Each day is a gift; a miracle, something to be greatly thankful for. I am thankful for this new day, for its potential, for all that it has to offer, and, most of all, for its existence, my existence in it.




ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ May Poems 2010



There are so many things from our past, and our present, which seek to degrade the quality of our existence, but we have to FIGHT to have the kind of life that we want, the kind of life that we are entitled to. I eliminate ANYONE who gets in the way of my plans for ME. You should, too.


Life

Life is grand
My life is better than I'd planned for


Control

War is not the answer, so I turned off my tv.
There is nothing I can do about the commercials.
You promise our children anything, and then
you take them away from us.
I can only control me.
I can only control me.
I don't want to get in too deep with things
that I have no control of.
I kept turning the tv to the same channel.
It was filled with war and hate.
When you watch hate, when you listen to hate,
you start to emulate what you see and hear.
I can only control me.
I can only control me.



Jelly Fish (Not)
I am scared to hold you,
because I want to hold you so much.


On the job training

I've been quarantined placed in a self-imposed exile;
love turned out to be other than I intended it to be
other than I wanted it to be so I ran back to the cocoon.

There is a space between her ears for me

She might only see differences, now,
but I will wear her down with love.
I will be standing right in front of her,
when she opens her eyes,
and she will extend her hand to mine.
This is a fantasy that I have.
Love is a fantastic thing,
when you believe in it;
it is certain to occur.

We came from different planets

I thought that I had a chance
at loving her, but I didn't.

Little Ditty

You're burning so bright,
you could have been a candle.
You are so hot,
you have me on fire.
If I didn't say I love you,
baby I would be a liar.

Hey Michelle

Hey Michelle.
I wish that I could make it better.
I wish that I could make things perfect
for you.

Hey Michelle,
You know that good things come to you,
in time.
Hey Michelle, Don't be in a hurry to be
the fish on a line.

Hey Michelle,
Hey Michelle,
This song is rather corny, but you get the idea.

Hey Michelle,
Good things are going to happen to you.


Coast to Coast

If you were around me,
you would want me,
because we are love.

Separation Notice

I wrote literature that did not please her.
We ceased to "be" from that moment on.

My First Groupie?

This girl tapped me on the shoulder, at the blues club, last night and she said, "Be careful, I just dropped my cigarette by your foot." I looked down at my foot, expecting to see a lit cigarette, but there was just a but. "You don't need to stamp it out," she said, "It is already out," and she put her nose on my nose, and her forehead on my forehead, and kept them there for a few moments.

A few minutes later, Mudcat called me to the stage, and I did my poetic thing, with him and his phenomenal blues band. I did, "Everybody works at Walmart," "I need a rich girl," and "Some Day I Will Start The Revolution."

When I first got up there, much of the audience, especially the male members, were like, "What the fuck..this ain't the blues, bro." By the end of, "Someday," I think that I and the band had won them over. They were now ready for Revolution themselves.

When I got back to my seat, the girl who warned me about her cigarette, tapped me on the shoulder, and planted her lips on mine. She kept them there for awhile.

This girl was crocked, and she was smoking cigarettes, so I decided that the best thing to do, though I was interested in her, was to just let it go. I'm a recovered drunk, I don't need to get involved with a heavy drinker. I'm a recovered smoker; I don't really want to date a smoker, but it was nice to interact with this young lady in the manner that she interacted with me. She made me feel handsome, and cool.

Thank you, young lady, whoever you are, and may the road rise with you.

(Mudcat brought me back, later in his set, and I did, "Does she miss fucking me," and "I want to get down with a girl in a three piece suit." I'm not sure how these pieces went over with most of the audience, but I do know that one girl "got it:" she was laughing, and saying something to the extent of, "Right on, this is great!!"

And she was the best looking girl in the room.

But it wasn't

You made her. It could have been me.
But I'm not asking for any sympathy.

My neighbor, Amber, and I sat at an outside table in Little Five Points yesterday for several hours. "Will you be having food, or drinks?" the waiter asked.

I enthusiastically answered, "Drinks," and then proceeded to order a coffee, while Amber looked at the drink menu.

"It will be just a few minutes," said the waiter, "I will have to brew a fresh pot," and I thought, "Yummy," I don't get stale coffee.

The four hours that we sat there, went by like a couple of minutes. Amber is great company, and there are lots of things, and people, to look at in Little Five Points.

My friend Wild Yogini is going to join us, next Friday, at 3 pm, at The Corner Tavern, for what I hope will become a regular Friday Event, which I have yet to name. You are invited also. Come out for Koffee and Konversation with The K, Amber the Neighbor, and The Wild Yogini. It will be an intellectual, interesting, and fun afternoon, trust me.

See you there.


Foul shot to win the game

There's room for growth.
I don't need to choke.

Just a thought

I think that you are one of the most beautiful women
that I have ever met, inside and out.

Kevin saved my ass, again, this morning; Kevin is always saving my ass. I am so lucky to have Kevin in my life. This morning, he gave me a ride to, and from, a doctor's office where I had to drop a C-Pap machine off. If it wasn't for Kevin, this chore would have taken a three hour chunk out of my day, if I had had to ride the bus. Instead, we were there, and back, in 45 minutes, leaving me precious time to do important things such as clean out my turtles' tank, and write poems. Thank you, Kevin; thank you!

Here are some bucks you change the water

My turtles' water needs changing.
I do not feel like changing it.
I need an assistant; someone to
change it for me. Money allows you
to have such things.

Profile me before I blow up Times Square

They were politically correct,
and the bomb went off killing a nation.

The garbage men work hard

Henry, and I, watch them
from the porch.
The one fellow looks like a musician,
like he plays bass in a band.
I wonder if they get paid good.
I wonder how bad they smell
at the end of their day.
They hustle from can to can,
and then, at the end of our street,
they jump on the back of the truck,
and the truck drives off very fast.

There was a time where I thought that I loved you,
but you never answered the phone when I called.

Things are very slow on this computer of mine; I bet that it will be crashing anytime soon now.

Don't get discouraged

Don't get discouraged,
your man is going to come around.
Don't get discouraged,
your man is going to come along
and take you to higher ground.
Don't get discouraged.
Don't get discouraged.
You got to be happy where you are at.
You got to breath in and breath out,
thank The Lord for letting you breath
the air of each new day.
Don't get discouraged.
Don't get discouraged.

All that anxiety

All that anxiety
was for nothing.
All that anxiety
was for not.
All that anxiety,
all that anxiety,
even the little pills
didn't take it away.
Anxiety.
Anxiety.
I've got to put you
in your place, and move on.

The sign said, "stop," so I walked.

Frustration with the nation;
my baseball team isn't doing well
Someone left a bomb in Times Square
There's oil floating off the coast;
a massive amount. We might not be
able to eat shrimp from there, anymore.

I'm writing an anthology
it's a large volume, cant you see

I dream of you in the morning while I eat
apple slices waiting for my coffee to brew.

Love can take you.
Love can make you.
Love can break you
Be careful who you love,
you don't want it to come to
push and shove,
even if it's only mentally.
You don't want to lock down,
with the one who you used to
get down with.
You can't hustle love.
You can't lie to love.
Love can take you.
Love can make you.
Love can break you.
Be careful who you love.

Willie Nelson told Larry King
that he could write songs at any time
because he was a professional.
Should I be that way with poetry,
and am I?

I am anything, but stupid,
so it would behoove you to find
a better word to use
when my opinion doesn't agree with yours.

No book can justify your behavior

You can "be" in Jesus Christ
and still be an asshole.

A friend

She is a friend, and I will take a friend
over a million one night stands, any day.

You can't get what you want
when you want it, a lot of the time,
and people will most likely not do
what you want them to do,
and all you can do about that is
control how you react to such a situation.
This is good advice that I have been given,
that I try to follow.
When I follow it, the level of tranquility
in my existence is high.

She finally called,
and though I don't think
that she is going to
hop on a plane
and come marry me,
it was good to talk to her
for the first time.
Her voice was as sweet
as that of an angel.

You have to have faith
that I am as good as
you think that I am.
I can't give you babies,
but I can give you love,
and I have to remember
that love gives,
love doesn't take,
though I do take sweetener
in my coffee,
and I am going to have
a coffee right now.

This morning is quiet. Bundy sits attentively at the front door, taking in everything that happens on the sidewalk in front of our abode. Morisson lays near my feet, read to be petted, and scratched. Kobain sit on the chair that I so badly wanted, but that I have never sat in myself; the chair belongs to the cats. I don't know where Jaggar is; as is usually the case, he has hidden himself, somewhere about the apartment.

She finally called,
and though I don't think
that she is going to
hop on a plane
and come marry me,
it was good to talk to her
for the first time.
Her voice was as sweet
as that of an angel.

You have to have faith
that I am as good as
you think that I am.
I can't give you babies,
but I can give you love,
and I have to remember
that love gives,
love doesn't take,
though I do take sweetener
in my coffee,
and I am going to have
a coffee right now.

Yes that's how it will be

There will be nothing to write about
at the nursing home, so I will not
be going there. I will sit on the front porch
and swing, grandchildren, and dogs,
bringing me things with which I really
don't know what to do.
The grandkid's say, "It's for you, grand poppa,"
and the dogs won't let go of
what they've brought me
preferring to engage in a game of tug o war.

Out of time

It sounds good," said the guy
walking past my porch, this evening.
The guitar was missing a string,
was out of tune,
and was being played by me
who hasn't a clue as to how to play
the guitar.
He probably wouldn't have bought
a c.d. of the porch performance.
He was probably being polite,
and if he had had to stick around
and listen to more of my playing,
he would have, instead, run like hell.

It's going to be an uncomfortable moment,
it's going to be uncomfortable for a little while.
I was hoping that it would be easy,
but I don't think that I'm going to be able to
make you smile.
I've been in some difficult situations,
even spent a night or two in jail.

She's fresh out of things to say
guess she wants me to go away
wonders why men always stay away
she's uptight
It doesn't seem right
but that's just the way it is
I've got better things to do
than waste time with this
she's uptight
she's uptight
I've got better things to do
than waste my time with this.

Blue eyed green eyed girl Van Morrison
didn't write a song about you
so I've got a poem for you, will that do,
will that make it up to you,
will that put a smile on your face,
since he neglected you?

You, you little blue eyed girl,
you, you little green eyed girl,
I've got something to say to you,
you are as pretty as a sunset
on a clear, clear beautiful spring day.

