K POEMS JANUARY 2010

Next Please
By Mikel K



"Mikel K, U should be makin money off dis stuff..i aint sayin thats what you should do ...but there nothing wrong with it..if the glove fits."--Andy Browne, One Of Our Country's Best Singer Songwriters

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"Your poetry has so much realism in it. Living color while you come out swinging the words into action packed poetic moments in time." --JustCathy OpenSalon.com





Beginning with you ignored me

I had one marked you, but I gave it away;
the reasons are in the thousands.

Sixth cup of coffee

I might just change the melody
and then you might just find
that the words I painted were
showing the world that I was
out of my mind.

I'd rather hit my finger with a hammer

I value your opinion like I value finding
a python in my wool hat for winter,
it didn't mean anything bad, anyway,
between the two of you I have felt pain.

Don't wait too long to see

There is a sign that I'm in pain,
the light is red, not green.

Should we all take a Lie Detector Test?

The movie was blue, so I threw my popcorn
all over the room, don't want to throw good dollars
after something that makes me holler in pain,
they must think that we're insane,
the folks that make these pictures, and maybe it's true.

Do the lion and the tiger leave each other alone?

There are several spins on everything
love is both real and invisible
and if you are the principal character
to whom it is being unreciprocated
what should you do?

It's got to be easier than this

Ease my fear make me comfortable to be here;
hold me near and don't suffocate me,
make love to me don't just fuck my brains out,
and then put a gun to my head pull the trigger,
and just leave.

I used to be The Lead Singer

I quit the tour
I'm getting a tan,
I found out that it ain't easy
being in a rock n roll band.

People don't love you
for who you are,
they love you for who
they think you might be,
and everybody loves you,
in a way that a one night stand
could be a solution
when you didn't even know
that there was a problem.

Some lessons come sooner some come later

I came in, late, last night
started a fight, drunk,
with my father, woke up hungover,
didn't see that the fight mattered
he had been picking on me for eighteen years,
but I learned, soon, that what was good
for the gander was not good
for the goose, and soon I was loose
in the city that I called home,
nobody hovering over me,
telling me what I could, and couldn't do,
brand new was how I felt.


I think I'm going to start a Rock Poetry Band called, "The Stoned Rollers." Everybody in the band would be sober, and if you relapsed you'd have to start a cover band called, "Eventually I Might Get It." Think about it; the possibilities are endless.

Grocery Observations By K

Whole Foods selection of tortillas sucks
while they have a great boxed falafel mix,
and a wonderful boxed hummus mix, still at
reasonable prices.

Trader Joe's limes suck.
Limes at Whole Foods are three for a buck,
but you can pick from a huge supply of them,
and not get stuck with a pre-picked bag,
like you do at Trader Joe's

The cost of Kroger's produce is high,
and it is nowhere near as good as
the produce at The Farmer's Market

The eggs at Whole Foods are ridiculously priced;
Trader Joe's has a much better value for eggs,
and so does Kroger, but at Kroger you get angry eggs.

There is an ATM in both Whole Foods, and Kroger,
but not one in Trader Joe's. What's up with that?

In the grip of a Morning Gripe

Eight O'clock on a Saturday morning is a pleasant time to move out of your apartment. Who cares if your neighbor upstairs is trying to sleep, you got to get out of that apartment before the landlord gets back from his vacation.

My sugar is high this morning, 132, and I can directly attribute it to all I do; what I put in is what I am going to get out. I don't really want to be awake right now; I don't really want to be drinking this coffee, and sitting in front of this computer screen, but the sound of heavy furniture pounding on the pavement, as it is carried up steep, concrete stairs gives me no other option.

You think that my neighbor would have checked in with me, before she called the moving van, and found out how late I wanted to sleep this morning.

How the game ended

I cried as you got close to me.
I drew pictures when you wrote poetry;
I put on my sneakers when you got close
in you high heels.
It's an adventure, and if you would just step back,
you would derive pleasure from each step of the game;
the pain, the pleasure; it's all the same.
I don't believe it; I can't conceive it to be true.
I feel blue, and I'm taking my ball and I'm going to bed.

Oh no, here he comes again

My skin identifies me.
My skin marks me as a certain type of man,
to certain types of men.

I'll have a plate overflowing with sushi, please.

I probably shouldn't eat; it's late
it's supposed to be bad to have a full plate
before you go to bed, but, maybe, tonight,
I don't want to follow that rule.

Security is vacant

Security can let in a threat
with the wink of an eye
Security you got to pay
the arms industry to have it,
those guys need a threat
to keep on being millionaires
The threat is symbolic,
yesterday it was The Communists,
today it is The Taliban,
tomorrow it will be the gorilla
at the gate in the zoo
poised to escape,
until they can find a better enemy
to point the finger at.

Excluded from nothing really

Not one of you made it,
and neither did I
but while you are patting each other on the back,
and reminiscing,
I am still giving it a try.
My plate is not as full as yours,
my tags are not attached to such a fancy car,
but at least I don't have to shake hands with
and smile at what's his name;
he's always been in the photo,
but he hasn't done a damn thing.

