Weakness for Women

I could handle my life just fine...if it didn't revolve around the opposite sex...

Right now

There is a heavy set, attractive, black female, and an older country white man in plaid and jeans making small talk in the back of an emptying bar.

Where does this lead? A real reporter would follow...

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The American Dream

     I have a Dream.  Not sure just how American it is though.  In fact I can't really get behind much this country, as a sovereign nation, has accomplished.  The details of my dissolution I will keep to myself in respect to your time.  Still that leaves me with a question.  How am I to accomplish my Dream, seeing that it in no way lines up with the one I am being sold daily.  It is the same one we are all being sold, slavery, painted to look like freedom, in the form of money!
     It is a tricky maze they have concocted, or to be more precise, perfected.  In fact, if anything, that is the American Dream.  A labyrinth of lies and deceit constructed over hundreds of years in order to propagate the pursuit of power.  Power, all of which we, the masses, produce yet never attain.  I can see clearly the mechanics, the elegant pattern stitched to produce such a pleasant back drop.  Even still, once you lift the curtain and sneak behind, that world too is just a meaningless replications of what we are taught to see.
     So, how do you escape?  Every exit but an entrance, leading right back to whence you came.  Money, the American Dream, a sham.  A rouse.
     When I was growing up my grandfather owned an autoparts store in Rose City.  He sold car parts from a building he leased with a business license he bought from a city he paid taxes to for every transaction he could hustle himself into making.  In this store, owned by someone other than my grandfather, who was most likely paying a bank priciple AND interest monthly for the right to claim that title, my grandfather had clued a quarter to the ground.  Customers, aiming to fix a car they most likely didn't ACTUALLY own, would walk into the store and see the quarter beckoning to them from it'ssecure location on the ground.  Who doesn't like easy money?  Who wouldn't bend down to scoop up a quarter, which thirty years ago may actually buy you a burger?  That was a meal just lying there,  defenslessly, waiting to be gobbled up.  Everybody gets hungry sometime.
     We are told to respect our elders and there is good reason for this.  The longer you play a game the better you get at it.  Harold, my grandfather, knew the rules.  They were what held him in place, like  glue would secure a quater to the floor. 
      America, you can keep your dream...and your quarters. 

Sunrise

I want to grow a tree
Strong and tall
Shelter
For the coming fall
Though soil to seed
Is hard to find
Free of filth
And man's grime
My life I give
To search this earth
To find a place
To rest my worth
Patience pending
I move along
Fleeting heart
Pretending strong
Though weak and weary
It's beat may be
The love it carries
Keeps me free

The Other Side

I recognize the healthy hue of neighboring pastures. The world, by in large, is a gorgeous place. Though non more so than that beneath my feet. For this is the only soil bearing my dominion. Therefor it has been under my care that the grass here has achieved it's sheen. Foul or fragrant, how could any other serve me better? Being that that too would come to it's health or hinderance by my hand. I long only to enrich a plot which is mine, rather than covet that which is not.

Fair Weather

I am now, and have been for over a decade, a Laker fan.  Through good or bad I have been behind my team.  The way they closed out this season, however, has left me just as appalled as everyone else.  The Mav's played with heart and determination and deserve this trip to the conference finals.  The Lakers, with a few exceptions, played like spoiled children.  Who, when they weren't just given a championship, threw a temper tantrum for the world to see.  And for which deserve an ass whipping, besides the one they got on the court. 
Time to break apart the machine, see what exactly is broken, rebuild, and get back in the race.  Let's go Lakers!!

Vultures

Never been overly aggressive, but I Will always play protector for The timid.