One More Before the Journey Home

Spring Bloom in the Colorado Desert

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Spring in Joshua Tree

I’m in the southern California desert on a break from my quotidian work to enjoy the bounty of the earth as provided. Long and lovely rains have fallen on this great state for the past few months. We are thankful.

Water brings and carries life. Huzzah!

Sunset sounds brim with myriad beautiful bleeping, buzzing, and blooing of birds and bugs of the desert. My Zoom H4 is in 120-degree, X-Y record mode. ~Me

Voices of Joshua Tree

Desert Bloom

A wizard exists in all of us. This wizard sees and knows everything. ~Deepak Chopra “The Way of the Wizard”

I have been listening to the vicissitudes of life since I was a wee one spending careful attention to things that fly. They make the most pleasing and curious sounds. They are plentiful here in the sonorous Spring of the southern California desert.

Nature Sings Desert Songs
I am in the midst of pure sonic joy. 
Cottonwood Beauty – Joshua Tree

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How Do We Make Him Go Away?

He is everywhere you don’t want him to be. He’s all around you in the air, behind your back, under your bed, in your closet, behind the curtains, on the tv set, on the computer, and on the rectangular spaceship in your hands. He’s like the creepy Uncle who stands too close at the holiday party, the co-worker who drops by your cubicle too often, your boss who asks you to work longer than what you’re paid for…

He also happens to be controlled by the leader of the not free world who is a stealthy former agent of the KGB. That man has figured out how to bump America off its #1 position on planet Earth by controlling its leader. The master marionette pulls of a doozy with the pusillanimous, pussy-grabbing puppet who pretends to be a bully. The carnival barker turned president pulls a white sheet over the entire nation and no one can seem to get rid of him. He metastasizes evil to the power of 10 leaving disasters in everything he touches. The rubicund, amoral, inhuman beast harkens from the depths of the River Styx pulling everyone and everything around him into the churning waters filled with betrayed corpses.

River Styx By Michael Dawson

Can anyone figure out a way to remove him immediately?

Many hope that the findings of Mueller will bring us an end to this tyranny, but it will be too late. We are already sucked into a national emergency of his own making and the border will not be the only one. Stay tuned for more horror show.

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The Disquisition of Donald

He’s here, there, and everywhere; just the way he wishes it to be. In his unfathomable mind, he reigns over the bounty of the most splendid nation on earth. If only that were still true. This nation, under God, divided by the willfully ignorant, continues to spiral into oblivion. As the liberal media rips every monosyllabic tweet from King Twitler whose sole aim is to titillate the totalitarian teetotalers, the indignant evangelicals swear him into the swath of Jesus’ robe.

Alas, slowly the Emperor’s New Clothes unravel before us. What? There were never any clothes to begin with? But, I thought Ivanka had all that covered? (Pardon the pun.) The masses can finally imagine him with his offspring in prison stripes. It’s coming. I’m off to buy some bubbly since the area I live in will have empty shelves of it once the full-scale of the myriad lawsuits commences. Not-My-President Misdeeds is about to fall in a grand way and I have been waiting for far too long, as have you.

Level up! Power up! It’s time for some popcorn!



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I Bear Too Much Heartache

My soul weeps daily, nightly.

My eyes burn from reading too much.

My mind melts as I question the hatred.

My fingertips numb from the tapping…

The ongoing burden of hate that I see and hear tears at my heart. I will not watch it live. If it happens before me, I will lash out with my stinging tongue to warn the hater:

He will not impose his ugly soul on my people.

I will stand up and defend my people.

We are the majority who love and care for all others. Those who do not succumb to love will be banished from the Queendom.


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Truth is a Pain

Truth is a pain

She bites and she burns

Leaving no stones left unturned

In my heart, mind, and soul

There lay no comfort for the one who stole

Something of importance from a friend to a friend

Details kept from me until I pushed to the end

The discovery burns deep as disappointment sets in

Thought I knew you better; that you would not commit such a sin

Taking from your brother and leading him on

How do you live with yourself from dusk until dawn?

So now I know and will never further recommend

This person I thought trustworthy and would always defend

Make good on this microphone and do the right thing

Perhaps again one day your praises I’ll sing

Let’s face it: you know a deal is a deal

Unless from a friend you don’t give a damn to steal


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The President of the United States is Killing Me (and it’s not softly)

I wake up to die another day. It’s been this way since well before the man who should not be there pushed his way through into the daily consciousness of all good beings who intend to make our world a better place for all. He was sent by the dark lord of the far north to rattle and hum his way through to the utter destruction of every fiber of goodness we have sown and grown since the 1960’s. The white men of pasty bovine faces with triple chins delight in his boorish, meaningless vocalizations that leave even George Orwell clutching at the dirt above his grave to wrestle himself from expiration to yell, “Not this one! He can’t even bother to know one word from the next nor in what order they fall. This is not NewSpeak but Nonsense!”

I find myself in moments of gaiety with friends as we find time to make plans, enjoy them, complete them, and then return home to the quiet place inside where the largest of emergency packs seem not to be nearly enough for the future. My earthquake kit has turned into my doomsday kit which seems ever more imminent than the “California Big One.” Yesterday, I purchased a crowbar to add to my collection of items for the change that include heavy-duty gloves, bits of food that lasts for years, bottles of water (while it’s still clean and obtainable via spigot), cable ties, plastic tarp, socks, boots, two hats, thick clothing, flashlight, batteries, a bottle of vodka (to trade a shot for a bit of chili or to clean a wound), and a game of dominoes. As of late, I have been pondering the purchase of a small handgun…

The President of the United States is killing me. This is not the me I have known and loved for the ego-related segment of my 55-years. This is not the superego I have carefully coiffed from my caring human who strives to make the best judgments for the good of all. This is not the me whose conscience weighs heavy these past couple years with thoughts that I must do more to help save our America from this evil intrusion that has spawned the agents of Nosferatu to rise up and erase all good from the planet,¬† sucking out every molecule of life from its core. That me shuffles through my quotidian work, placing one foot carefully in front of the other like a post-lobotomized Randle McMurphy in Kesey’s “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.”

Collectively, we are being lobotomized by a government that no longer operates on principles. Ours is now a government that lies on a minute-by-minute timeline – a circadian rhythm of lying. The GOP serves its innate greed by changing rules as it needs to succeed (Garland SCOTUS pick held hostage, enabling Chief Nosferatu, gerrymandering), and rigging a system so deep that they have tunneled all the way to Siberia to chain it to the other side.

Yes, I’m still going to bed and waking up at hours I’ve associated with wellness my entire life. Yes, I make way to the outdoors to breathe in the cool ocean air and move my body in an attempt to keep it fit. Yes, I communicate with others every day, but it feels like we all swirl about in slow motion among the aisles of choice in the supermarket in Stepford.

I shall continue to prepare my classes for the fall semester even though I wonder if there will be one…

evil spawn of satan evil spawn of satan


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