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20th Set of Poetry

Surrogate Connection
Literature, music, film and tv have been given to me
So that I may always have good company
A surrogate connection
To fill human affection
So I hope to create
So I may reciprocate
To the next generation
To love through my creation

Hollywood Crush
I am hurting from a mighty crush
Longing for your ever absent touch
No one understands why I need you so much
A crush is more powerful than love cause there is nothing I do
We never encountered but I feel like I love you
I know so much about you it feels so true
I know this pseudo-love is nothing more than lust
But you seem like someone I can trust
I don't know if loving or leaving is a must

Pictures
Pictures can't hug me
Can't offer me security
Pictures have no communication
They have no appreciation
They can't give, take, share
They can't love or care
But they can't scream or fight
That's why I go to them at night
They may not be able to care
But if you want to they're always there
They can't appreciate, but nor can they hate
So that's why I masturbate

19th Set of Poetry

Imperfect Jesus
We seek an imperfect Jesus
A hero a bit more like us
But those who aren't too self-absorbed
Are too disturbed
The rest are dead
Taking shots to the head
Sent to the grave
From ones refused to be saved
We don't look within
To deal with our sin
We want to heed
Someone brave enough to lead
Because when we look inside
All we see is a place to hide
We just don't have the balls
To knock down our walls
We put everything
In Martin Luther King
Hoping Gandhi
Might set us free
But Christ is the embodiment of our freedom
Follow him to find unfailed promises in his Father's Kingdom

Contact Communication
Contact is the communication of compassion
But being aloof is good manner and fashion
People are too afraid to touch
Afraid that they might blush
So they keep themselves distant
Against emotions they stand resistant
They refuse to contact or profess they care
For fear their emotions will leave them vulnerable and bare
So I stay one step ahead of them all
For in this world of apathy I'll stand behind the wall

Pangaea
We all come from Pangaea a once united place
But as the continent broke apart so did the human race
The war chariots moved swift
As the continents began to drift
Now each race seeks to exploit his brother's land
And have his brother serving at his command
Now they father children who'll inherit the guilt
And the fleeting hope of power their ancestor's built

Volume 18th trilogy of poetry

Money Cycle
Money flows through like the waters of the earth and sky
It vapors up and rains back down passing itself by
But people live in fear and doubt
When amidst a never ending drought
Water stores itself in immeasurable masses in the sky
As vegetation and wildlife whither and die
The earth pleads and it calls
But no rain water falls
Praying for rain is vanity
When the clouds keep their humidity
It will with the right pressure stay in its place
Destroying the earth in a slow agonizing pace

Tuned Out
Communication has no effect
My senses have disconnect
I can no longer recognize your face
I'm at home and lost in space
Nothing imports to my brain
So your attention is in vain
But thank you for being there
So when I wake I'll know you care
For when my wandering's done
We both know I'll need someone

Ode To Eve
I could have every tree in my garden but it's not paradise without you
I could keep a zoo of pets in my den but it's not paradise without you
Even though my land has always flourished and the sky is ever blue
I am too lonely to call it paradise without you
I could have infinite time
And every mountain to climb
But it's not paradise without you
I could have the softest flower bed
But loneliness would fill my head
For it is not paradise without you

