Help and the Horse Groom (You won't find reasonable men atop tall mountains)

imagine an individual , on a random whim,

throwing bricks from the rooftops,

standing up straight and confidently when ,

presenting their excuse.

/

what you want to know

is how you profit from such a circumstance

I'd be silly to insist that you're wrong

to think cake is better than candy

but maybe you both should reconsider

your current situations

tear

whispering in

to my wrist

you are not bleeding this is no wound*- these are loosely bound roses

momentary but

with momentum

as much about process as about the finished product

our tedious nostalgia

our stories

a space  in which we lose our balance, we die

this poem is planned

and

paced

resting

in the background

its echoes

you saying you hear me

and the Sea

jhunk

Long black loose

Faling down

           At the waist

A faded blue throat     pulledtight and shoeless

the corner of her mouth

highlighting her legs

i know you are disappointed  that it can't all be
vi  o    lence
but don't w  orry i t i s
but most of itis


silent

untitled

she died.
probably should have saved that for the last line but, that's what happened;
she died.
dead almost a year,
then me and pills and insomnia (still)
and depression/exhaustion/loneliness coupled with the human condition , the never-ending elephant
in the waiting room
and tax time to pay the piper figuratively and literally, but no ones playing pipes
and even the dirges have ended


it's weird but not good-weird


and that's likely the reason I whisper in my sleep

8 minutes in

tried to watch a documentary film, Shakespeare Behind Bars,
got 8 minutes in Caliban describes how at 9 years old his Tshirt was torn while being molested by the older boys in the
neighborhood.

When he got home his alcoholic old man calls him a lying punk and asks if he knows how much he had to pay for that Tshirt.
Within a year the old man is raping him on a regular basis.
Within 2 years his mother is.

Caliban sits in his cell and shares everything,
no blah blah blah scenarios,
none of those.

I couldn't watch
I feel guilty for not finishing the film
that's as much as I can share.

Trading Hammer for Axe

We make our choices and we're each responsible ...
or
are we all so horrible,
so embittered, that we believe in a God
                                                             that rests
as we are
completely destroyed

Hey, Mayans!

This view of the landscape...

Curiosity hit the map
upon the flanks of Mount Sharp and Crater Rim
plunging through the pink Connecticut skies
once again raising fears about
using loudspeakers to communicate over and over,
“Your life is insignificant!” -
26 dead last on the uneven bars.

2 1/2 minutes of a white-knuckle dive
an extraordinary step in planetary rampage
the unquestioned world’s fastest man soaked with blood,
drunk on duty, wrapped in a Union Jack
so mentally “diseased” he could not tell
right from dozens of online fans,
including a 84-year-old man.

One of the deadliest mass shootings in recent U.S. history
(but well outside the world record)
one engineer cried, pumping his fist more perfect than ever
grabbed a flag from a spectator and declared he was the Joker.
“We did it again!” shouted another who was kind to his stepmother
a weird popping noise several hundred meters from the finish,
and then a can or something flying forward
to end empathy.
Forgetting serious discussion about a future as neither wanted
a friend to talk to
desperate to avoid a cult deprogramming your Boy Meets World reunion
as free pussy riot
means something diferent than you thought,
a bunch of malarkey. (for Suri's sake)

who made the “giant leap for mankind”
the choice to be laid to rest at the depths
in Commemorative Tshirts
(which lasts nearly 12 minutes but rewards persistence)

Everyone had shitface thoughts in a tight race and
Diane Sawyer was drunk on air
(at least enough to stoke the
misinformation and fallacious arguments that are
the slogans emblazoned in big bold letters on the back
of one million muppets)

"We are facing the likelihood of being taken
very very seriously as a nude face eating cannibal."
a former bath salts addict said.
like the darkest, evilest thing a cannibal zombie-style attack sparked
All the girls eating invisible spaghetti
made with ketchup and butter...

