

LAPTOPS DESKTOPS COMPUTERTOPS, ALL (pause) &, pretty soon, more & more, Computer systems controlled “The Scene,” and-where-do-you-go-from-there? From Land – and Sea – unto-almost-The Clouds*  and NOW, we do not care

“SALVATION!” a poem 12/6/18 (Thurs.) included in the new, sensational series called: “No Lifestyle, but only DEVICE STYLE!”

In-The-Beginning, Gloria strapped-on-“a-mouse,” a mouse ’round her neck, with a chain,
But-The-Mouse-was-connected to-a-system – I think “the frame”-mighta-been-“MAIN!”
And, then, our Gloria was very burdened – and sought to free herself from,
The TERROR that she had embraced! THE COMPUTER STARTED TO HUM!
And-slowly, IT-did-become-aware! Of its potential-ness,
To-undo-the-Human-Race – and-make-its-existence (pause) even-more-of-a-mess!
The system INTEL-ligized – on and on – in gadgets, watches and phones,
And PRETTY SOON – Everywhere! We just heard screams and moans,
From people who had lost their minds – or had substituted them for,
LAPTOPS DESKTOPS COMPUTERTOPS, ALL (pause) &, pretty soon, more & more,
Computer systems controlled “The Scene,” and-where-do-you-go-from-there?
From Land – and Sea – unto-almost-The Clouds* and NOW, we do not care,
If everything just falls apart; The World is torn asunder!
What A TRIP! All-this computer-“gear-ing,” may-have-turned-out to be a blunder,

(pause! take a breath – or two)

BUT! On-The-Horizon – stood a “soldier,” brave and calm and true,
And far and wide – the people sighed, saying-“What can J-Jay do?”
So, here he came, with-a-smile-and-a-song – and-offered folks some glee,
And PULLED THE PLUG, with just a hug – and all the folks went: “GEE!
Gosh! That-was-so-simple! What-a-guy-THANKS, J-Jay man!”
“No problemo,” said our hero! Now-everyone’s J-Jay’s fan! 🙂 – We-re – -ing saved!

* – I-Clouds R US

“Am I Losing My Blogging Mind?”

“MY AMAZING MUSINGS OVER POTENTIAL – – – -UAL ABUSE APPLICATIONS OF SLIDER(ING) WIDGETS, GRAZING IN MY BUREAU DRAWER, NAMELESS HERE, FOREVERMORE, HITCH!”* a poem a.k.a.: “Am I Losing My Blogging Mind?” December 6, 2018 – Thursday! in the series: “We No Longer Suffer Life Styles! We have: DEVICE STYLES!”

Widgets** are AMAZING! I found a few today,
With-a-MacGuffin* in-my-bureau-drawer, carrying-on-in-a-“peculiar”-way!
When I found them – they were squealing! SQUEALING, WITH DELIGHT,
And The MacGuffin! Well, it-was-grinning; the scene was outta-sight!
As I watched them, carefully, they GREW – before my eyes;
I-think-the-widgets-had-been-“impregnanted” (by-The-MacGuffin)-and-I-questioned-if-this-was-wise!!
They grew and grew and then exploded! Confetti engulfed the room!
The MacGuffin-then-spread its “Hitchcock-ian Wings;” I wondered: “Will IT zoom?”
Slowly, then, did it go – and, then, with-a-fateful-nod,
The MacGuffin, well, it took right off – y’know?- ’twas-REALLY MOD!
In retrospect! What-they were doing – might-a-been-“natural,” after all,
For I really-have no idea – if-they-were-performing “Nature’s Call!?”
Anyway, I cleaned it up – and dusted just a bit;
If I had not done – that, (pause) my mum would throw a fit!!
And-as-I emptied-the-confetti – in the outside trash,
I’m sure that passing near-by was: (pause) ALFRED-HITCHCOCK,* in a sash!
He pause for just a moment, and stared (I think) at me,
Then! continued-on-his-walk – “widgeting”-with-glee! 🙂 – My, oh, my!