You, you little blue eyed girl,
you, you little green eyed girl,
you make someones day just looking
into their eyes,
you, you little blue eyed girl,
you, you little green eyed girl.

Choices

The heat hit me just as the drink hit
the near street level fellows doing shots
at the table next to me.
In the old days, I would have lost it,
and started yelling and screaming at somebody,
but, yesterday, I breathed in and out
through my nose, packed up my belongings,
and moved on down the road.

Let me step into the limelight,
because I have something I want to say,
and, then, once I've said it
I'm going to go away.

What Christ is that you worship,
one who teaches you to hate?

Charles Manson and Ted Bundy might have written some great poetry: do you care?

I want you to have a fantabulous day,
twisted into pretzels like you are.
Each fold is beautiful, a different part of you.
You would never have been something unfolded.

He's just a fool without you,
isn't sure what to do in the morning,
Can't fix himself lunch,
can't tuck himself in at night.

Those guys have a career.
I'm walking out of here alone.
Shouldn't have hit that last number.
One toke over the line put me in jail.
You can't sing country songs
when you are in prison,
but you can but the only listening is the man.

I find it amazing interesting perturbing
how, when you are out, some people
just insert themselves into your group.
This mostly happens when one, or more,
of your group is a good looking female.
The man will start off shaking your hand,
acting like he is all glad to see you,
but very soon he is openly drooling over the gal,
and asking her for her phone number.
She is not stupid, and gives him a fake number,
looking him in the eye, and assuring him
that it really is her correct number.
Life is too short to lose much sleep
over this. I am sure that I have been a dick head
in the past in similar situations,
and this is probably some sort of karma pay back.

I'm looking for a God time

I'm looking for a God time
for thought he doesn't exist
I believe in him.

Get up off the floor

It hurts to get blown off,
but I will dust myself off,
and keep looking for the girl
who won't go away.

She will be pretty as an angel,
in heart soul and appearance.

Back in 1993

People confess to me
that they have a drinking problem,
as they down another drink;
"I quit you know," they say, "back in 1993."
I don't try to save them;
I know that I can't fix them.
Like the old saying goes
"You can bring a horse to water,
but you can't make it drink."

I'm everything that you want in a man
but you don't see it

Perhaps an incorrect solution

Area 25 of my brain used to misfire
all the time. My solution for it
was to imbibe lots of liquor. This
worked to a degree, the problem being
that I often replaced one problem
with another. Which is worse: to be
laying in bed depressed, or to be
laying on the floor of the drunk tank,
covered in blood and vomit?

The new day is brilliant. I am so glad to be here. I am sipping my first morning cup of coffee, having just fed all the animals. Last night was a brilliant night. I went to see Snave and The Grass play at my favorite BBQ Joint, DBA BBQ, in this Big City. Snave and The Grass put on a hell of a show.

It's one of those nights
where I am tired,
but I don't want to go to bed.
I am scared that I will
miss out on something.

Where you gonna go when the numbers start falling off?

Free the turtles, said the man.

THESE ARE DUPLICATES OF SOME POEMS ABOVE, BUT
THEY HAVE TITLES.
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He called me stupid

I am anything, but stupid,
so it would behoove you to find
a better word to use
when my opinion doesn't agree with yours.






No book can justify your behavior

You can "be" in Jesus Christ
and still be an asshole.






A friend

She is a friend, and I will take a friend
over a million one night stands, any day.






Great advice

You can't get what you want
when you want it, a lot of the time,
and people will most likely not do
what you want them to do,
and all you can do about that is
control how you react to such a situation.
This is good advice that I have been given,
that I try to follow.
When I follow it, the level of tranquility
in my existence is high.






This morning is quiet. Bundy sits attentively at the front door, taking in everything that happens on the sidewalk in front of our abode. Morisson lays near my feet, ready to be petted, and scratched. Kobain sits on the chair that I so badly wanted, but that I have never sat in myself; the chair now belongs to the cats. I don't know where Jaggar is, as is usually the case; he has hidden himself, somewhere about the apartment.






Yes that's how it will be

There will be nothing to write about
at the nursing home, so I will not
be going there. I will sit on the front porch
and swing, grandchildren, and dogs,
bringing me things with which I really
don't know what to do.
The grandkid's say, "It's for you, grand poppa,"
and the dogs won't let go of
what they've brought me
preferring to engage in a game of tug o war.







Out of time

It sounds good," said the guy
walking past my porch, this evening.
The guitar was missing a string,
was out of tune,
and was being played by me
who hasn't a clue as to how to play
the guitar.
He probably wouldn't have bought
a c.d. of the porch performance.
He was probably being polite,
and if he had had to stick around
and listen to more of my playing,
he would have, instead, run like hell.








An uncomfortable moment

It's going to be an uncomfortable moment,
it's going to be uncomfortable for a little while.
I was hoping that it would be easy,
but I don't think that I'm going to be able to
make you smile.
I've been in some difficult situations,
even spent a night or two in jail.








You little blue eyed green eyed girl

Blue eyed green eyed girl
Van Morrison didn't write a song about you
so I've got a poem for you, will that do,
will that make it up to you,
will that put a smile on your face,
since he neglected you?

You, you little blue eyed girl,
you, you little green eyed girl,
I've got something to say to you,
you are as pretty as a sunset
on a clear, clear beautiful spring day.

You, you little blue eyed girl,
you, you little green eyed girl,
you make someone's day just looking
into their eyes,
you, you little blue eyed girl,
you, you little green eyed girl.





Choices

The heat hit me just as the drink hit
the near street level fellows doing shots
at the table next to me.
In the old days, I would have lost it,
and started yelling and screaming at somebody,
but, yesterday, I breathed in and out
through my nose, packed up my belongings,
and moved on down the road.







Hit and run

Let me step into the limelight,
because I have something I want to say,
and, then, once I've said it
I'm going to go away.





Charles Manson and Ted Bundy might have written some great poetry: do you care?






Salted or not

I want you to have a fantabulous day,
twisted into pretzels like you are.
Each fold is beautiful, a different part of you.
You would never have been something unfolded.







Childlike without you

He's just a fool without you,
isn't sure what to do in the morning,
Can't fix himself lunch,
can't tuck himself in at night.








Country singing

Those guys have a career.
I'm walking out of here alone.
I shouldn't have hit that last number.
One toke over the line put me in jail.
You can't sing country songs
when you are in prison;
the only listening is the man.







The insertion of the unwanted

I find it amazing interesting perturbing
how, when you are out, some people
just insert themselves into your group.
This mostly happens when one, or more,
of your group is a good looking female.
The man will start off shaking your hand,
acting like he is all glad to see you,
but very soon he is openly drooling over the gal,
and asking her for her phone number.
She is not stupid, and gives him a fake number,
looking him in the eye, and assuring him
that it really is her correct number.
Life is too short to lose much sleep
over this. I am sure that I have been a dick head
in the past in similar situations,
and this is probably some sort of karma pay back.







I'm looking for a God time

I'm looking for a God time
for though many say that he doesn't exist
I believe in him.








Get up off the floor

It hurts to get blown off,
but I will dust myself off,
and keep looking for the girl
who won't go away.

She will be pretty as an angel,
in heart soul and appearance.






Back in 1993

People confess to me
that they have a drinking problem,
as they down another drink;
"I quit you know," they say, "back in 1993."
I don't try to save them;
I know that I can't fix them.
Like the old saying goes
"You can bring a horse to water,
but you can't make it drink."







Blind

I'm everything that you want in a man
but you don't see it

Perhaps an incorrect solution

Area 25 of my brain used to misfire
all the time. My solution for it
was to imbibe lots of liquor. This
worked to a degree, the problem being
that I often replaced one problem
with another. Which is worse: to be
laying in bed depressed, or to be
laying on the floor of the drunk tank,
covered in blood and vomit?
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I was 21 once myself

My attendance at Little League games
is a thing of the past.
The kid now buys his own pizza;
he has a job,
he has a motorcycle,
he has a full rich life.
At times, it seems like
he should have more time for me,
but I have been 21 once myself,
and I understand how it goes.

What to do

I picked flowers
on the walk back
from bringing a lunch
to my daughter
at her school.
I have two years left
to bring her lunches
before she graduates
from high school.
Who knows what will
happen then.
When she is through
with school
it will be the first
time in almost three decades
that I have not had
a child in school;
what to do with my life then,
what to do.

I've got your picture, but you've got another man..."

I can t wait to get inside the mind of another girl.
I can t wait to get inside
I can t wait to get inside her.

No pot to piss in

I don't own a house.
I don't own a car.
I haven't got a pot to piss in,

but I've got a smile on my face,
and children who love me,
so I must have done something right.

My daddy always said
that I wouldn't ever have
a pot to piss in,
and it turns out that he was right.

I'm sure glad

My heart skips a beat
every time that she says
that she isn't coming home,
right away, afer school,
but I know that she is happy
and pray that she is always safe;
my young daughter has turned into
a nearly grown woman
right in front of my eyes.

I remember when she was born.
I remember when I first held her.
I remember taking her for ice cream,
and pushing her on the swing.
I remember buying her pizza,
throwing her the baseball,
all the kind of things
that a man is lucky enough
to be able to do with his daughter.

Soon she will be flying into that space
where she is all grown up.
Soon I will not have to fix her snacks
after school.
Soon she will not need me
to fix her lunch,

but she has a few years to go,
and I'm going to make the best of
the time that I have.

All I can say is that I'm
sure glad that I'm her dad.

I started to get mad
when he said that
he was going to hit me,
and then I thought of a work
that calmed me down:

PROBATION.

He didn't outweigh us.
He couldn't outrun us.
We were smarter than him,
but he beat us anyway.

He slept in.
He stayed up late.
We became resigned to the situation,
said it was fate.

No brown m & m's

I'm in the green room sure I am making the right move
trying to get to the other side. I'm tired of watching
the television. I want to have a show. When you change
the channel, wherever you go: there I'll be selling you
satisfaction; I'm the man comes on the tv and tells you
how white your pants can be. I'm in the green room
waiting for my turn; I know that I can make the mass of man
and woman yearn for me. Give me my chance. I'll look good
on the tv, no brown m and m's, please, in the green room
for me.

That's a lie that we collect east to west,
north to south, in The United States, and around the world.
She said to me, "I hate it, but I am insecure,
I don't like it when my man looks at another girl."
I said, "Honey, I know what you are talking about.
I am insecure, too."
East to west, north to south, in The United States,
and around the world, nobody likes it
when their man looks at another girl.

