How did I get here?
Why are people like this?
I feel so very alone
am I the only person who is sane?
People of power are breaking the law
Instead of a logical pattern to ring out truth and justice
People pick their “side” and defend it endlessly
They are blinded by their fiercely illogical defense of “their side”
Neither side is seeing things truly clear
And I am a strange alien in this
I am alien because I have not chosen either of these sides
Truth is my choice, truth is my side
Sometimes the truth favors one side or another
But never does it favor any one side exclusively
I miss Edward R Murrow
I miss Walter Cronkite
Whatever happened to a fierce love of the truth?
People and news anchors alike
Used to love the truth
Were fiercely loyal to truth
Whether it agreed with their world view
Or not
Truth and Logic are my closest friends these days
But truth and logic are under attack
You cannot bend or form truth and logic
They do not care what side you are on
They are unbend-able, unbreakable
They will at times go directly against “your side”
But that is their power.
In a world that resembles a fun-house mirror more and more
Truth and Logic will always be straight as an arrow
I am an alien in my own land, and I love truth and logic
My sister
Only son of two loving parents until 1974
Then a wonderful thing, a little sister
Soon a little girl who thinks she's in charge
Angered by the belligerence of the oldest
The oldest makes it clear just how much
The little sister is in charge of no one
Then comes the newest child 5 years later
The sister now forces her dominance upon the new
Still barking orders to the oldest
The oldest never had interest in controlling anyone
40 years later she still barks orders
No one obeys, which angers her more
40 years of insanity snaps the oldest
He tells her off! How dare she bark orders!
The oldest was well within his rights
Little comfort does that bring
When his sweet sister speaks no more
Still angered by his never submitting
He now sits divided
She was always a brat
She was always taking what was not hers
But she was always his friend
And he misses her greatly
Being right is OK
Being lonely is soul crushing
She never had a right to bark orders
She never had any authority, nor should she
But she does have his heart
And always will
She finally opens back up
And this latest battle has left them both scarred
Why does this have to be so hard?
The oldest never lorded it over her
He also doesn’t deserve to be lorded over
Here we go again
Continue to infinitude, or death
Whichever comes first
Then a wonderful thing, a little sister
Soon a little girl who thinks she's in charge
Angered by the belligerence of the oldest
The oldest makes it clear just how much
The little sister is in charge of no one
Then comes the newest child 5 years later
The sister now forces her dominance upon the new
Still barking orders to the oldest
The oldest never had interest in controlling anyone
40 years later she still barks orders
No one obeys, which angers her more
40 years of insanity snaps the oldest
He tells her off! How dare she bark orders!
The oldest was well within his rights
Little comfort does that bring
When his sweet sister speaks no more
Still angered by his never submitting
He now sits divided
She was always a brat
She was always taking what was not hers
But she was always his friend
And he misses her greatly
Being right is OK
Being lonely is soul crushing
She never had a right to bark orders
She never had any authority, nor should she
But she does have his heart
And always will
She finally opens back up
And this latest battle has left them both scarred
Why does this have to be so hard?
The oldest never lorded it over her
He also doesn’t deserve to be lorded over
Here we go again
Continue to infinitude, or death
Whichever comes first
My addiction
It haunts me, it never leaves me alone.
Whether illegal or not, they control us.
So many times I said I would not let it control me any more.
So many times I realized I was deep into it again.
It surrounds me, engulfs me.
I can't escape it.
I see it on store shelves, in advertisement and it is so easy to get.
I wish it where illegal, I think it would be easier to turn away from.
Others use it without being controlled by it.
It occupies my dreams, and my sleeping thought.
I have to find the strength somewhere.
Part of me thinks it would be better to live by myself,
In a cave without contact from the outside world, I would have no option to sustain it.
Those who are not addicted to it tell me to stop, as if it where that easy.
Do they think I can just turn it off like a light switch?
I tell you that I would have to turn off the light, tear the switch off the wall.
Demolish the wall, destroy the power grid. I would have to destroy the power station.
And then when that old familiar itch came back, I would be motivated to rebuild it all.
Just to turn that light back on.
If you are battling it, I want to say I understand.
If you are battling it, don't do it alone.
You NEED reinforcements...
Whether illegal or not, they control us.
So many times I said I would not let it control me any more.
So many times I realized I was deep into it again.
It surrounds me, engulfs me.
I can't escape it.
I see it on store shelves, in advertisement and it is so easy to get.
I wish it where illegal, I think it would be easier to turn away from.
Others use it without being controlled by it.
It occupies my dreams, and my sleeping thought.
I have to find the strength somewhere.
Part of me thinks it would be better to live by myself,
In a cave without contact from the outside world, I would have no option to sustain it.
Those who are not addicted to it tell me to stop, as if it where that easy.
