Archive for July, 2011

RE-Gaining the CENTS of BALANCE

July 26, 2011

It was written that ” UNITED we STAND“…
In order to stand one MUST have SOME sense of BALANCE, (Noun: An even distribution of weight enabling someone or something to remain upright and steady: “she lost her balance before falling”.
Verb: Keep or put (something) in a steady position so that it does not fall: “a mug that she balanced on her knee”. ) Remove ANY important factor of what that takes and any and ALL FALL DOWN.
From the definition that’s been presented don’t YOU THINK/ BELIEVE that with what blather we viewed on Monday night’s Peacock TV that any one of these college “edjamacated” folk could see their way to do WHAT’S BEST for those that want, need, and are ASKING FOR “it” !?!

Is this…

…what WE THE PEOPLE are going to look like in the MIRROR of what we tell the WORLD ?

Addendum:Instead of calling this an “up”-date.
It’s going on Three a.m. 08/02/2011. This date will go into the archives as the moment the Democratic party regained its “balance” by adopting a “FOUR-POINT” position. Doing so as if they were on their own personal “green-mile” and because of state “cut-backs” on spending that the inmates had to shower in ONE STALL. This is an atrocious event of LACKISLATION. And the President has just proven that the African-American RACE DOESN’T have the “equipment” that those of European heritage are so fearful of. I do hope that I can bring myself to vote this election… There’s NOH JUAN that can be trusted from this moment on.
Can YOU guess what room of the ‘WHITE HOUSE’ this is ?

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Wanted: A Tune and Title

July 19, 2011

Every once in a while I have the urge to write a song. In doing so I, more often than not, believe that I’ve concocted something that will garner a GOLDEN GRAMAPHONE for its genius and danceability. Thus I bring you this…

past pages have their genius
but, cannot stand our touch
the cross child called for changes
but, forgets to use the clutch

the next crew have no anchors
as the old guard fades unsung
(with) a current cast just waiting
for a broken iron lung

with best friend, three-card Monty
we’ve been Pavloved in this fun
self inflictions by the trillions
clear the chamber of the gun

how could we let it get this far
an Edsel for our shining star
how have we let it go this far
the greatness now is below par

It’s just the rubbing away of mental cramps that seem to be more intense these days. But, I thought that if someone might hear my groans that they’d be able to tell me a folk remedy that could help.
Is there a “doctor” in the house? All that’s required is the ability to transcribe your cadence of groove.


Someone asked “if the Russians loved their children too (?)”.st