Man's Best Friends Animated Sitcom Scene I

(Brian Becque lying in bed asleep with Thomas the alley cat on the pillow next to his head)
(Knocking at Brian's bedroom door)
Mike (dog): Hey Brian let me back in, jees do we have to go through this every time I go to bathroom at night
(Brian gets up and opens the door to let Mike the schnauzer dog in)
Brian (human): Well the door was unlocked Mike.
Mike: Yeah but it was shut. How am I supposed to open it? With my teeth
Brian: Well you can always open the peanut butter jar
Mike: That's because you never shut it all the way.
Brian: What's the harm in that, it's not like this apartment is roach infested?
Mike: No just a dog, a cat and a hamster, all of whom have free range over this place except that hamster David (concerned) all day he is just stuck in that glass cage.
Brian: Yeah I think that's why he's so depressed.
Thomas (cat): I don't know what he's so depressed about he and Brian are the only ones not to get neutered.
Mike: (fake puzzled) You were neutered? Just kidding. But as to Brian's theory about the glass case depression I agree as it is actually just a fish tank you're keeping him in.
Brian: So what? It's dried out, now
Mike: Yeah but not when you first put him in there.
Brian: The water was so clear how could I remember if I already drained the water?
Thomas: Maybe the dead fish floating on top would have been a clue?
Mike: Yeah, but I'm still traumatized by what happened to the fish, are you going to flush all your dead pets down the toilet, because that would be kind of rude ya know.
Brian: God, I flush one fish down the drain and I never hear the end of it. I mean you're a dog, you'll eat whatever scraps of carcass is in smelling distance.
Mike: Not a friend's dead carcass, you know that, that's why dogs don't eat their mothers.
Brian: (sarcastically) Well as enjoyable as a nice conversation about carnal consumption is, I have a busy day ahead of me.
Thomas: You're a freelance journalist, you work at home.
Brian: Well I still have a social life.
Mike: Oh please you spend half your day watching Monty Python's Flying Circus, then you go back to your room to vege out to the Beatles or Pink Floyd.
Brian: Well social interaction is hard for me.
Thomas: When's the last time you saw your therapist?
Brian: I don't have one anymore, I couldn't afford one. Besides you guys are my therapists.
Thomas: And we're your job coach
Mike: And we're your confidants
Thomas: And we're your dating service.
Mike: Yeah and if I'm going to help you pick up women please let me have some for myself.
Brian: You can't get it on with a Yorkshire Terrier right in front of our apartment building. And while I'm at it don't greet my dates with a leg humping.
Mike: Like you're any smoother.
Thomas: Look you should come to me about dating; cats know how to make the aloof goof thing work for you.
Mike: (sarcastically) Yeah that's why cat walkers get all the women
Brian: That gives me an idea for my next article: Why Do Dogs Make Better Wingmen? I mean winning a cat's affection would be more impressive to a woman, so why do they date dog lovers?
Thomas: Women are attracted to dumb brutes and anyone who is likewise attracted to dumb brutes.
(Mike bites Thomas' neck and Brian smacks Brian with a newspaper)
Brian: Maybe I should go back to professional help with a counselor and a job coach.
Mike: Yeah it would be healthy to get to the point where you can have a real job interacting with people.
Brian: Yeah but the last time I tried government assisted work training I felt like I was in special ed classes (mocking) Now Brian what is it we never talk about in public?
Thomas: Religion
Mike: Politics
Brian: And sex!
Mike: Yeah right, every store I walk by with you all I hear from others is"fascist right wing" "communist left wing" "smut peddlers" "tree huggers" "flag burners"
Thomas: "Cross burners" "holy roller" "Bible thumping fundamentalist" "space age guru" "intellectual god-hating atheists"
Brian: Butts, breasts and genitals.
Thomas: Just remember the basic rule for politics, religion and sex. It's all Machiavelli disguised as Christ.
Mike: True that.
Brian: Right, now what was my next article going to be about again?
Mike: (gnawing himself) What article?
Thomas: Wow that's a record. A five minute conversation without being distracted by your own butt. I think your ADD is fading away nicely.
Mike: You're one to talk; being obsessive compulsive is just as bad. Every time you get off that pillow you have to circle it counterclockwise three times, jump on the desk, then to the window, then to the dresser and then out the door.
Thomas: No I don't
Mike: Try leaving that pillow without doing it right now
Thomas: Okay (Thomas walks three times counterclockwise around the pillow, jumps to the desk, window sill, dresser and to the door) See?
Mike: (distracted) See what?
Thomas: (to himself) Dogs are so stupid. You can't lose an argument with someone who never remembers what the point is.

