I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Wrinkly woman
Staring strait back at me
Her eyes have bags
She hasent slept in weeks
Her hair all white
White as snow
Her eyes wide like a child's first hope
She looks at me
Puts her and on the mirror
"Dadda?" She asks
" no I'm not your father"
"Dadda?"
" I don't know where he is.."
"Dadda?!" She starts to freak out
" I'm not your father!"
"Dadda!!"
"I DONT KNOW WHERE HE IS! I DONT KNOW WHERE HE WENT! HE LEFT US OK! HE LEFT us.."
She turns her head and looks at me
"Why?" She asks
I tell her" I don't know!"
She points to the watch on her wrist
"He only gives you those so you can count down the minuts to see him! It's not worth it! Every year it's longer and longer, and soon he will walk right out of your life!"
"Dadda is suppost to come! I want to play!"
I look at her, reach out and touch her hair
"The only game our father plays is hide and go seek except we give up looking and waiting for him"
"But I've been waiting since I was three!"
" and now your eighty! Don't you see? Go get sleep or find some friends! You will find other love, it's just as good."
"Don't lie to me!" She demands in a deep voice. Her eyes full of hate!
"No don't do that! You don't deserve all that hate !"
" nothing is as good as a fathers love! Not a date, a true boyfriend NOTHING!"
"How do you know ? We have never had a fathers love!"
" but you see it around you. Then you give up and try boy love."
"Don't say that!"
"You know it's true the only reason you date boys is to find some love for you! You seek attention and kisses and hugs! So you feel someone truly cares and loves! Your pathetic trying to wait! Pretending to love him every holiday ! "
"SHUT UP SHUT UP!!" I say and punch the mirror
"Why don't you make me! You pathetic slime You can't enjoy Christmas *** he's gone mine !"
I stood up and stare her in the eyes. "No one owns me or tells me what to do!"
"Oh I'm so scared!"
"Yes yes you are ! Your scared of never being enough! Your scared that if your not pretty! You'll die and he won't give a ****! Your scared that you will loose him! Your scared no one will care! Well guess what buddyriend and family that care !"
"Why don't you sleep it off? And wait for him to care?"
"IM DONE SLEEPING AND WAITING FOR HIM !" I reach in and grab her by the throught. "AND IM DONE LISTENING TO YOU!"
I turn her neck till the mirror shatters
The glass breaks
my hand blead
I sit and cry like nothing mattered
I look at one of the pieces on the ground in front of me. It's a little girl only about age 3.
"Thank you" she says and curtsys and disinagrates away.
I sit and cry. Tears of joy
Nothing is more blissful then freedom
Even more then a boy.

Dadda
There's something I need to say
Dadda
There's something on my mind

I'm watching stars come crashing down
As the moon screams in delight
the wind whispers my name
Saying, "Everything will be alright."

I can't see your eyes and I'm tasting mud
But pools of static are haunting mine.
I wish to hold on to something strong
but the arm that I'm grasping is unlatching now...

Dadda
I'm telling the jury the puppet is dancing
Dadda
I've had your shoes, I put them on for size

Though I never saw the gun by your bedside,
Now I can feel your breath fading
I'll go crawling down
Looking for a dead body

He can't hear me scream his name
the jury's decided no more playing
Deathrow for the man with a tender embrace

Dadda...

Dadda...

Dadda...

My brothers and I fill all branches
As peace will fill our wells
Vessels at ports
Our captains your tact
We weren't raised for better days
Yet we fill the nights with our cause
Irish American military officers assist
All locations on earth


Today's Sheet Music

Chicago
If You? Do Me!

They can get checked on!
Speak with it, don't press off!
Knowing trust lives around a bus
Terms this ride let's you rip off?
Irish

Window know

Threw your ears around
To come in late
Leaning eaves
Learning stairs
Because it stars
See it silver
Deliver it's me

Travis the darker my train
Dearest subway
Overt threatening arrival

Travis performance
A private visit
Off the road
Santa Barbara
Circa Jazz

Paris?

Canary yellow wings of warmth
Devastated Stencil consent to defeat
Around a body in water

Common and Kevin year 3

I'm from porcelain city too

What do you think there Prince?