Keep your tongue away from down there

I'd been dating this gal for awhile,
I was a musician, and I had to go on the road.
This gal and I was having supper,
the night before I was going to leave,
a very fine supper that she had fixed,
and then she revealed what she had
up her sleeve...


She said I don't care if you kiss them,
I don't care if you play with their tits,
just don't go sticking you dick in them,
and keep your tongue away from down there.

And, one night, when she was very drunk,
she said I don't care if you fuck 'em
and I don't care if your tongue goes down there.

yeah, keep your tongue away from down there.

I went on the road, and though it nearly drove me
out of my head, I did what she had on mind.



And then as we got more serious
the rules of the game kept changing,
she said I don't care if you kiss them,
but don't play with their tits,
don't go sticking your dick in 'em,
and keep your tongue away from down there.

Peace and Love: Two Bucks

Harvey is standing at the front door, screaming
at butterflies; he perhaps doesn't understand
the reason why they flutter so freely, just that
they are fluttering near his front door.
If Henry had a tank, he might kill them,
for getting in his way.

Thomas,

I can not tell you how thankful I am for your contribution to my tip jar,
to help me get the shots for my dogs Morisson, and Bundy, and my cats, Kobain,
and Jaggar. I hope that life is treating you well, my friend.

Sincerely,
Mikel K Poet

PS Morisson(pictured below)says hello!!!

I don't know who is the bigger asshole, the father who splits, and doesn't help raise his kids, or the dad who sticks around and is a prick to his children.






No time to make love

Everybody's making money
nobody's making love
when it comes to push or shove
we got the biggest weapon.

Something's wrong
the answer is not clear
so few have it all
so many got nothing.

We can adopt a Buddhist attitude
but that won't make
the polluted air and waters go away.

Everybody's making money
nobody's making love
when it comes to push or shove
we got the biggest weapon.

It's just business
they will tell you
as they stab you in the back
steal everything that they can't
"legally" take from you.

I've turned my tv off
quit paying the bill from criminals
that come in the mail
I stare at my turtles
in their tank
watch my dogs and cats play
Like John Lennon said, "I'm just watching
the wheels turn round and round."

It's just business
they will tell you
as they stab you in the back
steal everything that they can't
"legally" take from you.

Everybody's making money
nobody's making love
when it comes to push or shove
we got the biggest weapon.






Mudcat, his band, and I did a searing rendition of, "Someday I Will Start The Revolution," last night. You know when you are on. You know when Mudcat is on, which is all of the time, and you know when his band is on(all of the time, also). You also know when the audience, is onto what you are doing, and they were ferociously onto it, last night.

My good friend, Puchi, was there, last night. Puchi was my first Atlanta love, way back in 1983. She and I met in Little Five Points, I asked her out, and I cooked dinner for her, at the rooming house that I was living in, in Little Five Points, at the time. She laughs to this day that the chicken I cooked for her was raw! She also laughs that I invited a homeles man to have dinner with us! That homeless man was Kerry Wendell Thornley, the internationally known writer, and conspiracy theorist. It speaks well for Puchi that she can eat raw chicken with a then very alcoholic poet, and a homeless man, and not bat an eyelash. Recently, I was telling people that Puchi was my first girlfriend in Atlanta, which is what I think of her, and she was saying, "No, we just fucked a couple of times..." Last night, though, Puchi was telling people that we were in love, as we still are; it is hard to be friends for almost 30 years, and not be in love.


At the gig, I ran into the guy who gives really great customer service at the store; he was really drunk, and he threatened to hit me for bringing up that he worked at the store. He said that that really wasn't who he was, that he was something else, and he just did that to pay the bills. He wore a dress, and kept lifting it to show people his penis. Like Hunter Thompson said, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro!"


Hey, keep from working at Walmart, will you, and kick in some money for shots for Morisson, and Bundy. Think of me as a poet on the street reading my lines to you, with my hat on the sidewalk in front of me...

--Mikel K

I don't know who is the bigger asshole, the father who splits, and doesn't help raise his kids, or the dad who sticks around and is a prick to his children.

No time to make love

Everybody's making money
nobody's making love
when it comes to push or shove
we got the biggest weapon.

Something's wrong
the answer is not clear
so few have it all
so many got nothing.

We can adopt a Buddhist attitude
but that won't make
the polluted air and waters go away.

Everybody's making money
nobody's making love
when it comes to push or shove
we got the biggest weapon.

It's just business
they will tell you
as they stab you in the back
steal everything that they can't
"legally" take from you.

I've turned my tv off
quit paying the bill from criminals
that come in the mail
I stare at my turtles
in their tank
watch my dogs and cats play
Like John Lennon said, "I'm just watching
the wheels turn round and round."

It's just business
they will tell you
as they stab you in the back
steal everything that they can't
"legally" take from you.

Everybody's making money
nobody's making love
when it comes to push or shove
we got the biggest weapon.

Mudcat, his band, and I did a searing rendition of, "Someday I Will Start The Revolution," last night. You know when you are on. You know when Mudcat is on, which is all of the time, and you know when his band is on(all of the time, also). You also know when the audience, is onto what you are doing, and they were ferociously onto it, last night.

My good friend, Puchi, was there, last night. Puchi was my first Atlanta love, way back in 1983. She and I met in Little Five Points, I asked her out, and I cooked dinner for her, at the rooming house that I was living in, in Little Five Points, at the time. She laughs to this day that the chicken I cooked for her was raw! She also laughs that I invited a homeles man to have dinner with us! That homeless man was Kerry Wendell Thornley, the internationally known writer, and conspiracy theorist. It speaks well for Puchi that she can eat raw chicken with a then very alcoholic poet, and a homeless man, and not bat an eyelash. Recently, I was telling people that Puchi was my first girlfriend in Atlanta, which is what I think of her, and she was saying, "No, we just fucked a couple of times..." Last night, though, Puchi was telling people that we were in love, as we still are; it is hard to be friends for almost 30 years, and not be in love.

The garbagemen are doing their thing. Our house, with five apartments in it, is doing a great job of recycling; we hardly ever have very much real trash for the landfill. How is your day going? I am still high from doing, "Someday I Will Start The Revolution," with Mudcat and his band, yesterday at The Eddie Tigner Benefit.

Mikel K Poet Mudcat is such a professional, such a great human being. I am happy, and proud, that he lets me get up on the same stage with him, and do my thing.

I am shooting more of The Mikel K Movie with James Truax tomorrow. James is a huge filmmaking talent. He has turned the project into a 90 minute movie. We are looking for people who know me know, and knew me in the day to be in the movie talking about ME. Contact ME if you are interested.

It looks overcast out there, and it is a bit hot in here: that is the weather forecast for today. I am thrilled to be alive, this morning, and I glad that you are here to share in the beauty of this day with me. Someday...we will start The Revolution!!

She's a hard partier;
you can see her at most any Panic show.
Dancing with a brewski,
waiting for her drug of choice to kick in.

You don't get much sympathy

I like living life straight.
I like knowing every word that comes out of my face.
I like not waking up in a jail cell, in the morning.
I like not wandering the God-forsaken halls of the loony bin.
I like knowing where I'm at.
I like knowing where I've been.
I like not looking over my shoulder,
not getting thrown out of bars.
I like not riding in the back of police cars.
I like knowing the name of the woman
who I wake up next to in the morning.
I like not burning bridges,
turning smiles into frowns,
drunk and ready to get down with anybody
who happens to be around.
Less and less people were hanging around me,
when you're an asshole, you don't get much sympathy.

--Mikel K
(For John Cooper)

Where drugs and booze took me

I prefer you when you are not high
but the choice is not mine
You are free to be
and you say that the drugs set you free
I never found freedom in being stoned
I always felt confined when chained to a pipe
I never found freedom in LSD
it about drove me out of my mind,
but you are you, and I am me
and I hope that you never have to
come to the conclusions
that drugs and booze took me to.

I bring my lunch. I used to
stay after school, and study,
to keep my mind of off you.

What little life has given you you poo poo
Many a deaf and dumb has gone further than you
You have talents that you choose not to use
You'd rather go poo poo.

I'll scare her away; watch, but I'll attract ten others, but none of them will be suited to me. I'm a curmudgeon, a hermit; I'm most comfortable seated alone at my laptop, dogs at my feet, cats running back and forth, turtles moving about happily in their water.

Scattered thoughts from a day in May

I am far too lacking in focus to ever have any great "success," as a writer. I will wallow in the minor leagues while far less talented writers bask in the glory of the best selling lists.


Birds are chirping outside my window. When some men hear birds chirping, they grab their gun and go out and try to shoot them some breakfast. When other men, such as myself, hear birds they become calm, full of the beauty of life. I mostly have oatmeal for breakfast.

Sunday is a God Morning, but not more so than any other day of the week. God is, or he, or she, isn't, or maybe God is just a maybe...

Sometimes, I wish that I could take back a friend request on the internet. I just sent one out that I did not mean to send, one that could be possibly embarrassing. I hate to be embarrassed.


Some women appreciate it when you tell them that they have delightful breasts, and other women get pissed off, saying that you are a sexist pig, satanic in nature, an asshole, surely not a child of God, so the urge to compliment a woman's tits must be held in, until you are sure of the nature of the beast who you are dealing with.


She is famous now. She was friendly to me, when I had the ink to give her, when I could put her name, and her picture in the newspaper, and when I was no longer doing that, she was no longer interested in sending me adoring letters. I am sure that she is still sending out adoring letters to the people who still have ink, because she adores seeing her name in the paper.

My ear itches. My ear often itches. I scratch it, but it itches more. I don't like having an ear that itches, but I would never cut it off.


The two window air conditioners make my space chilly, which is important to me. Heat rattles my brain, makes me angry, and confused, like the meds are not working, and I simply can not have that. It is a brilliant new day. I am so blessed to have awoken once more, and be here to face all that life offers me. These first sips of this first cup of coffee are dazzling. I am so blessed to be allowed to taste such a nectar of the angels.

Somebody, who I don't know just died, and left me a fortune, according to an email that I just received. What a great way to start a Sunday. I haven't even had my first cup of coffee, yet, and already, I am a millionaire. I slept well last night, having no idea how great my fortune was to be, today. I no longer have to worry about how I am going to pay for the cats and dogs shots. Praise the Lord.

I've never met a cat that I couldn't lick to ecstasy.

