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If you could read my mind, love,
what a tale my thoughts would tell;

just like a paperback novel,
or the thoughts from a wishing well;
I’d walk away, like a movie star
burned in a three way scene,
enter number three…

I never thought I could play the part

and I must say that I just don’t get it;
I don’t know where we went wrong
but the feeling’s gone and I just can’t get it back.

If I had read your mind, love,
what tales your thoughts would tell;

just like a paperback novel,
the kind the drugstores sell;

when you reach the part
where the hero starts,
that hero would be me,

but heroes often fail;

and you won’t read that book again
because the end is just too hard to take.

If you could read my mind, love,
what tales my thoughts would tell,
perhaps an old time movie
of a ghost from a wishing well
from a castle dark, or a fortress strong,

with chains upon his feet,
that ghost, you know, would be me;

and I will never be set free
though the book is gone and the story’s ended;
and if you read between the lines
you’d know I was just trying to understand.


I am a lineman for the county
and I drive the main road
searching in the sun for another overload;
and I hear you in the wires,
and I hear you in the whine,
and this Wichita lineman
is still on the line...

I know I need a small vacation
though it sure looks like rain,
and if it snows, the road down south
will never be the same;
and I need it if I want you,
and I want you for all time;
and this Wichita lineman
is still on the line...

By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising
she'll read the note I left upon her door
she'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leaving
for she sensed that in me a thousand times before;
 
When I get to Albuquerque, she'll be working
she'll pause at lunch and call me on the phone
she'll hear the other end as it keeps ringing
and begin to get the feeling that she's alone;
 
When I rest in Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
she'll turn and whisper something low
she'll find the empty spaces that once knew me
more that she ever knew me, before;
  time and time again I tried to tell her,
but she could not believe I'd really go.

60's Lyrics of the Week

slightly modified & rearranged by me from

If You Could Read My Mind, 

The Wichita Lineman, and

By the Time I Get to Phoenix.

Titles Contemplating:

"Eggheads and Money Rats" (on the symbiotic relationship between creative genius and financiers).

"Perceptions" (on how they fail to relay reality)

"Six-Second Willie" (about a rodeo cowboy who has a way with taming wild horses (on 'animal sense'))

"Obama the Shoe Salesman" (on how Obama sounds like a shoe salesman when selling the Democratic Party's petty schemes)

"I Should be Home Being Loved and Having Babies" (observations of the female psyche)

"They" (observations on mediocre management and lazy, miserable lunchroom hacks)

"Government Suckaholics" (on people (of low moral character?) who vote with their hands out)

"Sickos and Tutti-Frutti's" (a frank look at that portion of society)

"Take the Jewelry and Run" (more observations into the female psyche)

"Front-Page Mentality" (on the way most people vote, and the media's current addiction to brainwashing techniques (such as exposure, hidden bias, agenda, distortion, and wishful thinking) which have become brash and brazen in recent years)

"Death of the Brainwashers" (on how the Internet saved our minds from the manipulations of the major media)

"I'm Built Like this to Make Babies, Are You Up to That, Sleezeball?" (more on the female psyche as it relates to male sleezeballs)

"A Hard-Working People Will Not be Conquered" (a lost perspective on the work ethic)

"Security and Stump Thumpers" (a contrasting look at present runaway government and its petty politicians and the fundamental origins of government)

"There Used to be Seven" (the trials of a gaggle of goslings in the wild)

"In Pursuit of Nebulous Emotions" (how pursuing emotions plays out in life, and in writing)

"Juvenile Mindsets and Immature Emotions" (on the many varieties you may encounter in life, and, hopefully, with examples of how to successfully deal with each)

"Button Monsters" (where I finally collect all the stories that I entertained my kids with when they were still so very young...)

"The Perfect President" (on those lost ideals)

"Worthy Pursuits" (all the worthy pursuits in life that I've thought of but will never actually do)

Passing Thoughts:

If my choice of favorite perplex you, then good.

Iknow I have lived, I have died a thousand times.

In a great mind, most thoughts are questions...

While you are trying to obtain the mind of a poet, the mind of a poet is trying to find the natural state of things...

A poem does not have to be great to be enjoyed; and truly great poems are not envied.

Humor- grace and beauty in the morning mirror.

War kills more friends than enemies.

Poets- belong in your ether.

Age- I'll take the wisdom, but not the complaints...

I've read a lot of cutting poems, and in not one did I detect any need other than scoring 'cool' points.

No matter what the social trend, it can all change on a dime.

Hollywood Actors- broken puppets who deliver the thoughts of writers in Hollywood, or worse, executives in Hollywood.

I don't know if this makes sense, but if a piece with only three notes (or words, in writing), reveals more of your heart and mind than a collosal showpiece, it will be the piece that defines, and represents you; it will be the piece that will be remembered, even loved.

Radicalism? Fanaticism? Idealism? No, the world is under attack by short people...

Beware of views that attach sex as a selling point...

We are experiencing the phenomenon of bringing pop-culture mentality to politics...

My poems have whack-a-mole problems...

Remember, lives are like planets, when they pass near one another, don't expect any extreme course changes...

You may go for his/her body, but there are entire worlds in their minds and emotions, too.

Once again, a clueless pop culture has done what a mighty military juggarnaut could not- bring down a foreign nation.

On Politicians- the less that things are meddled with by toothy-faced pop idols, the better off the world will be.

Modern Media, Modern Historians, and Modern Artists- spend their time dwelling on, and magnifying, the skidmarks in the underwear of life.

Unmask fanaticism and you will find wayward male horomones.

The major media's control over our pinhole view of the world is waning.

Most if not all aspects of art should be discovered rather than learned.

Modern classical composers- over-trained clueless white guys writing formula music.

