American dream

See the flag waving in the american breeze
What is America?
Are we living the allusion of a dream?
Must we refuse to worship the cold sweet ground of reality
Look! It is the hot pavement upon which we fry our brains in the swelter of an indians summer heat
It is the otter idly swimming by on its back
How the nuts with its teeth crack! See the meat swiftly withdrawn from the shell!
Gaze upon the man, the one who would be president
See him salute the eagle and her star spangled banner
Observe the spittle on his lips as he kneels to kiss her blood spattered breast
Is it real?
Is the man who feverishly toss about in a dream of aborigines and drigerdoos anymore more real than I?
See the shimmering pane of glass upon which the world presents itself
Fragile is its state and it, it will crack, in hair line fractures
Becoming an egg with runny yolk dripping down its side
Pick up the rose colored glasses if you must
I shall not condemn you of that pleasure
But I, I must shatter the illusion and taste the sweet freedom oh how sweet of knowledge and understanding
Forewarning of what is and what was, and what is coming to pass
See the warrior! Will he sheath his sword?
Observer the archer upon his horse
The horse carries the white sheet of innocence upon its forelock
Love is ribbons braided in its mane
See the archer carefully pluck the arrow and string it in the bow
It whizzes through the air and the sound resonates
for it must hit his target dead on
And at last we come to the poet who must complete his work
He is feverish too but with birth pangs of an idea
An idea that madly plays on his brain pinching nerves madly striving to be heard
It must spring forth upon lips and be told
It has a name Truth!
It is every innocent child that ventures out to see the ocean frolick
and every person who stares up at the sky and wonders why
the profess giving her lecture to the errant pupil
Mad with birth pangs of success
It is the newborn calf wobbly on its feet
It is the tiger in the cage who roars for freedom
the puppy who must stick out a tongue and taste its first snow
Oh! it is cold
I am the anxious mother who paces frenzied before the door
I must be! All this and more!
I must stop and play and and give my brain the reins relinquishing all control and power
to give to the world
holding it up like a sacrifice
the fatten bull upon the altar of the gods
striving to be so much more
My sustenance is word, my only food!
The food of a cursed man who must understand in any way he can that which he cannot
The american dream of which we speak
Is me and you and what else?
Of what shall I write?
What melody will the bard pluck from the string of harp?
Great wailing and weeping shall be heard when it goes silent
In every city there is rust and it rots and reveals the fat maggots crawling
It lays its eggs in the rotting meat, in the stench of failure
And doom does tell for the corpse of idea fresh in the grave
Who cries out and will not be dead and silent?
Who?
Who is bold enough to Emerge from the darkened cave bringing the gem?
The one which is called hope
Who will be the savior of its people
Bringing the fulfillment of its ages
I will embark on this journey
All this because I believe in a dream!

10 Christmas Songs I'd Never Sell

1. Twelve days of infection
2. Happy new pain
3. Missed-my-toe
4. Tinkle hell
5. I'm dreaming of a healthy kidney...like the one I used to know
6. (No) coffee nuts roasting over an open fire
7. Rudolph the red colored kidney
8. Frosty-on-the-pot-man
9. Really Silent night, holy night (night you don't hear me piss at 2)
10. Have a holly, jolly piss-man (cause I can't)

Life Choices

Sometimes, you get to thinking
The juices of your mind start flowing
You sit back and assess your situation
Meditating on what is and what isn’t
Pick up the pen and right the list
Determine what can and cannot be changed
What can and cannot be predicted in life
You’ll find that you can change YOU
Your reactions and behaviors
Your outlook on life and your future
You always have the power to change
Your mind, your friends, your hangouts
People may try to bring you down
Telling you your nothing, nobody
They’re full of discouraging negativity
You can let them win or let go of them
The choice is always up to you
You come to point where you realize
You miss 100% of the shots you never take
When you understand life is one big choice
And the first step toward change, is your mindset
Only then can you gain serenity and motivation