Good Witch, Bad Witch

To cop a plea ,in public forum
A plead of ignorance. maybe fresh start
I do this quite often myself
Who designed, and who knowingly
executed the program may never be known
This may not be important
But what is important is to
shut off like a switch the network
And to realize that nothing was won or lost
Just peace again

Dear Coercion

Has bulling ever got you any where?

Does extortion get you dates?

Can you force a man to like something?

Does humiliation get you rocks off?

Can you force a survivalist out of his cave with threats?

You don't have winning ways!!!

You cannot forgive those whom you don't trust

A curse is a curse

You cannot change mal intent

You may appease in the short term

It's determination is evil

It may charm and delight,

But it's really up to no good

To believe or not to believe

Feeling is impossible with out belief,

Imagery is empty promise with out acceptance,

Concept is cold trace with out warm  trust,

A fantasy is lie till validated by reality event.

Currency of love is not ,till realized in frontal approach

Extortion will not make the heart fonder,

you cannot win what you already lost.

Agency, what Agency?

Oh the agency that that misinforms

The enterprise of the old boys

The implied conclusion of the insane.

But I was never afraid of making a fool of myself

So why am I so obstinate?

As to your force feeding of my open mind

I've survived your many toxins

Things are so grim,

they'd have to show me the crack of Dawn.

All I taste are feathers.

                          01/07/2010 01:21 AM

RelationalMaddog

Waiting for what?

I'm not waiting for a boat I already missed

I don't want to experience the party already missed again.

That was just a bad trip

I gave up analyzing, "Stair Way To heaven", eons ago.

I totally missed Star Wars, and I don't care.

I lost my hair in the seventies and, "I'll never have that receipt again"

I don't pretend to get it any more

I'm not afraid of looking my age

I don't just have senior moments,

I get Alzheimer's days.

I don't need a street racer

Just fast friends some times

I'm not totally complacent,

and like kicking ass some times.

My needs are simple, and my eyes are still wide open

I may be more reality based than one might suspect

Nebular spirit,

or crazy ectoplasm?

"How do like your wine",

or is that catalyst not apropos?

What if the wine appears poisonous

and causes venomous innuendo?

Should it be sent back with severe reprimand?

Or should the blighted party exit?

Not wanting to prove the prevalence

right, at the cost of ones dignity.

I'm not terribly wise nor sophisticated

But I don't want to remove all doubt

In case you don't get it.

It's demon speak

A boll weevil looking for a home

Meaninglessness looking for a hook

A crazy party girl wasting my time

An entity looking for myth

A rowdy looking for trouble

A devil looking for legitimacy

A waste of time and dignity

Paralytic Empathy

Undo pain of others affliction.

as defined by my assumption

But assuming may be the biggest

bite off to swallow

Who really go bit ,

and who really had to swallow

It's an ambiguous state of affairs

I'm not saying not to care,

but be care full of acceptance

of bill of goods that weigh your cross

The best instinct

To go for more power,

or check. Be content with status quo

To long for the faster horse,

or check. Trust old reliable.

To worship new icons,

or check. Go deeper in understanding.

To want it all,

or check. Make what is ,work

To scream for justice,

or check. Conserve composure

The checks are not compromise,

but balance

The Blaming Game

(on a more positive note)

Who to blame, to make scapegoat.

It's easy to Point fingers in time of frustration.

With need to focus strife ,

we choose a victim of sacrifice.

Some consolidate power by delegating blame.

An old trick ,to smash credibility of rivals

A dirty trick that will always be used by the deceitful 

What I was really afraid to say

The sum of all this unspeakable torture is,

that it really sucks.

Sucks like a cheesy horror flick.

I've may have hinted to the parts of it ,

but the whole is worse.

It really sucks

I don't know of any benefactors, for sure.

But I know many, that are prayed upon

 Tribute to Raymond

Ray of Hope 

Raymond, his mothers hope

Was born in the day of coal steamers

Where coal was king and the lively hood

It was a rough setting for a tough life.