Tenth Compilation of Poetry

Moral Majority II
The moral majority is so fond
Of the violent, sexual adventures of James Bond
But if they saw that same show
Go down in the ghetto
They'd judge and condemn
Pointing their finger at them
Using any means to feed the poor is good
As long as you're named Robin Hood
But Big Tobacco
Runs the show
Puts in place the politics and police
In a perpetual process that won't cease
As the police jail every man selling weed
As millions die every decade to tobacco's greed
Sex, violence and drugs are alright if you're rich
But not if you are living in a ditch
You can destroy the ecosystem with your cigar
And your imported sports utility car
But the poor can't fight to survive
As the rich moral majority kill to strive

The Turtle
Although I didn't know her too well
I know my mother left me protected by a shell
When I hatched I found no feather or fin
Just another shell I fit in
I am too slow and too dense
To come to my own defense
I have no mom to look after me
I'd be lucky if I made it to the sea
My only comfort is I can always dwell
Protected inside my shell

The Time Is Gone

The time is gone
No more time to relax for fun
No work is done
No time to sit I have to run
No more sitting by
Enjoying life as time would fly
And without a warning cry
The time and me are going to die

Fifth Volume of Poetry

Asperger's Syndrome And Autism
Mind's turned on and tuned out
A mystery no one will find out
Fascinated and focused on a distraction
No one can interpret or foretell my reaction
Sometimes seems gifted sometimes dumb
All emotional bridges somewhat numb
Family bonds are the only ones that reach me
Stuck in an alternate reality

Complaints Left And Right
Don't tell me the Bible builds battles
When rock fans march together like tag marked cattle
Don't whine about the prison's injection room
When you evict dead babies from your womb
Don't say you are lower middle class
When you are kissing corporate ass

Don't preach to us your moral lessons
When you lead the hungry masses into oppression
Don't speak of communal loyalty to your corporation
When lay offs and pollution reek across your nation
Don't complain of liberals controlling the media
When you are rewriting encyclopedias

Scriptures
I read John 2:16
The evangelist doesn't seem to know what it means
I read Isaiah 2:4
Just as the general with Bible and gun ran to war
I spoke of the 6th Commandment
As the troops were sent
I read Genesis 2:24
Just as a spouse walked out the door
I read Psalms 139:13-16
As I saw the clinic with an unwed teen
I read Isaiah 11:6-9
And suddenly I felt fine

Third Trilogy of Poetry

Dear God (A Satirical Poem)

Dear God some people say you're not real
Others say you're a three in one package deal
Others say you see all but can't feel
Dear God are you out there
Everywhere
Or nowhere at all
Dear Jesus you were the son of a Jew
But you looked Caucasian from a church's point of view
That I saw on a mural some medieval artist drew
Dear God are you out there
Everywhere
Or nowhere at all
Dear God some say there is free will of man
Others say everything is part of your plan
So whose blood is on whose hand
Dear God are you out there
Everywhere
Or nowhere at all
Dear God some say you bless a chosen race
Others say you just help Olympians win first place
But then how come so many exist by your grace
Dear God I know you're out there
Somewhere
Please call


(a special thanks to Monty Python and also Firesign Theater for their album title How Can You Be In Two Places At Once When You're Nowhere At All)

Aquarium
Autistic and numb
Mistaken for dumb
Shelled inside an aquarium
Watching people stare as they come
No one can understand cause they can't communicate
No relative no soul mate
Foreign creatures, foreign place no way to relate
Living alone is the hardest thing to tolerate

American Socialism
Everyone can have a gun but not a job
What else can you expect but an open mob
People pay unions to get a raise and job security
Health care with bureaucratic red tape and pensions you'll never see
You're only as free as the will you are born with
But the government acts like it's giving out free gifts
You fight for a First Amendment Right Congress is paid to protect
So anything you say the Supreme Court will interject
You are jailed and deported for fighting for equality but not for war
Why do we have to kill to have something to die for
The Rich get interest while the Poor pays banks deficient
Paying millionaires for nothing as the Poor pay every cent
Poor families trapped in low income neighborhoods
Not enough tax money to get entitled goods
No education, police, running water, no second chance
Just millionaire politicians and corporations in a far off distance
They are the ones living free
They can afford the luxury
Now that you see the power of money
Can't you tell this ain't a socialist society