Do they think I can just turn it off like a light switch?
I tell you that I would have to turn off the light, tear the switch off the wall.
Demolish the wall, destroy the power grid. I would have to destroy the power station.
And then when that old familiar itch came back, I would be motivated to rebuild it all.
Just to turn that light back on.
If you are battling it, I want to say I understand.
If you are battling it, don't do it alone.
You NEED reinforcements...
Grateful for summer, memories and life
As I walk through the park, green grass
bubbling water
amber brown river
the birds singing their song
I love it!
I walk with my buddy Mojohowitz, my rat terrier.
He leaps and runs, stops and smells
He releases himself on a tree
He hunts in the taller grasses
Mojo brings me joy just watching him frolic, having fun
The kids playing, stop and give Mojo a pet, a belly rub, a scratch on the chin
They are eating chicken Mom made, and I am envious.
Sure the chicken looks delicious, but it's the memory they are making
The memory of time with Mom enjoying nature.
I want the memory much more than the chicken.
I need it!
This beautiful day, blue skies, warm sun on my back
cool breeze provided by the Prairie river.
Maybe it's because I live in Wisconsin, the winter is so harsh
Every nice summer day is like a rare jewel.
The snapping turtles seem to not know what to do
Should they bask in the warm sun, or take a cool swim
The geese say come swim, it's divine.
The animals teach us
I see litter, a potato chip bag stuck on a branch in the river
a soda bottle floating downstream...
I know the turtles and the geese didn't put it there.
Can't blame the squirrels or the singing birds.
Man, supposedly superior in thinking ability..
I think the ducks, geese, turtles, birds..
They know much more than I do in many ways.
I think about God.
He has given us so much.
Don't need color vision to live,
to see the brilliant green grass, the blue bauble that is the sky
Don't need hearing to live,
But what would a summer day be without the songs of the chickadee, the robin, the oriole?
The tune the mother is humming, so beautiful and slow... did she make it up?
I can't place it.
Don't need taste to live, as long as it is nutritious I would survive...
but that chicken is looking better and better all the time, along with the green beans, carrots and sliced fried potatoes...
I wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth.
Don't need touch to live, but that cool breeze feels wonderful, those warm sun rays on my back..
The cool river on my hot feet is a treat.
I hear an old woman complain about the sun in her eyes..
I don't think I could muster a complaint if my life depended on it.
As I walk my Mojohowitz home, he smells every tree, jumps and plays
He knows we are leaving this place, and wants to squeeze all the park fun in he can.
He puts a smile on my face.
Home, Mojo crashes on his bed. I give him fresh water and a treat, but he is tuckered out from all the play, as am I.
As he nods off, I assure him we will return to that blessed place, Stange Park, in Merrill Wisconsin.
Come visit it on a warm summer day, and you won't be sorry.
I am hungry thanks to the chicken.
After eating a turkey sandwich, it's time for a afternoon nap with my buddy.
Good day to all of you!
-Denny
bubbling water
amber brown river
the birds singing their song
I love it!
I walk with my buddy Mojohowitz, my rat terrier.
He leaps and runs, stops and smells
He releases himself on a tree
He hunts in the taller grasses
Mojo brings me joy just watching him frolic, having fun
The kids playing, stop and give Mojo a pet, a belly rub, a scratch on the chin
They are eating chicken Mom made, and I am envious.
Sure the chicken looks delicious, but it's the memory they are making
The memory of time with Mom enjoying nature.
I want the memory much more than the chicken.
I need it!
This beautiful day, blue skies, warm sun on my back
cool breeze provided by the Prairie river.
Maybe it's because I live in Wisconsin, the winter is so harsh
Every nice summer day is like a rare jewel.
The snapping turtles seem to not know what to do
Should they bask in the warm sun, or take a cool swim
The geese say come swim, it's divine.
The animals teach us
I see litter, a potato chip bag stuck on a branch in the river
a soda bottle floating downstream...
I know the turtles and the geese didn't put it there.
Can't blame the squirrels or the singing birds.
Man, supposedly superior in thinking ability..
I think the ducks, geese, turtles, birds..
They know much more than I do in many ways.
I think about God.
He has given us so much.
Don't need color vision to live,
to see the brilliant green grass, the blue bauble that is the sky
Don't need hearing to live,
But what would a summer day be without the songs of the chickadee, the robin, the oriole?
The tune the mother is humming, so beautiful and slow... did she make it up?
I can't place it.
Don't need taste to live, as long as it is nutritious I would survive...
but that chicken is looking better and better all the time, along with the green beans, carrots and sliced fried potatoes...
I wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth.
Don't need touch to live, but that cool breeze feels wonderful, those warm sun rays on my back..
The cool river on my hot feet is a treat.
