America A Go-Go

America A-Go-Go

Let’s mourn the passing
of America A-Go-Go
It was a great dance Party
And one hell of a show

Everyone was
On the floor
Wigglin’ and a Shakin’
Their Thangs

You could feel the music
And everybody sang
There was no end in site
Hell, it was outta sight!

Let’s say a how-do-you-do to
Corporate A-Goo-Goo.
We’re dancing alright
but it’s not much fun

Wiggling on forfeitured floors
Shaking that wallet
Watching the oil
As it pours

Oh and look over there
Let’s not forget
To give a big round of applause
To the Government
Government a Boo-Hoo
Who's crying now?

Parties without dancing
Parties without fun
Parties without feelings
Parties on the run

Let’s mourn the passing
of America A-Go-Go
It was a great dance Party
And One Hell of a Show

Give Me a Break

Are you a good witch or a bad witch? In essence, all witches are bad and all breaks are bad. A bad witch walked in front of me while I was riding my bike and I went head over heels into the pavement, breaking my shoulder. She didn’t have striped socks or ruby slippers, but I could see munchkins walking around wondering whether or not I was gonna make it and where the hell was the horse of a different color? The only colors I saw that day were black and blue. I might have been hallucinating. That would explain a lot.

Through the past few years I’ve found myself in the most terrible tosses and turns of life. Tornados? That seems appropriate. Nobody to blame but me. It’s easier to deal with things when you have support. I’m just not that good at asking for it. I’m smart, but I’m not Mensa material. Oh hell… even at Mensa level you can be completely retarded on how to boil water. You know why it boils…you just don’t know where to find the pot.

So why do I sit here feeling stupid? Because I am. We all are at times. However, most of the time I think we are all brilliant. But I’m stupid if I continue to think about the things I would like to change and never having the courage to affect it.

Is there such a thing as a good Break? Can people find redemption and enlightenment from pain? Hum, being splayed out on a busy city street can certainly bring about a different perspective, that’s for sure. Because from that vantage point on that particular day, the only way to go was up.

And of course, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. There was nothing to hide from. No witch, no munchkins and of course, I wasn’t heading down a yellow brick road. But I am desperately trying to find my way home.

No equations to relations

Percentages and Relativity……

Oh how I hate math. I hate equations and decimals and precise formulas. In a perfect world, everything would work out if you just do the homework…if you can figure out the code. Static. Real. Complex but oh so simple. Such as it is with relationships, right? Meet the right person….and the formula will work. Oh…but I forget about the two negatives making a positive thing. Dang, how I hate math.

There’s no equation to relations. The math is daunting. Over 50% of marriages fail. I’m sorry to say that I’m am part of that statistic. It breaks my heart. That is to say, if I still have one. I hear it pulsing and the rate goes up when I exercise, but the true heart is in the soul, and mine is in severe disrepair.

For people pursuing a relationship, you can always look to the beautiful side, the right brain where nothing goes wrong and the roses never die. It’s a romantic notion spent on a rainy day when you finally decide that the movie version of boy meets girl actually works (a formula plot, by the way). It looks so good on screen. Laughter, tears, sex, make up sex, and basically sex for the sake of having it. What love. What love indeed.

Does this deter me from trying to find happiness in the companionship of others? To trust someone with my heart? Hell yes it does. If they ever figure out Pi….then maybe we can decode the true formula of love and how we can work out the equations to stay together. I have a huge eraser and can correct mistakes. We’ve all made a few even the erasers can’t touch. The paper is too thin and the marks won’t go away.

What was the Einstein theory…Energy is equal to mass x speed of life…ok..speed of light!! Well, the light is bright and I’m speeding through it. Mass…well….I go to the gym on a daily basis to deal with the mass. I’m not sure that’s what Einstein had in mind, but, as I said……I hate math.

They Love the Party - But not the Life

I saw an interesting documentary about a 15 year old boy who always talked about death until talking wasn’t quite enough.

Everybody contemplates death. I mean, why do we have life insurance….for death…of course. Why don’t they call it death insurance??? Business loves death….you could say….they thrive on it…kind of like flies…. actualities …..decomposition.

It made me sad, this documentary. The parents kept turning the camera on to this kid, who clearly had mental issues. Not blaming the parents at all, but why would you continue to shine a light on someone with issues?? Maybe to avoid the eventual blame that they knew was going to happen? The mom actually took a picture of her son hanging himself….simulated hanging. It’s a little sick. They were both film makers. Maybe they always kept him at a lengths distance. I’ll see you through the lens and not through the heart. It’s hard to make sense of mental illness, death, life, reality. Isn’t it all the same? Most of life is insane. I’m surprised that more people don’t jump out of a window. Which in case, this 15 year old kid did.

I think he thought he was going to be part of the after party. He actually wrote a play about the death of a teenager, and how everyone missed him and cried at his funeral. He reminds me of a bridezilla, they love the party, but not the life.

Under the Underneath

Do we REALLY have choices?

When I see the lines getting longer and longer at the Street Missions in Dallas, I think that at least I’m not there…at least I have a car and can drive by them and feel emphathy/sympathy for them and pray that it never happens to me. And then I drive by the homeless under the bridge that don’t even bother standing in line. Have they given up hope for that in lieu of an early death or at least a day of sanctuary…away from the wind, the cold or the unrelenting heat of summer?

There's a guy with no legs in a wheelchair on the coroner’s corner, as I call it.
Is that the same guy as last week? Who knows? When you've seen what I've seen....the folks either disappear, walk away, have a bus route, a wheelchair, or have a motorized scooter with American flags flying in the wind racing on the streets near Fair Park. Some of them will have signs asking for money or food...most will not. There's no clever way to adverstise what they want. But plenty of catch phrases to describe what they are.

And most have no destination at all. Me included. I drive, I observe, I do nothing.

I wish I had a penny to spare. But, pennies cost more to make than what they're worth. I guess you could say that about people, they cost more than what they're worth. Well, especially if they are under the bridge, under the table, under the underneath of life – with American flags flying in the wind.

Truth Always LIES In the Middle

You know, it takes time and effort to build relationships. Acquaintances and associates can turn into lovers and friends over the course of time. I remember a conversation I had with one of my best friends who now is nothing more than a file in my mind, a reference of days long gone. He told me that all the good will a person can build over time can be lost on a dime when you make one false move. One stupid mistake in a plethora of niceties and politeness can result in an irrefutable fall from grace. Once you know someone....at some point....you've got to either pull the plug or drink the Koolaid. Both have deadly ramifications. Both have ambiguous answers.

Do something good - Get Awards & Adulations
Do something bad - Get Accusations & Assassinations

Isn’t that the way we are?

Most of us are happy to congratulate folks for a job well done. By the same token, we are all too happy to dish the trash.

Maybe that’s why I chose not to be successful :)

I don’t want to be an easy target, easily shot down. There’s probably SOME truth to that. But, that’s probably more of an excuse than true reality. Truth always lies in the middle.

Humans are not good people

We populate, pillage and pummel the planet.

We've built and built and built until destruction has become the new construction.

Destruction of the presidency - let's show the world that our chosen leader is completely incompetent.

Destruction of the family - let's make sure that both parents have to work to make ends meet.

Destruction of the economy - let's bail out the cheaters and float paper money all over the world until the dollar bill sinks lower than the Titanic.

Destruction of personal health - let's expose our kids to cheese pizza loving bears and scary clown hamburger hawkers

Destruction of the world - let's pollute the air and destroy the ozone layer. At least we'll all be looking on the bright side of ultraviolet rays