I was suffering from an abnormally long drought
in a land that was so arid that all tears had stopped flowing
as if they were trapped forever behind a dam
and were just floating in a reservoir of despair beyond all knowing

I was folded and then went forward around a corner
that was a flat dead-end and obviously went nowhere
only to burst into a new dimension
that seemed to appear out of thin air

until we reached the control room of the starship
frozen in the lake of tears because of a failed inter-dimensional jump
only to discover that it was counting down in a self destruct sequence
which exploded as I woke up in my bed this morning with a little bump


Girl of my dreams

I spent all late last night
with the girl of my dreams
It was so much more than I could hope for
But, I don’t know what it all means

It’s not like my stingy subconscious mind
To grant me one of my most secret wishes
So, of course, you can understand
Why I’m more than just a little bit suspicious

It’s a lot like winning the lottery
Although, it’s not really a big deal
It was only a dream after all
And sadly dreams are not real


black lives matter

‘black lives matter’
that almost goes without saying
and, of course, ‘all lives matter’
should be the mantra we are all praying

from each innocent fetus
just waiting to be born
to the perverted purveyors
of popular hardcore porn

from a young black man
shot without justification by the police
to the innocent youth caught in a drive-by
by criminal gangs running wild in the streets

from police ambushed without warning
while simply being on duty
to the one percent in their high castles
busy being all rich and snooty

yes, ‘black lives matter’
because all life is precious and fleeting
and all those that would take life without regard
are those that are the most worth defeating

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happiness is not a cold squirt gun

in 6th grade, I was a shy and awkward youth
that was smitten with the smartest girl in my class
she had a lovely smile and sandy blonde hair and freckles
and was without doubt a very cute little lass

all I knew to do was to taunt and tease
so, I would pull on her pretty hair
in an epic fail attempt to demonstrate
to the poor young girl that I cared

or I would knock over her pencil can
sending her pencils crashing onto the school floor
just to get a reaction and a moment of her attention
as if all is really fair, after all, in love and war

and one dark day at the school carnival
I shot her in the face with water from a squirt gun
so sadly, I don’t expect that she thinks very well of me today
or that the time she spent with me was very much fun

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somewhere in delusion land

sometimes, like tonight
she’s in a world I can’t see
while I’m caught like a rat in a trap
in this material four-dimensional reality

I can only hope that she is sometimes happy
living in a world that is all her own
because I wouldn’t like to think she’s alone
in an old black and white episode of the twilight zone

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it’s just another innocent boy
that will never experience sadness or joy

it’s just parts to be sold
by Doctors that are so terribly cold

apparently, there is no cost
so, don’t compare this loss to the holocaust

because, in the end it is all done by choice
except for those without a voice

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just a lucky roll of the dice


Dice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I suppose that it’s entirely possible and rational
that our existence comes down to just a lucky roll of the dice
but when I look at this unique and beautiful living planet
it sure makes me shake my head in wonder and think twice

it could be that we are just the most luckiest of sentient species
to be living here and now on this planet in all of space and time
but I wonder if the explanation for our amazing lucky streak
may be the result of something a little more, well dare I say, divine?

as we vainly search the stars and listen with all our technology
only, so far, to find nothing else alive anywhere we look out there
maybe we should all stop for a moment and be a little more thankful
and maybe, just maybe, we should all bow our heads and say a little prayer

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space to destroy

so, the mayor of Baltimore city ordered police to stand down
and provide plenty of space for those who wished to destroy
bringing us the sight of so many Baltimore buildings burning
which the anarchists and professional protesters appear to enjoy

how can these sad people be so very criminaly wrong
as to think that looting and rioting are any kind of a proper way
to protest and mourn the mysterious and tragic death
of one man while in police custody named Freddie Gray?

and there is celebration in the rush to judgement of six police officers
of committing murder and manslaughter for the fatal injury
as the same mayor of Baltimore city now says there will be justice
but doesn’t justice mean that we are all innocent until proven guilty?

I don’t think it’s a good time to be a cop or a citizen
in the crazy mixed-up liberal land of liberty and anarchy
whether or not we are talking about the burning of a CVS in Baltimore
or the ultimate fate these anarchists seem to wish for every other American city

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I love my car

photo by RK House

photo by RK House

when the head lamps guide me
and light my way safely at night
and when the jazz blue metallic flake paint
seems to glitter with life in the bright sunlight

as I admire the racy musical rumble
of that classic gasoline engine symphonic sound
and especially when I’m sitting alone in my car
just having fun simply driving around


2014 in review

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to a faraway land of love

English: Penrhyn Castle (National Trust): Bang...

Penrhyn Castle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

let me hold your hand
and take you to a faraway land
where everything is magical and grand

a place where no one ever has to die
and the people are always kind and never lie
where there is no more pain to make you cry

we’ll live on a castle on the top of a high shining hill
protected by a friendly flying dragon who goes by the name of Bill
overlooking a valley full of town folk filled only with goodwill

where there are jesters everywhere trying to make us smile and laugh
and peeking in the back yard, behind a tall tree, is a silly shy giraffe
in a land with no haters, no criminals and absolutely no riff raff

everything there is so shiny and so pretty and so clean
and the gentle people will all cheer and vote to make you their Queen
never in your wildest imagination, have you seen such a wonderful scene

at night on the ballroom floor, we will dance together forever, just you and I
writing our names in soft white clouds floating overhead across the dark blue sky
in a faraway land of love where goodness is the one thing in endless supply

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contact sport

English: Green eyes of a female

Green eyes of a female (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I saw her standing at the crowded Purdue football stadium
and for a brief moment lost in time our eyes met
as she smiled, it seemed to me that we were the only ones there
and that’s something that I can never forget

I saw her standing with a group of college girls
just waiting to go to class in a crowded hallway
as I passed by her close enough to enjoy her bouquet
and yet, she was so very, very far away

only now, after the passing of many long years
do I wonder if I saw her in a dream or if she was real
and if in the moment that our eyes made contact
she was somehow aware of how special that she made me feel

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not a big shebang or anythang

English: Syracuse postcard - 1913

Syracuse postcard – 1913 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I made friends with a cute girl
that I ran into last night in my dreams
I believe that she works at OSH or Sears
and has a long distance boyfriend in Atlanta, it seems

she tossed her dark hair and smiled at me
as if to flirt with this silly old man
as we talked about our shared love for sci fi
and discussed briefly the theory of the big bang

she asked if I still had the multi-band radio
that she sold me the last time we met
and I politely lied and said that I did
joking aloud that it’s waves hadn’t broken yet

I’ve seen her once or twice before in my dreams
and I really hope to talk to her someday again
but, just like most things in life, that is out of my control
so, I have no idea of the how or the why or the when

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mods and odds

Door Panel Mods (photo by RK House)

Door Panel Mods (photo by RK House)

there are performance mods
like adding a cold air intake
or porting a throttle body
upon which some fixate

then there are the exterior mods
like adding stripes or a spoiler
over which others obsess endlessly
and work hard like a real toiler

I myself have focused on interior mods
things that are small and easy to do
like some stainless steel trim plates
that I stuck on with some glue

I suppose you wonder what I’m talking about
and I can see how it must sound very odd
but there are those of us that love to tinker
and feel that our cars are a fun thing to mod

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