I ain't got the secret; I still got to reach.
I need a little bit of love. I need a little bit of love.

--Mikel K

It is the time of year for Bundy, and Morison, my dogs, and Kobain, and Jaggar, my cats, to have their shots. I find myself a day late and a dollar short. Please help a brother out by putting some money in The Mikel K Tip Jar. The tip jar is lonely, baby; talk to it.

I'll scare her away; watch, but I'll attract ten others, but none of them will be suited to me. I'm a curmudgeon, a hermit; I'm most comfortable seated alone at my laptop, dogs at my feet, cats running back and forth, turtles moving about happily in their water.

I am far too lacking in focus to ever have any great "success," as a writer. I will wallow in the minor leagues while far less talented writers bask in the glory of the best selling lists.

Birds are chirping outside my window. When some men hear birds chirping, they grab their gun and go out and try to shoot them some breakfast. When other men, such as myself, hear birds they become calm, full of the beauty of life. I mostly have oatmeal for breakfast.

Sunday is a God Morning, but not more so than any other day of the week. God is, or he, or she, isn't, or maybe God is just a maybe...

I wish that you could take back a friend request. I just sent one out that I did not mean to send, one that could be possibly embarrassing. I hate to be embarrassed.

Some women appreciate it when you tell them that they have delightful breasts, and other women get pisses off, saying that you are a sexist pig, satanic in nature, an asshole, surely not a child of God, so the urge to compliment a woman's tits must be held in, until you are sure of the nature of the beast who you are dealing with.

She is famous now. She was friendly to me, when I had the ink to give her, when I could put her name, and her picture in the newspaper, and when I was no longer doing that, she was no longer interested in sending me adoring letters.

My ear itches. My ear often itches. I scratch it, but it itches more. I don't like having an ear that itches, but I would never cut it off.

The two window air conditioners make my space chilly, which is important to me. Heat rattles my brain, makes me angry, and confused, like the meds are not working, and I simply can not have that. It is a brilliant new day. I am so blessed to have awoken once more, and be here to face all that life offers me. These first sips of this first cup of coffee are dazzling. I am so blessed to be allowed to taste such a nectar of the angels.

Somebody, who I don't know just died, and left me a fortune, according to an email that I just received. What a great way to start a Sunday. I haven't even had my first cup of coffee, yet, and already, I am a millionaire. I slept well last night, having no idea how great my fortune was to be, today. I no longer have to worry about how I am going to pay for the cats and dogs shots. Praise the Lord.

I've never met a cat that I couldn't lick to ecstasy.

I ain't got the secret; I still got to reach.
I need a little bit of love. I need a little bit of love.

I partied one liver down; momma bought me a new one.
I partied that second liver down; momma bought me a new one.
I partied seventeen livers down.
I went all the way on sixteen other folks' livers.

I don't want to look for her anymore, today.
I'm too tired to search for her; often
when you seek, you do not find. You go blind trying.

The dogs are asleep, and I will be soon, also. Another day concludes. I didn't make a million dollars, but, also, I didn't kill anybody and put myself behind bars for life. You have to have a good perspective on things: it could be worse, it could always be worse, but it could also get better, and with each day sober, on this beautiful planet, each day, for me, keeps getting better and better.

I don't want to go to the ATM and get out money that I don't really have to give to you who already has money. It would seem like a stupid thing to do, so I will just stay home with my dogs, and my cats, and my turtles and enjoy another bright, and beautiful evening at home.

Neha Dubey

Neha
hello
15:44Me
Hello
15:46Neha
how are you?
15:49Me
I m great thanks. How are you?
15:52Neha
I am great too
where are you put up?
15:53Me
It isn t showing me what you said.
15:53Neha
I asked you-- where are you put up?
15:54Me
Atlanta, Georgia USA and you?
15:54Neha
ohh nice to learn that!
I live in India
15:55Me
so far away...
15:55Neha
lol
15:55Me
Do you know of The Iyengar Yoga Studio in Prune?
15:55Neha
yeah
yeah..Thats pune
Ramamani Iyengar memorial?
15:57Me
No it is a Yoga Studio owned by BKS Iyengar
15:58Neha
yeah I know
how do you know about it?
15:58Me
I study Yoga at an Iyengar School here
15:58Neha
great!
15:59Me
Yes, it is very rewarding
15:59Neha
Its name here is Ramamani Iyengar memorial
15:59Me
Oh, I see...thanks
15:59Neha
it is owned by BKS Iyengar
Yoga is a divine technique to bring sync to mind and soul
I too have learned Yoga and possess a degree in it.
16:07Me
Tha is great.
How did you come to talk to me, today?
16:07Neha
umm...you added me write?
and your name says poet
I am a poet too
so, just thought of stopping to say hi
16:08Me
Well then it is no surprise that we have found ourselves here today!!
That is very polite of you.
From reading your page, I see that you have a beautiful spirit.
16:09Neha
Thanks

16:13Neha
nice talking to you
its late for me
I should hit the sac now
good day to you

16:15Me
It was nice meeting you also. Keep in touch, and smile.
16:16Neha
thanks
I will
you too

Not everything that I write has to be written to exist in a book. Some things can just be written to be written.

Bundy is whining, and I am not in the mood for it. I am going to stick his head in the oven, and turn it on. Soon, I will have some well done Sylvia Plath dog.

My neighbor, who I call "The Good Neighbor," has surely forgotten about me, and the par-tee that we were supposed to adhere ouselves to. Beoch. Beoch. Funging beoch; they are all useless funging beoches!! Ha ha, I am joking. You can not give control of your life over to anyone. You can not give control of your life over to anything. You must depend on self. Don't look to God or Government to bail you out. Ha...there is a knock on my door, and there is The Good Neighbor. She has gotten here later than I thought that she would; but oh don't I know that people don't always adhere to my desires. It is good to see her smile.

I suffered all day in the heat thinking that I might save a buck, but if I go stark raving mad because of the high temperature, then I would surely be down on my luck.

I called the landlord, and told him the problem that I was having with the AC unit, that it would only work on fan. He said that I had to play with the button, that it would work, and that if I couldn't figure it out to call him back. I fiddled with the button, and like he said, it worked. I texted him, and I said, "Thanks!"

I can not function in heat. It affects my bipolarity very badly. I start having bad thoughts about just about everything. I lose control of my mind. My happiness disappears. This is due to stress. Stress is not a good thing for me, in any form, and heat presents a very evil stress for me to endure. I lose to stress. Stress pins me down, and drools onto my face. Stress has its way with me, and there is absolutely no pleasure in it for me.

Not everything that I write has to be written to exist in a book. Some things can just be written to be written.

Bundy is whining, and I am not in the mood for it. I am going to stick his head in the oven, and turn it on. Soon, I will have some well done Sylvia Plath dog.

My neighbor, who I call "The Good Neighbor," has surely forgotten about me. Bitch. Bitch. Fucking bitch; they are all useless fucking bitches!! Ha ha, I am joking. You can not give control of your life over to anyone. You can not give control of your life over to anything. You must depend on self. Don't look to God or Government to bail you out.

I suffered all day in the heat thinking that I might save a buck,
but if I go stark raving mad because of the high temperature,
then I would surely be down on my luck.

Have a baby to have a baby and you will not be experiencing love. I've heard of this, but really have trouble believing that it exists. What about love? What about love? Well, the guy makes a lot of money, so you and the baby will be set when you divorce him.

If your decision is an indecision; I can't hang with you.
Arrive early, be prepared. Don't blow me off because
I am not high enough on your list. Answer your phone,
return phone calls. Why give me your number to start with
if you are not going to communicate with me? I'm not that
desperate that I am going to deal with you if you are a
beoch.

A faked blonde perspective

She felt rather sharp, then she took a walk in the park,
and saw what all the other ladies were wearing to dinner.
She went back home, she got on the phone, she said
I'm never walking through that park, alone, again.

I like it

I like it when songs are real,and singers tell the truth.
I like it when a man says if you give him your vote
that he will look out for your interests, and he means it.
I like it when my waitress smiles at me,
and makes me feel like she is glad to see me.
I like it when my mechanic doesn't
try to screw me over when fixing my car.
I like it when the deejay shuts up
on the radio, and mostly plays songs.
I like it when someone believes in God,
and they are not putting a collection plate in front of you.
I love a love story with a happy ending,
especially when it's between you and me.

I just caught Henry eating out of my trash can. What a clever dog; he is so tall that he can go places with his snout that are far out of the reach of my dogs, Morisson, and Bundy. I hope that Henry does not get the shits from whatever he eats. Henry is prone to the shits, and he is prone to relieving himself all over my carpet. He went inside his cage, the other night, over at his house. I thought that dogs would not poop inside their cage. I guess that if they have an upset tummy, they will do just about anything.

Henry and Bundy, are now at my front door, growling, and barking at passersby. This is not my favorite thing for them to do, but it seems to be in their nature to be guard dogs. Morisson does not have this instinct. He is laying on the floor at my feet, waiting for me to run on him.

My cats are asleep, and though they often stick their noses on the front door, and stare out at the world, they never growl, or bark at anyone.

The waiter took awhile to get to our table, but that was understandable because the place was packed; it was a Friday night. I found it weird that he stood so far away from out table; it made me feel like he thought that we were diseased, that he could possibly catch something from us. The wine and the chocolate cake were delivered at incredible speed. My cappuccino lingered behind the wine and the cake, but was not delivered in an unreasonable time. When the bill came, we left twenty percent, and not more, because the waiter had been functional, and efficient, but he had exhibited no personality. He made us feel like he waited on us because he had to, and not because we were God's gift to his evening.

She has the most magnificent legs in the building.
She makes the other girls run the other way.
She has the sweetest disposition, the most kind giving heart.

Hitting the big time

You have to be patient.
You have to be calm.
You have to not freak out,
not sound the alarm, prematurely.
You have to wait.
You have to wait.
You have to wait.


A turkey tale

I have to piss fairly badly
so this poem is going to
have to wait to get started.
Now, I've killed turkey,
that I didn't have to,
saying it's just to live.
I pray over him, and thank him.
I'm sure he cares.
He is in Heaven waiting
for his opportunity
to get even with me.
I will enter the pearly gates,
and he will have me
as his final supper.
What comes around goes around,
mother fucker







I hate when other peoples' dogs or cats puke, or shit, in my house, but then, come to think of it, I hate when my dogs or cats shit in my house.