When they went out the exit door I stayed

Never thought I could.
Never thought I could,
but I did,
and I did it alone,
alone with help,
because, sometimes, I feel alone
on a crowded subway train,
sometimes, I feel alone,
in a sold out movie theater,
and I even felt alone
watching The Rolling Stones,
in a coliseum,
but all that doesn't matter
because I
never thought I could,
never thought I could,
but I did,
and I'm glad that you are standing
in front of me.

Goodnight

There is something evil lurking inside of me,
it is waiting for me to let my guard down.
I'm trying to take the higher road;
I'm trying to keep my clothes on, even if it's only in mind.
Perhaps if I touch you, I will learn to love you.
You have already touched me, in such special way,
anyway I'm not sure anymore what love is,
I think I had it, but I let it slip away.
It is the end of another day.

Those the closest are the most far away

I said to her, "Now that's the problem
when it comes to a Holiday.
I said to her, "Now that's the problem,
when it comes to a sunny day,
...all my closest friends now live far away!"

I got some close friends,
but they don't live anywhere near.
I got some close friends,
but most of them live many miles from here.
That's the problem. That's the problem,
oh my dear...all my close friends live
so very far away from here.

So when The New Year comes,
if I want to share it with
my friends, I got to get on
that airplane, and ride it
to near where the rainbow ends.

All my close friends,
all my close friends,
live so very far away.

I have resolved to make no resolutions for this New Year, having decided that the path that I was on was the path to be on. I didn't go out, last night, and get stoned on champagne in the cold, covered in people screaming; I stayed home and watch the festivities on the internet, saw the ball drop in Time Square on my computer screen.

I slept late today, wild dreams punctuating the evening. I can remember bits and pieces of the dreams, but not the dreams as a whole. Is it better to dream while you are awake, or to dream while you are sleeping?

Today is the day to eat collard greens, and black eyed peas, and since I care not for either, the fact that I have not been invited to fellowship with others over such a feast does not bother me.

It's another day on the job at KTV.


First Gripe of The New Year

If I wanted to look at pictures of The Sunset, I would go outside, in the evening, and watch it set, I wouldn't click on your photo section expecting to see pictures of you. If I wanted to see beach scenes, or pictures of someone's European vacation, I would go to the beach, or to Europe. What are you hiding? Do you look that bad? I'm no thin, spring chicky myself, but I let you see what I look like. Please do me the same favor.

It's 49 minutes into The New Year, and someone is still making loud popping noises, with what I am beginning to suspect is a gun. Is that a tradition outside The Ghetto?
Do well to do White Folks now bust out their home protector and let the world around them listen to it to herald the start of a new 365 days?

I can't much run from things, these days, because I hobble on a cain. There are things you have to learn, and things that you have to get used to when you travel with a cain. First, you have to learn how to walk with/on it, or it is no good to you. I think that I picked this up fairly quickly, necessity, in this case, certainly being the mother of invention.

Then when you are out walking with your cane, you need to make sure that your cane makes it home with you. In the beginning, especially, when you are not used to walking with it, you will tend to leave it behind you, at the grocery store, at the coffee shop, in the cab, or in a friend's car.

Another trick to the art of becoming one with you cane is learning how to lean it up against places where it will not fall down. For me, with my type of hip dilemma, bending over is often very difficult. I can hear all the bend over jokes coming now, but, trust me, if you ever have to carry a can about with you, these tricks that I have taught you will come in handy.

Trust me; I've had a vasectomy.

--Mikel K
(mikelkpoet on facebook)

I have resolved to make no resolutions for this New Year, having decided that the path that I was on was the path to be on. I didn't go out, last night, and get stoned on champagne in the cold, covered in people screaming; I stayed home and watch the festivities on the internet, saw the ball drop in Time Square on my computer screen.

I slept late today, wild dreams punctuating the evening. I can remember bits and pieces of the dreams, but not the dreams as a whole. Is it better to dream while you are awake, or to dream while you are sleeping?

Today is the day to eat collard greens, and black eyed peas, and since I care not for either, the fact that I have not been invited to fellowship with others over such a feast does not bother me.

It's another day on the job at KTV.

First Grip of The New Year

If I wanted to look at pictures of The Sunset, I would go outside, in the evening, and watch it set, I wouldn't click on your photo section expecting to see pictures of you. If I wanted to see beach scenes, or pictures of someone's European vacation, I would go to the beach, or to Europe. What are you hiding? Do you look that bad? I'm no thin, spring chicky myself, but I let you see what I look like. Please do me the same favor.

It's 49 minutes into The New Year, and someone is still making loud popping noises, with what I am beginning to suspect is a gun. Is that a tradition outside The Ghetto?
Do well to do White Folks now bust out their home protector and let the world around them listen to it to herald the start of a new 365 days?

I can't much run from things, these days, because I hobble on a cain. There are things you have to learn, and things that you have to get used to when you travel with a cain. First, you have to learn how to walk with/on it, or it is no good to you. I think that I picked this up fairly quickly, necessity, in this case, certainly being the mother of invention.