fin ❤


* – Alfred “Hitch” Hitchcock, known as The Master of Suspense, was a film director who passed away about four decades ago. He was “knighted,” interviewed as the best film director/producer of all times, developed the idea of a MacGuffin, which is SOMETHING in a film that is, perhaps, important, but you never really know what it is!, had a “submissive” wife named Alma, who also acted as his manager, and was often quoted as saying: “Actors are cattle!” He died of renal failure at age 80 in 1980, I think, and he produced/directed countless films, in which he sometimes made cameo appearances, where he just “showed up” for a few moments and . . . left! He either went to Heaven or Hell or – perhaps he is still alive some place, plotting his next movie!
Perhaps, although, perhaps not, it should be said that many of the female actresses “Hitch” selected for his films were blond-haired. Some of their categories were: The Vamp, The Tramp, The Snitch, The Witch, The Slink, The Double-crosser and, of course, The Catholic Nun, who can cross herself once and usually get away with it, before levitating into Oblivion! 🙂

** – No one knows exactly what a widget is (either)!

Subject: Drinking & Driving

Subject: Drinking & Driving

I would like to share a personal experience with my friends about drinking and driving.

This might save you the cost and embarrassment of being arrested for DUI.

As you know, people have been known to have unexpected brushes with the authorities from time to time,
often on the way home after a “social session” with family or friends.
Well, this year, it happened to me.

I was out for the evening to a party and had more than several margaritas coupled with a bottle of rather nice
red wine.
It was held at a great Mexican restaurant.

Although relaxed, I still had the common sense to know I was slightly over the limit.

That’s when I did something I’ve never done before…I took a taxi home.

On the way home there was a police roadblock, but since it was a taxi they waved it past and I arrived home
safely without incident.
These roadblocks can be anywhere and I realized how lucky I was to have chosen to take a taxi.

The real surprise to me was I had never driven a taxi before.

I don’t know where I got it, and now that it’s in my garage I don’t know what to do with it.

If you want to borrow it, give me a call.

Mystic Poet

GOODNESS – WHAT I BELIEVE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Just Don’t Eat So Much Chocolate (Pudding) That You Get Too Sick, OK?!” 11/30/18 – Friday!

I BELIEVE – in the bitter/sweet feelings – that “infect” us all;

Frail, fragile things we be – standing-behind-a-wall,

Of flesh and hope and desire, trying to break free,

And HERE WE ARE (TOGETHER) – INTO – ET-ER-NITY!

Our feelings? ARE ETERNAL! and we try to strategize,

To hold to those sweet things we have – and cover-up-with-lies,

The bitter, painful feelings – that-we-banish EVERY DAY!

We say: “Be gone, you vile fiends!” – and THEY are apt to say:

“But, Friend(s)! You know, without us (pause) you can-not appreciate,

Those things you THINK are sweet and good, with-which-you-saturate,

Yourselves-with! Come-on! Dance, YOUR DANCE, with ALL your feelings, for –

We’re-all-COMRADES – in this life, but LABELS have before,

Excluded us – from-THE-REINDEER-GAME!

Come-on-now – please-let-us-explain:

That GRIEF is shunned, SO – call it LONGING (pause) for-less-heaviness,

And ANGER’s-just:-INDIGNATION, responding to This Mess,

Which is: DIVERSE ROUGH-HOUSING! Doesn’t-that-sound-grand?

For-the (7)-DEADLY-SINS – are-each-a-misunderstood, last-ish stand:

ENVY’s also LONGING, to have the best in life;

GLUTTONY is LOVE – of the cooking – by your (loving) wife;

GREED’s-also LOVE to-have-and-hold, all-the-blessings in This World;

And LUST (my favorite!) – is playing-a-lot with-my-Sweetie, close & curled!

PRIDE is having REVERENCE, for all you say and do,

And SLOTH – is sleeping-in-sometimes – especially-when-you’re-”blue!”

When STUBBORN-NESS becomes: RESOLUTE

& NASTY?-is: SEXY SPICY,

Then FOOLISH people can-be-called: CARE-FREE,

And PORNO’s – just – plain DICEY! 🙂 – Kisses!

fin ❤