Charles Manson: Born Leader

She said that she like Charles Manson's organizational skills,
and I said you mean his ability to get young girls to kill people,
and she said well he finally got what was coming to him,
which was certainly the truth.

Did Shakespeare ever fail at love?

You have put the mask on, once again.
I am a virgin, of sorts, who longs to love you.
Silliness often reigns supreme in the battle,
or you could look at the matter angrily,
but that would be stupid.
Stupid I am not, though I may long for
something that I can't have.
The rainbow is often off in the distance,
the pot of gold gone by the time you arrive.
Each day is full of love, if you will just look for it.

Define "successful," and I bet that it most often comes down to money. So, if you, mostly, have a smile on your face, and your kids and your dogs, cats, and turtles are always happy to see you; and so is, even, that small grandson who hasn't quite figured out who this rather large man, with the funky beard, who talks very loud is, then you are not "successful."

You are a a "bum" because your job is to write poetry.

"Does that pay well?" your girlfriends' parents will ask, cynically, knowing that their wishes for their daughter are better for her than her own wishes.

Anyway, you choose the path that you are on, and I am happy on the path that I am on, and I hope that you are happy on the path that you are on.




Don't you dump me on some thirsty street.
Don't take me for a ride that I can't afford.
If it's going to wind up for shit,
then in the beginning I'd rather be ignored.

I'm not looking for free entertainment.
I'm not looking for a long series of one night stands.
I'm not looking for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I'm not looking to be a loser, I'd rather be a winner.





START US UP

Henry and I dance to, "Start Me Up," by The Rolling Stones. At first, Bundy, and Morisson just look on, as if we are crazy, but soon our enthusiasm becomes infectious, and the other two dogs are dancing with us. This is really weird, I think; I have long wanted to be a Rock and Roll Superstar, but I never thought that my fan base would be my pets. You take happiness where you find it, and I am happy to be happy today; happy to be dancing with these dogs in this small apartment, that sorely needs a new carpet, that I call home.

Henry lives next door. He is a Great Dane. He is a regal, one year old Great Dane who loves to come over and visit with us. He and Bundy play for hours on end, play fighting over the stuffed animal of the day, play fighting without a stuffed animal, and, on very, very rare occaision, even launching into as much of a real fight as they can get into with me here to yell stop at them, at the top of their lungs. I am very large man, with a very large voice and it does not take me long to stop a dog fight, especially a dog fight between two dogs who really like each other.

The stuffed animals that the dogs play with, used to belong to my children when they were little. I saved them to give to my grandchildren, but now that I have a grandchild, the stuffed animals are too worn out, too covered in animal dander to be productive as a current toy for my grandson.

At first, my feeling were hurt over this. I was seriously bummed out that these stuffed animals that I had saved for him, from way before his birth, were not going to be a part of my grandson's life. And I was shocked when Henry first started walking about my apartment with the stuffed animals, offering them to Bundy to try and engage him in a game of tug o war, but I am not in the outcome business, and if the grandkid can't use the stuffed animals, and the dogs can, then so be it.

Henry is very reluctant to give up a stuffed animal, once he has it in his mouth. He will walk up to me with the thing in his mouth, and get me to pull on it, and then he won't let go. Henry loves to play tug o war, and he hates to lose.

--Mikel K

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Not having a "successful" Daddy, Morisson, and Bundy could use some help in getting their annual shots. Any money put in the K Tip Jar for this purpose will be greatly appreciated.

Define "successful," and I bet that it most often comes down to money. So, if you, mostly, have a smile on your face, and your kids and your dogs, cats, and turtles are always happy to see you; and so is, even, that small grandson who hasn't quite figured out who this rather large man, with the funky beard, who talks very loud is, then you are not "successful."

You are a "bum" because your job is to write poetry.

"Does that pay well?" your girlfriends' parents will ask, cynically, knowing that their wishes for their daughter are better for her than her own wishes.

Anyway, you choose the path that you are on, and I am happy on the path that I am on, and I hope that you are happy on the path that you are on.

Don't you dump me on some thirsty street.
Don't take me for a ride that I can't afford.
If it's going to wind up for shit,
then in the beginning I'd rather be ignored.

I'm not looking for free entertainment.
I'm not looking for a long series of one night stands.
I'm not looking for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I'm not looking to be a loser, I'd rather be a winner.

Henry and I dance to, "Start Me Up," by The Rolling Stones. At first, Bundy, and Morisson just look on, as if we are crazy, but soon our enthusiasm becomes infectious, and the other two dogs are dancing with us. This is really weird, I think; I have long wanted to be a Rock and Roll Superstar, but I never thought that my fan base would be my pets. You take happiness where you find it, and I am happy to be happy today; happy to be dancing with these dogs in this small apartment, that sorely needs a new carpet, that I call home.

Henry lives next door. He is a Great Dane. He is a regal, one year old Great Dane who loves to come over and visit with us. He and Bundy play for hours on end, play fighting over the stuffed animal of the day, play fighting without a stuffed animal, and, on very, very rare occaision, even launching into as much of a real fight as they can get into with me here to yell stop at them, at the top of their lungs. I am very large man, with a very large voice and it does not take me long to stop a dog fight, especially a dog fight between two dogs who really like each other.

The stuffed animals that the dogs play with, used to belong to my children when they were little. I saved them to give to my grandchildren, but now that I have a grandchild, the stuffed animals are too worn out, too covered in animal dander to be productive as a current toy for my grandson.

At first, my feelings were hurt over this. I was seriously bummed out that these stuffed animals that I had saved for him, from way before his birth, were not going to be a part of my grandson's life. And I was shocked when Henry first started walking about my apartment with the stuffed animals, offering them to Bundy to try and engage him in a game of tug o war, but I am not in the outcome business, and if the grandkid can't use the stuffed animals, and the dogs can, then so be it.

Henry is very reluctant to give up a stuffed animal, once he has it in his mouth. He will walk up to me with the thing in his mouth, and get me to pull on it, and then he won't let go. Henry loves to play tug o war, and he hates to lose.

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Henry mostly controls whatever stuffed animal that it is that he and Bundy are play fighting over, but, on those rare occasions that Bundy gains control of the animal, Henry gets mad and starts barking harshly at Bundy. This bark is a different bark than the one that Henry gives to people who pass by the front of his house, especially if those people have a dog walking with them.

The give me back my toy bark is a very deep, angry bark. It is meant to convey the fact that Henry might well fight you for that toy, though he never does. The front door bark is less intense. It is designed to let you know that Henry does not like you walking in front of his home.

Alone

Alone, there is no one
to point the finger at you,
saying that you are not
quite right,
saying that you are not
doing right,
saying that the love
that you give is not true.
Alone may be lonely,
but one can be better than
two.

I don't believe in checks
I am a miserable failure
with checking accounts.
I wind up full of anger
at the charges that are imposed
because I either can't balance
my money, or because I am trying
to do a tad amount of kiting.
For me it is cash, cash, cash

I'm soaking my feet after taking a walk about the neighborhood looking for a dog named Mack. Mack showed up this morning, on the sidewalk in front of my home, looking lost.

My neighbor, Adam, and I were having coffee, on The Love Porch, and I said, "Hey, that dog looks lost." Adam went down and said hello to the dog. I was impressed by how friendly he was with the dog, and how he gained its trust. I went and got one of my dog leashes, and we tied Mack to a tree in our front yard. I gave him some food, and then called the two phone numbers on the tag attached to his collar. No one answered. Henry and Anna, the two great danes who live with Adam were quite excited about Mack. They were on the porch barking out hellos to Mack.

Adam and I went about our business, waiting for someone to call back about Mack. Mack didn't like being tied to the tree, and spent most of his time there barking, loudly.

My downstairs neighbor came up, and asked what was up, that he couldn't concentrate with that dog barking. I said that I would put Mack on the porch, and see if he was quieter there. Mack went onto the porch without being lead there, as if he had been there before, as if he felt comfortable there, like it was home. And then Bundy burst through my front door onto the porch and headed towards Mack.

Mac appeared to be part boxer and part pit bull, and Bundy is part Rottweiller. I did not want to chance some sort of territorial battle, so I yelled at Bundy to, "go home." He did, but my yelling scared Mack, and he bolted out through the porch door, which wasn't latched. The last I saw of him he was hauling ass north.

About 15 minutes later, a man called and asked me if I had called him about Mack. I said yes I had, but Mack had escaped. I told him that I would keep an eye out for him.

There was lots of fun, and adventure, in my life, this morning, with out even leaving the property.

I hope that Mack is safe, and that he finds his way home.

STREET CAT SO SCARY.
STREET CAST SO WISE.
STREET CAT KNOWS HOW TO SURVIVE.

Sometimes

Even a winner breaks down
You can't always be on top
You can't always rock.
Sometimes you go to have
something for dinner.

Such fun

Smoking cigarettes.
Snorting cocaine.
Drinking whiskey.

Sadness

Were you there in the moment
that passed so rapidly by?
Was that you dancing
while the band played on?
Now, you sit in your room,
and cry.

Bi-polar

He's bigger than his britches.
I'm waiting for my day in the sun.

My time is ending

I will get off the stage.
I hope I have said something
worth hearing.

Who wrote the rules?

Have you ever been caught stealing,
or is it more a case of
them cheating like you were never taught?
What if the teachers were crooks,
and they taught you to be honest?

We get what we settle for

Whether it be
an unsatisfactory relationship
or a polluted planet.

Of course it's really none of my business

She obviously doesn't know,
or understand, his past;
with one girl he will never last.
His appetite is insatiable;
why he would profess his love to her
and then put her through
what he is going to put her through
is a mystery to me.

I was thinking yesterday how I am a hypocrite in calling for a boycott of BP.

I was walking with my dog Morisson to the grocery store, and Morrisson stopped and took a shit on the grass that lies between the sidewalk, and the road. I reached into my bag to get a poop picker upper bag, but I didn't have any with me, so Morisson's big pile of shit was left there for the rest of the world to deal with.

On the way back from the store, Mo took another shit, this time on the sidewalk, where people coming behind me could step in it.

What is the difference between me letting my dog shit anywhere on the planet and not clean it up, and BP's dumping oil into our precious waters?

I'm a liar, though I know what's true; what to do.

She was the least good looking woman that I had ever seen,
and soon she was introduced to me; and it was clear immediately
that she wanted nothing to do with me,
so, now, I have both pretty and ugly girls ignoring me.