I'm a private man Paris
I ask your brothers first

Empty morning hike to Westlake Village
Refried Pinto beans
Bread roll rations
Signature sparce pepperoni purchase money
Dry the hampers sound down

And noodles with barista hot base
One to go for night session


Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da

I believe your music sheets of blues
Lays flat there
Peels of description fine tone the length
Of a rehearsal
Lengthy finish is a good target print
In repetition

After experimentation on another

The contrast is then

Jimmy Carter received some poetry from me
I received some instructions

instructions
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Take the music down with you
Walking in Memphis backing vocals
In the corner of that mind
Somehow ******* hit the can

If You? Do Me!

They can get checked on!
Speak with it, don't press off!
Knowing trust lives around a bus
Terms this ride let's you rip off?
Irish

Window know

Threw your ears around
To come in late
Leaning eaves
Learning stairs
Because it stars
See it silver
Deliver it's me

Travis the darker my train
Dearest subway
Overt threatening arrival

Travis performance
A private visit
Off the road
Santa Barbara
Circa Jazz

Paris?

Canary yellow wings of warmth
Devastated Stencil consent to defeat
Around a body in water

Common and Kevin year 3

I'm from porcelain city too

What do you think there Prince?

I'm a private man Paris
I ask your brothers first

Empty morning hike to Westlake Village
Refried Pinto beans
Bread roll rations
Signature sparce pepperoni purchase money
Dry the hampers sound down

And noodles with barista hot base
One to go for night session


Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da

I believe your music sheets of blues
Lays flat there
Peels of description fine tone the length
Of a rehearsal
Lengthy finish is a good target print
In repetition

After experimentation on another

The contrast is then

Assuaging Guilt
Late is a work I wasn't afford today.
Approach my steam he cried
Beyond wound
Lap I did not hear nor see


Been home against
Climbing the couriers town hall
In forgiveness
Letting the bridge draw upon another man's labor day

Josey Boy loses the Broadcasting Run
Less of more in your bravado Josey



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Assuaging Guilt
Late is a work I wasn't afford today.
Approach my steam he cried
Beyond wound
Lap I did not hear nor see


Been home against
Climbing the couriers town hall
In forgiveness
Letting the bridge draw upon another man's labor day

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As Five Remorses
In Hand
No Further
He suffers willingly
To find your lesson
Often times in pain, lent.    Remain
When un lent meditation, finish school.

Her finish was five Psalms of bread, wouldn't shawl

For 5 days alone he dwelled on his matter
While the state watched, again.
His remains of our plethora came out upon our stone walkway, and we committed to our crimes, spending his treasure against ourselves.

This is his morning in Thousand Oaks California.

I am a request of Justice of the Peace.

Being directed is a crime of silence.


Missing Eva Green

©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©

                               ­ Jennifer

Some Like It Hot?
Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time

As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!



The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!

Jack Black and Kevin Reporting









She spent behind the city
    Haunted veranda of Sicily
Her mother's sister?
       Had she forgotten to write since?
The first daughter away from Italy
       Before her mystery in burdens named as foreign

The behaviour paused and absent faces
     The mimes of her part
Spoke finish of him in passing

I am foreign

She beguiles the pages from after I've relented
Traitor of soil

Today the geese wain
    Her gathering, florescent hateful summers
Defiance of shelter
    Mooring my vessels in war
Grand questions of my ability to remain

Remaking our affairs
  Her story?
      Mute

Ink, mine


American Jazz
American Jazz
Jails
Slaves
Waves at freedom
She at the door, too forgetful
Bothersome Invention war is
This is a far as a sound
As nearest minds kindly borrow
Works flat
And out the door
Slaves in jails
Forward my ship
On top and on back
Waters a ways to work
Laddles become hospitals
Without spoons
Only the together people
Lift down the cloths
Aprons run in country
We ain't had enough
Jails yet

This is beautiful

Your from that porcelain city
I'm New York poetry too
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Dedicated to Adrien Brody

Adrien I'm rapping with Rupi
Thank You

Fide et Amore
Irish American Poetry
And Plays
For a Random House
Of Representatives

