Friendship

Many ships set sail at night

Setting sale in the winter

Protecting the sailors from

The evening’s blight

We have shared many meals

In this life

Made some jokes

And done alright

Friendship is a ship built together

Keeping us free from the blasts of the outer world weather

This ship has sailed for years

Our hearts have learned

Loved

Refined

Cheers glasses

And dined

From New York to Los Angeles

Bloomington to Fort Wayne

Our friendship is similar to back then

But not quite the same

Just as the weather can alter a boat

Over the years

So has our lives altered course over time

But it is true friendship that remains

At the core we are still the same

As when we boarded the ship of friendship

As reluctant strangers

We are now bound together

Friends all the same

 

 

Choosing Joy

Choices are made

Daily

Frequently

Momentarily

Temporary

Permanent

But one choice is definitive

Never to be made again

Choosing joy is a choice

That can survive the thick and thin

This infrequent gesture must be checked

As frequently as the mind can remember

That the truth is joy is not easy

Not instantaneous

Not always joyous

But mandatory

To choose joy over an erroneous option

There is a reason for such joy

Substantiated joy

The feeling of a mild sunset

Crimson in its beauty and restlessness

That joy must be felt from the heart

Exclaimed in the throat

And shared with other willing hearts

Joy is not a good find

Kept in one’s own heart

One’s own mind

Joy is a friend sharing a conversation

Joy is love overflowing

Flowing from one heart to another

Remembering that a life lived

Is giving and never knowing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disconnect; We are Not There Yet

Lead the leaders

All I can hear is a president

Who is not presently

Our president

So much proclamations

But he has yet to take the helm

Of our great nation

I am not discouraged

For my love of country can stay strong

It is greater than one man’s toy

Tweet

Deliberation

But enough of the bombast already

We still have a month

Of normal life before we have to deal with

Public displays of hatred and deceit

Come on

Turn off the TV

Disconnect the phone

Lies and misogyny roam

So I will do my part to just disconnect

Recollect

And focus on something new

 

 

Bluster

Unsightly unseen

Mightily obscene

Gestures of language

Encourage

Discourage

Mean

I have an objection to such limits

Of language

Interpretation

My own county

Country

Nation

How did words slip from

Meaning to mere

Reference

Indifference

How can it go from direct

To indirect and casual

Trivial

Is that what we have become

Seeking the words that have already

Been sung

A light I hope will shed a new perspective

Hoping that small bits of peace injected

We can’t move forward with bluster of hate

Discriminate

We must move forward together

And together

We will stand STRONG

 

Scribble of a Stranger

Scribble of a stranger

No more similar than an unknown danger

Glistening on a November afternoon

The acoustics pronounced now

And fill the room

The wrong approach with the wrong tenor

On a Sunday evening I sent her

The notes of my love

Gentle free falling dove

Now in a moments reflection

Over the fence

Where the homeless used to live

A new breed of life rises up from the dark

Victorious in its wailings

Building new wings for sailing

The ingredients have baked to perfection

Or rather imperfection

While I uncover more hope than I realized

Through the eyes of a bird I now realize

Push on when the push is almost out

That is when it is needed most

How to Win the Donald Trump Thanksgiving Argument: I Did and You Can Too!

“I just think he wears too much makeup…”

I responded soft and dejected. This to me was the Trojan Horse of all arguments. No one at the table expected this response from a college educated caucasian male age 30 with slightly graying hair. Immediately, it put me in an extremely shallow and “disdained” position as viewed by the others at the table. Exactly where I wanted to be. CHECK…

As the first responses quickly and fervently trickled in – “What!?” – “That is so shallow!” –  “You are mean!” and “How can you say that?CHECKMATE…

