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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 ❤

Texas Cowboy

“HOW TO PLAY!”* a poem a.k.a.: “The Play’s The Thing!” 8 Nov 2018 (THOR)

Don’t play to win; don’t play to lose!

PLAY IN BETWEEN – but – play as you choose!

Play! in-an enthus-ia-ass-tical way;

Play for enjoyment (even-when-“in-the-fray!”)

BUT – PLAY WITH A GRACE, TO LOSE, WIN OR DRAW:

Play in The Sunshine – or-“under lights!”

[RAH!]

PLAY! For-excitement! Sweat-it-up, Hon!

But, especially, My-Friend – PLAY FOR THE FUN,

And loving (pause) ness – of-every – lob, smash and shot;

Play you some _______* – with-the- ________ ** you brought!

Play with some new balls – or the old ones you have,

Strap on those balls! Slap on some salve,

For-aches-‘n’-pains – and PLAY – FOR A WHILE,

But don’t play TOO LONG – maybe-play-for-a-mile!

Remember, my chum, you big, stinky bum,

Don’t play with no anger – and you-CAN – suck-on your (my) thumb!

Play with a smile! SHOUT, LAUGH & CHEER,

And, if you’ve played really well, let’s shed us a tear! 🙂 – Rah, rah, rah!

fin ❤

    • TENNIS! and other things!!

** – Fill it in! perhaps, RACQUET or – lover!

MYSTIC POET

“DON’T GO TOO FAR! OH, OK, GO A HEAD OR TWO OR MORE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Dark Hole Of Calcutta Meets The Hydra!” a.k.a.: “Many Heads – For Maximum Pleasure.” (Adam & Eve Adult Toy Store) November 8, 2018 (Thor’s Day)

The Dark Hole of Calcutta – is dark, but shining through,

A gaping-cav’rnous cave, (pause) with sexy-echos true!

I’m goin’ on right in-there! I really can not wait;

The Dark Hole of Calcutta! I know I’ve found my “mate!”

I’m goin’ in there NOW – (pause) before my “lovie-poo,”

Snaps her legs quite shut – and severs me in two,

But I’M THE DREADED HYDRA! I’m really not a liar:

Just cleave me in two – for-a-DUET-of-DESIRE!

Two – two – of me! Jockeying for position!

Cleave us BOTH, my Honey, and you’ve got FOUR for The Mission,

Of DEEP EXPLORATION – We like to go DEEP!

Be still, my little Darling! DON’T – YOU – WEEP,

For, WE-will be-gentle! O.M.G.! (Now) THERE’S 8,

And 16 – and 32 – and THE PUMP – feels great,

And-MORE-and-MORE – Fast, by The Score,

And-YOU-SCREAM: “I’m PREGNANT!” Then!-a-ROAR,

From-The Earth Goddess, She’ll-conceive RIGHT SOON,

And, SUDDENLY, There’s-no-balloon!

(Whew!)

Plop goes The Weasel – A Bouncing Baby Boy,

Who looks like Donald Trump – or-maybe-Leonard-Nimoy!

So, O.M.G.! It’s TWINS! But WAIT! Yes! Now, it’s 3,

And they are with Jim Neighbors, all singing with great glee!!

Then, 4! Then, 5! Then, Oh, My God!

We’ve-a-fine-rock-band – and our-Todd Elrod,

Is the-lead-singer, and his-dog doth howl!

The Dark-Hole-of-Calcultta – is-once-more on-The-Prowl,

For more sexy guys – to lure-into The Way,

O-of Sweet Oblivion and (pause) a ro-oll in The Hay!

Slow down, now – here, Facebook Friend,

This poem will surely, shortly end:

And YOU-CAN-NOT-HELP BUT FEEL HER VIBE,

And sniff-her-essence! Let’s-imbibe! 🙂 – Oh, Wow-za!

fin ❤

EDITOR: What ever you on lol I want a bucket ful 🤣😂😁

TEXAS COWBOY

“MY PERSPECTIVE ON BEAUTY!” a poem Wednesday: 11/7/2018

She’s-been-in-my-dreams a-thousand-times;

OF COURSE! She’s-included – in all of my rhymes:

When I see her clearly – she’s short – and FULL,

Filled with juices – I love to pull!

She’s MY IDEAL – and-I-go-crazy!

Perhaps her name is: Marge – or Mazie,

But, when our eyes meet, or our lips do touch,

I swoon away! She might be Dutch,

For her hair is blonde, BUT – her skin’s not fair!

I think I’m lookin’ – for a sexy bear!

There are different forms of beauty – it’s-true!

Some like tall! But – Here’s my view:

The Jews say: “Shorter’s-closer – to-The-Earth’s-perfection!”

I-think this influences – my selection!

The Earth’s perfection – is-at the CORE, you see;

I’ve found PERFECTION – at least for me!

I’ll bend-down-and-listen – to her sweet voice;

She’s filled with petrol – FULL – and CHOICE,

And-my dreamy maiden’s accent’s exotic;

Her moves and tones!

They are hypnotic! 🙂 – Swoon, swoonie-woo

fin ❤

MYSTIC POET

“JESUS SHOWS!” a poem November 7, 2018 – Wednesday!

That-singer-in-our-choir – was late, almost every time!

USUALLY! Only-by-a-few-minutes! So, perhaps, it was no crime.

“Are-you-gonna-make-it (pause) on-time-for-The-Show?”

Asked our conductor. “Well, I dunno!”

“The Singer” said; “BUT I’ll try – my ve-ry best,”

And other choir members – Well! They cleared their melodious-chest(s)!