Currently writing around
Linda Diaz's tip jars


Tip Jars and Squares Poem 1

Mr. Fox
Mr. Rogan
Mr. Tyson

Squares are notes we owe

Mr. Galifianakis tickle the bourbons for it tonight


Sands hunt up a clarinet



In an Article
Building top
Walking while home goes around
Doorway sop
Whenever she won't stay
Making out in another part of me
Counting stands
Selling tombs down to hell as we
Fall apart
Torn numbers, towers
Calling hiding hours
Hate filled seconds from the soars
Feelings lost in gardens I couldn't afford
This angry tower isn't hiding
It's my way in outsiding
Leaving everyone dead
Your wars and shops attacked the bed
When does the bottle ever warm
Why doesn't rain carry more
Because I'm running out of blues
I'd rather have a nights last fuse
Turning off memories wild that way
I won't learn
Down in the street I hate to burn
Yesterday hasn't made it
Now it's another page I'm free
Free to stop the reading meters walking
Riding on the back of a child trying to cry
Every mournings different in my rain
I step out
Outside of all the noise
Last time she thought she could afford
Touching mes a worthless missing, door

Typewriters on the floor
I've gotta make it back to her shores
She won't lend me the hands
Its me verses spirits I can't stand

That's the room I'll never halve

Loves a left behind place Paris

I have one hot cup of coffee and a night to be



What It's Like
What It's Like
Don't be cool
Hate aloof
Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines
Lettings, yourself conceited
I wouldn't encourage feelings if me
Just raising the literacy rates
With Irish American letters is all time

But,  I'm somewhere at
Unstable and content
Introverting caution
Lived from wars before my own ink

Extroversion is an extra paragraph
NoTreasury department extortion
On copy desk before rents talked about

In the newspaper
You exist
As an exit
Misnomers a banking poetry song
Calculates make wedding vows
Acquire before you lives and skip

Thousand Oaks California is based
On thoughts of being poor
Building affordable welfare support

Pet Shop Boys
Watching model prisoner chicks
Who become victims of war ignorance
Unable to
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025



Without her
Voice without challenge hear
Here in city descriptions fears
As alone as hymnal
Founder often eaves.

Pole yearning lent
Brightly sadly sate

Carol as tall waltzing banging pots
Partly in the reading den
Party always misused


Truer Days

As cloch na cuimhne síolraíonn an todhchaí” (“From the stone of memory the future springs forth”). Photo by Pádraig Ó Tuama

As clash naught commenced
Sorority and togetherness



Docile Does Defeat
Docile Does Defeat

Feathered wide
Apart as stride
Tipping blooms
Cautious feud
Disabled pollens
Meeting mew
Brewing nets
Callous frets collisions
Darkest reflections take


Girls as opposite digression
Meeting in the shopping mid days regret
Offering from the alcove
Two join the rivers nile

Now as understood
Please stop describing


So she
So we
Leaving a gentleman's wars
Yet his bounty as Arch
Lurking counting ount
Ount we naught blemish friendship
Needn't favors currency tarnish
A spouse yet doubt
Lingering dowry in ounce



Sanctum
OfLumox and lush
Louse and pilfered ******
Tiffs usage and spent upon
Failures smiles acrid laughter albatrosses
Black lacquers frames oft walked
Nascent snouts
Corrections endless encounter
Bedmates watering wells
Filthed cloths arrival again
Lovers brail


A World in Debt
Paved astray
Columbus roads into a pit
Socks from different angles
Yearly carols finding less rains in reason
Crowning the child's redemptions
Building another flat surface to,
Reject the beginning
Stay moving still
And curate less love
Outing all wisdom
In another's mind



Her Own Holy Ghost
Reaction
Despair
To a faithless creature
Unaware
Returning supplicant ration
Nectars remorse
In violet reduction
Her prayers read still again


I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent



Anonymous
An anonymous night alone
An ominous affair with loss
After forgetting to find
Your one true loss
The spirit won't visit your beds
You offend forgiveness
Anonymously sold away

I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent
want to
In I don't know
How I feel about this yet
Ecliptic confluence
Vector wrapping marbled me
Strings pulled
As for waves resent my distance
A populating Forrest heaves unjust
Hearing you from where I won't sing
Giving you that time

I gots scotched once
My coffee has cream and sugars
I'm ready she wants to read
This experience