I think you know where I am headed. NOTE: for the rest of this conversation also refer to DONALD TRUMP = DON – this will add to the confusion at some point, guaranteed. I respond, “Don himself preaches that it is all about looks, right? I mean he himself has promoted this idea of looks first RIGHT!?” This perfectly misguided conversation is headed in the perfect direction. To which there are very few responses – this is after all the words and actions of the man himself which now they will be required to defend. The truth is this response is the ONLY response that your family members and friends have not prepared for this Thanksgiving. While they were spending all of their precious time preparing for the “intellectuals” so worked up over all of the REAL reasons that we oppose Don, just slip in with an argument that Don would actually make himself! This leads to what I call the “Feedback Loop” argument where the discussion must directly move in a circular manner back to the initial statement of disdain – in a direction which is very perfectly fitting and apropos. All you have to do is keep returning to this initial argument ad nauseam – without skipping a beat – until the entire table is vomiting their Thanksgiving Turkey and dressing from confusion and disorientation. “Don… Makeup… He said… Don… Makeup… He said… Don… Makeup… He said…” Drive it home and see the amazing results for yourself! Fun!

This idea that such shallow arguments, which Don himself made a cornerstone of his rise, have no such place at a table where we are trying to have a real discussion. Viola! Take the argument from here folks, you can thank me later!

Fuck it! 

N8

dt-thank

Lick Secretion

Lick

Secretion

A quote from the generator

Proud challenges

From the land of infinity

A bucket might qualify me for my job

Or it might just be a storage for the opposition

The cause

For me to stay

In the hall to clean the residuals

Unrest is an expression

That we must implore

 

Dairy Chief

The Dairy Chief doesn’t need any changes

Not looking for the next big development

Milking the cows somehow is just a bit irrelevant

A steward of the land with no need for innovation

No tariffs needed

Not too much frustration

It is implicit what his intentions are

Waking in the early morning hours

Tending the field and his cows

Bold yet not to be undone somehow

In the hostile words

He could give one less cow lick

Waking in the morning to babies colic ways

The dairy farmer just keeps moving on

It’s the sweet farm song

 

Sturdy and Venomous

The whimsical x-ray of our society

Has revealed a great deity

Venomous and toxic

Leaving the trace of a blown rocket

We used this messed up world

To project our problems into one being

Manifested into our new destiny

Smiling he rode in on white horses

The whole world overthrew me

But I will find steady ground

I will polish my smiling face

I will bandage my wounds and move on

This is the primary focus of the race

It’s not how we celebrate

But how when we see the face

From behind the facade

How we pick ourselves up from the dirty ground

Maybe it was our fault in the first

There is no faith to be put in humanity

We return certainly

To realize it was my own hope that let me down

Battered and on the ground

I pick myself up

And begin the hope anew

Just in something new

The Diagram of 2016 – How

Growing up in an extremely sheltered catholic midwestern household I was always taught some very simple “guidelines”. Whether it be good or bad this is the life I know. It was always God, Family, and Country. Whether it be right or wrong – that is yet a whole other discussion but today we realized something as a country and I did as an individual. These are the truths that we live by in 2016:

Sexism > Unity

Diversity > Sexism

Family > Diversity

Money > Family

Power > Money

God > Power

Greed > God

Trump > Greed

And here we are. This justifies all votes and support for the great devil when applied to this diagram. It is undisputable as I have debated and spoken with thousands of people over the last 9 months of my life. It makes how we got here so very simple. This is the truth as voted by our own fellow countrymen. If you study this diagram you will begin to see the problems we are faced with currently. I see this in the eyes of my own parents. The rest is just shit talk. They can say what they want, but these are the new principles by which my own family lives and a much larger population as a whole. I have devoted an entire year of my life, $30,000 in personal debts, and countless unpaid hours working to promote Unity in 2016. But the truth is I believe Unity is currently where I put it in the diagram: dead last. I understand this. I get it. People love to use their mouths instead of their wallets. They want to talk about power and money and how they can acquire it at all costs – this is the baby boomer generation. Consume, consume, consume, and shit on the rest. I challenge you to see where this diagram applies – to me it sums up 2016. For anyone overseas – may God be with us and protect us. We are in for a dark time in our countries history – I can see it in the eyes of the people.