In the morning mirror
the face I see,
it could be someone else's
It could be me.
Another wrinkle here,
a little more gray there
and hair on top that no longer wants to stay
It's not mortality I fear,
but staring at old age
and it's cruel face
scares the living crap out me
In the mirror
The face I see
will someday fade --
to a place
where I never existed.
My heart flutters
like bats flying out of a cave
I see you, but you don't see me
I wouldn't know what to say
Too shy to approach
I'm crushing on you
and you don't even know
Is it a Brave New World?
Well, it's not "New" really.
Considering the Earth is 4.54 billion years old
I wasn't around way back then, so how do I know?
If fact, I don't, but scientists say so.
I met a guy the other day who said the earth is 6,000 years old.
There are a whole bunch of these people who believe this way
Hmmm..... 4.54 billion versus 6,000 years
I was never good in math but I can detect there's a difference here --
Oh, about 4.54 billion years..
Not that long ago, at around the year 0 or so, someone wrote a book.
Actually, a bunch of dudes wrote this book
And it's a good thing Jesus did come along or we wouldn't know what year it is today.
More importantly though, this Good Book explains everything:
Why there is heaven and hell,
How women came from a rib,
Why it's Adam an Even instead of Adam an Steve.
We are taught what to think.
"I believe what I believe," he said, "The truth."
"Oh," I said.
Is it a Brave New World?
Well, it's really not all that "Brave" either
Hiding behind our computer screens, drones to the dirty work
Still settling affairs by who has the biggest gun.
Defending the rich,
exploiting the poor,
placating the people, all keep the ball rolling.
A dangerous world is a profitable one...
And hiding behind computer screens
those collecting data to sell you whatever they can
"Growth of the sake of growth this the philosophy of the cancer cell"
While our hiding behind our computer screens
instead of getting to know one another
We stand our ground against one another
and cower to authority
We are not so much Brave as we are stupid.
Our destroying the planet
It's a Brave New World?
No, not really
It's just the same old world
But with a hell of a lot more people on it.
Once were like a innocent babes, sucking on our mother's tit in the Garden of Eden
Now we are more like vampires sucking the blood out of our Mother's neck.
Is it a Brave New World?
Certainly not "Brave."
We have made a prison
and submissively pay the guards around us.
Awakened, I feel alive
thoughts of impermanence
(Tokyo, Oct. 20, 2013)
Let's just not stop there
Shutdown those Teabag assholes
who are still living like today were yesterday
Shutdown the lobbyists
and corporate special interests
interested in profits for themselves....
who aren't the least interested in you or me
Shutdown the NRA and their gun maker friends
and get the guns off our streets.
Fuck them, and their GMO food so we can safely eat
Oh, and while they are at it....
Shutdown that fat faced Rush Limbaugh, too
Shutdown FOX news for spreading verbal shit.
Shutdown drone attacks
that drop terror on civilians from the sky
Shutdown factories of making missiles
So there might be some peace
Even those poor bearded bastards deserve their day in court.
Shutdown Wall Street
until they can learn to lend responsibly
Shutdown the Washington bickering
Shutdown all the negativity
Shutdown until you
Shutdown until you ready to get things done.
My senses have decidedly become dulled
The causes many:
daily bombardment of information
too little good news….
I can always blame time for my mood
I've grown accustomed
to dire warnings,
doom and gloom prophecies.
And in the mirror, things I don't want to see.
Indeed, things are changing
some for the better
some for the worse
but they are all --
they are all bigger than me
Helplessly alone in this sea
How long can I tread water here?
Do I try to swim away?
Knowing in time… only a matter of time
when the last wave swallows me
As far as I know,
there is no lifesaver
there is no lifeboat
Tonight you are here... better than a dream
soothing my living soul
A young man is killed walking home from the store
Candy and iced tea in hand
Confronted by an armed citizen
His mind is made up: This fucking punk is up to no good.
