MEMORY of YOUR FACE

Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history, is the story of our love; a spiritual decree. Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting life, is the epic of our union, quite beautifully described. I am stunned by the depth of your soul. Shall I be forever mystified? And this evening, brazenly confetti’’d on a Hollywood freeway overpass, I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart. While my soul bleeds adoration in silence, I wonder, is this love’s crucifixion? Is this how Mary felt in the garden? No answer is of consequence, for what I will remember long after I have died, is the memory of your face, indelibly inscribed.

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TOPEKA PREACHA

 

He says he loves Jesus and Jesus loves him.
He’s a modern day prophet forgiving your sins.
He’s a radio pirate with a cable show too,
A mistress in Paris, an eye out for you.

His brand of religion breeds heartbreak and pain.
He’s a born again Christian with something to gain.
Deceitfully convincing his flock of salvation,
In return he receives a standing ovation.

His glorious sermons preach schemes of division,
Exquisitely crafted to prevent any schism.
Triumphantly pitting his will against right,
He lusts after money & covets your wife.

An unnatural affection for boys under ten,
He’s drugged quite a few on his couch in the den.
He’s suspicious of women and fearful of men.
There’s a gun by his bed marked ‘specially’ for them.

He’s a beast. He’s a monster. It’s sad but it’s true.
His secret agenda keeps Jesus from you.
He’s afraid you’ll rise up if you find out the truth,
Afraid you’ll tip off your wife & your youth.

He’s a huckster, a shyster, and the devil disguised.
He’s a freak who insists only his god is wise.
This prince of invective is consumed by desire.
While preaching forgiveness he’s stoking his fire.

 

 

CNN SPECIAL REPORT: TERROR WARNING OVER TOOTHPASTE

THIS JUST IN:

 

 

BREAKING NEWS ON CNN
TERROR WARNING OVER TOOTHPASTE

 

 

I have been telling people for years that using toothpaste would one day blow their face apart. Did anyone listen to me? NO! So that’s what they get.
CNN & those of it’s ilk remind me that if I believe anything spewing out of the canker sore mouths of news anchors, politicians, government spokespersons, my infectious disease doctors, my team of specialists down at the old Twist & Shout… actually, if I believe anything anyone says about anything without doing my own research, then I deserve what I get. I don’t though. Thank god for that. Thank god for you. Thank god for me & everyone else who questions authority.
THIS JUST IN JUST LIKE THE LAST ONE

 

 

ALL CONCERTS HAVE BEEN CANCELLED

 

 

MUHAMMAD IS DEVASTATED
JESUS ISN’T THRILLED EITHER
REMOVED COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT
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I have been thinking quite a bit about people lately. I like people. I like Rattlesnakes too, but I don’t feed the birds. Go fuck yourself! 

 

 

That sounds crazy, and harsh too. I apologize. I take it back. Go fuck yourself if nobody else will. I’m joking. Ha. Don’t go fuck yourself without me.
I don’t know what has gotten into me lately. Ever since JAY LENO left NBC’S TONIGHT SHOW, it has been this way. The entire population of the USA located in the middle of the Americas between a rock above us & a hard place below us is in a ‘funky town, electric blue avenue’ kind of mood.

 

 

I do not want or intend to be a hater of humanity. In truth, I sincerely love people & people love me. People who love people are the happiest in the world. Without their irksome shrieks rattling the cages of the ruling class-clown cabals, the rest of us wouldn’t even be alive to bitch all day long the way you do. How sad would that be? What else … ?

 

 

OK then…here is my little short story I dedicate to my mother, Edith Ann, who taught me that if telling the truth will hurt me or others, then lie. And to my dear childhood friend, PATTY ANN, who taught me that beauty, brains, a beautiful body & being ridiculously wealthy are far more than enough to get anything you want out of life. She should know. My little story will then be followed by a brief public announcement from Ms. Laurie Anderson.

