Saturday, May 12, 2018

Green Hornet


GREEN HORNET

   Green Hornet, Buck Rogers minus Tweekie, the Shadow--u can listen 2 the archaic radio here and there--thanx Bubba Cheese. 
   Brother took me to see Baldwin's THE SHADOW, and I gobbled up a Big Mac, appreciating the secrets of secret sauce, and going heavy on the pepper.  Haven't seen a flick in years, but the new Chewbacca movie looks like a Lucas original. 
   I like rocks.  Not 70's pop-rocks mind ya, yet the Earth's minerals and Her treasures.  God builds a good planet.  God is good.  His Son said it first. 

Friday, May 11, 2018

Bertha

  
   BERTHA

   Recall Sheen in PLATOON writing to his Grandma.  Grandma's can luv ya more than mothers, because they know their daughters aren't always that bright and tend to marry freaky dudes.  In my hound dog opinion, a mere chien at times mind ya, I always trusted Big Bertha (Grandma)  more than Mom, cause that mean German didn't take shit, yet her heart of pure platinum drove her to feed the hobos and give them coffee.  It's okay to show the Eastwood wolf stare, and yet help out a sane bum down on his luck.  This is Bertha's way.  She always had her door open to love,  and Jesus never had to shake his spirited sandals off out front when exiting, as He instructed us to do.  He was a man of peace like Solomon, but fearing God means loving your own Temple too.  I didn't invent these things, so blame the Author of Life if you're crazy.  His name is Jesus.  And He's pretty much eternal, so the Book goes. 

Thursday, May 3, 2018

End Times?

                       

   "End Times?"

   Good for Kanye.  Never even heard a song of his.  I've been doing the true family thing for seven years.  A Divine Seven that stand before the Throne of Him.  Not enough B-Vitamins?  Possibly just hallucinations.  Hell, Don Meredith never ingested a B-Vitamin.  Will it be a fight?  Mites, infestation, lack of historical knowledge.  We perish for lack of knowlegede--Old Testament, fruitcake Prophet.  Maybe Ezekiel on the River Chebar during his 30th birthday, and the disc with windows anchors down--was he smoking California synthetic?  Governor Brown's stash?  In 1992 I voted for Bush.  Hell, I'd been drinking his beer for years.  During the debate Clinton looked like he was gonna punch out Mr. California when a word was said about the Hog Governor's wife.  I swear I witnessed it, and Ross the Boss, crazy Texan, yet a patriot, and his elf-like genes are not connected to the Attorney General's gnome abuse of Liberty.   WTF comes from Alabama but a hatred of Neil Young?  That band got their name from the freaking gym coach.  How the hell can I be making this shit up?                                                   Oh well, stay tough rap genius.  They will test you.  And not all choose sides, or align to push back the inevitable.  If you call the Hebrews crazy--well, you're calling all the Abrahamic Religions crazy.   What are you going to do if the majority of people on Earth are correct?  Does it not all come from Abraham?  You'd better hope not.             Baseball is calming us down, just the frequency of old school.  Yeah, in no time was there ever peace--look at the Passion Kennedy endured.   What a great family.  They stood and died mortal deaths on their own, now living forever within American history.   Jack didn't take any crap.  Scrappy and stubborn Irish,  I guess so.  

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Fire and Ice

   
   
   "Fire and Ice"
   
   The microcosmic world alludes to nasty; on the contrary, injest the salubrious truth of the High King; specifically, axiomatic energy.
   Jesus with:  "The Kingdom of Heaven is within you."
   A philospher might point:  "We are all Universes within the Multiverse."  Or maybe not.
   You are with me sister and sisters.  I see Him, strutting singularly through the underground, a grin of truth on His face--so golden.
   He knows that war should not brew where rebels can save.  Arm the rebels over yonder.  Save your energy for the Big time--and you be big, or camouflage it.
   Get hot.  Stay cold.  I always knew the Human Torch and Iceman were best friends--in a way.  Mr. Miyagi:  "Wax on; wax off."  Called him Daniel Son.  Daniel means:  "God is my judge."  No other!
   Always liked the Karate Kid.  Who knew Arnold from HAPPY DAYS fame was such a hero?  

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Petite Soeur--je vous merci

   
   "Petite Soeur--je vous merci"
    
