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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Dream Jazz Dream

Softly played life on madly played melodies.
Noises blend with silence between beats.
Rhythm tickling vibrations of love.
Trumpets soften the heart that blares.
Piano typing the meaning of life.
The sax calls out from behind the light.
Blend together to play the moment.
Just let it dance.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016


Intentions betrayal or love.
Lust follows invoking both.
Love faded and found.
Neither left.
Suffering surfacing.
One last gasp of air.


Tuesday, March 15, 2016


What's...the knife?!

The blade!
The handle.
The wound!

Chopped vegetables.
Butchered meat!

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Caged Free Eggs

What is the big fucking deal with cage free eggs? Why is everybody so concerned with the happiness of the chicken? The chicken is a stupid fucking bird. Do you really think it is walking around the hen house saying, “Man ladies you are really encroaching on my personnel space this is some bullshit.”

In reality the caged chicken is happy as shit. It’s sitting on that roost thing no predators, no one’s fucking with me, shit I’ll just stay here. Give me some more fucking bird feed fattin’ me up, I like it!!!

I don’t have time in my day to worry about the plight of the fucking chicken. The motherfucker in the cage is happy anyway. So shut the fuck up with your moral superiority because I could give a fuck that you pay 50 cents more than me for your dozen at the grocery store.

This is a joke.  Some of you are wound too tightly to laugh at this and are going to come down on me.  I get it but understand you're annoying.  You're not going to win anyone over by being annoying.  Try this, "Hey these taste better let me buy you a dozen."

Saturday, January 16, 2016


Feet placed one in front of the other.
The furious pace kept under wobbly legs.
Lights flicker red and blue with howling sounds.
All blurred by my beating heart.

Gravel crushed against pavement.
A corner turned unexpectedly.
Links of metal clink musically.
The hunt ends the beat fades.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Nadiya is Here

When you were born I thought I would cry and it would be a beautiful moment.  Instead I almost shit myself.  I was absolute chaos.  Momma looked beat up and you were blue gray with your head looking like you'd been beaten with a sack of hammers.  I was terrified and only wanted to tell know that you and Jenny were okay.

Instead the doctor grabbed my attention to cut the umbilical cord and the chaos continued.  You were stripped from your mother.  We won't even talked about what was going on with your mother and nurses seemed like they were clashing into each other.  In hind sight it was all well orchestrated but in the moment I felt like I was gonna be hit by a freight train.

The nurses took you to a table tested your vitals and then gave me an Apgar score.  You got an 8.9.  I didn't expect a score that high and didn't expect a number to be the relieve my anxiety.  By the way a good bit of research for father's who are expecting.  I knew babies above an eight are considered good to go.

Mom was happy but I had seen the miracle and stress of what she had just been through.  So my focus and admiration turned towards her.   For the next few hours a rush of family and friends plowed through the birth suite.  You were quiet and polite the entire time we had visitors. 

Once, the nurses, family and friends all cleared out.  The stress was over, it was time to sleep.  You started with a fuss that quickly turned to a cry but it wasn't enough to wake your mother.  I had no clue what to do but without hesitation I picked you up.  I turned you to your side and everything I did seemed to settle you.  For the first time I looked at you clear of thought.  I looked into your eyes and in that moment I fell deeply in love with you.  You will understand one day but loving you was like feeling my life had just begun.  It seemed like I had never spent a moment without you in my life.

You soon fell back to sleep but I didn't set you down.  I simply couldn't let go of you every moment since has been so valuable.  Eventually morning came along with new visitors and return visits of our family and those were the first moments of our life.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Nadiya's Song

(To the tune of Frere Jacques)

I am baby.
You are daddy.

Lay me down to rest.
Lay me on your chest.

I'm gonna get some sleep now.
I'm gonna get some sleep now.

Catching Z's.
Catching Z''s

I am baby.
You are daddy.

Lay me down to rest.
Lay me on your chest.

I'm gonna get some sleep now.
I'm gonna get some sleep now.

Catching Z's.
Catching Z''s

I don't really know any lullabies but I can recall the tunes so this is what I've been singing to my little girl at night.