The Message Column

Some say that Donald Trump won

in a landslide.

time will tell

November to Remember

Thankful for many things

Lurkers in the yard? with a packet sniffer? in the bushes? by the garden hammack? in the rain?

I don't write so much poetry as much lately so . . .

how does one whistle

Something about a noon presser about
voter-count cookery?


10:57 AM
November 19, 2020

  🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 
    🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 
  

a running headline:
blah blah BLAH blah

Still Trump wins bigly!

don't you need to be
done with that.

WAKE UP!


WAKE Up

Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord
for his unfailing love!

Jambience

Praise the Lord!

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.

And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards a distant galaxy of light.

  Spaceship
   Snowman
Will Return!


expand your
spaceship
snowman




Angels fly
where they need to fly
on high!

  unclog your ears
  what is done is done
  unclog your ears

outside of time
where none of this is even real
he pauses for a while
but since there is no time
no one ever knew how long it was.

  

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  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord!
  for    because    
 Easter  He's so awesome! 
  welcome to The Message Column!

      🖐♥♥Love♥♥🖑
      ♥♥🖑Cops🖐♥♥

      

Is it obvious parody or News or both?

 

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♥♥🖑Cops🖐♥♥

      

Vote Once
One Vote
here is a fresh link, a new path to some older content:
   

 
 inside an unexpected forest
 he didn't want to remain lost forever
 maybe he needed to wait for all the leaves
 to drop right off of them
 and then he'd see the moonglow, starglow
 through the trees,
 a forever of eternity.
 
 jambience
 
 

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Hello, it's October and the willful in Washington are being willful, in Washington. Trump is who he is, and 'they' have been out to get him from the start. There is nothing that can be done to convince them aside from just voiting them out but that doesn't work either in some states on account of . . . (on account of what?)

Their success in this matter would be their failure to be for real. Fully owned subsidieries of global-evil-co don't neccessarily think and act and do for themselves, but do what they get told to do.

Oct 4, 2019


Tell us
how
you really feel

a running headline:

Still Trump wins bigly!

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

sometimes you just need to remove kruft.

I often say things that, upon reflection, I say 'how did that person draw this out of me?

As if I'm channeling a character. for a story. But you know what, that means that I won't use that for a story. And the real stuff that people say has gotta be worse.

It's not a noose, it's an interpretation of a situation and a call for someone to disagree, but they won't so they draw out more.

It's like cleaning out an old garage. Really doesn't matter anymore what it all is, it all has to be hauled out and despidered. Most of it will need to be cleaned and either sold to a low bid guy, or just bring it to the metal recylcing, or maybe the plastics, or just have someone come and take it all away. Memorialbelia? who cares anymore

And when soemone has that kind of a point of view that is when treasure is found. (but by someone else?)

Basica point: I describe a situation that I don't even follow through with myself. I let my garage be full with all of those past mistakes, and some good choices too.

Some people never try to set in roots. They understand that this modern age will only shed grief upon the whoreder, they will call you.

And so they never have a place that when they are finally gone from this life that place is filled up with all their crap. No, instead, the world bleeds them of all of that, and brings it all to the donation place, or the trash heep, all at once. A boon to no one who needs it or anyone who wants it or whatver. And a whole nother generation of people who horde stuff in the far off place of mind, as if it will have value later. and those who jsut toss it all aside, like a bad clam dinner that no one would ever even think of reheating . . . they seem to get all the rewards of life. Always broke and fat, it doesn't matter. They get happy eatting their fat as they grow thin again, the rascle returns, the one veryone loves and loves them then, they go back to that glass factory for one more round of cray-cray way by the hey.

And then they call you back, after a long long time. A bad divorce? you lost it all again. What is little baby supposed ta dew?

but that is no one, that has
not hapened to anyone
you made it up.

thankfully true.

We move along. We keep doing for ourselves. We survive. We don't let the world define who and what we are, or how we feel, or what any of this really means.

And if they have bad humor, and will not forgive they will hate you then.

but at least in that
story they leave you 
alone after all of that

They dont' always leave you alone. It seems they still sometimes want to connect to try to draw that cray cray narrative out one more time. And you have to explain that, no, sorry, this is a bit. You caught me while I was writing a character, that's not me. I am using tht as a dialog in a paly that I'm having my character write inside of his narrative, he's writing his own play about a guy writing a play.

It's like he feeds on it, I get bothered that he lets me go on with it.

I speak
but there is no one there.
I know that there is no one there.
I'm not really talking to myself
but I know that I'm not talking to anybody else.

  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.