Then when you are out walking with your cane, you need to make sure that your cane makes it home with you. In the beginning, especially, when you are not used to walking with it, you will tend to leave it behind you, at the grocery store, at the coffee shop, in the cab, or in a friend's car.

Another trick to the art of becoming one with you cane is learning how to lean it up against places where it will not fall down. For me, with my type of hip dilemma, bending over is often very difficult. I can hear all the bend over jokes coming now, but, trust me, if you ever have to carry a can about with you, these tricks that I have taught you will come in handy.

Trust me; I've had a vasectomy.


A case of some really ugly brownies

I'm baking brownies from scratch,
flour, cocoa powder, eggs, all that,
but I don't have a square brownie pan,
so I put them into a round pan,
that is also too large
for the amount of mix that I made,
so I'm going to get some shabby looking brownies,
but I followed the recipe to the t,
so these ugly brownies are going to
taste good as hell, and, probably,
no one but me is going to want to eat them.
Oh well.

A.M. With The Cats

The cats are noisy this morning, one growling, the other making loud noises, as he licks water from the water bowl with his tongue. Despite the large coffee that I have drank, I am sleepy; I think that I am going to eat some oatmeal, and go back to bed.

Getting old is harder on The Beauty Queens

Age ravages our appearance,
perhaps not so much mine, as yours:
I was always ugly.

Confusion tonight as my head hits the pillow

Nobody wants to use the word caner,
nobody wants to use the word rape,
or is it me?
Is it me who those words scare
when they are attached to someone
I know?
It is one thing to have those words
happen way off in the distance, but
it is another thing to let them get
up close.
I feel powerless over rape.
I feel powerless over cancer,
and despite the fact that I have been
trained to understand that I am
pretty much powerless over everything,
and that I must turn it over to
a Higher Power,
a Higher Power who would allow cancer,
a Higher Power who would allow rape,
I'm going to be a bit confused, tonight,
when I say my prayers;
I'm not sure what I am thanking God for.

--Mikel K

A case of some really ugly brownies
Paradise
Requiem for a Left Hip


Requiem for A Left Hip

I live in a very small apartment,
and because I have an ailing hip,
I don't much get out of the apartment, right now.
On Monday, they will cut that ailing hip our of me,
and, after a few weeks of rehab,
people who have had hip replacement surgery tell me,
that I will be better than new,
after several months of rehabilitating the hip.
You never know what kind of curve balls
that life will throw at you.
There you are going along, all fine,
taking your yoga, walking your dogs,
and then this pain starts to occur in your inner thigh;
you think that is just a slight groin pull,
but the pain grows, and grows, and you go to the doctor
and he tells you that you need a new hip,
and you are amazed, because the only surgery
that you have ever had is having your tonsils take out
when you were a kid.
The pain keeps growing, and your mobility keeps getting limited,
until you come to think of your upcoming surgery
as a best friend of some sort: you can't wait to be with him.
A week from now will be my third day, after surgery,
in the hospital; then I will go to a friend's house for a week
or so, because I can't be alone. (I will be using a walker.)
The dogs will have to stay with family members,
my daughter will feed the cats, and turtles,
This small space will not be the same without me, and the dogs.
The cats will be mad at us, when we get home.

I have $365 in utility bills due soon, due to the cold.
If you can help me with all, or some of this,
I would appreciate it.
Send a check or money order to:
Mikel K
858 Vedado Way #2
Atlanta, Ga. 30308
or drop something from your credit card in here:
http://www.mikelk.com/

I thank you in advance, and I thank the people
who have helped me so far, with love, rides,
coffee beans, treats and medicine for my cats,
money orders, checks, and "tips."

I don't know where I would be without out all of you!!
It is hard to ask for help like this, but they tell me
it is best to ask when you need, and don't wait until
it is too late to ask!

Also, if you live in Atlanta, near Midtown,
it would be helpful if you could walk my dogs,
Bundy, and Morisson, for us.

Progress comes with time

My daughter drop a large bag by my abode,
in the morning, on her way to school.
The dogs used to freak out, when she stopped by,
and I would have to get out of bed
to open the door to let her in,
which was a pain in the putoo,
both the dogs barking, and me having to
get out of bed way before I was ready to
get out of bed.
The dogs have finally gotten used to her,
and don't bark so much any more,
and I, mostly, leave the door unlocked
so that I don't have to get up and unlock it.

This is a test

Complaining about something else, in so many words,
I accused my younger son of not loving me.
He got angry, and, then, explained the situation
to me, the situation that I already understood.
Sometimes, you just have to test your kid's love for you,
especially when he is 20, and has so many other things
going on in his life, besides you.

The things you love can kill you

I made the greatest biscuits, last night,
and I ate them covered in peanut butter, and marmalade.
I can't, for the life of me,
think of what else I ate, yesterday,
but I did not eat correctly for a diabetic,
because my blood sugar level was 145, this morning;
that is way too high. I don't want to die
earlier because of what I eat.
The day before my count was 70,which is too low.
I need to have a spinach salad, today,
and stay away from peanut butter, and marmalade.

Is our own happiness all that matters?