Tell yourselves about an Irish Mardi gras

Thankless Taryn Manning's disposals of ink

Asiago village cheese
Pinto beans
Bagel remove asiago cheese chip
Spread the meat of pintos
Breakfast snack taste

Then reviewing Gregory Hines white nights
In softer giving
Longing to learn
Staying forever
Nothing proves the wars real



Erie, my Stolen Babel
Erie, my Stolen Babel
I write to the minds of naive
Honors of boring bathe
Less understanding than homage
Exactly exceptions students
Lackey of Britain
None request competent understanding
For my illusive quill, as Elizabethian
Mastering forms above fragile doe

Pleasing peasants groveling
Yes again I am this of betters
Swelling satisfaction
American Irish Jazz Women
Nubility afar
Daring silence
Squandered Scottish flem

Welfare is costly to my crown
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025


The women won't be curdled
20 years in the college
Mistress lost in Japan
How'd you get where?


Outside the in way
Do you rent me why I cry for then


When L.A longs true
Patterns of obstruction
Brass cut white notes
Daring war down stairs


Outside the in way
Do you rent me why I cry for then


Liberty Vacancy
The cabinet reflects
Against my home in tall
Another's passage
Random poise of letters
Upbringings ending caught
To waltz is to salute
Or in abandon of slavery
Liberating the massage of again
Fervor lies quietly
Loudly defining your sanity
Pitch of news
Correction refused
Pace as normal
Exit small
Restart your pole position
Trust the system is all paid in your speech
Unemployment or ******
Whos in line behind them?


Convinced this place is valuable
That suicide is only money
When laughter is

Social work splits the tab
And the rent
Its always us or them




Meeting Frenchie Twice

Winter Best
Had you grabbed
     His winter Best
  Sadly play
     Along work in time

Hadn't may gone to say
    In no time flat, near that pad
       Taking orders

  Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
       dead romance
            spin my world

    Watching news justice in the print
         Four days a month
             Where he goes
     God only knows
           While he plays
               On my nerves
        Down the hall
           Dastardly fine by signs

     Coming down
        Before my blues
    Get misused
          
      Christmas pals, to the end
           Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
      Pave my rent
          On the house
        Lives out of ink

       Please have mine

Nothing in a good name
        For now
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025




Chicago Meaning
Child's right
Dig deeper
Double my times
Let's re record the lunch
In pale armors defeat
We didn't meet
On the way
Up to say
Rivets weren't good
Irish dots the i's
Give it a try

Tribunes a news we can teach
Get us a job

Where ya been Irish?
Nowheres run

Horrible encouraging corporate cadets

Troubles thoughts on a boss
Crime syndicated
You done it


I left all my land in Texas to play at ya
How ya do it Los Angeles?

Oil Dames
Waining Gams
Geese Soup
New York Paint Stations


Recession
Humidity escapes
And escalates our depression, great
Outside long in a short sighted
Turn around no foundry
Apps development
In hours estates recondition
Appointment
Article
Confine dis
Logic
Dissuaded witness
Head no innocence
We the people of poverty
In atonement

Assembly Member Irwin
I declare this state insolvent

Mayor Karen, the first article?
Suppose print


Barack?
Do you think about me now?

Sub strate
My lithographed pass
Miracle on the 1:40 train
I can still
Make it to work

Very large scale integrated circuit
Ultra low fire
Very high fire capacity
As buffer
To emit
Photo


It's in the low ways
  That she's a drag
    As it's in the causeways
We shallow as raft
    Drafts happened to dolls before
Before we get bored
    Shams delicate
Corrections absurd
    Will tire endlessly
Supposing ourselves elsewhere
  In the midst of all opposites
Another pushers sted we won't hide
  Hurried eyes alert passengers
We hurried before
   Ounce I have left and ounce you have naught
        Speechless day
            Frought memory
                 Hold comfortably
                     Until a warming sound
   Another's son is boring hither



Veranda Bombs
Veranda Bombs

Read as Heading per Naval incident
"Now This!"
"Now This!"


As paragraph goes out of style
"Sue Anne the stars won't gather."