I'm as serious as a heart attack,
once I leave I ain't never coming back.
I gave you an infinite number of chances,
but I kept finding you with other boys
at the dances.
I can only take so much,
I'm tired of eating lunch, and dinner alone.
You never call me. You never answer your phone.

Exposure
to anything
can be good.
Exposure
to some things
can be bad.
The road is long
with many twists
in it,
you must be careful
how you navigate
the curves.

Some boys,
some girls,
are good.
Some boys,
some girls,
are bad.

Sometimes you don't know
who is what until it is
too late.

Fate, is involved
at every turn.

Is it for you that I yearn?

I just feel stupid tracking her down,
she knows my name, she knows my number,
she doesn't answer, she doesn't call,
that is a bummer, that is no fun at all.

May the road treat you well

May your parents look favorably on you
though you choose a different path
than they wanted you to be on.

In a bar, people will come up and stick there face in front of your face, as if they know you, and smile. I stand there racking my brain trying to figure out where I know this friendly face from, and then I realize that I do not know them, that they have been drinking, and are probably going about the bar sticking their face in most everybody's face.

There is no such thing as love,
just as there is no such thing as religion,
there is only money.

Morisson woke me at 6 a.m., on the dot, by jumping into my bed, and burrowing his nose into my hand, so I knew that there must be a storm outside. It is useless to try and sleep, when Morisson is in this extremely fidgety, extremely scared state, so I turned on my light, sat up, and started my day. I like to rise between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., anyway, when I have not gone to bed too late, so the dog was really not putting me out by much.

Peace and Love

Brother, I know that I used to preach peace and love.
Sister, I'll tell you: I just got tired,
all that emotion, and nobody really cared:
they got their college degrees,cut their hair,
and joined the system,
leaving this preacher no choir to preach to.

So, why does "the revolution,"never occur?

"What have you got to lose?"
the band sang from the stage.
Your house.
Your car.
Your wife.
Your kids.
Your dogs.
Your cats.
Your baseball collection.
Your four TV's.
Your DVDs collection.
Your fish tank.
Your golf clubs.
Your books. (Two of them.)
Your whole way of looking
at things,
and your understanding
of the world.

I need to get some new books from the library. I have three books from the library at the abode, right now, but not a one of them really interests me. It sucks to have books on hand that suck. I need to choose more carefully the next time that I am choosing books from the library.

Peace at all costs

Teach peace,
and war will beat you
every time.
The smart money is on war.
Doves are easy to kill.
Peace symbols easily
convert into the symbol
for a luxurious German car.
But don't ever quit trying;
don't you ever quit trying,
even if they kill you.

How many pets haven't made it home with you,
were put to death because nobody picked them?

You must give them enough to
make them feel one with The Lord.

Free is not given away easily;
something is always expected.
You must tip the crack addict
who breaks into your house.

Some of my best features
never reached my teachers,
I was saving them for the parking lot
where I lit up with the boys.

If I am going to walk the dogs for any distance, I like to walk in the street, that way our walk does not turn out to be a constant urinate in the high grass festival, like it will be if I try to walk the dogs on the sidewalk.

Bundy is walking way better than he ever has; he listens to the, "Back, Bundy, back," command that I have been giving him for over a year now, very well. I remember when Bundy was a complete pain in the ass to walk. He was very type A, which meant that he had to be out in front of Morisson on the walks, which meant that he was mostly dragging me along by his leash, which I did not like at all.

What I had to do, to remedy this, was to separate the dogs, and take them for a walk one at a time. On Bundy's walks I would work very hard with Bundy to get him to listen to me, and do what I wanted him to do, on our walks, and not do just what he wanted to do.

I am willing to compromise, most days, on most walks. I know that the dogs like to stop, and sniff, and piss, and I let them do a good bit of this on our walks, but there are days when I am trying to burn some calories on our walks, and stopping every 30 seconds to sniff, and piss, will not help me with that goal.

I am really thankful for how my new hip is acting on these walks. On January 11, it was installed, and here it is mid-May, and I am back to walking both of my dogs at the same time, at a good pace. Praise the Lord.

Morisson, Bundy, Kobain, and Jaggar are due for their shot. Consider me to be a poet standing on the street reading my lines to you, with my hat on the sidewalk in front of me and throw some money in my tip jar will you?

I take the Morisson, and Bundy, out and Monkey is waiting at the door, meowing. I am mostly sure that she is being fed by the fellow who lives downstairs, but still I fill the bowl that I placed outside for her over a year ago with food from my cats' bag. Monkey eats for a little bit and then jumps down from the perch where the cat food bowl is, and interacts with my dogs, who are happily greeting the new day. Monkey displays no fear of my dogs; she likes to be around them. Perhaps it is hard to be a semi-stray cat, not really having a home: there may be times of great loneliness in it. At this point, though, I don't think anyone could take Monkey inside, and make her stay; the outdoors is her home. Monkey is more comfortable prowling the neighborhood than she would be living in even the plushest home.

To not be angry

Heat makes me angry,
not the kind of angry
where I will hit someone,
or yell at them,
I think, and pray, that
those days are far, far behind me,
but the kind of angry
where I feel totally uncomfortable
in my skin,
and I think angry thought
about just about everyone
who comes to mind.
I will have to pay extra
on my utility bill, this summer
to not be angry.

Less air conditioning perhaps

I have heard that it will be a cool and rainy summer.
The cool part I will love. The rain I will endure.

My cat, Kobain, will climb on my chest, the minute that I lay down on the bed, whether it be for the night, or just for a nap during the day, and he will start pushing his head into my hand demanding that I pet, and scratch him. When I am done petting, and scratching him, Kobain will lay down at my side, and go to sleep.

Tonight, while I was sleeping, Kobain did the cutest thing: he climbed up on the bed, and curled into the fetal position inside my armpit. It was nearly time for me to rise, when he did this, but I stayed there on my back until he was done resting there. I didn't get up until he removed himself from my armpit, and jumped off the bed. My cat was, I guess, sort of an alarm clock this morning. By climbing into my armpit, he woke me up. I am really glad that Kobain feels this comfortable around me. I find it very endearing to have a cat who will crawl on my chest, and demand to be petted, a cat who will curl under my armpit to catch some sleep.

Things are mostly never easy, and hardly ever as they seem.

And now I'm dead, too

I looked up/what did I see? Nothing
I was the last man on earth/ All the
predictions had come true/Man had/
Man had/Man had/Man had/Man had/Man

Addicted to what we are

She's experiencing madness
from snorting things in her silver spoon.
I say that I don't do drugs,
but I'll be in the drunk tank, again, real soon.
Nobody wants to face reality,
and, soon, we are stuck living in an addicted way.
We say we could take it or leave it,
but it is always with us like a best friend
who always has the answer for happiness in our existence.
We don't remember what we said,
we're pretty sure we haven't been an asshole,
but we're not positive;
and when it comes down to it, we don't really care.
Please don't interfere with my buzz,
can't you see that I am having fun drinking,
and she is having fun snorting.
So what if the children are being neglected,
we're doing the best we can, so don't bother us.

At least be honest

What's all this talk of euthanasia,
none of the animals are sick,
none of the animals are in pain.
They have suddenly become inconvenient;
you need to renovate the building
for whatever reasons.
Use the word KILLING.
Use the word KILLING.

The death extends

Listen to the confused spider
he's got oil inside his genes
he's not sure whether to spin a web
or die.

The men who spilled the oil,
the men who made the millions,
live far from the oily beach,
out of the reach of the harm
that they have created,

they can't see the spider,
and if they could,
they wouldn't care.

How the war is waged

This is where they walk.
This is where they sit down.
This is where they collect
their souvenirs.
They've left the country now.
They've started a war,
but they will not be here
to fight in it.
While others die,
they will have home cooked meals
served to them by servants,
in an undisclosed location.
Those that profit from the death
of others never face the battle themselves.

Her

She's always running up the bill
by running to the liquor store,
don't know if I can afford to be
her boyfriend no more.

She is best friends with perfect strangers
leaves me on my own,
don't know if I want to be her boyfriend anymore.

She's got a perfect smile,
it drew me in,
but now she's smiling at him,
seems like she forgot about me.

Each day is a gift

I am sore from sleeping,
my mouth is weary
from drinking cheap coffee,
but I am not leery
of the day at hand.

To sell, sell, sell

Are films made to entertain you?
Are films made to educate you,
or are films made to sell tickets,
to sell popcorn,
to sell cola beverages,
to sell candy?

I gots mine. Have you gots yours?

Film

The camera is trained on me.
I state the obvious.
The camera records it.
You watch the final product.

My point of view

My perceptions are limited.
My knowledge is small.
I can only see so far
in front of me.
My brain is conditioned.
My emotions have been calibrated.
I'm doing the best I can
with what I've got, but I realize
that I am only capable of so much.
So many have more.
So many have less.
I guess that I am somewhere
right in the middle.
Yes, that is it: I am somewhere.

Each day is a gift








I'm not much into cover bands

I'm not much into cover bands,
when one band does another band's song
I like them to own it
to make it theirs
to interpret it, making it grow,
and breath,
not just go through the note by note motion.
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You can't be a brain surgeon without a brain

You are not a poet
if you think about doing it,
even if you think about doing it, a lot.
To be a poet, you have to do it;
you have to get those words out,
and onto something:
a piece of paper
a document on a computer,
a napkin, even.
Talking about it does not cut it.
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I thank The Lord for the small things

Two of my three kids are at the beach.
The one that is not at the beach is home
being a husband, and a father.
I am proud of him, just as I am proud of
the other two kids; each in their own way
is doing good:
no drinking problems
no crack smoking
no shooting heroin,
none of them are robbing banks.
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For the writing

I try to use less air conditioning,
and, right now, I don't use any gasoline,
although I would have to say that
this is more due to my financial situation
than to a great desire to save the planet,
or to starve the oil companies.
I recycle, because, thankfully
the city makes it possible to do so.
I hate the idea of all of our stuff
filling up the land.
I sometimes feel guilty
about almost everything I do.
I'm not sure if this is because
I am guilty of everything
or if it is something that lingers
from the religion that I walked away from
thirty three years ago.
It is a pensive morning;
my ego feels subdued,
which can be either good, or bad,
for the writing.
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My personal batteries have been charged

The batteries in my camera are dead
so instead of looking at pictures
that I took yesterday
I am going to do something else:
absorb air conditioning
sip on coffee
drink water,
and see what words come from the invisible
to my existence.
I like to start my day like this.
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SUNDAY, MAY 30, 2010
I hope that you are blessed, too

I am blessed to live where I live.
I am blessed to be who I am.
Still, I don't know why I try
to reach out to you.
You are silent, these days,
where you used to blabber.
I don't know if it is me,
or if it is you.
Did I do something wrong,
or did something suddenly change
in your life?
I shouldn't make an issue
out of this, I really shouldn't.
Life marches on, and not all things
happen the way that you want them to.
I hope that you are happy,
that you have a smile on your face.
I am blessed to live where I live.
I am blessed to be who I am.
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Your (oops)

So you were making
another billion dollars,
stealing oil from the sea.
But,
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Soldiers have always obeyed.

