Naysayers and complainers,
Have thought so all along,
An in-your-face air of disgrace,
Their smug self-righteous song,
They think rudeness makes them right,
But they’re very very wrong,
To think that being disagreeable,
Is akin to being strong.
We All Have Our Obsessions
It shouldn’t be too hard to guess what mine is.

This is the first Violation painting I attempted. It remains a favorite and hangs on my kitchen wall.

This is the second Violation painting I did, again in black with a red background. I gave it to a friend and former colleague.
I did a third Violation in Black painting quite similar to the first one, and gave it to a very dear friend. I don’t have a picture of it, though.

The first attempt of a red on black image. I didn’t want it to look too much like the Violator album cover so I kept the black background to a minimum. This one also hangs on my kitchen wall.
All paintings are aquarelle pencil and watercolor on paper.
The Cat’s Schedule
She looks at me
impatiently.
As if to say,
Anytime Today!
The bed is
unavailable,
which is barely
tolerable.
I know that laundry
must be arranged.
That clean sheets
for dirty
must be exchanged.
Yet, she looks at me
impatiently.
As if to say
Hurry Up, Will You!
I’ve got some
important
sleeping to do.
Waiting for my SIM
A new phone I’ve got,
Which cost quite a lot,
For no doubt it was not,
Bought on sale.
The chances are slim.
The prospects are grim,
For my SIM being in,
Today’s mail.
Should I call to say,
Is my SIM on its way?
Can you send it today,
Without fail?
They’ll hear my plea,
Maybe feel sympathy,
But alas, it will be,
No avail.
And I’m feeling glum,
For again nothing’s come,
And my SIM travels on,
Speed of snail.
Necromancer Needed!
New beginning,
Or farewell tour?
Truth is, we’re not really sure.
Seems neither of us can decide,
If we’re here for good,
Or for the ride,
And since we have no necromancer,
It’s a question only we can answer.
Cynics & Sceptics
The cynic blinks
Says this world stinks
Thinks we’re better off without it,
The sceptic simply winks and says
“I doubt it”.
Here are some interesting facts about the number 37…
…in honor of it being my 37th birthday. 🙂
“It is a prime number, the fifth lucky prime, the first irregular prime, the third unique prime and the third cuban prime of the form.”
Now, I know what a prime number is but I have no idea what the rest of that stuff is. I’m especially curious about the “cuban prime” and find myself wondering if it’s Numero Uno de Cuba, Fidel Castro?
Probably not.
“It’s the normal human body temperature in degrees Celsius.”
Very useful information, indeed.
“New General Catalog (NGC 37) is a lenticular galaxy located in the Phoenix constellation. It is approximately 42 kiloparsecs (137,000 light-years) in diameter and about 12.9 billion years old.
Here’s a picture of it:

Here’s a closeup of something really far away
37 is also:
“The number of plays William Shakespeare is thought to have written (counting Henry IV as three parts).”
“The [former] international dialing code of the German Democratic Republic (aka East Germany)”
“Kevin Smith’s Clerks’ Dante Hicks’ girlfriend Veronica’s number of former boyfriends with whom she performed fellatio.”
(Thanks, Wikipedia)
FLYSTRIP
Negative Memories
Stuffed in envelopes
and shoved in boxes.
Buried in a cemetery
of negative memories.
Imprints exhumed
of forgotten flashes
and long lost positives.
From the negatives
emerge resurrected images.
Like headstone rubbings
reminders of something
that once lived
but is now dead.
Still the Same
In one week now,
Or slightly less,
I will be thirty-seven.
Although I feel,
The same as when,
I was only eleven.
I’m still that child,
Withdrawn and shy,
And awkward and unsure.
Still wondering,
Am I good enough?
I’m just as insecure.
I thought by now,
I’d be more cool.
More bold, more confident.
But alas, I’m not.
I’m still the same.
But I’m okay with it.