But Raymond was tough enough

To survive the misfortune of being misunderstood

He was probably round the horn of good hope

He was granted a golden age not so many years ago

A gentler passage of time for gold Ray

Time of dignity with indignities remembered

His heart was showing proud

Proud of his grace in this golden age

Mother guilt , so righteous ,and natural,

but sometimes guilt is to spurn ,as insult.

For real, why not?

Card shark ways, instead of warm feel,

Sneaky imply ,instead of spoken open heart

To pretend of knowing from the cold dark,

To philosophize in defeat, instead of proud proclaim,

Steely move, instead of  honoured presence

Yes , there's something wrong, 

I'm lost in a sea of lies

Trapped in promise of better

But getting worse

Dammed by a fool as a puppet..........

..............................

To impregnate with evil thought,

to make birth of Demon acts

This not my intent ,

But to make you see, what you do

 

I know ,"Oh pooh, another poem"

 

Yes, I don't fit the program.

Even as non conformist, I don't fit

the protocol of ,one should.

I'm too half baked, to get completely baked,

as a total all out party jack.

But this is not my problem,

but my problem, that of someone's

inflicted , what should be.

I'm not asking for acceptance,

but tolerance ,and a freedom pass

I'm not your gladiator!!

Do I need to display my

real contempt for this process?

 

relationalmaddog

 

A wise politician told me once,

"Act stupid ,and every one will believe you,

  and god help those that

you hold in high esteem ,

and were kind"

relationalmaddog

 

It's of my leaned opinion ,

no matter how deep you probe

into the manure pile,

its still manure,

but wow man ,

do I ever have a hell of a garden

 

Why don't I?
Why don't I partake of the electric cool aid
and become a man ,past tense, of philosophy
"Probably too easy , and hard to get back" ,I'll say
I'll find a angel glow, virgin again, lady of passion
We'll drink of gnome nectar, and dance of little people ,abandoned
We'll swoon all night ,and act out the party missed again, till morning part
I'll feel the fairy whip low for weeks, and say, "never again"
Why don't I jump in a cold lake instead,
It won't be a complete , but I'm sure it makes some one happy, anyways

relationalmaddog

 

Demon Network

 

A  garden path start,

a rose petal scented

promise of love and happiness

but this process of reality detachment

leads to a gritty chain match event

of disillusioned  humans , linked by the ears

to demon speak misrepresentation.

We are all taught what fools we are

                  relationalmaddog     

 

Patty's circumstance

Here's a funny story about a circumstance that happened to me a couple of years ago.  I unpacked my computer ,and set it up on St. Pat's mornin ,after a night of showing a multimedia display ,at a social club event that I attended. To my surprise the display had a green tint to it. So I scratched my head ,and muttered what could cause this .Then I remembered being rough with my monitor to computer interface plug. I surmised I must have bent the blue pin. So I looked at the plug and straightened out one bent pin, and plugged in, and booted up. "Yes , that was it" . So I thought a bit ,and said , "I must have been blessed by the little people ,and I'm sure a leprechaun is getting a little chuckle right now.     relationalmaddog

Don't listen to the tic toc. It really says, "You believe what?" "Your Going mad?" "Let me give you something to get really mad about." "You know what dives you crazy."" Let your mind go crazy on my crazy horse merry go round."" Ha ha."" Let the centrifugal pull you off centre." "You'll be cool with the Kool aid."" I promise."

answer:

May I take you to a secluded spot and let you off with no victims . Or must I validate your drive me crazy half-truths with mad conviction on my peers. I know what. I'll con the con you on me. They'll think I'm horribly complicated. But really , I'm a simple cowboy in a madly complicated world

Relationalmaddog

Evil complete
Image , if you dare, a grinding horror of Stalin's envy. Evil so gripped as to dwarf big brother. A funk so froze, that we want not to be aware of inquisitioned self. You are forced to find your own vice of self enslavement. And taunted of you folly as you submit to enemy self. Jove would be the id of returned irony. A curse so undeniable as to paralyze................

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....Hey , A blinding flash, heart race........birds report............get up and go to work!!
 