Some say pledge allegiance
to the men polluting the sea.
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Nobody wants you.

Eyes wanting.
Heart aching.
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Her skinny will soon turn to fat

She comes on as super clean,
but she is really mean,
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Nothing is blameless

You don't know.
You don't know,
but you act like you do,
and other people suffer
because of you.
You act like your own attorney;
you'd perform your own surgery,
if they would let you.
They don't know what they are talking
about, but you do.
You don't know your failings.
You don't know your limitations.
You don't know.
You don't know.
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7 to 4

You're working hard it's clear
the world needs more of what
those you work for sell.
So what it pollutes the ocean.
So what it causes cancer.
So what it drives people out of their mind.
You've got a mortgage.
You want the pension.
You'd kill, if you had to;
and many have.
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Smiling faces

It's easy to be friendly,
to have a smile on your face,
when you want something,
when you are selling lawnmowers door to door.
A handshake is an extension
of an inner desire.
You'd go for their throat
to close the deal.
Never take "no," for an answer,
is how you've been trained;
they bought the encyclopedias
to get you out of their living room.
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Now I'm whole

Nothing is sacred,
except for that which you don't have.
I believe in a better form of government.
I believe some people have a giraffe
in their back yard.
Wanting will kill you;
you have to do more than believe.
Revolution has never come
without a struggle,
but no one has to die to change hearts,
and minds.
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You're not the same you are better

Remember that you have forgotten
how to fall; you used to have it all
but you gave it away in blackouts,
on LSD trying to find Timothy Leary,
stoned looking for Bob Marley,
drunk wanting to hang with Jim Morrison,
emulating Hunter Thompson,
but all you did was shoot yourself
in the foot; secured a spot
with the other winos, drunk
in front of the judge looking for
words to explain the situation
that put you where you were.
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I don't shit in your pool

We're all on this planet
dammit you don't have a right
to kill the ocean
so that you can make a billion dollars.
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The cover of a book

I went out for a pass,
the quarterback knocked me down;
he wound up with all the cheerleaders.
I was happy to hang out with
the girl who carried the math books
she didn't get all the looks
but was fun to talk to.
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Yo yo

You sensed my perfume,
sprayed from a bottle of fear.
You kept me near
and then put me at arm's distance;
I showed no resistance,
was putty when under your gaze.
It was just a phase
that I was going through.
I'm much stronger, now.
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The right to bear a Louisville Slugger

I will never kill a screaming banshee
with a handgun or a shotgun in my backyard
I would prefer to scare predators off with a Louisville slugger
A wise decision will then be made to go away
If I put my finger on the trigger
an irreversible decision could be made
like getting laid in a blackout
the regret might come soon.
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Head halfway in the clouds

In between a day job,
and the infinity of
who I could be,
I've got one foot
where I was told
to put it, and the other foot
where I want it to be.
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SATURDAY, MAY 29, 2010
She's a drunk, and she smokes cigarettes,
and she is much younger than you...
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For such a big mouth
you've gotten rather quiet
Wait, that is not the way
that I wanted to say that.
I miss talking to you,
but, sometimes, silence is essential.
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You never know what the reactions are going to be, when you spew words into a crowd. Some people will love you. Some people will hate you. Some people will want to hold your hand, and, or hug you, and other people will want to beat your ass.
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FRIDAY, MAY 28, 2010
I'm listening to "oldies,"on the radio, songs that I grew up on; does that make me old?

The Good Neighbor, male version, Adam Ayers, is watching Bundy, and Morisson, tonight, while I go on the road to Athens, Georgia with Art Linton, and Kyle Caldwell to the Be Here Now Gallery for a show curated by Steven Milsap. Adam is also watching, Shawtie, who is visiting for a week while G2, and posse, head to the beach for ten days. I warned Adam to keep Shawtie away from Henry, his Great Dane, because Shawtie gets nervous, and will sometime bite another dog.

I don't feel like biting anyone. I feel like having a great Memorial Day weekend, and I hope that you do so, also.
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THURSDAY, MAY 27, 2010
You have to love women who tell you that they forgot that they had other plans, on the day that you were planning to meet them.
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Scrod also schrod (skrd) n. pl. scrod also schrod New England. A young cod or haddock, especially one split and boned for cooking as the catch of the day. And I thought that scrod meant your balls.
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Sometimes, the simplest tunes carry
the most complicated meanings,
they teach us stories that a politician,
or a preacher never would speak.
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I ain't got no Vodka

I don't have to lay down on the ground
just because I ain't got no Vodka.
I don't need to root through the dumpster
just because I ain't got no Vodka.
I don't have to panhandle
just because I ain't got no Vodka.
I don't have to shoplift,
I don't have to break into cars, at night,
just because I ain't go no Vodka.
I ain't got no Vodka.
I ain't got no Vodka,
my body is horribly trembling.
What am I supposed to do?
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Changing the world one smile at a time

Who cares how fat I am,
there's oil being pumped
incessantly into the Gulf of Mexico.
Who cares if I am cute, or not,
kids are being killed in the name of college educations
in Iraq, and Afghanistan, and in places that
we haven't even been told about.
Who cares if I don't have a car,
there is so much going on in the world
that is far, far bigger than me.
I'd like to teach the world to sing, but I can't,
so I am going to smile at you,
and hold the door for you,
let you go in before I do.
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Regarding The Oil Spill in the Gulf

We Are The Children

We are the children of the sun
and the stars.

We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.

We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.

We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.

We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.

We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from corporate amerika,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.

We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.

We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.

We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.

We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won't learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.

We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to
fruitful.

Amen.





Someday I Will Start The Revolution

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.

Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son's sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I've got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn't even been put in.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.

Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.

Someday, I will start the revolution.

--Mikel K
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Heather Lalita Havey:

i just want to live on my little patch of grass, grow fruits, and things, enjoy the animals, be nice...

why so many aholes are trying to destroy the planet as rapidly as possible, i will never comprehend and it breaks my heart. i adore you


Mikel K Poet:

It seems simple enough that we should be born to just live, but they won't let us. "A working class hero," by John Lennon address this in a very profound, and intense manner. Someone else wants millions, while you just want to live, and their wants impinge upon your needs, and they are allowed to conduct "business" as usual, because we have all been trained to think that the dollar is all that matters.

I'd run away with you, Heather, if there was somewhere to run to, but there isn't, so we must live right here, inspite of them.

Smiles and hugs to you.
I adore you, too.
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Daughter was her name.

I'll never have the kind of body
that they display in the magazines;
that kind of thinness,
those kind of muscles
have always eluded me,
but I don't think that I am any kind
of a lesser man for not fostering that illusion.
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I think about you morning and night,
when I first wake, to the new day,
and when I lay my head on the pillow,
at night before I go to sleep.

I quit drinking a long time ago;
baby I'm ready for you,
and I been getting ready for you
for a long time.

I think about you when I first wake up,
your on my mind
before I take that first sip of coffee,
and you're on my mind before I fall asleep
and start to dream about you.
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It is five minutes until noon. It is really important that you know this. In five minutes, it will be noon. A lot can happen in five minutes, but probably won't. The world will change a lot in five minutes, but the world will also stand still in that time period.

As a poet, I could write one, or several, poems in five minutes, but that probably would not have a great effect on anything: no wars would end, no oil spills would be cleaned up, and stopped from killing plant, and animal, life, no love would be lost, or found.

If I am not careful, I could feel powerless. I could feel very, very powerless. I am a poet, and perhaps, my poems can affect nothing. I am a man, and I am alone, unable to battle the bad in the world around me. I can not create great change. I can only do good things in my immediate surroundings. I can love you. I can love my children. I can love my dogs, cats, and turtles.

And when I love those in my immediate surroundings, I do not feel so powerless about what is going on in the world around me. I feel love, and love is good, and maybe if there is enough love going around, all of us can defeat the bad in the world.
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I planted tomato, and cucumber seeds, in pots, and put them out where the sun shines frequently, as opposed to where I put them, last year, in the ground, where the sun doesn't shine.

As I watered them, this morning, Monkey, the sort of stray cat, came up meowing at me, and the dogs. Bundy often takes time to play with Monkey, but Morisson ignores her, all the time, as he does most other animals.

I can't wait to eat some tomatoes, and cucumbers, from my pots. I think that every home in America should have a garden out front, and then we could just pick food from each other, and not have to go to the grocery store, and pay what they are charging.

Ah what a wonderful world it would be, if only I was King.
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I try not to click onto the article that says, "Lohan's new look took 9 hours." I didn't care about her old look, why should I care about her new look? Another click this link headline says that, "BP has stopped the oil leak with mud." I have trouble believing that, and don't feel like starting my day with anger, and despair, so I don't click on that link, either.

One of the great things about not having a tv, is that I don't get sucked into the news; and thus I am not force-fed all the horror stories that they inject into my brain as "news."

There is happy news out there, but someone, probably the advertisers who pay the tv people, and thus control the programming, I would assume, have decided that bad things sell more soap than good things.

When I get my news from the net, I pick and choose what I put into my brain, and I am pretty sure that my brain is happier for it.

I like having a happy brain.
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My Plenty O Phish Profile

About Me

I am Seeking a Woman
For Activity Partner

Do you drink? No
Marital Status Single
Profession Poet
Smarts Bachelors degree
Do you want children? Does not want children
Do you do drugs? No
Do you have children ?All my kids are over 18
Do you have a car? No


The day went by slow, as all days that are mostly spent in bed do. I wasn't hungover, a strong excuse, in my distant past, to stay in bed all day. I lacked energy, for some unknown reason, and the bed seemed like the most reasonable place to be. I got a lot done, tonight, though. The cats have a clean litter box. They are happy about this. They have been doing sprints, of joy, up and down the hallway. I cleaned the turtles' tank, also. The turtles are not sprinting anywhere. They are not exhibiting joy. They are being the same old turtles that they always are. A funny thing about my turtles is that when I push the top back on their cage to feed them, they come to the edge of the aquarium where I am, and look up at me; but if someone else feeds them, in the same manner, they swim to the back of the box, away from that person. I guess that my turtles know who I am. This is a funny thing to think about to me, turtles knowing who the hand that feeds them belongs to.