So! Concert Night arrived, and, by golly, it-was-then (that)

JESUS ARRIVED! He arrived to – gather men,

And women – The (celestial) choir, of course, was FIRST,

ONTO THE SHUTTLE – They-were highly “trained,” “well versed,”

Since they had been singing Hymns and religious selections,

For MANY a-concert – with-perfect rhythm & inflections!

Thus, they were “primed,” awaiting-fo’ “The Ascension,”

But HE (The Singer, who HAD arrived “on time” for The Concert) was reluctant! “I’ll stay IN THIS DIMENSION,”

AND SING! Even-without the other choir members’ support!”

Well, The Blessed Jesus – (pause) SIMPLY gave-a-snort,

Taking The Masses Heaven-ward,

And The Bass Singer SANG ALONE! (pause) and was NOT perturbed!

As HE sang (you guessed it!) The REAL JESUS did show:

“Where’s everybody?” “Well, I don’t-know!

Din-they-go-WITH YOU!” “Not me! Must-a-been-The-Other-Guy!”

And The Real JESUS – SIMPLY heaved a sigh! –

“The other guy (usually) gets ‘em, but I’ll not fret!”

So (on Concert Night) JESUS and J-Jay – sang a duet!

fin ❤

“Sometimes it’s better to be late, fashionably late, by a few minutes! It gives the room some time to breathe!” The Mystic Poet.

“What-does-Jesus-looks-like, so we won’t miss-’im, when He comes!”

“He’s kinda pretty, blonde hair – tits-and-a-(fine)-pair-o’-bums!”

“Well, that sounds like pretty Marilyn, who-used-t’-live-down-The-Street!”

“Well, they ARE second cousins – genetics-ya-just-can’t-beat!”

The Golden Mean they call it: for really perfect ratios!

What-in-The-World does-it-all-mean – when-then considering,

F- – – – – – – s?


TEXAS COWBOY

7Fantastic M!

“ANOTHER WONDERFUL RACE!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Love is Always Waiting!” Monday: Nov. 5, 2018

Marbles! WE! in space and time,

Trying-to-complete our-furious-rhyme!

Racing! – BUT – against no one,

Only I – can race and run,

Against myself – I’ll ALWAYS win!

I’ll ALWAYS LOSE – I’ll always sin,

When-I-THINK – there – are – other “marb”s

(That) Must be “beat!” I need more carbs!

To-keep me going! To-keep me strong!

Marble Races! All day long!

Why-don’t-I-rest? Aren’t-I-in-the-lead?!

So, I’ll “pull-over,” I will CONCEDE!

Yet, as-the-potential-VICTOR, I note (that) no one,

Is-Coming – down! And-The-Setting-Sun,

Still sees NO ONE – at my tail!

Why-am-I-racing? The Holy Grail,

Might-be: (pause) To-know,

I’ve no-place-to-go!

And no race to run!

So! I’ll-(just) bask-(here) In-The Sun!

Then! What’s that? I hear your voice!

I turn around! I have no choice!

You say: “I’ve-been-calling! But you’ve-been-racing!”

So-now-that-I’ve-stopped – stopped all my pacing!

I-do notice LOVE – has-been-always-knocking!

So! I’ll-stop-racing!! And! Get to-”futterwalking!” 🙂 -Yay!

fin. ❤

TEXAS COWBOY

“THE FEELING GAME!”* a poem. * – “Never Letting It Get Outta Hand!” November 6, 2018 (Two-z-Day!) Series: “I’ll Love You Forever And You Don’t Have To Love Me Back!”

Feelings! So important – for they can so impact our life!

Even little feelings! They can have such MAJOR strife!

So! Protect your precious feelings – and the feelings of each friend,

That you love and cherish – for, in the very end,

(IF there really is AN END! to any of this mess)

Feelings will be paramount – for-they-can-create awful-stress!

So, perhaps! It-behooves each-of-us, to take a measured view,

To have great faith and sympathy – to avoid a life too “blue,”

For there are MANY HAPPENINGS – that can cause us fear, concern,

Without a stiff resolve, my Dear – fee-lings-can burn and burn,

Just like a blazing wildfire, that, at first, was just a flame!

Please don’t allow your feelings – to-go-berzerk! Then, it’s a game!

Try THIS game! It’s “MONITORING FEELINGS:” and having an outlet,

Like exercise – or helping friends – GOOD MOVEMENT’S A GOOD BET,

To move your body and/or your mind,

I think this always is quite kind!

Respect your feelings, SURE,

But – do not let them blur,

You to-the-fact – that they can take,

Us-on-a-journey FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE!

To places that-maybe we need not go,

Sometimes, YES! Let-your-feelings-show;

Sometimes! Tell-feelings: “Your game’s NOT NICE,

And I’m in charge – You Guys! ON ICE!! 🙂 – Whoa! Whoopee!

fin ❤

“FEELINGS CAN BE TRICKY!!” a postscript-ual poem.

Feelings can-really man-ipulate,

YOU!-so-sometimes! Just sleep late,

And have a certain attitude:

“Devil-May-Care” might-help-purty-goo-ood,*

And TRY – to-respect – the feelings of,

OTHER FOLKS! I think – it’s LOVE,

To be concerned AND do your best,

“Your Brother’s Keeper” – is-not-a-bad-test,

BUT! Some folks – use their feelings like Hell,

To-manipulate EVERYONE! This, I tell,

As a warning! WATCH SUCH FOLK,

Or else! On YOU – will be “the joke!!”

fin? ❤

    • pronounced: GOO – d (gude)!