I have had the shakes
for the last couple of days
it has made it hard for me
to type.
This is not a good thing,
for typing is what I do,
without typing, I would have
nothing left.
Well, that's not true,
I wouldn't kill myself
because I couldn't type,
I know that something else
would appear for my to spend
my time with
and it would be useful
and would make me happy.

Over the horizon

You have to write from the heart and soul
for it not to be crap,
or, at least, I have to write from
the heart and soul,
and I am not saying that I don't write
some crap, sometimes
we all write some crap, sometimes
as far at I can see.


I still need help getting into bed, but today was the first day that I was able to open the door to the internet room, and push myself and my wheelchair through the door, and into the room,without assistance.
Posted by mikel k poetat 3:52 PM0 comments Links to this post
TUESDAY, JANUARY 19, 2010
You say things in letters that you wouldn't say in poems
A letter is more intimate, a specific audience;
almost complete certainty that it will be written,
A poem might reach a wider audience,
but none of them might ever truly know what you are
talking about, like the person in the letter does.
Posted by mikel k poetat 4:32 PM0 comments Links to this post
Mimi / Robin:

My surgery was last Monday, I am in a Rehab Facility, now, for
two more weeks. I have never had surgery, before, it is quite a trip!!
Each day is better than the next, and I thank God for each breath
that I am allowed to take.

Hope that you all are doing great!
Mikel
Posted by mikel k poetat 4:21 PM0 comments Links to this post
Hey, Elaine,

I'm in a Rehab Facility, and will be here for two more weeks.
The process was very difficult, at first, due to the pain, and
the drugs, but things are getting better and better each day.
I see so many miracles around me: it is so inspiring: I am the
youngest person in here!!

I hope the you all are doing great!!

Mikel
Posted by mikel k poetat 4:20 PM0 comments Links to this post
Hey Kathleen,

Had the surgery last Monday;
stayed in the hospital until Thursday pm,
and then transferred to a rehab facility,
where I am now, and for another two weeks.
It was a very scary trip, at first...pain, and
drugs, but now there is great beauty in
looking at people around me recover slowly.
I am by far the youngest in here.
Thanks for mentioning my journey
to others at the school; several contacted me,
and that was very rewarding.

Hope you are doing great!
Best,
Mikel
Posted by mikel k poetat 4:13 PM0 comments Links to this post
Hey Howisan,

Thank you for your note.
My surgery was last Monday.(Left hip.)
Right now, I am in a rehab facility
for, probably, two more weeks.(Till the insurance runs out!!)
It was awful, at first, much pain,
and confusion, due to the drugs,
but every day is gettinng better
and better. This rehab facility is
an amazing thing, so much going on,
so many miracles occurring(including me!!)

Miss you on Tuesdays,
and hope to see you soon.

Best,
Mikel
Posted by mikel k poetat 4:08 PM0 comments Links to this post
Strange what you can get used to

I ride a wheel chair from my bedroom
to the Physical Therapy Room every morning,
and then I ride the wheel chair down to the internet room
in the afternoon.
It seems natural, somehow, to be in a wheelchair, now,
where only 8 days ago I was on a cane.
Posted by mikel k poetat 3:53 PM0 comments Links to this post
Dave my roommate is nearly 80;
he sleeps a lot
and likes to have the tv on
when he sleeps.
In fact, if anyone turns off
the tv while Dave is sleeping
he will wake up!
Dave had some life or death surgery
done on the back of his neck.
He lived, and is now rehabbing
from this surgery,
as I am rehabbing from my
hip replacement surgery
in the other half of this room
in this nursing care facility
that we share.
Dave's wife, J, is an incredible lady.
She visits Dave for hours at a time,
feeding Dave,
talking to Dave,
keeping his clothes clean.
She even finds time to help me out,
picking up things that I can't reach,
searching out things that I can't find
in my closet.
Posted by mikel k poetat 3:26 PM0 comments Links to this post
I don't know when I will fully start making sense again: when I am completely off the drugs, when I have been home for awhile with the dogs, cats, and turtles. I am experiencing a great deal of clarity, today; every day gets better, clarity wise.
Posted by mikel k poetat 3:24 PM0 comments Links to this post
At the moments, as I was in them, I wanted, so desperately, to write down what was happening, and, now, for the most part, I can't remember what happened: I just remember that it hurt greatly, in a number of ways, then, and that it doesn't hurt much now.
Posted by mikel k poetat 2:48 PM0 comments Links to this post
MONDAY, JANUARY 18, 2010
It has been a week since my surgery. It has been a long, and strange, week, full of pain, and disorientation. I have met many people on this path, that I am on called rehabilitation; most of them have had a smile on their faces while I have been grimacing out at them in pain. They seem to understand what I am going through, they seem to have been down this road before. I hope that I don't have to go down this road ever again.
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SUNDAY, JANUARY 17, 2010
a small chore was accocmplishhed this afternoon. I went in the Hopsital on Monday Mornday i am writig to you fform Sunday morting jy rehap ctr on cundsy afternoon.
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SUNDAY, JANUARY 10, 2010
I've got a friend
who loves his wife and daughter
who is losing his family
and he is saying
that he can't take it
that he is breaking down,

and I don't know what to say.