Gun in holster - a modern-day John Wayne
So a life is taken,
And the shooter walks away
What of Trayvon's life?
Life is cheap that way.
Children's bodies blown apart on the classroom floor
Just babies really, ages 7 or less
along with 6 teachers dead after the massacre
The scene to gruesome to be shown on TV
Gunned down by a lunatic
armed with an AK-15 and no reason why
But in no time at all, the outcry for gun control fades…
fades away and dies....
Everyday, shootings in cities across the nation
News flash fireworks of homicide
the leading cause of death among young black males
Victims of a racism - a system that never seems to die
Where amid urban decay life is cheap
For faces that no one seems to care about
Violence and abuse against women
sexual harassment, domestic violence, sexual assault, and rape
Not only by strangers,
more often by people that they already know.
The gender receiving less respect.
These women left with physical and emotional pain.
Looking over one's shoulder….
going to and from the store
becomes a way of life
Convinced that it a dangerous world, and only getting worse...
The answer is people arming themselves to the teeth
to protect life and treasure
Because life is cheap
These days, I have hardy anything to say
No words of wisdom
No witty rhyme
No clever verse
I could describe images
the wonders of nature
shining stars, roaring rivers, magnificent trees
Bright happy sunflowers
swaying in a gentle summer’s breeze
But what for?
On the internet, you can see all of the these
and so much more
I could write about a lost love
The girl who broke my heart
The one who got away
But I hate to look back
All it does is make me sad.
I could write how life is all just luck and chance
I could write about Good versus Bad
I could write about Love
but what the hell do I know about love
or anything else for that matter anyway?
I could write about God
The guy up above
Who is looking down
The maker of all
The savior of our souls
Bit I don’t believe in this bullshit anyway
I’m not delusional
I could write about freedom
The shouting of freedom from the rooftops....someday
Don't make me laugh
You are free so long as you stay —
so long as you stay between the lines
And the road is getting narrower
and narrower .... every day
I could write about war and peace
But didn’t somebody already write this anyway?
If I had wings, I would fly away
but I don’t,
so here I walk
here I stand
here I am
I could write about life’s meaningless existence
or perhaps compare life to Chinese water torture
drip, drip drip
or how to cope with life’s pain
blur it with booze and pills
needles and razors
But think we’ve all heard this kind of crap before
I could write about tragedy
I could write about hope
So I paint on a stupid smile
while my heart beats
bump-bump, bump-bump. bump-bump
80 beats per minute so so
the years go by
as I grow old.
Well, I have nothing to say
nothing to write
not even a simple Zen
I hate this expression
it sounds like they gave up their parking space
They are gone
rotting in ground
And no one gave it much thought
It seems to me:
India is trying to catch China
China is trying to catch the United States
The United States is trying to catch its own tail.
Why worry about global warming?
So far, this global warming thing has been pretty anti-climatic.
I mean, have you personally seen polar bears washing up on the beach?
I didn't think so.
Monsanto, Walmart, Exxon and all others the likes of you
Let's ruin the world.
I want the American Dream
a big house, a lot of stuff, and a gun to protect it.
The news on TV - wars and terrorism
They don't believe in the same things as you and me.
Support the troops - Are you shitting me?
Capitalism - growth for the sake of growth is the philosophy of the cancer cell.
Go Wall Street go!
Aren't they a bunch of responsible individuals?
Raping the bank accounts of whoever so they can make their billions.
We want to "good ol' days" back!
I remember in college when my friend Bill Finance swallowed five handfuls Taster's Choice freeze-dried before taking a final exams and puking 15 minutes later.
I remember when Jerry Magnuson chugged a bottle of ketchup with a shot of vodka in it
I remember when Bill Nally drank the bong water
I remember the thrill of coming as soon as I got it in.
We want to return to the glory days muscle cars
We want to go back to Mayberry
But we can't
It's time to rip out that rear view mirror
and concentrate on the road ahead
But why look ahead?
