I saw People I knew Some alive Some dead Some like the cat Both states are true Until I take a peek At the obits Rustling newspaper Read with dread Nevermore Now I seek Dirge diving Off the cold ledge Of a search engine portal All this because Of another Dream dredge
The culmination Of eighty years
Full access Multipass
To the best things Money can buy
Offered up By our culture
In this phase Of civilization
Has facilitated Into being
Foisted upon The whole world
For all to see Our very own
Homegrown Abomination
I watch minimal opinions Floating on subliminal water Of my existence From my point of view On my timeline In my right now My mind wonders I flush Where did they come from Where are they going Then I wipe my mind Move to my next point of view
A sorcery full of secrets Full up to the brim With milk of human malign Or dandelion wine Slopping over the rim Whether to right a wrong Or to wrong a right Pick your assignment Change the weather Change the channel Mumble a chant Bang a gong Sing a song Even if you can't Black cat moan Depends on the saucer Depends on the milk Depends on the sorcerer It's all in the spell
Tone deaf No rhythm Left footed Stumble bum Dilettante
Hey That's Me !
In spite of all that, music has played an important part throughout my life.
Choir
Guitarist
Singer
Dancer
Editor
Actor
Listener
Sure it was a church choir, garage band guitarist, high school, college, community productions. Musical theater singer, dancer, and actor in front of big and small crowds alike. I even got paid for a summer acting gig once. Not musical, but since I’m bragging. . .
What I did get paid for and quite well thank you was as a film, video, and digital editor. There I orchestrated numerous medlies of picture, voice, music, and sound effects many times over many years. If there is no music in the way the pictures flow before the eye and the dialog plays to the ear then it’s back to the cutting room.
See Ma, I didn’t waste my entire youth on trivial pursuits.
Pix and trk X marks the spot Where two smackers met Hear squawk box pop Another X On mag stripe stock Line them up Cut it quick Splice it good Rewind table spin Crank for all you're worth Split reel chatter Spinning on the shaft Four gang synchronizer clatter Time to serve up hot Dailies on the platter Rushes always rush for Client projection screening Should reels misalign There'll be lots of screaming Assistant editor blame fodder Becomes main subject of malign It's called puttin' in your time
From California To the New York island From the Redwood Forest To the Gulf Stream waters The thoroughbred of Thoughtlessness and all Of his puny ponies Trample decent folks Asunder bloody hooves
Fill 'er up with Chronic Psychotic Necrotic Episodic Idiotic Didactic Dialectic Bubonic Diarrhea Expressed Sonic Tonic It's gonna be a bumpy ride
Cabinet tchotchkes Emporium of the dim Displayed for the world Unctuous eunuchs submit Kneel and bob in unison
Living on the fuzzy boundary of could've, should've, and would've.#RandomThoughts #artifact #AnotherDay
Fear mongering Scam shilling Protection racket Corruption cooking Bribe begging Violence threatening Irrational appeal Codified confusion Vaporware currency Ragged Rigamarole Or wretched rigmarole Of our Union
Just when I thought I was being precise Describing my mood As cerulean blue Forgot the factor That hue refracts In the ultimate eye Of beholding beholder Cerulean or caerulean Black stripe blue stripe Gold stripe white The hue is up to you
Siren songs of the scammers Pitching the American Scheme Their game Your skin Lulled by the lullaby Lollapalooza Wallop da losers Sweet mewlings In the ears of Wannabe Romanov's
Look! Up in the sky. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it just another billionaire bozo busting a rocket over our heads.
🎶 We gotta get outta displace 🎶 🎶 If it's last thing we ever do 🎶
Onslaught
Overwrought souls Bought cheaply sold Landgrab diplomacy Firehose hypocrisy Assault on decency Distraught humanity Onslaught on sanity Caught with no exit Or as we all call it Tuesday
Petulance
Living with a pestilence Of pure and simple petulance Now turn out the light Shut the door behind you Don't bother me Cause I can't cope And hey you Get off my lawn too
Fart
Cue the daily ritual Lighting of the fart royale Broadcast to the public Has become habitual Applauded by the loyal Performed by the duo dynamic One deep in his dotage One goofy from his dosage This became our national discourse As media beats a dead horse
A Scroll Threw Life 