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I like it when people talk to me

One of the best things is when I’m on the job and one of the guys starts joking with me about his wife or whatever. We’re shaping a window or sanding and he starts shooting the crap and then we start talking about REAL THINGS.

I wouldn’t say it at work and you know why. I can say it here. I also enjoy when I do something wrong (Well not DOING something wrong!) and one of ’em points in out in a good way. NOT in front of everybody. So I’m posting a poem here and if YOU WOULD LIKE TO I am allowing you to post a comment in the comment section and tell me what you think, or improvements. I will listen!

The BIBLE says “Have patience God, isn’t finished yet.” Philippians 1.6
I think it is a good thing to think about and let them say in school and maybe that would start making our country better again. That’s a different topic altogether. Have a Good Day! The poem is below.

(This is an experiment. A poem about talking to someone and inner reflection. Trying something new.)

 

A Filthy Day

Oh God.

Another day.

Why?

Why do we have to do this crap?

Why do I look out the window and see my neighbor’s dirty, filthy siding

that has not been washed in years
and how does he live there?

Who lives like that?
Why can’t he just wash it?

I know I’m supposed to love everyone and it gets more and more difficult when I have to look at this ridiculous man’s dirty siding.

It used to be a yellowish beige,

but now the rain-drenched and mud-streaked vinyl

warps and cause my ire: early. Early in the morning.

I take my coffee
black!

Out to the porch and I see this catastrophe and wonder why you don’t

consider a fiber cement trim, or some sort of composite.

IT resists ROTTING

WARPING

CRACKING

and pests.

 

Who are you?

Do you own a circular saw?

I never see you in your yard.

Sometimes late at night I hear your truck pull up

(It is very late)

and you move in real fast.

When I look out the window to catch you and figure it out

I can see you duck your head to the left, always wear BLACK and big jackets

but never with someone.

 

You go in real fast.

It’s weird to me and I think about the siding again.

It is one of the worst things I’ve seen in my life.

You can find siding: wood panel, stone veneer… There is freedom of choice.

Pine, plywood, insulated, shake and shingle. Many options.

 

In 1937, Frank Hoass began experimenting with steel siding in imitation of wood boards.

He made houses great for the blue collar Americans in the city.

After the war, his business took off.

He fixed the rust problem by adding,

not subtracting,

a locking joint that joined with a flange on each panel

A WATERTIGHT HORIZONTAL SEAM.

You should be grateful.

You don’t even try.

 

If it were not for him, your house would be a big ball of rust,

corroted and disintegrating

like our souls. (Without God)

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You guys don’t know whit about Collateral Beauty (The movie is GREAT.)

WELL well well…

just as I thought.

This movie was fucking awesome. I can’t believe that I almost didn’t go to see it. I started to read all of the movie reviews and second-guessed myself, which I don’t usually do. I kept reading about how awful it was from every angle and specific and it definitely made my Spidey-sense go up.

I mean, come on. You think Will Smith and EdwardfuckingNorton and all those other good good actors would just sign-on to some wackadoodle bullshit?  No.  No, they wouldn’t.

And in my last post I was writing so quick (so I wouldn’t miss the beginning) that I forgot to even mention Edward Norton is in it, who just gets points because he is so chill.

Celebrities On The Set Of 'Collateral Beauty' In NYC

 

 

But before I get too bromance about it, let’s all have a hand for the hot, hot,

still hot Kera hotKnightly. I think I can still say hot.

 

 

(She’s really hot.)

 

 

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Ok, enough curse words because just in case someone who in the future would like to date me again and reads through my blog website, they don’t get the idea I am not a good honest guy, because I am. So, back to the spidey-sense, I went to go and see the movie anyway and it made me think. If you look past some of the mental flairs you would see that this movie is way deeper than what they were really talking about.

It was weird, right off the bat, I got the sense in my mind that all the members of the board were just like mirrors of different parts of my own personality, reflected back at me. They were trying to kick my outer ME out of the business, the one wearing the public mask and pulling it all together. OR, they were trying to pull me in with them. So it was good to look past the simple plot into what it means for the whole human being.

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WEll, I won’t tell the movie so I won’t give the plot (even though a bunch of critics decided to try to undermine the movie and do that already, what assholes).

It doesn’t make sense how the critics would discourage people in the world to see this good movie, sure, some parts were absurd, but absurd in the way chopping down a tree and dragging it into your living room, abusing and humiliating it, and then dumping it on the corner or city dump when you’re through with your fun is absurd.

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That makes me think. It made me, toward the end, when listening to Kera Knightly talk about love, it made me decide to delete my Tinder account.

I re-signed up recently because EVERYONE is on it, but it still just doesn’t think real. I get so many matches from swipes but nobody talks to me. Kera made me think of what it would feel like to have a real connection again, and now I have hope that there is someone, somewhere out there who would not throw me in the city dump, or the corner.

Maybe that’s not true, but thank you Fresh Prince for rekindling the good parts I have left in me.

 

 

I’m trying to write political poetry

Hello again.  I have been writing in response to the political arena and I was thinking I was not up to the challenge, because I’ve read some really good ones.  My friend, who is a middle school teacher and wonderful cook 😉 encouraged me to write from the heart.  She said that it is what she tells her students every time they get nervous.  She is a wonderful lady and I would love a chance in the sack but since I know she is dating for a very long time (I know the guy, he works at the shop) I will not pursue a dedicated relationship.  I believe that we all should live a morally upright (or at least try to) type of life.  I know this is one of my great qualities to offer my wife-to-be one day.  Here is my poem.

I am still working on the title, it seems dull.  Thank you for reading and have a nice night.

 

I am tired.

I am tired of the whiners
telling each other and
crying
into stale and flatter beers:
“Oh the world is in shambles, and what are we to do?”

Why don’t you go home and watch another reality show
or paint your dog’s toenails
red, white, and blue.
The morgue is waiting for you
and they have all the latest fashions
high-end Macy’s style rouge
for your fat, sugary cheeks
and dimpled ass bottoms
from the ding dongs you ate when you were trying to stuff all the emotions
from yesterday
into tomorrow.

Sorry about this poem
I know it’s a little mean,
but sometimes when I see you
waddling down the street
I want to run up to you screeching
and tearing at your hair
punching you repeatedly
until you beg for mercy and whimper why why why
why did you do this
and I’ll wheeze
why did we do this
together

 

 

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