I hear an old woman complain about the sun in her eyes..
I don't think I could muster a complaint if my life depended on it.
As I walk my Mojohowitz home, he smells every tree, jumps and plays
He knows we are leaving this place, and wants to squeeze all the park fun in he can.
He puts a smile on my face.
Home, Mojo crashes on his bed. I give him fresh water and a treat, but he is tuckered out from all the play, as am I.
As he nods off, I assure him we will return to that blessed place, Stange Park, in Merrill Wisconsin.
Come visit it on a warm summer day, and you won't be sorry.
I am hungry thanks to the chicken.
After eating a turkey sandwich, it's time for a afternoon nap with my buddy.
Good day to all of you!
-Denny
Any woman that would have me...
Over the age of forty
And still a kid
I think about any woman that would have me...
She would have to add one more to her current count of children
I am bullheaded
Stubborn
I am cantankerous
I will do it my way, or I will not do it!
If she demanded anything from me she would find out
how quickly her demands were not met
I barely accept requests
If she asked nicely, maybe
I am lazy, and have no problem letting dishes pile up
My dirty clothes resemble a home made rug
It seems men have a singular focus, and don't want to be bothered with anything else
Women seem to be multi-taskers, this I will never understand
It seems men are fixers, and listen about as well as I clean
Women seem to listen, and then listen some more...
Maybe my own lazy stubborn cantankerous mind sees this in shades not true.
Or maybe I am glad I have a dog instead.
Please forgive my honesty.
And still a kid
I think about any woman that would have me...
She would have to add one more to her current count of children
I am bullheaded
Stubborn
I am cantankerous
I will do it my way, or I will not do it!
If she demanded anything from me she would find out
how quickly her demands were not met
I barely accept requests
If she asked nicely, maybe
I am lazy, and have no problem letting dishes pile up
My dirty clothes resemble a home made rug
It seems men have a singular focus, and don't want to be bothered with anything else
Women seem to be multi-taskers, this I will never understand
It seems men are fixers, and listen about as well as I clean
Women seem to listen, and then listen some more...
Maybe my own lazy stubborn cantankerous mind sees this in shades not true.
Or maybe I am glad I have a dog instead.
Please forgive my honesty.
You cannot change me
Time can change me, but it takes a lot of time
Things I cannot control can change me, but they have to be drastic
Why do I need to change?
Why are you not satisfied with who I am?
I like who I am..
Don't you?
You want a relationship with me,
But you really want someone else, not me.
I am not a malleable lump of clay that needs to be formed.
I am already in the form intended.
I don't try to change you..
I will not become what you want,
I refuse to be fake!
I refuse to be something I am not!
Things I cannot control can change me, but they have to be drastic
Why do I need to change?
Why are you not satisfied with who I am?
I like who I am..
Don't you?
You want a relationship with me,
But you really want someone else, not me.
I am not a malleable lump of clay that needs to be formed.
I am already in the form intended.
I don't try to change you..
I will not become what you want,
I refuse to be fake!
I refuse to be something I am not!
My best pal, Mojohowitz
My best pal, Mojohowitz
It was the month of January when
A sweet dog lost his life
A car “accident” that was all to intentional
Out of my grief, my father decided I needed a new pal
I was not ready for a new friend
I needed time to mourn
At first this little puppy thrust upon me
made me mad, and made me scorn
I quickly learned the joys of having
a sweet boy who was so obedient
A rat terrier, energy, excitement
he loved to play, but also loves to cuddle
What to name him, what to call him?
A strange name from an old cop show..
It kept coming to mind.
Mojohowitz, wasn't that the guy
That worked for Cap'n Barney Miller?
No, but at the time the old memory seemed right
and the unique name stuck to a wonderful dog
Mojohowitz is ten now
still playful, still loving, still the best
The best dog I have ever had
It's probably my bias
But I am a true believer
Rat Terriers are the best
Thanks for being my friend, Mojohowitz!
It was the month of January when
A sweet dog lost his life
A car “accident” that was all to intentional
Out of my grief, my father decided I needed a new pal
I was not ready for a new friend
I needed time to mourn
At first this little puppy thrust upon me
made me mad, and made me scorn
I quickly learned the joys of having
a sweet boy who was so obedient
A rat terrier, energy, excitement
he loved to play, but also loves to cuddle
What to name him, what to call him?
A strange name from an old cop show..
It kept coming to mind.
Mojohowitz, wasn't that the guy
That worked for Cap'n Barney Miller?
No, but at the time the old memory seemed right
and the unique name stuck to a wonderful dog
Mojohowitz is ten now
still playful, still loving, still the best
The best dog I have ever had
It's probably my bias
But I am a true believer
Rat Terriers are the best
Thanks for being my friend, Mojohowitz!
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