I once lost my family
because I was having a breakdown
and she didn't know what to do
but let me sleep on the park bench
at night;

I didn't know what to say.
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:23 PM0 comments Links to this post
I just did everything in this home, that I need to do, to leave it for eight, or so days: I washed the last load of dirty clothes, I folded the second to last load of clothes, I loaded the dishwasher, and cleaned the kitchen,


I counted out 16 cups of dog food for Bundy to have over at Kevin's house, I cleaned out Kobain, and Jaggar's litter box, filled their big dry food dish that always sits on top of the clothes washer hidden behind a bottle of detergent, to keep Bundy from sticking his greedy little nose into it, and I filled an extra bowl full of dry food for them, so that they will have plenty of food for the next eight weeks; I left out the cans of wet cat food for Scout to used to treat the cats, in the afternoon, and I put a little note on Prynce, and Rue Paul's aquarium with instructions for Scout in feeding them(like she would forget!!)

I'm sitting here writing poems. I, also, just got the dishwasher unloaded; I now have to load it with the dirty dishes that are in the sink. I have to pack, for tomorrow(I will be gone from this abode for at least 8 days.)


My youngest boy, Graem, is coming over to help me clean out Prynce, and Rue Paul's tank.

I need to put all the Christmas decorations in their box. (I have gotten them down off the walls, but need to complete the chore.)

I'm thinking aloud, now, about all the things that I need to do, so that when I walk out of this abode at 7:15 a.m. tomorrow to get my hip cut out, that I am leaving our home in good shape for the cats, and turtles.

Bundy is still here with me, now, but he will leave this evening to be babysat by Kevin.

When you have pets, you can't just walk out of your house and leave it; you have to make provisions for your animals. Duh.


This time, tomorrow, I will be signing in to have my hip replacement surgery. I am not nervous, like some people have been asking me, I am ready to go; ready to go into this next phase of my hip story, which I see as having four parts.


The first part has been this pre-surgery part, where I have learned to live with pain, immobility, and a cane.

The second part is the surgery, and all that goes with that including the anesthesiology, and the four day hospital stay related to the surgery.

The third is the rehab period, where I will have folks working with me to teach me how to walk with a metal hip inside my body, and the fourth is the rest of my life, where I and my new hip are one, taking Yoga together, walking the dogs together, sounding the alarm at airport security check points together, living a full, active pain free life, together.

No, I am not nervous about the surgery that I am going to have tomorrow; I embrace it and look forward to it as part of this path that I am on.


Another beautiful day comes to a conclusion. I'd like to thank my friends Greg Willard, and Art Linton for being a part of it, plus all of you who have been here with me today. You give me strength, and I thank you for that. Good night; God gless.--Mikel zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:10 PM0 comments Links to this post
An analysis of the brownies in the freezer

I'm craving chocolate, right now.
I have some frozen brownies in the freezer,
but they are not moist enough,
so they would not satisfy my craving.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:52 PM0 comments Links to this post
I'm not living in a perfect world

The young man who is doing maintenance work
around this old house told me
that he had figured out why the ceiling light
that is positioned over my desk doesn't work:
something about the wiring over my neighbor's
apartment having to be replaced.
The light works sometimes;
often it will go for days illuminating my hands
as they sit on my laptop and write,
but just a moment a go, the light started
to flicker, and then it went out.
What a pain in the ass.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:48 PM0 comments Links to this post
Mostly it just means using common sense

There are some things
that you don't have to be an asshole about
and, I guess, so that you do,
though, I would think, that the ones
that you do have to be an asshole about
come few and far between.
If someone is beating up your wife,
be an asshole, and stop them,
by any means necessary.
If you are out in traffic,
go easy on the horn,
or, maybe, don't use it at all;
we are all in the same hurry out there.
I think that I have made my point.
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:15 AM0 comments Links to this post
Soon I will see

What I am most interest in
is the anesthesiology part
the part where they put you under
so that the hip can be removed
and then bring you back
once you have been sowed back up.
This fascinates me, somehow,
that they can take you out,
and then bring you back around.
I have never been taken out, before.
I wonder how I will feel
when I come back.
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:12 AM0 comments Links to this post
Something I know nothing about


Wealth is health
being happy with life
if you're married
being happy with your wife
though I would know nothing
about that type of thing
funny how I talk like an expert
about something
that I have absolutely no knowledge about
the pills have made it harder to type
I don't find the letters with my fingers
as correctly as I usually do
tomorrow this old left hip of mine
will be cut out
and I will embark on a new phase of life
and soon I will get back to normal
not have to take pills for pain
and I will once again type like I am supposed to.
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SATURDAY, JANUARY 09, 2010
Kobain seemed to have forgotten, at 9 a.m., this morning, that I fed him his morning snack around 6 a.m., this morning; at 9 he was standing by his bowl very attentive, waiting to be fed.


