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When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K

When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K

Feb 29, 2012

  I have an ear inside my head that can’t hear a word that you are saying. ————————————— I really don’t get The Idea of nailing a politician because he, or she, changes their position on something. Life is change. You and I change our mind all the time; we think different of things, at different times. Why should Politicians be any different? ————————————— Do you want to make a difference in The Lives of Your Fellow Human Beings? ————————————— What if Ron Paul was The President? ————————————— I just watered my plants. I have lost several plants since I brought them all inside: the heat, the lack of sun, and the cats, proved to be lethal. I used to have trouble keeping goldfish alive; they needed much more space than I could provide them. A gold fish bowl is not neccessarliy good for the goldfish. ————————————– I’m and addict. I’m addicted to Love. K’s Kitty Kobain (Photo  ————————————– She Don’t Do Me Like That My eyes didn’t blink when you left me. I never shed a tear once you walked out that door. You can send me all the information that you want about your new love interests. I;m not going to get jealous or angry: I got a new woman now, who don’t do me like you did. ————————————— What if Rick Santorum were President? ————————————— TV Dinner She showed me her wound; I couldn’t stand it, so I turned on the tv. Children were being bombed in Syria. I watched and ate my dinner as if nothing was happening. —————————————– This is my friend, and a friend to many, Skinny Joe. He passed away, recently. I will always Love Him. ————————————— Geez We need jobs  Not some guy who wants to take away our condoms. —————————————- THE K QUESTION OF THE WEEK: Mikel K Poet: Hey, what’s going on in Syria, today? Ric Stick Green: Same thing that’s been going on for hundreds of years. Beverley Cunningham: Why isn’t someone stopping this? Mikel K Poet: Who? Beverley Cunningham: The U.S. could provide weapons to Syrian civilians so they can protect themselves. Mikel K Poet: Who’ll train them to use them, and...

The every once in awhile K: For Kobain, freedom’s not just a word

The every once in awhile K: For Kobain, freedom’s not just a word

Oct 16, 2011

The every once in awhile K: For Kobain, freedom’s not just a word “You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won’t listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can’t take it away from me.” Up at 6:22 am I scratch the cat for a moment or two, pet the heads of Dylan, and Morrison, who are waiting, wagging tails by the bed. For a brief moment, I feel dread, but I pray and the feeling goes away. I feed the turtles, and the cats, and my day is started. Amen. This morning, I get so wrapped up in The Word that I forget about The Nectar that I have concocted that sits waiting patiently on the kitchen counter. The coffee needs to be zapped in the microwave for 45 seconds because I have neglected it. The beverage does not let me down when I push the button on the machine, pull it out, and put it to my lips. That  first sip makes me happy.  Another day is starting; I realize that I am super blessed to be alive, and that any perceived problem is easily surmountable while I have the gift of life.  Kobain, the cat, was scratching on the porch screen trying to find a way out into the outside world. When that didn’t work, he tried to roll under the small crack under The Love Porch door. Then he went behind some luggage being stored on the porch to see if there was a way out there. He is starting to whine, like he used to in the old days, to get me to let him out. This experiment about letting him onto The Love Porch may have failed. Kobain has a strong desire for freedom, but I will not give it to him. I don’t want him to get splatted by a car, like my Madonna did so many years ago. This is part of a conversation that I had with a lady from Sindh, Pakistan, today, who...