Veranda pan up too you
"Waking to a World in Peril?"
"Hopefully big things to come in our report"

Tell 'em what? Country

Special effects guys live on the trolley.
Tatas? Tatas.News?Tons.Coffee? Sugar? Happening


My brothers and I fill all branches
As peace will fill our wells
Vessels at ports
Our captains your tact
We weren't raised for better days
Yet we fill the nights with our cause
Irish American military officers assist
All locations on earth



Chicago
If You? Do Me!

They can get checked on!
Speak with it, don't press off!
Knowing trust lives around a bus
Terms this ride let's you rip off?
Irish

Window know

Threw your ears around
To come in late
Leaning eaves
Learning stairs
Because it stars
See it silver
Deliver it's me

Travis the darker my train
Dearest subway
Overt threatening arrival

Travis performance
A private visit
Off the road
Santa Barbara
Circa Jazz

Paris?

Canary yellow wings of warmth
Devastated Stencil consent to defeat
Around a body in water

Common and Kevin year 3

I'm from porcelain city too

What do you think there Prince?

I'm a private man Paris
I ask your brothers first

Empty morning hike to Westlake Village
Refried Pinto beans
Bread roll rations
Signature sparce pepperoni purchase money
Dry the hampers sound down

And noodles with barista hot base
One to go for night session


Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da

I believe your music sheets of blues
Lays flat there
Peels of description fine tone the length
Of a rehearsal
Lengthy finish is a good target print
In repetition

After experimentation on another

The contrast is then



Buy
To why I'm concerned
Take notes off your, mourn
Raise under, raise beneath me

It all comes, apart, inside of homes
            But why you'll let me
Bring free to say these
  Times aren't for you
Sacrificed hearts won't conclude
   Taken from me
Honestly I can't see
   Who's arts on these notes
Buildings from being gone inside wars

Can it be written wrong
   A gentle days tolling the straws
Man and I don't come back
    The cost of having homes
Ready in time to mourn




As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!

Taryn, your up tonight at 4 p.m.

The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!

That's Miley's entrance, bye bye folks







Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time




Some Like It Hot?
Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time

As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!



The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!



Saints in Passing Falls
I hurt inside of nights
Mares of Ireland long in Gallow
Gentle settlements of the north burn
Frightful hauntings and return
Return not in sorrowful bade
Halted rising dress on patches dews
Blind feet scamper in cautious glee


Austere delight joining greys silver taunt


And wild streets in liquored brilliance
Convey omens hiding storms
Yet her simple smiles pleasure died
I've not returned by the doors


In the city I was born
Beside heavenly alters free
Terribled loud crowding walks high
My shortcuts beneath the gated baldlands
Underhanded stars of crimes
Mine only the letters
Kind and devout
Oh many devout promises of doom
Yet young Irish boy do fearful
Cannot travel with me near
His calligraphy scenes foreign in listing
Painful trust her laughter resents


Gentle Italy when will our tram return
I've gone from your meaningless words Irish boy
No such objects return to me


In my early days of county mayo we walked to the sod


The General Meets His recreation
In letters
His arrival, invisible
His presence, omnipotent
His courtesy I halt
In forms of thoughts collected
His regrets are peaceful


Irish


His superior officer
A poet from the Republic

Josey Boy loses the Broadcasting Run
Less of more in your bravado Josey


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Jazz Composition
Common Verses Free
French Free Form Overature Jazz
5th 3rd overature
Circles.      2 twice trumpet
Haunting 3rd brass instruction
From further below
     Than rise

Chirps measure

Blackbird is the altered blues draw


Birds chirp in a paired 3 verses 3 top measure of 2 in line
Over 3 verses 3 verses 3
Bottom measure of 3 in line circling waters break in flight

3d's in a separated pair
Second pair drifts in to flight
Bottom row
3 b's lilting right lift
3 p's
Inverted taking notes
Hanging for eyes dear last measure
Forty five angled plight swoons seating oft

Canary yellow wings of warmth oil a canvas

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Indebtedness to Increase Literacy
California Gov. Gavin Newsom responded to a report that Sacramento-based federal prosecutor Michelle Beckwith was fired after she warned against U.S. Border Patrol raids in California

The sounds of negation entertain aggression against quieted minds bury.

In thought, house no resentment which testifies in stilled confession.

