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Pigeons fuck. Pigeons fuck.

Up above the pigeons fuck.

Wings a’ flappin’

Feathers flyin

Twigs a’ breakin’

There’s no mistakin’

A couple of pigeons are getting down and


No moans of pleasure

Or squacks of satisfaction

Just two birds passing on genes

For another generation

Pigeons fuck!

Pigeons fuck! 


Why do these pigeons have to


Up above me, in the trees

They get it on and spread disease!


Religious duck?

Religious duck?

No! These are pigeons down to fuck!

Wings aflutter

Feathers ruffled

Bursting cherries

Full kerfuffle! 



These pigeons… Now I see…

Have been eating fruit from this tree...

Now finished, they fly away...

I guess they’ll fuck some other day...

Pigeons Fuck








I've stuffed my feelings in a bottle

And thrown them out to sea

Cast away from everyone

Most especially me


My feelings gone I try and stay strong 

But more bubble up from below
So I stuff them in and fling’em again

And hope they're a sight I see no more

The tide begins to rise

And there to my surprise

I find my bottle from before

Still filled with all the festering feelings

I tried to sink below


So I fling the bottle out to sea again 

And this time a little further

Taking sight of a dark horizon

As storm clouds begin to gather


Six pack

Twelve pack

A case of bottled up fear

Empty bottles

Hollow feelings

The more I toss

The more appear


Burnt, exhausted, sand in my socks

On a beach littered with anxiety

Unthunk thoughts tumbling through the surf

As I suffer the ebb and flow of misery


Out of sorts

Out of mind

Out of desperation I scream!




Living nightmare’s dream




Shattered ego

Broken glass




In the riptide of the past

Overwhelmed, under water

I let go and fight no longer

As the waves of emotion

Take me out to see


That what I feared

Was not so

That what I knew

I did not know

That what will come

Joy or sorrow

Is what life was

And will be tomorrow


Now adrift in this vast ocean

Awash in life’s great mystery

No more bottles left to throw

Sink or swim, I




Bottled Up
Brain Feed



Be aware of what you feed your brain

  Have yourself a bit of joy and a bit of pain

    For to feast too much on one or the other

      Will surely bust the belly of the brain asunder


          Positive crispies are a tasty treat

            Deliciously addictive, yet nutritiously incomplete

              Have all you can devour and you will have emotional gout

                Leaving you empty, hangry and nauseous with doubt


                   Negative morsels are needed for a strong reality

                     They provide kernels of truth in the right variety

                       But too many of these salty snacks will make you sick

                         Causing an unbearable disease known as “bein’aprick”


                             So feed the brain a balanced meal with lots and lots

                               Of knowledge nuggets and tater thoughts

                                 Filled with equal parts bitter and equal parts sweet

                                   And you’ll have a brain never starved but always ready to eat

A lil' Bit of Thought



Here’s to you and here’s to me

To the future, may it be blissful and bright

To the past moments of triumph and delight

To the present, let us be merry and more than alright


Here’s to a good night and a better tomorrow

To overcoming grief and all of our sorrow

To making the best of what lies ahead

To being grateful for every day before we’re dead


Here’s to good people the world over

To those among us whether drunk or sober

To our imperfect friends and most perfect strangers

To the brave souls who face our greatest dangers


Here’s to you and here’s to me!

To every ilk from every country!



Na zdrowie!

Gan bei!

Cheers to all!

Now let’s drink up already...

A  lil Bit of Thought

I wonder…

If God made dirt

And dirt don’t hurt

Then surely God made pot

So pot why not?

Just a little bit of thought

A lil’ bit of thought









 N ow let me tell you what

     When you’re feeling low

     You can get by

     And get a little high

     With a simple stride

     Down a sunny, tree lined street


     You’ll feel an uplift in your soul

     On a wonderful stroll

     If you take in your surroundings

     And notice the great many perfections

     In this imperfect world that we’re living in


     Gnarly roots from the gnarliest trees

     Individual homes showing outward

     Inward personalities

     The roar of the city

     Heard faintly in the background

     As squirrels and sparrows

     Spar and crow and squirrel away


     And here is where you’ll realize

     Before you trip on the sidewalk

     Or step in dog shit

     Unprepared for the other side of reality

     As bliss ends prematurely

     On reentry into the fray

     That life is worth living

     Surviving and enduring

     Because sometimes life is better than okay

One Life Lesson
Beware of the Other


The Other

They are not your sister

Not your brother

They are another creed entirely

And whatever it is

That they believe in 

Is whatever it is

That is what is

Wrong with society


The Other

Are a challenge to your status quo

The Other

Are everything you do not know

The Other

See the world in a different light

The Other

You must avoid or prepare to fight!


That’s what I heard about

The Other anyways

From another

Who knew more about them than me

And of course I’ve heard all about them

And all that they believe in

From blogs and books and talking heads on T.V.

I’ve even seen

The Other with my own eyes

But one to one I’ve never known any

Can you imagine what would happen if you did!?

Shake their hands?

Meet their kids?

Complete and utter catastrophe!

Nope! Not worth it! Don’t do it!

Taking that kind of chance is far too risky!



You could be tormented

By completely new ideas

Or obscenely new perspectives

Of culture and identity

They could challenge you

And what you thought you knew

They could change the makeup of your mind

And worst of all afterall 

You could end up

Like The Other kind!

So beware

Of the Other

They are not your sister

Not your brother

They have nothing in common

With you and me

Not one thing whatsoever

Other than we might share the same fear

Of other people taking away who we are

Our freedom

Our way of life

Our humanity


But other than that…

The Other?

Don’t bother.

Any encounter with them could be deadly!

So you best beware, be scared of them

The danger is tremendous

You can count on this

Don’t be a fool

Believe me!




Stop to think for a moment

When stuck in mental traffic

What route have you not thought out

To get around the bind?


You may consider many possibilities

And create many more fantasies

But how many have you tried?

Sometimes when nothing else is moving

The only choice worth choosing

Is to leave the vehicle behind


Step off the pre-planned route

Of the predestined destination

You had already mapped out

In your mind

Through sticks and stones

Make a path all your own

And there you will discover

How to




And at last

When you break through the thicket


Bloody and


Exhausted from so much struggle

Through steps in shits of all kinds

You’ll feel a tremendous warmth

There for a moment

From a peek of light

Through the clearing of the mind

And yet here,

There is a possibility

That you may look back

Only to see

The road you once traveled

Full of traffic jams and jellies

Is now moving again without obstruction

As if nothing had ever happened

Flowing perfectly, freely

You could have never predicted it

That waiting it out

Would have relieved your predicament

In the pileup of one track thinking

Keeping everything stagnant in your mind



This may be the outcome

And you may feel dumb

After having gone and done

A trek beyond the norm

Outside the box

Of ordinary thoughts

Across treacherous embarrassments

Tangled up in thorns of ignorance

Scarred by wild nips and tucks of fear

Lost in the woods of Wondering What Ifs

Yet somehow you persevered!


And had you not ventured a guess

To experience the perils of perseverance

Up and over whatever stopped you before

Then you would have never found

What you have now

One hell of a story to tell

In search of whatever it was

You had begun the journey for

On Writer's Road




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