Why fix this mess?
After all, the 21st century is a lie.
It's only a date on the Gregorian calendar.
2000 years after the birth of Jesus
It takes faith....
Bald old men wearing red beanies and dresses blowing white smoke
for 1.5 billion followers
...And in the other corner.... wearing beards and praying five times a day,
with white turbans, with enough intelligence to build a bomb
and still believing in 72 virgins in heaven!
Fucking stupid men!
with enough intelligence putting a man on the moon 44 years ago, now contemplating going to Mars
People with enough intelligence to clone an sheep and call it Dolly
Astrophysicists and cosmologists theorize the beginning of the universe, quantum mechanics and string theory.
But people need to believe in something....
believe in something more than their car's airbags
We want to believe in this timeless omnipresent invisible being.
Someone or Something we can identify with.
Someone or Something close to but greater than us.
We want to believe in our own eternity.
We can't face up to the facts.
Meanwhile, this place is getting more fucked up each day.
A 360-degree blue sky beach day
Not a cloud or trouble to be found
The sun high and hot
Soaking into her bronze-tanned body
"You still look fabulous in a bikini," I said
My sincere compliment was returned with her beaming smile.
We walked lightly across the hot sand
Towards the restless water's edge
Gazing out at endless tide
Hearing to the sounds of the crashing waves
Taking in the unique smell of the sea
Some seagulls squawked and circled about
She carried the blanket
I manned the heavy cooler
We made our way down to the cool wet sand
There were countless smooth stones
and shells of all kinds to examine
The waves lapped our toes
Turing left, we walked along the beach
Spying a point in distance
Sometimes eyeing each other
"Keep going," I said.
Occasionally looking back at our footprints
Observing how far we've come together
Finally, we reached a secluded spot of our choice
Far away from the bright-colored beach umbrellas, beach chairs, noisy kids, and blaring radios.
We were now as alone as we could be on a beach day
We knew what we were there to do --
Or at least I knew what I wanted.
By this time we were already hot and sweaty
Spreading out the blanket created the mood
Like being swept away on a deserted island
We settled in on our oasis
All of your senses are heightened at the beach
The sense of sight, touch and smell.
Everything tastes better - anticipation rising
I love it wet,
A nice pink color
A little sticky
Eat and wash your face at the same time
Watermelon is amazing
When I first saw you
I couldn't take my eyes off of you.
You shined, behind the glass
So far off....
I felt like a barefoot desert wanderer
afraid of mirages,
I gazed upon you
I watched you from afar
staring at your beauty and style
I had to hold you - to have you
Vowing to do whatever it took.
Dreaming of being inside you
Having you would be worth any effort
You - beyond my current means
I pushed on - you were my quest
Building up my courage to one day approach you
But to have you, it would take overtime
I was like a mountain climber - unstoppable
Who's obsession is to reach the peak
And, I remember that night
The night I took you home for the very first time
Your touch, your smooth skin
I loved your smell, the way your tongue felt
Finally the time came
the way you loosened and tightened
Oh, how I love my new shoes.
to into Heaven
wants to go today
to be Free
but we can't even get in a drive a car
without wearing a seat belt
What you mean?
Everyone wants to Love
and be loved
by someone else
once in a while
I thought I'd weigh in on suicide bombers as they regularly seem to be in the news. I really don't get all this religious stuff: Christians, Moslems and Jews. God may be great, if you look at Him that way, but religion shouldn't be anything to lose your head over, as many people do.
Don't get me wrong about suicide bombers, I appreciate their enthusiasm for what they do. Though a short-lived vocation -- a poor career choice. Supposedly at the end of life there is a place called Heaven. Located up there . . . somewhere . . . beyond the visible darkness we see at night -- a place beyond the infinite universe. And if it's that Paradise you believe that you'll go by blowing up market full of people, you are deluding yourself. Believing that Heaven exists is one thing, but really there is really isn't any proof. Another real possibility is all this God stuff could just be a man-made hoax. And as for the 37 virgins promised, virgins may not be great as what they are cracked up to be. I mean, after all, after a suicide bomber explodes he can't take along that shoehorn he put in his vest.
