We’re Interesting Creatures Us

People laughing on a bus,
Laughter seeming infectious,
What is the evolutionary plus?
We’re interesting creatures us.

My Beloved Books

I’m not a rich man. I do not have a Mercedes in my garage. I do not live in a ten bedroom mansion. I can’t afford to drink Champagne and eat foie gras for lunch. I don’t own a thousand dollar suit.

But I do not consider myself poor. I am surrounded by books ─ hundreds of them ─ hundreds of beautiful books. They are my treasures, my companions of solitude. Having books close by gives me comfort, passion, and feeling of oneness with the universe. My books make my soul feel rich. They are the fuel for my mind.

And Man’s Purpose

And God asked man, “What is your purpose? Why did I create you?”

Man doesn’t know. For what is a man’s purpose? To be fruitful and multiply? Why? To make more men who do not know their purpose?

To attain glory? For whom, God or man? Why would either need such a thing?

Man exists, he’s tangible. God exists, he’s intangible. You can touch Man. Can you touch God?

They say you just have to Believe. But Man believes a lot of things.

Oh, but you have to have Faith to Understand, you see? Is that Man’s purpose, perhaps, to find Faith?

The Best Laid Plans…

The best laid plans of mice and men,
Now how the fuck does that go again?
Oh yeah,
The point you least expect it’s when,
Life will knock you for a loop and then,
For reasons quite beyond my ken,
Will boot you in the abdomen,
Make you say uncle, and amen,
And before you can count to ten,
Take you from behind my friend,
Laughing all the while like a cackling hen!

Falling Evil

It almost sounds kind of cool, doesn’t it?
That’s what they used to call epilepsy.
Also the Falling Sickness or Disease.
But Falling Evil is my favorite.
It’s so irrational, so Dark Ages.
To the unreasonable and unprepared,
It must have looked suspiciously,
Like one was possessed by the devil.
As soon as the poor bewildered fallen one,
Recovers from her seizure,
She is seized upon again by an angry mob,
Shouting, “Burn the Witch!”
Survival of the Fittest for humans,
Hastened by superstitious paranoia.

Kitty Torture

All those purdy little birdies,
Landing on the balcony.
How they torment unrepentantly,
My poor indoor kitty.

The Measure of a Man

How much can a man take? That seems to be the eternal question… The answer is a lot. A man is born for the nasty, short, and brutal life that lies ahead. A man is defined by the weight on his back and how he adapts to circumstances. A man can quit, he can give up, but that is the easy way. Men seem to thrive on challenging the easy way.

I find myself at the bottom of the pit of despair. I feel abandoned. Alone. But, I’m not afraid. This despair is fueling me, it drives me forward. It makes me want to claw at life, tempt fate, tempt Faith, seek Redemption.

In the End a man will be defined, measured, by how he deals with the challenges presented to him. He will be measured by his actions… His reputation… That will be his Legacy.

JUST THE SAME

Analyzing once again,
How am I compared to other men,
Then I realize, once again,
I’m just the same as when I was ten,
But that’s not bad,
No that’s okay,
Because I also realize, so are they.

MAYAN CLOCKS TICKING

Mayan clocks ticking,
Not much time for picking,
Which things left to do,
You always wanted to,
There may a few missed,
On your long bucket list,
So choose now my friends,
Before this old world ends,
That trip you should take?
Reading Finnegan’s Wake?
Eating Van Halen’s Smarties?
Or just orgies and parties!?!

Yule Pride

‘Tis the Season of the holiday lights contest.
Of which house’s display is the biggest and best.
As expected as kids writing Santa a letter.
The more overdone and obnoxious the better.
With proportion gone comic, figures animatronic.
Clark Griswold’s display but gone mad, supersonic.
Like turkey deep fried and all things bacon covered,
What could be American than outdoing each other?