Open the door. . . let in some air Don’t you think that it’s kind of stale–in here? Open the windows. . . clear out the smoke Someone in here– Is sure to choke. Clear out the garbage. . . empty the sewage Demand retribution for the crimes you have suffered. For I am the dragon. . . And I will eat the living. . . I will never die. . . as long as you all reproduce. Gnaw away at the idiots They are the reason for the stale [...]
What more can I say When the heat turns all a faded gray When the flowers in the vase wilt and die And the children of the blood soaked earth cry Are there Russians out there who still have tears to shed? Can we find anyone soundly asleep in his bed? What purpose do the bombs serve at last What purpose indignation when the stone’s already been cast I walked the crying shores of the sea and wept When seagulls swooped down, [...]
“Sex, sex, sex.” My wife grinned at me with a bemused expression of wonderment. “You have a one track mind,” she said. “Is that all you ever think about?” I answered defensively, “Of course not!” But to tell you the truth, I wasn’t so sure. In order to prove her wrong I began a top-secret experiment. My mind would be the laboratory and double as the research subject. For one day, from the moment I arose (no pun [...]
Recognizing costly mistakes that everyone makes: Clutter, wrong colors, too many chairs, wrong tables, overpowering decorations, not enough thought into planning what the interior of your new home or special room should really look like. Do not feel frustrated, worried, or upset because help is definitely one book away as you read What Were You Thinking? By interior designer Howard Wiggins and learn the secrets, the nuances and the creative [...]
My Holiday Emotions: We all have them. We all experienced them deep within us, whether it is good or bad it’s our holiday emotions. Of course over the years these emotions change depending on which memories we elect (subconsciously) to keep inside when the holidays come around. How we deal with them will make our future holiday memories. I always loved this time of the year growing up in New York. I enjoyed the cold air creating [...]
Where have all the heroes gone? Like those within our youth The ones we admired, From which we sought the truth, Righteous deeds, Compassion, We praised in ink and song Erected on the pedestal— Gods that walked alone Were they all illusions? Just some fantasy Or does youth wane to wisdom— Thus reality Tarnish stains the purity, Deceit destroys the soul One by one they’ve fallen— Bloody pieces on the floor Immortality [...]
A famous comedian once said that, “Life is a sexually transmitted terminal disease.” And as far as I know, it still happens to ten out of ten of us. So, is it OK to laugh about this solemn reality? Is it OK to poke a little fun at the Grim Reaper and not offend or upset anybody? I think so. In fact, I believe it is our ability to step back and take a lighter look at death, dying and grief that can, on occasion, help us get through [...]
Well I left home right after High School and join the US Army on June 9, 1969 the day after my 19th birthday. My first time away from home came six months into my service. Where I arrived in Vietnam two weeks before Bob Hope’s Christmas show got to Long Bin compon about and hour north of Saigon, South Vietnam, where early Christmas morning you could hear Silent Night being sung across the valley between three out-post. The Christmas [...]
Anger, rage and futility With the weight of the sea— On my shoulders, bearing down— On me, pulling me under to drown I am a mollusk without a sea shell Exposed to the currents of hell Fate like a storm pounds me I am lost in the debris The machine devours me Processing the garbage of the sea I am less than a cog in a wheel I am a cooked eel Call me Jonah, for I am his offspring And the dark water is calling The [...]
Rumors had abounded that many ghosts of past employees and old vaudevillian actors still roamed the theatre – especially at night. Many folks claimed to have heard footsteps after the doors were closed for the day. One particular spirit was believed to be that of a man and his security dog that barked and cried at night. Actors and workers within the theatre also related tales of hearing voices when no one else was there.