I've been lost and found, and lost too many times to count. In my case, instead of having a life-goal of someday becoming successful suicide bomber, as a boy, I wanted to become an archer, but was never good. My teacher said "be the the arrow, straight and true." But I was bent. Beside, I felt arrows were just being used. My teacher said, "Be the bow." But I saw bows too bent on their own power. This is more for Olympians, politician and corporate CEOs. Finally. my teacher said, "Face it Joe, you, like the vast majority, are the target. One time, I shot an arrow straight up into the air, it came down so close -- had it come down in my head, I would have been dead. From that time on, I consider myself lucky, not bright.
I thought I'd weigh in on suicide bombers as they regularly seem to be in the news. We in the West condemn them for blowing themselves up with supposedly the innocent to make their point. Well, maybe there are no saints. Maybe, we are all just sinners here. We all become what is around us. But if I may let me make a plea: "Dear suicide bomber, everyone is brainwashed. Please let us each reach natural death rinse cycle and enjoy our short life. We are all equal in the end.
I thought I'd weigh in on suicide bombers as they regularly seem to be in the news. Why would God want a suicide bomber as a neighbor? Would you? God maybe forgiving and all but he does have final judgement especially who he wants to live next to. With all the assholes in this world, it would seems that heaven would be a very lonely place.
I'm up to my neck in social networks
My face on Facebook
I Twitter and Tweet like a parakeet
I have a space on MySpace
I'm Linked in
Posting what I had for lunch
and photos of my cat
Clicking "Like" for a picture of your dog taking a nap
So many Facebook friends, it's hard to keep track of
You poke me
so I poke back
LOL and I'm Laugh My Ass Off at poking possibilities
I'm surfing the World Wide Web
I'm searching for what matters on the Internet
browsing with Safari, Firefox and Outlook Express
Google search, Yahoo, and YouTube too
Wikipedia, like God, knows everything
On the Net, I found out Einstein wasn't all that bright
Because watching porn, time goes by at the speed of light
But the 5 seconds it takes to wait to "Skip This Ad" feels like eternity
Now that's Relatively
How times have changed!
I used to read books
I used to do drugs
Now I'm taking trips on the Internet
I've farmed in Farmville and fought in Mafia Wars
I've traveled the world using Google maps
Instagram - posting photos with bad effects
Tumblr - standing, I haven't fallen yet
Pinterest - content that bores me to death
Bing isn't my thing
Chrome ain't my home
And Google Plus somehow just doesn't add up
I recently read how YouTube, Twitter and Facebook are teaming up
to create an super-mega social network
Oh, whiskey glass
You ol' bastard,
Venom poured from a bottle
Making me remember,
so as I can forget
Oh, how I despise the past
All you do is make me sad
Oh, whiskey glass
What the devil must drink
I'm easily persuaded
"Have another", then another
A drunken grin morphs my face
Oh, whiskey glass
You ol' pal,
Now liquid gold
Dazzling in the glass
and new my best-est friend
The hour passes, words slur . . .
thoughts dizzy into slide blur
Oh, empty whiskey glass
You heartless prick, you shameless slut
For again opening a heart's old break
Again showing her face
at the bottom of my empty glass
The way she sometimes appears in my dreams
We fell out of Love
Love's illusion just dimmed
Flowers wilt without fault
Hearing something often enough
Any illusion becomes reality
In silence, truth is obvious
From table to floor
Empty beer can falls
Such a sad song
Our love fumbled
around for a while
The game got messy
Neither team played well
like on Monday night football
While on my feet
I know everything
Sitting zazen, I know nothing
The difference between
life and death is breath
Let's enjoy food and drink together
I raise my glass
To all my days past . . .
when my worldly wants were never enough.