On a normal day, first I pray. I thank The Lord, the Creator, My Higher Power for letting me see the new day, breath the air of a new day. I ask him to guide me in thought, word, and action, and I ask him to please keep me off of drugs alcohol, and cigarettes, which he has done, one day at a time, for the past eighteen years.

I feed the cats, then I feed the dogs, then I feed the turtles, then I either make me a cup of coffee, malita style, or I push the button on the regular coffee brewing machine to get the ball rolling on some caffeine.

I sit down and face the laptop. I check mail, and then I start writing poems, and memoir entries. I am a poet, and a memoirist. I spend much of my day writing. I write an average of ten poems a day and five to ten pages on one of the memoirs that I am currently writing.

I'm on Facebook under mikel k poet.
I am thankful for each new day that The Lord gives me to be alive.
I hope that you are happy.


First Date
Coffee and Conversation.

I will never ride a roller coaster, again, so this is not an option.
I live in Midtown, so there are plenty of things to do in walking distance.
There is Piedmont Park. There is a Starbucks. There is Apre Diem,
a wonderful, wonderful cafe. There is Stillwater Yoga, where I take
Iyengar Yoga. There is a bike shop. I have a bike, do you?

Plenty O Phish is a free online dating service.
It is waaaaaaaay less intrusive than, say, Match 1.
Maybe you, and I, are a "match!!"

--Mikel K
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On a normal day, first I pray. I thank The Lord, the Creator, My Higher Power for letting me see the new day, breath the air of a new day. I ask him to guide me in thought, word, and action, and I ask him to please keep me off of drugs alcohol, and cigarettes, which he has done, one day at a time, for the past eighteen years.

I feed the cats, then I feed the dogs, then I feed the turtles, then I either make me a cup of coffee, malita style, or I push the button on the regular coffee brewing machine to get the ball rolling on some caffeine.

I sit down and face the laptop. I check mail, and then I start writing poems, and memoir entries. I am a poet, and a memoirist. I spend much of my day writing. I write an average of ten poems a day and five to ten pages on one of the memoirs that I am currently writing.

I'm on Facebook under mikel k poet.
I am thankful for each new day that The Lord gives me to be alive.
I hope that you are happy.
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WEDNESDAY, MAY 26, 2010
The music is playing on without me tonight. People have smiles on their faces, right now, at The Northside Tavern, as Mudcat puts them in a great mood with his special brand of blues.

The music that Mudcat plays is definitely the blues, iit is an uplifting brand of blues, blues that tells funny stories, and makes you smile, and laugh, and feel good about yourself.

Mudcat plays DBA BBQ, in Va. Highlands, tomorrow night at 8 p.m.. My buddy, singer songwriter, Art Linton, will be there, and so will I.

The kitty litter box got cleaned, tonight, and I cleaned the turtles' tank, this evening, also. It was a productive night, here, away from the music of Mudcat, but I missed the music; I really did.

--K
Midnight on a Wednesday in May
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The day went by slow, as all days that are mostly spent in bed do. I wasn't hungover, a strong excuse, in my distant past, to stay in bed all day. I lacked energy, for some unknown reason, and the bed seemed like the most reasonable place to be. I got a lot done, tonight, though. The cats have a clean litter box. They are happy about this. They have been doing sprints, of joy, up and down the hallway. I cleaned the turtles' tank, also. The turtles are not sprinting anywhere. They are not exhibiting joy. They are being the same old turtles that they always are. A funny thing about my turtles is that when I push the top back on their cage to feed them, they come to the edge of the aquarium where I am, and look up at me; but if someone else feeds them, in the same manner, they swim to the back of the box, away from that person. I guess that my turtles know who I am. This is a funny thing to think about to me, turtles knowing who the hand that feeds them belongs to.
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Today has been a very strange day; basically, I slept it away, because I had no energy. The only things that I did were tape some great scenes with James Truax for the movie that we are making, talk to Becky endlessly on the phone, clean out the turtles' tank, and, this morning, I wrote some poems. Looking at it this way, it really wasn't all that an unproductive a day. I joined this online dating site, the other day, and there has been NO interest in me!

The day is not over, and since I slept all day, I may be up all night. I want to take the dogs for a walk, and change the nasty ass kitty litter box that is stinking up my bathroom. Changing the litter box is easy, once you get down to it, but like with cleaning the turtle tank, I put the job off, and I put the job off, and I put the job off.

I need to take an anti-acid reflux pill. That awful syndrome has been slowly creeping its way back into my existence. I hate feeling like there is an electric drill at work in my throat.

Life is great.
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The serious poets don't use Facebook. They post their poems in publications that no one reads.
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Well, she thought that she would move to Alabama
and become a dancer, but it soon became clear
that the answers weren't in flight. You can fight
yourself here, you can fight yourself there,
and you are still you wherever you look in the mirror.
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I'm almost perfect, now

My attitude is not immovable.
It used to be, but as I have aged,
I have become more willing
to accept that other people
might have a greater knowledge
about things than I do.
I guess that means that
when I was younger
I was a know it all.
That attitude got me in
a lot of trouble, so I am glad
that I have changed.
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The muse is not always available

Sometimes, I just have to apply myself
to the keyboard and the monitor
to make things happen,
even in moments, or on days, when I think that
nothing is going to happen.
I don't like to force the process,
but sometimes you can't just wait around
for the muse to blow in,
because she might be busy with another poet,
she might be out partying,
or reading a book under a tree,
and you would get nothing done sitting there,
hoping for her to come and hold your hand.
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A poem for who and why?

Pizza may not be good for you,
but most of it tastes very good,
but you know this.
I like pickles, too, and anchovies.
Did you know that there is
and anchovy sushi roll?
Peanut butter is great
with raspberry jam,
I love eggs, though I do, often, f
feel guilty about the chicken.
I don't understand where
chicken wings come from.
What part of the chicken
do they chop off to create them?
I have mentioned sushi in this bit,
but I do have to tell you how much
I love it.
I love it the most,
just like I love you the most.
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The nature of the disease

I do not have to suffer any depression,
or anger, or frustration.
All I have to do is call my therapist,
and she will adjust the amount of pills
that I swallow in the morning, and at night,
but, for some reason, I often resist calling her.
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TUESDAY, MAY 25, 2010
Anyway what year are we in?

Air conditioning is not good for
the arthritis in my right knee
but it is good for the rest of my body
when the weather turns hot.
As you, or at least, as I get older
my body cooperates less with my mind
which is still as sharp as ever
though I can't seem to remember
what it is that I was supposed to do today.
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Love yourself.

Who cares what you were,
or what people said you were,
what matters is now.
You're not some kid on the streets
doing drugs,
you're a single mother
raising children,
and doing a good job of it.
Love yourself.
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Which is worse being constipated, or having the shits?
Which is worse taking a cat or a dog to be killed at the pound?
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We all have low self image because some assholes trying to make a buck off of us have sold us some fucking useless image of how we are supposed to look.
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All that I had to do to make coffee, this morning, was to push a button. I had forgotten that, sometime last night, I had filled a coffee filter with ground coffee, and had poured 8 cups of water into the coffee maker. I woke not much in the mood to make coffee, this morning, so I was very glad that I had anticipated myself.

I think that this is a morning where I am going to drink one, or two, cups of coffee, and then crawl back into the bed. My right leg was not much cooperating when I first used it, this morning, and, it, along with my sagging eyes could benefit from more shut eye.

My laptop was not working this morning, so I had chocolate for breakfast. Chocolate soothes me, and eases frustration. I think that we should eat chocolate before we go to war, and we might be less likely to go to war.

I don't know, fully, what this day holds, but I do know that I am looking forward to it, that I am ready to embrace it. I may not have a working laptop, but I have the gift of this day, the gift of life.

Where she lives, my friend just told me, they let prisoners take care of the dogs that you don't want, or can't take care of. Man, and dog, locked up together: there is something both weird, and beautiful about it, at the same time, if the dogs are given a second chance at life. I wonder who gets out first, man or dog?

The Weather Channel says that it is 67 degrees, right now, in Atlanta, Georgia, but it is far hotter than that in this apartment. In order to not commit suicide, or become a serial killer, I have to have air conditioning. I am sure that it is an evil plot put forth by the electric company to soak you and I of nearly every penny that we have. They don't want us having money to go to the swimming pool at the park, or to buy ice cream for our children; they want to take from us every penny that we have so that they can have swimming pools at each of there twenty two vacation houses.

If life was fair, I would be King of the World, and then we would all be in trouble.

There is a cat whining outside my window. Normally, I feel sorry for cats that whine; in fact, I often feed them to help them out with their whining, but this morning, my meds either are not working, or have not kicked in, and I am not at peace with the world so far in this new day. I mean why is the fucking cat whining outside MY window. I don't think that it is Monkey, the sort of stray cat, that gets taken care of my six tenths of this neighborhood, because I just went outside with my dogs, and blew kisses in the vicinity of the whining, and Monkey did not come running like she normally does when I blow kisses in her direction. (Kisses mean food to this Monkey.)

I started thinking that maybe Monkey, or some other cat was impaled on a fence in the back yard. I certainly did not want to go view such. When my kitty, Madonna, was run over by some asshole in the parking lot of the apartments that I then lived in, I was thankful that someone else had cleaned her up off the pavement. I would not like to have my last memories of my cat be blood and guts splattered across the ground, anymore than I would want to view you dead, and caked with expensive death makeup, in a casket.

That is just the way I am. I have certain things that I am good at, and certain things that I suck at. Life I am good at; death I don't do, so I am going to have to live forever, won't you come with me?

I'm going to go on the record here and say that chicks who give you their phone number, and then don't answer when you call, are useless pieces of shit. I guess they get some weird happiness out of looking at the caller i.d. on their cell phone and saying, giggle, giggle...he is calling, again.

Why not have the intestinal fortitude to give out a fake number; be honest from the beginning that you don't want to ever talk to the chump, again. Better yet, why don't you go take a flying fucking leap in a fast moving river!!

Enjoy your day.