New Age


Pushed away at every turn
Why did I spend all that time
Trying to learn
Everything important in the world today
To then hear the man spurn me away?
I did my part
And grew up strong,
I won’t be told that
I am wrong.
I paid my dues and now the news
I hear falls hard on anxious ears.
I’m the one
Strong, bright and young
And all I need
Is only my due.
So why cant I have what I want?
Now, I mean.
All I did was all I was told,
“Work hard young man
This will all be yours,
One day.”
So now is my time
Is that so much to ask ?
Me and mine
Are the new generation.
The best you know,
They told us so.
I know.
Ive been told.
I am bold.
So why can’t I,
Really,
I mean…….now?

Graduation, Independence, Life

It does not change much from year to year, Does it ?

For Seth: Smiles,Fears,Love and Tears, They are all yours now.
Patience, Grandson ; )

Oh ! really?


Out the door I bounced ( and I do mean bounced ! )
For my ankle the night before had apparently been trounced
It was swollen up twice its normal girth
It fairly seemed ready a new foot to birth !

But this fact to the story is secondary
Fresh air was on my mind; now I would not tarry
So off the porch and onto the walk I fairly flew
(fairly flew because my windmilling crutches ; new

Generated enough lift for me to enter the wild blue)
Till I settled down and found my steady pace. Whew !
Ambulation with some degree of comfort I had found
When the color of money shined from its hiding spot on the ground !

Wheeling about on my planted brace
I stood looking tall over that presidential face
And my smile grew large as I imagined
All the bootie I’d buy with the executive ransom !

Quickly then I pinned the note to the grass
Lest the morning breeze carry my quarry away, alas!
And bent at the waist while reaching full out
And compressed air from my abdomen blew out with a shout

And my fingers clawed at the empty air,
I could not retrieve it; it just was not fair!
I composed myself for a moment then
And considered my next best option.

Across the way, walking up the street, a likely young kid
With his mother this morning, could surely aid me in my bid
If I could somehow grab his attention…
“Hey Mister, Whatchya doin over there ?” it seemed that now my mission

Could soon be done with the aid of my new accomplice
“Young man can you please come over here ? There is something we can accomplish.”
“Now I will raise the end of my crutch and before the wind tears away with the cash
You will have captured it in mid flight and we will have the last laugh !”

No fault in the plan could the young man see
I freed the bill and he made the grab look easy.
He jumped up with a grin and ran off to his mum calling
“Look what the “gennelmun” give me !”

Clearly !


It amazes me sometimes just how simply and directly a young mind works. I have memories of my self as a preschooler {No, I do not remember EXACTLY how old ! } busily filling the pages of a coloring book. I recall trying very hard to “stay in the lines” so that the pigments would not run together. I wanted to fill all the space on the page; I wanted to expose the air !. I recall ” wondering why ” the Crayola company did not include a clear crayon because after all, a white one wouldn’t do. [I know because I tried it ! ] Thinking back I wonder if the company did include one and I simply could not see it !

The big P


Normally movie watching takes up a small portion of my time. Not that I cannot find pleasure indulging in anothers perspective of comedy, or reality, or drama, or really, any portion of lifes’ travels or goals. For instance I just viewed an offering dedicated to the prevalence of “good versus evil” and in my mind the outcome was righteous though a bit scary. The  premise of the movie did not worry me so much as the acknowledgement of how the authors of this screenplay forced my face into the reality of how powerful the media of the time is in using propaganda as a driving force to shape and control the way people see the world around them.

Too many as’es , I know, but while I dwell in my excitement and realization and understanding, the nuances of literary rule will be laid aside until I rid my mind of this thought; this thought that I would like to think everybody else has already thought .

Most of the worlds differences are propagated by misinformation , or information conveniently packaged and distributed by “the powers that be”. For this “understanding ” we are promised certain things , whether they be physical comforts , emotional comforts, spiritual comforts, or simply the comfort of not being plagued with the discomfort of not possessing any of these comforts.

Alrighty then, I have stated my revelation, and therefore sounded my eccentric horn. I have no answers that might help alleviate this dilemna, but I think I might know where a few brighter minds than mine can be found, who could aid us in finding a solution to this conundrum !

Feel free to comment , but please do not count overly much on me for solutions as I cannot decide even which side of the bed I should arise from tomorrow !

Good morning !


“Hello”, I cried out to the morning sun !  ” Are there any who wish to play today ? ”  echoed back to me from stone walls of umber. ” Awhile we have before the rain ! ,” rebounded along with the rumble of thunder. The soft warm breeze picked up the refrain, “Drop your cocks and grab your socks, Come on out, brush your hair and dry your eyes, be prepared to laugh and shout! ” , and merriment swept through the air !

threehundredandsixtyfivedaysandsomehours


I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something.  I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc.  Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.

One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?

Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?

Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .

BTW    I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!