Jaswant Singh Thekedar
Jaswant Singh Thekedar ,
Jaswant Singh Thekedar of Kalgidhar gurdwara,

from the millionaire in the corner office to the mechanic in the local garage,
A 78-year-old Ohio man says we are a flat out bigoted disgrace,
and he immediately got more than a thousand followers
and some of the jeers

A top official resigned Tuesday, apologized publically, and resigned again.

From Sandy to Sandy Hook:
do we deserve Martian water
or
the promise of life on Titan?

Does 30 to 60 years in jail sit right
our betrayal of 20 children ?

I've comforted others, I've been comforted.
And in a universal song of God,
I've been kissed by dogs

Our long and  tense day becomes night
as we hold our breath.
Trayvon in one hand, half Newtown in the other.

We have to learn how to use this complicated machine we've built,
even if it only gets us
the bronze.


by C.P.Harrison

The Bro Not Taken

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone.
-Arthur Schopenhauer

Dam!,This Fukn Bangs!!
Real Whoopty!!!
Dis some good shit rockman
as the first fucking thing
this some hardpunch in the shoulder
some Babysitters Art Phag
some Blood Guts and Pussy
some face fuck, head giving ·
maidsex, cowgirl, doggy style, rough fuck,
Pornstar  arse-wipe, arsehole, arsenio-hall,
Flatulence Unlimited
Floss With This!

Butt of course,
Every amazing bromance moment
goes out the window because Arthur is being a straight faced fuck head.

A Piece of mine up at Up

He Refused to Let Them

i'm not dreaming of an anchor
biting my nails
down at the shore
strung out on gummie bear sugar
and bullshit youth

this is my second
i could do anything really

just tell me when
and guide me

Got a 12 disc changer in the Camaro and a in dash (so I can have up to 13 at a time ready to play right now )

Q.) Mr Rogers had a mostly black brother
A.)He had a gun, and Trayvon had Skittles

Q.) Denzel Washington's evil characters are somehow hispanic or have hispanic elements to them, but
Jessica Alba is beautiful,and what makes it worse is she's not a strong actress.
A.) Her choice lyrics of "oh oh-oh no no no" got stale.
all of the vocals are sung thru a vocoder, so it sounds like a band of lysergic robots doing candy

Q.)The Smiths were really a singles band.
A.) I soaked that ish up.

Q.) Is The Clash the most underrated of all-time?" Honestly,
A.) This may be the first thing you've ever written that is unequivocally correct.

And a Wow, I forgot how awful of a character Jar Jar is.

Wow just Wow

The Truth About GrabbaMuffin Deep Pore Cleanser

This product
 (along with Love
Your Face
 lotion) cleared
 up breakouts on my
chin and demolish
ed blackheads on my
 nose! Works well, but
you need to use a "generous
amount" for it to
do its job. (Jingle) Cyborgs
 love love love it, Come
 put a little love in
my glove

this will surely leave and be unwelcome to the memory

this is unusual
this is largely aesthetic
the distance
that separates that
this is a strange release\

this serves as a constant reminder
to be enjoyed (like a manifesto)
this is the most focused we've been

this is the section where two appear
this continues the drama
(like familial issues)
if this is the one we got
I got this down
Ah, yeah. ; )

Our Children Will Be Raised By Video Games Talking About Sugar While They Die

I don't really have a lot of interest in it, but
It was like an infusion of classic Disney elements and Pixar's awesomeness
with snatches of pointless conjecture

At the end, he drives into a tunnel. Funny stuff. But don't get me wrong- Chink is racial slur!
Furthermore, there are people (I'm not one of them) who are not naturally blind to their perspective
in terms of quality of thought
In my experience, people who are able to take drugs in moderation, and excel at everything, are the best kind of people.
It's all about perspective.

My Poem at "unsure if I will allow my beard to grow much longer"

Here is a Letter

Pretty, too and Young

the thoughts, the weight
the sounds, the sorrow

a wall of wasps
a wall

the coldness of an egg
the color

pretty, too and young

My 1663 at For Every Year