 

 

Thank you for your time, your support through cash donations & for hooking me up with your crack dealer. It is through the generous support of people like you that keep entitled people like me totally enabled. Have a nice day. Oh yes, a word to the wise, don’t brush your teeth tonight.
UPDATE: I REMOVED MY SHORT STORY BECAUSE I COPY-WRITE INFRINGED ON MY OWN WORK. THAT IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE.
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www dot god hates you dot com

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your flight attendant speaking: Please fasten your seat belts. The captain has asked me to remind you, there is no smoking permitted in the lavatories, and to tell you we are going down!
Down!
Down!
Our fiery crash landing into the snow-capped mountain below should be painless… but one never knows. The temperature at the site our destination is uncomfortable. Should you require assistance upon our arrival, do not hesitate to call upon your flight attendant. Beverages & continental breakfast shall be served at Heaven’s Gate, located in the main concourse compliments of our lord, Jesus Christ. Everyone is welcome except for Reverend Fred Phelps of the Hillsborough Community Baptist Church, Topeka, Kansas, sitting in aisle 2, seat 2, you are going to hell.
Hell!
Hell!
Because Freddy,  www dot god hates you dot com. 
Thank you for flying our friendly skies. And have a nice day.
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HAWK & THE RAVEN

Full  moon silver frosted leaves, and glacine dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath my eaves. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain: All things full must surely wane: Perpetual blossoms should not be sad, yet how do I sing when I’m this mad? Atomic beats drove me insane. The sight I saw played upon my brain. I wondered if the sky feels pain? Suddenly a Raven soared in for attack. The hawk’s quick eye did catch the beast but not before the raven’s feast. The hawk chick fell from the sycamore to the rocky banks of the canyon floor. The rest, of course, is etched in lore. An angel garbed in feathered dress descended from her perch of rest. The battered babe, his blood now cold, rose from the dead on wings of gold. Miraculous in the Phoenix mold; fell from the skies then resurrected: A god-shot is quite unexpected. For when the reaper comes it’s time to go. Since the first dawn this has been so. But then again, how’d I know? Heart returned to our beloved’s sky, & then the glint in our dear chick’s eye. The babe ascended his lofty nest to the greatest comfort, a mother’s breast. Successful in her Angel quest, our heroine in feathered dress returned to where all angels rest. And to this day this lore I’ve told delights all children, both young and old.

 

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TOPANGA CANYON 

Painted in Southern California.
Photo by David Blattel 2000

Oil on canvas, measuring 17 1/2 inches by 29 inches.  Signed by  Gégoux , and dated 1914.  Painted at Topanga Canyon, California.  Gegoux was interested in capturing the “marine layer” effect of this coastal area.  In this effort he would travel to the beach at Topanga Canyon and each morning observe the dominant atmospheric effect known as the “Catalina Eddy”.  This vortex forms periodically off Santa Catalina Island and throws marine air on shore, resulting in periods of up to a week or more when fog persists through out most of the day.  Excerpts from “The Topanga Story”, edited by Louise Armstrong York, © All Rights Reserved.  
The wetlands of old can be seen in this image, from circa 1914, which shows the entrance to Topanga Canyon viewed from the southeast looking northwest.  Courtesy of the Ernest Marquez Collection, © All Rights Reserved.  This painting was acquired from the estate of the Mary Eldriedge – Champoeg, Oregon.  
My grateful appreciation to Elisabeth Walton Potter for her help in describing this paintings and providing provenance information.

AQUILA

I am your mother.

I have made love to the moon.

You are a bird, downy garbed,

and not yet ready to fly.

I have drank our earth’s tears.

yet every day I get high.

You are wide-eyed & lovely

filled with questions why?

Partake of my wisdom,

and together,

we shall kiss the sky.

RING OF FIRE

I walk briskly at first.

I shuffle sacred boulders between each foot.

I teeter at the edge of humanity.

I’m perched on the lips of this cup

Brimming over with exquisite insanity

This wonderful world miraculous mathematical equation

and all the earth’s treasures scattered before me

I skirt precpices , one side to the other

a crcle game aornd this tismuminuss world

we call the ring of fire

I jump high, I  rise, I sail, I soar

up & over, south   west,

then down into the east

up & over then under back,

over & over  over agans

under and up and over again,

It’s such great fun, I’ll do it again,

Jump, I jump, I take a high dive,

I sky dive into the heart of this miraclos world

I am a skimming stone on a great pond

we call the ring of fire.