“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 discomfort, an almost choking sensation, so I head to the bathroom, and stick my finger down my throat, in an attempt to dislodge the food that is stuck in my throat. I had success on this last mission, the food came spewing out of my throat into the toilet, and I will live to see yet another day.
After a week, I am down to two dogs: mine! Yippee. Yippee. I love Shawtie, Henry, and Anna, but there is nothing like having just your own dogs in the house, after having dog guests for a week. Ya know what I’m saying?!
I lead the board at work tonight, bringing in the most contributions to The Party; and before I collapsed, dead-tired, into my chair, here at my desk, I walked Morrisson, and Dylan, around the block, so, yeah, I am a good daddy to my doggies! This day will end soon, my friend; I hope that you have a smile on your face.
All photos by Just Joan.
My blood pressure, which was out of control at 180/60 last week, causing me to experience extreme dizziness, was 153/87, after a short bike ride from work to the pharmacy, where the blood pressure machine sits. My head has quit spinning. I dropped 2 1/2 pounds, this week, to 263. I think that somebody needs to put me on the cover of some magazine as the poster boy for something.
There was actually someone sitting at the blood pressure machine, tonight, when I got to the pharmacy, and for him, one reading was not enough; he kept pushing the start button, and sat there waiting, with a dumb look on his face for his next result. I think that he finally got wind of the fact that the free service had another customer waiting, and he quickly removed himself, and disappeared into the night. Why do pharmacies provide these free blood testing devices? There must be big money in blood pressure lowering medication.
Thank you, Lord, so very much for letting me see The New Day, breath the air of a new day. Please guide me, Lord, in thought word, and action. Thy will be done, not mine. Thy will be done, not mine. Please keep me off off drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, Lord. Amen. Amen. Amen.
When I woke, this morning, these lyrics by Jackson Browne from his song, “The Pretender,” were on my mind:
I’m going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender
I guess this is because I am working now, and I am always torn,
between working, and being an artist: a poet, a memoirist, a writer.
It is nice to have money, but it is also nice to have the free time
to pursue my art.
K Secret: In order to not eat mayonnaise, I have to not buy it, not bring it into the house, not put it in the refrigerator.
I once bled from my penis for three weeks as the result of falling through a ceiling, and I was so out of it with the booze, and all that I didn’t go to the hospital as soon as I should have. I lived with all that red blood spilling into my blue jeans when I didn’t have to.
My urethra was torn.
They put a tube inside my penis, attached to a bag, into which I pissed for weeks, so that the tear inside me could heal.
I had climbed into the attice of an apartment that I was living in to see if I could turn the gas on, because it was cold out, and I was freezing, and had no money to pay the gas man, because I was drinking all my money.
I stepped onto the ceiling tiles thinking that they were solid floor, and landed full on onto my private parts. I lived alone. I wonder, now, how, and how long it took me to unattach my penis, and balls, from that bloody 2 x 4?
In the drunken, drugged, broke fog that I was living in, I didn’t seek help for weeks. Finally, scared that my cock was still bleeding, I called a cab, and went to Grady. You can say shit things about Grady, if you like,but I have always had great experiences there.
I’m not sure what triggered my remembrance of this ordeal, but I hope that you don’t mind that I shared it with you. Life is not all happy cats, dogs, and turtles, my friends.
Riding my bike back from Yoga class, tonight, I felt ecstatic. I had almost blown the class off in favor of more sleep, but decided, instead, to drink the large cup of coffee that I am nos supposed to drink so close to class, and head on in to the studio.
The ecstasy that I felt was not the rush that a bi-polar person gets during their upswing manic phases; it was a happy ecstatic; an I am at peace with the world ecstatic. For an hour, and a half, I had not worried about whether I was a Democrat, a Republican, or a Liberal. I had not worried about any of the world’s problems, nor had I tried to solve them. I had not worried about my problems, and the funny thing is that the more I take Yoga, the more my personal problems go away.
A young lady who I work with said, “Who’s brush is this?” and I said, “If it is purple it is mine.” (It fell out of my bag).The young lady then began to brush my pony tail right there in the office with my brush. When she was done, she said, “Nice brush. Nice pony tail,” and went back to her desk.
I just read an article about how folks in Tennessee are scared that they are not going to get their social security checks next month. It is not just Tennessee that will be affected, it is all the states in The United States of America.
I talk to people on the phone, every night, who are SCARED about losing their Social Security checks. Wealthy Republican “Tea Party” Congressmen, and women, do not live with this fear: they have millions in the bank, and seem to not care about those living on a fixed Social Security income.
Are there NO Republicans on Social Security?
I just went for a very pleasant hour long walk with the dogs. It felt real good to be walking in seventy something, and not ninety something degree weather. I saw some folk playing Frisbee Football. It looks like an interesting game. Mo, Dylan, and I walked on the path that is next to the pond. We saw some ducks.
Quack. Quack.