Our duality interprets laws blindly oblivious to news of ledges another has climbed?

climbed?
#asmirwin #mikeytaylor #vcpublicdefender #nypd #lapdhq #mayorofla #cagovernor #tonybiasotti

The immediacy of poverty speaking is profit created in arduous defeat of obstacles.

Beside article in congress
Record individual vote publicly

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She was always counting her blessings.

When starved for misbehaving:
'I was wrong. I should have listened to Mama. At least I took a full lunch in school today. If I sleep early I would not feel hungry.'

When bullied for being the most quiet girl in class:
'Maybe I should talk more. Maybe I should look at people in the eyes when I do so. I was wrong. It's okay. At least they will leave me alone for now.'

When scolded for not doing her housework well:
'I was wrong. I could have done better. I should not have taken a break. At least I still have Mama to yell at me. Anne has none.'

When hit for playing the radio too loudly:
'Dadda was in a bad mood. I should never have turned it on. I was wrong. At least the radio is still around so I can secretly listen to it in my room.'

When slapped for her grades dropping:
'I should have extended my studying hours from seven to nine hours a day. I was not good enough. I was wrong. At least I still have another three months till the next test.'

When ***** by drunk father:
'I do not understand what happened. It was all just pain and darkness. Dadda said I am not allowed to tell anyone anything. But it's okay. At least he promised me more pocket money for school.'

I have one grandmother
And one grandfather.
Cousin Kate has two of each.
When I was young she tried to teach
My to call them Nana B
And Dadda B respectively,
But I guess that was too hard for me
So I just call them
Nana and B.

Nana looks a lot like mom
Except she's got more wrinkles on.
And lipstick that's a perfect pink
And dog treats underneath her sink
And a silver hairbrush,
Creams for foots,
And on occasion she calls me "*****".

My B, he's from Pier-Dip-Pah-Too.
His real name's John
(My brother's too!)
And B works on the radio
And tells me things I didn't know
About boats. And on the holidays
He always serves glasses
Of Seven-Sideways.

In my family we have this tradition
Called "the annual lake freeze competition".
My aunts and uncles, they all guess
Then me, of course, then all the rest
Which day Lake Ontario
Will freeze right over
So we know
Who. Gets. The Trophy.

Nana, she records the dates
And then with B she sits and waits
Day in, day out
They watch the lake
For one fine day
When no wave breaks the ice
...and someone wins The Trophy.

(One year the lake never froze and there was NO WINNER. My dad is obsessed with Global Warming and no he always votes anti-freeze.)

Now today's my day: January 21st
And I'm so excited I could almost burst
Cause I just know that phone
That's ringing
Is the call to inform me
Of my winning.

Gasp It's for me!

Hand me the phone, Mother ,
Give it here.
Why hello, Nana!
(She says "hello, dear")
Oh. I didn't win.
Well that's okay.
B says its a gamble this game we play.
Turns out it froze yesterday
And the trophy goes to
Cousin Kate??!!

Next year I think I'll vote anti-freeze
And I'll throw big rocks right through the ice.
Or maybe my brother, he'd suffice.
It's just not fair! Kate's won it twice!
But I did get to talk to Nana and B
...and that was nice.

Jack Kerouac made my momma hitch

down the west coast from Seattle to

Albaquerque in the 1970s but she

never made it to Mexico

Jack Kerouac made my dadda struggle

through an English major only to dig

ditches and deliver mail twenty years later

Jack Kerouac made me who I am today

a Dharma *** looking for any highway

outta here to Frisco to New York City to

subsist solely on coffee and searching for

Nirvana and being forever unsatisfied

with the name I was chained to at

birth people ought to choose their own

Jack Kerouac made who I am tomorrow

completely impossible to discern but he

filled me with blank paper and handed

me a pen and Thoreau the great

Transcendentalist made me write in

the dark but Jack Kerouac made me

transcend the ******* and write

for nothing for Buddha for smoky

haze for the turtle that walks with

the world on its back I may now

never stop looking for me in the

streets of Denver to ask me where

I would be without Jack Kerouac

CONEIDER  HIGH"

Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems
trouble. No one
knows he
struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'.
Coneider
strong.
Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the
peak of
the
world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal
to life.
Optimistically humanitarian.
Much
more to life
than
Destitute, if there's any infrastructural,
love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar.
Human is made, none cultural.
Who did it save?
Transformation does not come without
individuality.
Power of love create solidarity.
'4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish
more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on
Cloudnine as I'm high.