Shopping malls, shiny cars, even mowing the lawn
chasing after. . .
like a dog chasing its tail
I raise my glass to days past . . .
when believing in delusions seemed real
Saké cup empties
til I hear Buddha laughing
I wish a good death
cut out their eyes
peel off their skin
boil them in oil
fry or grill them
They remain silent
They offer no struggle
They cannot scream
green with envy
herbaceous and perennial
a vegetable lily
You are my little asparagus
Who likes green peas?
Yucky little things rolling about on my plate
Bullied by fork and spoon
Peas are like the homeless -
Even the name "pea" -
Generally, something you don't want in your mouth
But look at the bright side
at the small pile of can corn on your plate
bright, sweet, yellow kernels
like gold coins on your plate
Everyone loves corn
The Silver Queen of vegetables
corn on the cob
and the places some people put it
I've seen it on the internet
But perhaps it's time to explore
the rich vegetables helping the poor
Mixing them together
a redistribution of the Garden of Eden's wealth
Mixing them -
'til together as one
A recipe for how much better the world might be.
Gold and Green
Green and Gold
Orgy on our plate
Peas and corn
We'll call it PORN
I wonder if Orwell is rolling over in his grave
Though I still do picture his body rotting away
much like our world of today.
Oh my, we're in such a state of decay!
I don't believe in resurrection,
I don't believe in karma,
I don't believe in reincarnation
I don't believe in heaven or hell
I believe, for better or worse,
we have only one life
No one dies twice
Nor do I imagine Orwell's desire to revisit Earth
Amid predictions of our planet's global warming hell
Rather, I picture him in his coffin
his skeletal arms pounding away
Orwell voicing these words (or perhaps even with his pen)
"I told you so!"
"Nineteen Eighty-four," written in 1948, actually not that long ago
the tyranny of The Party and its totalitarian ideology
So here we are in 2013
Somewhere in time
between Orwell's nightmare - the orthodoxy of not thinking
Where groupthink replaces thoughtcrime
THE REVOLUTION IS NO REVOLUTION
and a dreamer's dream
I wonder if Orwell is rolling over in his grave
Lunacy is the last rebellion
And only the lunatic has the freedom to say
2 + 2 = 4
Arm-in-arm, past brass numbered doors
The hallway's path
Our shameless steps to our private safe harbor
A quick double-check of our room card key
No, this hotel ain't the Ritz
Walls of unknown thickness
Green light signal
Our room door unlocks with a click
Flick on the nearest light switch
Sliding my hand under her dress
Our bodies melt
We came here for the bed
Some people are so sensitive
but they couldn't hurt a fly.
While there are others out there
void of feeling, void of heart
We range from the frailest of flowers
to the devil himself
It all takes place in the brain
It is all Mind
The world has ended
but I woke
to the same dream
What I would do to return
to the time of an innocent kiss.
Cold skin, clear night
Full moon watching
I throw my hands up
to the onslaught of more bad news
A serial killer
Another mass murder
How proud we once felt
History at the Old North Church
Famous words "One if by land, and two if by sea"
Patriotic defense an impending attack
The Second Amendment
Now it could be the deranged individual
living down the street
The world is a crime scene.
Just put yellow tape around it
We all share some of the blame
Naked truth dies within
with every commercial on tv
with every gallon of gas pumped.
with every dollar spent
Naked truth dies within
with every lie told
with every word
See what happens
when you follow your eyes
You may think
all boys are the same.
Maybe someday you will realize
I thought you loved me.
So much for that trust.
But I'm not about to cry about it -
that you went away.
Still when she left
she took pieces of me with her.
There is only fleeting hope
in this sea of sadness
among lies disguised
offer faint respite.
The only time is now
before vanishing into the future
Away from this land of desire
where time and place will mean nothing --
nothing at all
Sometimes a small difference,
makes all the difference.
Kisses are very different.
Fading . . .
This sad song is over.