Unconventional Dog
The whipped dog, the shunned dog, the dog with out his day. He has freedoms by fact that he has no social conventions to rule his day out of time. He can see the overlooked ,the scent of coming to be. And The unconventional dog will be not be comforted by this fact he already knows. All he's learned is that vanity must rule and hope that it gives itself away

We the mollusk

We bottom feeders of this ever poisoned world. What to do? We have to function as we are positioned. But to stand the toxins of our times. I guess like the cobra fakirs, we endure and desensitize, We will be admired as such survivors

JB's Pool Room
I remember it like rock heaven, with pixie candied sisters vamping about. They were in such vogue. Ah yes, sweet remember, but sad refrain. Glories impossible to behold ,and to wild to contain. But what black heart cursed the collective mind of this rock heaven and try make guilt out of our young impulse. Yes you scorched my mind as you had scorched the earth in war, as ,I am to believe. Then if you are such a misunderstood warrior Then face you chosen foe

Lying Dog

  I think of a threatening dog's snarl as as a test of truth. Not so much as my own , but as to when to let that dog be right with his threat. If I let him ,I will grant him truth and righteousness as he wins with his bluff. But sometimes a dog is to scary and threatening to laugh of. This dog gets my attention of respect of his toothy advance. Then you have to acknowledge this dogs power to hurt. The best course of defense in this scenario is become that awful dog and in even more fierce manner. And hope he doesn't force a convict able act ,as to where you have to face teams of even more nasty dogs.

To Whom this Concerns

I will not dignify, this indignity

blah blah blah

Hot duck on the roast

Yes I have a sense of humor

But I doubt that you have

Please close cover before striking

No, I don't really care.

I know I look funny dancing for the bullets,

But ,up your any ways

Maybe yes ,I have more crap on you

Good night, keep your attitude away from me

I hope to hell you don't find me entertaining

Cruel fix

A cruel heart to repel

A psychopathic plan for me to defy

A heavy handed favour to rebuff

A calculated convolution ,to bluff off

To be knighted ,to foolishly seek the lady

A lady that appears safe and warm

It would be folly to heed the call

So I'll throw the riding spell

The endz does not justify the means

Rip Rip  Harrah

As the time warp fabric of the pool table felt

Shreds the grid to play out

Why waste brain cells on such a grind of space

My finger tips are regaining feel

I'm not looking back

Imagine, being forced to author my execution

Relationalmaddog ,alias Psychotic Genius

Unconventional

I'm an unconventional dog,

in an unconventional war,

of unconventional means

The weaponry is aimed at our open minds,

Or is it the back door of our closed minds?

Never the less, it's so indefinable ,

its perfect stealth to our reasoning.

The Curse of the Well Wisher

Not really that deep

But a double edged pun,

.....well, it's not that interesting ,

but very deep to the bone

in pain and bad memory.

Like being invited to a warm party,

and really being marched of a cold wharf,

Play it again Sam .Both ways.

May be I'll get used to the

sadomasochistic ways

I guess it's better than dying in oblivion

Deepest darkest fears

They prevail the sleepless nights

This  insistent need of my youth

Leaving me wanting of kinder times

Remembering war, never experience

But fought in abstraction ,as if fallen,

and damned to fight over ,and over ,again

Wanting for carnal experience,

as if needed in desperate way

Being used as proxy to the real thing

Ego as mine is not wanted,

or tolerated

I damn the need as it damns me

Locked  in  close combat,

for control of self

Damning Implication

You don't fear me,

it's that the entity you fear,

fears me because I know damming things

of this persecutor of you

Demon injured

human insulted

pain to hide

from societies unfriendly glare

Murder by innuendo

is the order of the day

 like extortion

to prostitute the soul

like a forced march

I will never trust the dog master

for I am leashed as a unforgivable dog

this isolated incarceration has purpose

To keep me ill informed

of  human events

I'll never understand the silence

and don't trust those that are mute

Look me in the eye, and tell me if your implicit ,and please tell me what kind of trouble I'm in.

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