I just woke up for the second or third time, really woke up; I'm alert and ready to go, not groggy, and groggy. I did some more marketing on my book, "The Delivery Guy," when I was last awake, as I am about to do now. Sales are starting to happen, and I am happy for for this. I thank all of you who have bought my memoir. I just called Graem, my youngest boy, and he is going to come over tomorrow, and help me clean out the turtles' tank. I need to do this before I head out of the house for a week or so, due to the hip replacement surgery that I am going to have on Monday. Tomorrow will be a big day of getting ready, packing my bags, and all. Today is going to be a mellow day, of having coffee with my buddy Art Linton. He's a great singer song writer. You can listen to him for free at his my space space, before you buy one of his great cds. http://www.myspace.com/artlinton




She is standing in the snow on the cover of The New York Times Book Review Section, smiling, looking very confident, and I think that I would like to be standing in that snow myself, smiling, self-confident. I am at the other end of the spectrum. I am not selling millions of books; I am selling about one every other day.




Vanessa Weatherman: i have no $$$$...i will one day...i'd like to read it...i have a book to not out yet...called arrivals and departures.



Thomas Krettler: Okay, I got off my cheap ass and ordered a copy. Ilookm forward to reading it.



Albert Geiser What I can offer you is a lot of word of mouth, which I believe should sell some of your books, seriously. I'll spread the word.



Whether you buy the book, talk about the book, or just wish you could buy the book I thank you. The success of, "The Delivery Guy," is getting it into the hearts and minds of people who, right now, don't even know that it exists, and you all are helping me do that, and I thank you!





I like, and respect, this: "At Carcinogenic Poetry, we are not concerned with your publishing history or acquired degrees, we just want the stuff you believe in."

"Who cares if you went to Yale, or Iowa, or NYU, or Georgia State?

Does your poetry have heart, and soul; and even more important, does your poetry interest me...does it grab me by the balls, and MAKE ME read it, or am I yawning through it because I'm reading it because of what school you went to, or because you are dead and "they" say that I am supposed to read you?"





Monday is THE day: the left hip comes out, and I start the rehab process. I'll be in the hospital for four days, and then over at G2 and Andy's place for four more, or so. Bundy will stay with Kevin; Morisson will be over at G2 and Andy's, also: he is already there




Bundy acts a lot better with Morisson gone. In fact it is amazing to see how much better he acts with Morisson not here. What's up with that? Is his gross insecurity assuaged? Is his competitive mojo knocked out?



The cats and the turtles are acting the same. Rue Paul has mounted Prynce. They are on their rock. It seems that the are either f***ing or fighting. Have you ever been in a love or hate relationship? Have you ever had to flee a lover. Have your dogs or cats ever had fleas. Have you ever had toast with marmalade, and either peanut butter, or regular butter on it. I am counting down, now; tick tock.

There is is my last post ever with this hip. When I talk to you next, I will have had hip replacement surgery. I thank you for reading, and I thank those of you who have bought a copy of my memoir, "The Delivery Guy," for having done so.




THE VERDICT IS IN: YOU SHOULD BY A COPY OF. "THE DELIVERY GUY," Mikel K's popular underground memoir about that period of his life where he went from an LSD soaked, alcohol laden music writer poet rock star wanna be to a sober father sitting in the Little League bleachers watching his son grow up as he ran the bases. This book will make you laugh. It will make you cry, and then it will make you laugh, again.

YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK, NOW, BY GOING TO THIS LINK:http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet

"I found the book, "The Delivery Guy," by Mikel K to be a refreshing and sometimes uncomfortably honest look into the life of a modern writer struggling to come to terms with a pre-fabricated and often superficial, turn of the century, American society. The battle is dynamic and comes to an uplifting spiritually evolved conclusion. I found it a fascinating read!!!--James Lewis"

The "Delivery Guy," does what few books do; it appeals to different readers for different reasons; everyone should read this book."--Kerouac Simpson

Have a great day y' all
--Mikel K
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Feedback on Mikel K's memoir, "The Delivery Guy," continues to pour in...

Vanessa Weatherman i have no $$$$...i will one day...i'd like to read it...i have a book to not out yet...called arrivals and departures.


Thomas Krettler Okay, I got off my cheap ass and ordered a copy. Ilookm forward to reading it.


Albert Geiser What I can offer you is a lot of word of mouth, which I believe should sell some of your books, seriously. I'll spread the word.
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THURSDAY, JANUARY 07, 2010
C.o.p.i.n.g. Mechanism

Rage page cage animation
someone came home d.r.u.n.k.
and hurt someone he loved.
He learned that another
would love him, the secret
was to not stay around too long,
or the hideous monster
that hid itself within himself
would rise, and he would have
no defense against himself.
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Requiem for A Left Hip

I live in a very small apartment,
and because I have an ailing hip,
I don't much get out of the apartment, right now.
On Monday, they will cut that ailing hip our of me,
and, after a few weeks of rehab,
people who have had hip replacement surgery tell me,
that I will be better than new,
after several months of rehabilitating the hip.
You never know what kind of curve balls
that life will throw at you.
There you are going along, all fine,
taking your yoga, walking your dogs,
and then this pain starts to occur in your inner thigh;
you think that is just a slight groin pull,
but the pain grows, and grows, and you go to the doctor
and he tells you that you need a new hip,
and you are amazed, because the only surgery
that you have ever had is having your tonsils take out
when you were a kid.
The pain keeps growing, and your mobility keeps getting limited,
until you come to think of your upcoming surgery
as a best friend of some sort: you can't wait to be with him.
A week from now will be my third day, after surgery,
in the hospital; then I will go to a friend's house for a week
or so, because I can't be alone. (I will be using a walker.)
The dogs will have to stay with family members,
my daughter will feed the cats, and turtles,
This small space will not be the same without me, and the dogs.
The cats will be mad at us, when we get home.