C9fm

A golden shaft of morning sun
Threw lines of life to cirrus cloud
A flight of teal on wings of steel
Arrowed from nights flying shroud.
The gems of dew on emerald grass
Blazed crystal violet, hills of glass.

A day is born, a time to live and laugh
Feel young and happy, free as chaff
Caste in the zephyr breeze.

A tear of joy springs to my eye,
A grin, as big as life,
I fly across a meadow, leap a stream.

I’m happy for you Sue and Pete,
I celebrate with night’s retreat
The dawning of your daughter’s day
With all my soul I wish her well
Sweet happiness in life’s foray.

Bon voyage sweet Kathryn

Uncle Dadda
Hamilton
New Zealand 1969

One sunny day when I was 10 - the flowers in full bloom -
my father tried to shoot himself, upstairs in his locked room.

Except it wasn’t a sunny day.
It was an ordinary night -
a night I watched from the neighbor’s window a police officer smash through the glass doors of my childhood home -
a night three days before my first family visit to a psychiatric hospital -
a night filled with my mother’s tears, my confusion, shattered glass, and gunshots.

No, not a sunny day, but get it?
HAHA - misdirection.
HAHA - juxtaposition.
HAHA - I’m describing the opposite of a happy, sunny day.
HAHA.

I cope with the sadness by mixing it with jokes,
like how you may cope with having to eat a dead crow by dipping it in chocolate -
doesn’t help, does it, you sick *******?

My father has the sadness.
He tried to cure it with a shotgun.

His father has the sadness.
He drinks.
I wish I had a fun way to tell his story, but that's mostly it.
He wakes up early, puts on his best old-man clothes, and sits in his basement watching old Westerns
and he drinks.

I don't know why he gets up early.
I don't know why he gets dressed.
I think it's for the same reason I write -
same reason I run -
I think alcohol helps him swallow that bird - you sick ******* -
I think he had the same fear when he had his first son:
that he'd pass on the sadness.

He did.
His son did.
Was it passed though their genes or through something they’d seen?

That question terrifies me,
because I hold my daughter with my left arm -
an arm covered in scars which clearly read:

“Your dadda has the sadness.”
“Your dadda’s not well.”
“You dadda lost every fight with himself
except one” - and that’s ongoing.

He’s losing.

I fear the day she may write
about some sunny day when she was 10.

avoid the period bombs
mura list in song
dis daint eli lily wand
ima coordinate and dis band
the journal ate
eats is free but a bout dat city attorney
cruiser my address
sticky pads add evict
thadda dadda do over
trickles of my waltz
humps to the frame
church criminals begin same

People should start supporting the country before it stops supporting you
Legislation is literacy requiring allegiance
And much allegiance fails to legislation by violating civil rights

I am an American poet

I finished government military and western civil liberties writing

Civilization
Western civ
Political Science
Engineering....



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Jenna hope this helps your journaling

Careful on the nightfall sermons boys
Monitors see at you for being monitor able
Triangulation of ego stats
Buff man is also monitor boy

Dominator stash
.when you broadcast stash dominion
Public service announcement

Leslie Mann is a painter

Missing Markle sparkles is fun

Police backup
Is a dream of paddywaggon wins for Bruce Willis us they dadda

I see something drive police micro Econoline bank robbers
****

Jackie down the line yummies

Great gods
It's organized
Confetti missed
Her story
Locked in stalks
Grown up thoughts
Twisted mirrors
Paint less checklists

She hurt in a mural
Wanda all days laundry

Rev running heavier than lays
On a squeegee matching
Dry byes no breeze
Glade on the wall

Rockin ana rowinson
At the bay, at the wall
Fresh da spirit, espirit
Thatta dadda do on the wall

59cent Katt Williams dry clean Expendables scenes

Zoe on an island

Killer Mike Damian Marley

Have a root

I spelled in running to work late letters zoe

It's why
I
Because
Queens play chess on fine grains of sand
I give a Buddha about it
Durga

Shankha offering from Kendall doll