The Not Even Near Daily K: My back hurts

The Not Even Near Daily K: My back hurts

Oct 11, 2011

Wouldn’t it be funny to choke to death on Cheerios, after leaving the, for me, scary world of alcohol behind? Early Alzheimer’s: the dirty clothes were sitting next to the kitty litter bag, and I almost picked up the kitty litter, and washed it. “The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.”  –Albert Einstein “Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.” –Albert Einstein I have been going to a chiropractor for weeks now, and I woke up this morning, and I had myself a beer…I am SO just kidding…I woke up this morning, and my middle back is hurting me a bit, which goes to either show you that nothing is perfect, or that my chiropractor sucks, which I, seriously, don’t think is the case. Life is full of little, and big, challenges, which you can either let get you down, or just realize that they are part of the path of life. Gee, I am so positively philosophical, this morning, but I find that it helps me get through the day, and night. I am done with my hectic day of things that had to be done. My regular doctor is going to use the blood work that they drew to check my thyroid. My dermatologist cut two moles off of my existence, one on my chest, that I didn’t know was a mole, and one below my belly that was dark, and I knew had to go. We, once again, redistributed food to those who need. I am ready to rest. I think that a nap is in order, but first I will have to fold all the clothes that are on the bed, and before that, I will have to remove a sleeping cat from the clothes. Morrison was just licking the empty cat bowl. I should have scolded him, but I didn’t; it is 4:02 am, too early in the morning to play disciplinarian. Mo then walked down the hall to the bathroom, and the only thing that I could...

The once in awhile K: How many millions will finally make a millionaire happy?

The once in awhile K: How many millions will finally make a millionaire happy?

Aug 15, 2011

As I sing along on, “You’ve got a friend,” with Carole King, the dogs gather at my finger tips for some loving. Then I move into my best Kung Fu position, and Dylan starts to bark. Morisson, and I, just went to The Grocery Store. I left Morrison, at the dog area, while I was gone, and he got into it with a white poodle, and a brown pug. Morisson usually gets along with all dogs. I wonder what was wrong with the poodle, and the pug? The rucus had to be their fault. I am not into arguing Democrat versus Republican. I want an America where all have equal right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. If you have been reading my poetry on here, you know that these are values that I treasure, things that I push in my writing. I want a strong America, a happy America, a free America.  Are you with me? (Or are you just looking for an argument?) I have Republican “friends” on Facebook, who want to pounce on me, and beat me up. I’m not into it. I have been guilty of Republican bashing, myself, but I really want to get beyond all that to some area of productivity. This country needs folks to work together: all folks. “U.S Constitution Amendment I: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” “The Bill of Rights is the collective name for the first ten amendments to the United States Constitution, which limit the power of the U.S. federal government. These limitations serve to protect the natural rights of liberty and property including freedoms of religion, a free press, free assembly, and free association, as well as the right to keep and bear arms.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Bill_of_Rights My job is to find funds on the phone for The Democratic Party of Georgia, and the pressure is on. The man who, I assume, is my boss’s boss called me into his office, last...

The Not Daily K: Just Give Me Some Peace

The Not Daily K: Just Give Me Some Peace

Jul 22, 2011

“I’m just wishing you a little peace, man; I’m not trying to change the world…”-Poet Mikel K “Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”–Confucius “If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another.”–Tenzin Gyatso “I wish that a grapefruit was as easy to eat as a banana.”–Poet K Ian Cameron Evans: “If you wish for peace, prepare for war.” Mikel K Poet Bombs that are built must be used so that more bombs will be bought. Bombs are bought with money that could be used for feeding a nation, educating it, providing it with a strong economy so that the war mongers do not run things. The War Mongers need an enemy so that a scared populace, run by govternment not acting in their interest will let the War Mongers suck us all into their evil. Once “we” hated Russia, now “we” hate The Taliban. The War Mongers will always have us hating someone. I had a very interesting conversation with Ian Cameron Evans,age 22, who is joining the service, “to fight for the freedom of his neighborhood, and his country.” Ian is my younger son’s age, and came up through the same school system, in the same grade. He is a musician, and he says that I gave him his first gig. I wish the best for Ian, as I do for all our men, and women, in uniform. It is the motives of Government, and Big Business, that I don’t trust in letting our kids die. I didn’t get as much done on this one piece of writing that I am working on as I had planned to, this weekend, but you know what…there is always tomorrow, and next weekend, the Good Lord Willing,and it is probably not really as that darned important a bit of writing as I think it is. The only deadlines that I set, with regard to the writing, are my own; and, you know what…I am going to bed. Sleep well, you. I just binged, and purged. Often, I will eat too fast, and not chew my food thoroughly enough, and some of it will lodge in my throat, causing me great...

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