Definition of 'Over-Trained Clueless Artist'- having a deficiency of skills acquired through discovery, and a resultant formulaic, shallow (even narcissistic) meaningless output.

We like that which answers our needs and aspirations. (various examples- friendship, sophistication, truth, control)

Lose a dime, find a dime. (based on a true story) 

What you end up doing in life is usually dictated by your face, unless you are the type of person who likes to put a new face on something.  

Most of us are the way we are because we've never been confronted by higher reason.

Exchange I'd Like to See (example of being confronted by a higher reason): Someone who just did something stupid: "It's a free country!" Source of higher reason: "Yes, but you don't have to throw freedom away like that."

Poetry can be a vehicle (in which case it needs polishing for those who want to go in style) or a destination (hang a happy painting on the wall).

Dreams are the mind playing/exercising/working-through pattern.

I'm really not good at spewing out insincere fluff, though there is a huge market for it.

Popular Art- where the audience doesn't give two cents for the 'art' and are more concerned with the artist's libedo. (My original observation was that females don't give two shits for the art, they are too overwhelmed by the artist's sex aspects, but that isn't fair to females with brains, and it doesn't cover airheaded males).  Philosophical Digression: not to knock air-headedness- the species needs it for quick (reckless?) reproduction, for another observation is that the more brains one has the less likely one will reproduce- meaning brains have their limits in the perpetuation of the species. As long as the earth and cosmos are human-friendly, who needs brains? (but of course they aren't). Will the brainless and the brained ever get along? No. Does the perpetuation of the species need both? Yes.

We set up psychological barriers for ourselves to pass through. Some are impassable.

A logical, literal person will adore the artfully insane inscrutable.

We go through life on a curved trajectory.

The more inaccessible the notebook, the more pressing, and transient, the thought.

Every notion we have is man-made.

Humans are the only animal with a sense of humor.

Beware of salesmen posing as critics...

Effects of the supernatural are self-psychological in effect...

You can write within a mindframe based on broad experience, or you can write in a vacuum in pursuit of utter originality...

Do not succumb to that instant-gratification ego in all of us- it is crushed without the immediate and continuous doting of others.

It takes strength, courage, heart, and intelligence, (be careful when you spell that in heated debate!) to be humorous. Why would anyone with those gifts want to lower themselves to the mundane level of 'serious'?

So you think muddle-headed slosh is artful poetry? Well, it is, in a hallucinatory way... how about fare from those who stick their head in the toilet and relay their experience? Yes, some enjoy that 'art' too...

An artist who is able to convey deep thought, emotion, and imagery can develop the highest virtuostic skills before an artist of the highest virtuostic skills can learn to convey deep thought, emotion, and imagery... (of course there are exceptions to everything)

If you can write with a serious edge to your humor, and a humorous edge to your seriousness, then you are an enigma... 

All the things developed before a poem is even written should be "want-to's" or "need-to's" rather than "have to's", otherwise you'll end up simple being a critic (but hopefully a well-paid one).

Communism- a social system that is susceptable to abuse in grand, as well as petty, ways.

Let's pull a Microsoft and move the buttons to where no one can find them, and call it an upgrade; or, jump in and regress the current state of a technology, and, by buying the innovators out, make it the new standard.

Better left unsaid when you spot an overbearing contest host: "You not only want people to conform to your limited notion of poetry, but you also want people to conform to the cramped and narrow framework of your psyche."

You may show off how deep and profound you are concerning the minute details of life, but your value as a writer is getting others to see, in a deep and profound way, the minute details of life.

Writing philosophical poetry is looking out the window, while looking in.

Don't shower for a few days when writing 'ugly'.

Big government breeds parasitic socialists- within and without.

Pop culture is clueless; who would argue that?

Let It Be Said: We are all influenced by perversions from the sixties.

Sad State of the Human Psyche- that who we choose in politics, art, and business is driven by who brings the most libido to the table.

To certain young ones who make ill social choices: "What morass are you sucking up to now?"

I have walked through the valley of death, and I have not come out unscathed.

Click for Puzzle of me (warning- humorous content that does not do me any justice)

and ask yourself, which is the face of a poet? (make that a 'dabbler'...)

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    * Extraterrestrial Romance
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Poems I'm focused on over-killing

• The Day Humans Actually Stood Up for Themselves

  a "Hollywood Needs a Rewrite" piece...
  

  69 lines, 1 daring comment, January 2. In Society
• Ballet Suite for your Mind

  Ballet Music and Poems based on The Mini Epic Romantic Saga of Sir Kitty and Princess Kite

  845 lines, 7 obligatory comments by friends, November 14, 2008. In Music, Ballet, Proposal, Psychological Experiment

My "Poetry" (quotes added by a weary AP staff)

• Chrome and Cowboys, Poodle Skirts, and a Harsh Life Lesson

  Long bouts of staring at cracks in the wall
  all day in jammies, a treat

  116 lines, 3 confused, unsure, but polite comments, January 13. In 50's, Fifties, Chrome, Poodle Skirts, Lessons
• The Gods Uday and Qusay, and the Grass Eater

  Imagine there's no country,
  it isn't hard to do...

  1 lines, 2 comments that say more by what they don't say, January 13. In Current Events, Middle East

My Interminably Long, Droning Stories

• The Retard and the Really, Really Good Looking Person

  It was a small cafeteria in a crowded mall, kind of late. I had just finished teaching architectural drawing, a favorite of mine, being art

  1091 lines, 2 comments obviously suppressing yawns, July 14, 2007. In 600-2000 words, First person

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if my body does not have a traditional burial,

for instance, if my body is vaporized,

that is, if the Internet is not vaporized along with it

in some cosmic cataclysm...

in which case I should endeavor to leave intelligent life somthing useful...

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