   Thanks for the heart; moreover, you look plenty like my Mom.  I know we're related.  Plenty give me that startled look.  I never gave that look to anybody but you--just thought you were a plain, little soul.  Hey, I'm listening.  You were at the front of the class.  I was at the back.  There's the lowly man loving torture, it making him stronger.  Not a sadist, mind ya.  I did the Star Wars personality test.  I'm Chewbacca.  Always knew I was just a dog--more or less.  Hey, they're loyal if not kicked or fed poison, which really pisses their Mother off.  Love ya Mom.
   Anyway, thanks for the help.  Hey, I've been kicked plenty--can you blame me for holding my fists up?  Even angels argue.  Michael is not like Gabriel, and nobody wants to mess with Uriel.  Be nice to him.  I could use my family.  I hope for my family.  Nobody ever told me.  Get in touch.
   A family member, damn Democrat, ya know--told me Trump would be nothing without his father's money.  Good for Trump's Dad for loving his son.  Told him:  "Don/Donald--you gotta be a killer."  Allegorically mind you.  
   Did David's wife not demand as the King froze to death that he pass the Crown to Solomon?  What, was he supposed to give it to a greedy schmo?  Parents have intentions for their children, never to be manipulated by the polluters.  I was the only one in my phony family that had the physiology to save my Mother's life.  To take her away from fear.  To chant:  "Joan of Arc!"  To remind her of Samson in the Talmud, setting the foxes' tails on fire and scattering them.  The Nazarene.  From the North like Jesus.  He had no Tribe.  Like John S. Mosby did in the civil War, Samson fought the Philistines in a renegade fashion.  It's not in the Bible.  Maybe Rome didn't want its people to know the whole truth.  Maybe they did.  It takes all kinds.
   And about Russia.  Nobody mentions why Putin puts up defenses.  Napoleon made the Russians burn down their own cities.  And the Germans slaughtered near 30 million during the War, yet nobody mentions that.  The Democrats put missiles all around their perimeter.  Nobody mentions that.  Good for them for protecting their people.  Good for Benji for standing up and mentioning the terrorism.  Should these people just lay down and die?  
   But Mark never went to school?  Why--they weren't teaching the good shit.  I didn't want to read Conrad--thirsted for the best.  James Joyce himself.  Proust.  Voltaire.  Blake.  All Russian literature.  Twain.  London.  Pynchon.  The fakes buy Pynchon's books, yet never read them.  How does that guy get a pay check?  Good for him.  And why tell me of Descartes when I sought Spinoza?  Why shove silly vampires in my face or slow motion zombies when I like werewolves?  The nice ones.  I'm talking art and history.
   Don't steal a man's soul and forge it into your personal brainwash, or he just might soulwash you.  Never can tell.  Love Jack Burton.  Carpenter and Lucas know things.  The wisest men in Hollywood.  And yet, nobody listens.  
   God Bless ya.  And sin no more.  Ya, I take my own advice too, when I'm not getting my ass kicked all day and night.  I'm still here sister.  This old man knows his place, mind ya.  And back-up would reap you eternal loyalty.  But I'm not carrying your water.  You know what I mean.  

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Sherman, Code, Le Saint-Esprit

      "Sherman, Code, Le Saint-Esprit"
   What was he supposed to do when the whole country was falling apart?  Men were in shackles.  Does Freedom not sometimes come with fire?
   And in the South-East, you.  Passion and Air.  Ivory.  Never noticed it on myself.  I just want to be home watching Magnum.
   You trust who you have to.  I thought every one was great.  Then, not so much.  Mother told me to get along, yet we all know how obedience to filth served her.
   Negasonic-electric-violet, sister.  Anytime.
   La Saint-Esprit, not Le, for you were feminine--near aqualine, but more Eagle-like.  They told me not to think about it.  Like SpongeBob, gotta always be ready, and I was born ready, like a cabbage, yet it is never over, never.
   You/Burgundy.  Honorbale War is a Just War.  Don't go all Sherman, unless you're Bowie and Crockett getting overwhelmed at the Alamo.  Hell, Bowie fought from his bed, like David prayed from.
   It will be weird and borders have been drawn--I suggest and ask you erase them, for two, or even three is better than one.  And you know--if someone scratches my back, I give my all.
   I miss hard-boiled eggs, turmeric root, thyme, sea salt, pepper, mustard--all gelled together for breakfast.  Mother ate it every morning, and chugged a chocolate shake afterwards from a copper glass.  She is still inside me--you guys be too.  Never can tell.  Don't forget the truck drivers. Communicate.  I'm here. 
   "Man lives not on bread alone, but on EVERY word breathed from the mouth of God." 




 





Sunday, April 22, 2018

Watchers watching you




   "Watchers watching you"

   Gnomes sent to do gnome shit, minus the Santa beard, as platinum as perfect.  Their octaves weak and not in super-symmetrical sync with absolute truth.  Flat on bed--they torture; thus, they will be tortured ten times as much, even blotted out.  Always loved liquid paper.
   The seed spits, brothers in a vacuum, sucked vortex-ways in a cranium crunch.  It goes crunch, and Nestle does not manufacture it, or maybe.  They fear the White Russian--their fear forges the Dude, and no--he doesn't need a weasel in the bath water; however, Shakespeare, or better yet, Francis Bacon loved tragedy giving a womb's wondrous birth to a bard's shining star comedy, always in a glowing gel with tranquil sublimity.
   No balm.  Raphael always carries balm born in the heavens.  No communication.  Still, some are spoken to beyond the visible.  Some have been programmed before even their immortal candle was lit by the One, True God.
   Remember the ancient text concerning David, when he was tricked into counting his men, having no need to do so.  And it voices:  "God was offended."