I have $365 in utility bills due soon, due to the cold.
If you can help me with all, or some of this,
I would appreciate it.
Send a check or money order to:
Mikel K
858 Vedado Way #2
Atlanta, Ga. 30308
or drop something from your credit card in here:
http://www.mikelk.com/

I thank you in advance, and I thank the people
who have helped me so far, with love, rides,
coffee beans, treats and medicine for my cats,
money orders, checks, and "tips."

I don't know where I would be without out all of you!!
It is hard to ask for help like this, but they tell me
it is best to ask when you need, and don't wait until
it is too late to ask!

Also, if you live in Atlanta, near Midtown,
it would be helpful if you could walk my dogs,
Bundy, and Morisson, for us.

*******


Progress comes with time

My daughter drop a large bag by my abode,
in the morning, on her way to school.
The dogs used to freak out, when she stopped by,
and I would have to get out of bed
to open the door to let her in,
which was a pain in the putoo,
both the dogs barking, and me having to
get out of bed way before I was ready to
get out of bed.
The dogs have finally gotten used to her,
and don't bark so much any more,
and I, mostly, leave the door unlocked
so that I don't have to get up and unlock it.






This is a test

Complaining about something else, in so many words,
I accused my younger son of not loving me.
He got angry, and, then, explained the situation
to me, the situation that I already understood.
Sometimes, you just have to test your kid's love for you,
especially when he is 20, and has so many other things
going on in his life, besides you.







The things you love can kill you

I made the greatest biscuits, last night,
and I ate them covered in peanut butter, and marmalade.
I can't, for the life of me,
think of what else I ate, yesterday,
but I did not eat correctly for a diabetic,
because my blood sugar level was 145, this morning;
that is way too high. I don't want to die
earlier because of what I eat.
The day before my count was 70,which is too low.
I need to have a spinach salad, today,
and stay away from peanut butter, and marmalade.








Is our own happiness all that matters?

I have had the shakes
for the last couple of days
it has made it hard for me
to type.
This is not a good thing,
for typing is what I do,
without typing, I would have
nothing left.
Well, that's not true,
I wouldn't kill myself
because I couldn't type,
I know that something else
would appear for my to spend
my time with
and it would be useful
and would make me happy.






Over the horizon

You have to write from the heart and soul
for it not to be crap,
or, at least, I have to write from
the heart and soul,
and I am not saying that I don't write
some crap, sometimes
we all write some crap, sometimes
as far at I can see.

--Mikel K
(mikelkpoet on facebook)
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Requiem for A Left Hip

I live in a very small apartment,
and because I have an ailing hip,
I don't much get out of the apartment, right now.
On Monday, they will cut that ailing hip our of me,
and, after a few weeks of rehab,
people who have had hip replacement surgery tell me,
that I will be better than new,
after several months of rehabilitating the hip.
You never know what kind of curve balls
that life will throw at you.
There you are going along, all fine,
taking your yoga, walking your dogs,
and then this pain starts to occur in your inner thigh;
you think that is just a slight groin pull,
but the pain grows, and grows, and you go to the doctor
and he tells you that you need a new hip,
and you are amazed, because the only surgery
that you have ever had is having your tonsils take out
when you were a kid.
The pain keeps growing, and your mobility keeps getting limited,
until you come to think of your upcoming surgery
as a best friend of some sort: you can't wait to be with him.
A week from now will be my third day, after surgery,
in the hospital; then I will go to a friend's house for a week
or so, because I can't be alone. (I will be using a walker.)
The dogs will have to stay with family members,
my daughter will feed the cats, and turtles,
This small space will not be the same without me, and the dogs.
The cats will be mad at us, when we get home.

I have $365 in utility bills due soon, due to the cold.
If you can help me with all, or some of this,
I would appreciate it.
Send a check or money order to
Mikel K
858 Vedado Way #2
Atlanta, Ga. 30308
or drop something from your credit card in here:
http://www.mikelk.com/

I thank you in advance, and I thank the people
who have helped me so far, with love, rides,
coffee beans, treats and medicine for my cats,
money orders, checks, and "tips."

I don't know where I would be without out all of you!!
It is hard to ask for help like this, but they tell me
it is best to ask when you need, and don't wait until
it is too late to ask!

Also, if you live in Atlanta, near Midtown,
it would be helpful if you could walk my dogs,
Bundy, and Morisson, for us.


It's like the skies have parted

There is this guy on our floor,
here at The Rehab Unit,
who never pushes his call button:
he always uses his vocal cords
to get the attention of the staff,
screaming out at the top of his lungs,
as if someone was beating him,
or withholding something from him
that he needed to continue with life.

At first I felt sorry for him,
but as I listened to him, over and over,
I started look upon his outbursts
as some sort of seriously mis-based self-centered screaming.
Me me me, me first, my problems are the greatest,
he seemed to be shouting out at all of us up here.
He has taught me patience, though.
My needs don't seem so great,
even if I am in a bit of pain.
I realize that the Nurses, and the staff
are not here just to attend to me.
What a revelation.

I can not smile while others scream out in pain

I can not totally bitch
about the medical system:
it has been good to me,
over the past three weeks.
It has fixed, me fed me,
kept me free from major pain.
When the whole process is done,
I will have a fake hip
operating better than the real one
that I had.
It is just to sad to see,
and hear about, the hopelessness
of the very old as they battle death,
or give up the battle against death.

What an evil world it can be(especially at the end)

I would think that most 92 year old women
can't much speak for themselves,
so who decides that they should have surgery:
their offstpring, or relatives,
the doctor or the insurance company?
I think that in some circles
the approach of death is not viewed
as sacred, but as the way to make a buck
off of people not much able to defend themselves.

Cable Television Cured Me

There are two televisions in each room.
This is insane.
Are we such a television nation,
that t.v. is seen as the great healer,
the great pacifier, the great communicator?
Do they pay the invisible Doctors,
and always in a hurry nurses less,
since the tv's are there to do their jobs?
I hate tv.
My roommate lives by it.
At home, and here on the rehab unit,
he has it on twenty four hours a day.
If he is asleep, and you turn his tv off,
he wakes up.
Something's wrong.
Something's very very wrong.

Don't set the alarm

They wake you at the beginning
of their shift to prick your finger
and get your blood sugar level.
At the same time, they check
your blood pressure.
It seems as if this could wait until
morning; I like to sleep in,
even when at the hospital.

Smoke a Fatty

In purgatory, they told me,
I would be held,
as if in a drunk tank,
I came to compare
it to, later, when I had learned
a thing or two about drunk tanks.

My sins were never erased
in a drunk tank; I was never
sent to Heaven just to see The Judge.

Jesus walked on water,
and then went to an AA meeting
after he changed all the water
into wine.

Still not old enough to retire

I don't try to fit in any more.
I don't try to not get in trouble,
any more.
I don't cut my hair, anymore.
I don't shave, anymore.

Believe Me

For two and a half weeks
I have been K in 235.
I started out in the fetal position,
drugged, in pain.
Today, I know when breakfast, lunch,
and dinner is served, and I spend
most of my day on the internet,
like I do at home.
There is a Lord, thought it is not
the lord who you choose not to believe in.

Would you be my resident?

We choose brides
like we choose doctors,
a roll of the dice,
and here we are playing
this thing called life.

Have you seen better days?

Have you seen better days?
I think that your better days
are up ahead: optimism is a flower
that makes me smile in the fall,
knowing that it is either ahead of itself,
or behind the times.


And let's never forget "choices"

Well, I was an American Boy
raised on promises, but most
of them were promises that
I didn't care to keep.
I didn't want to own a house
with 2.5 poems, I wanted to write
a poem that you would never forget.

In a place where legends don't matter

They don't care that he can't dance.
They don't care that he has lost his hair.
They came to hear him sing.
They came to hear him sing.

No diamond ring for the innocent
the path to a divorce filled with
the better things is often thought
out:

he wanted to be in love,
she wanted to own the company store.

It is like an old Pink Floyd Song

I know how to get into their brains;
I know how to get into their hearts
and minds.

Eventual outcomes

At one end of the couch
he is sleeping,
at the other end, she reads
a newspaper;
he will die first,
and she will continue reading
newspapers,
or she will die first,
and he will continue to sleep.

Percocet Ramble

I was accusatory in the prison of my mind confined to what I thought was, rolling old tapes inside, knowing better, unable to bust my shackles; what a hassle, nothing worse, perhaps, than being unable to do what you know that you should do. I should run a blue light special on myself, and sell those parts of me: the ones that are worn out, the ones that still think, and feel like they used to before I became aware that awareness could be enhanced, that one could grow inside just like one can grow outside, that a belief can be altered just like a muscle, or a hairstyle.

God, I loved That Girl. Why did she let me go?



When the dotted line is crooked

I try to think
in terms of you,
but I can't;
I can only think
in terms of me.

Break In

He didn't see her in the dark;
she took the time to park fairly close,
her heart skipping a beat.

Today's Chat in the Common Area

As he calmly discussed his fees,
I wondered if it was a case of negligence,
or one of greed that he was taking on.
She fell from the XXXXX as they were
getting her on the ambulance,
she kept repeating that she had to miss Christmas
with her family, while her husband complained about
the increased money that it costs him, now, to get her
from place to place.
I tried to tune them out with Bob Dylan,
but Bob was not loud enough.
I have headphones coming.

Sliding Into Second

She walked in the computer room
at the rehab unit, smiled, and
said, "You got it fixed."

"Yes," I said, a smile on my face,
also, "I am fixed, and so is it."

I wasn't sure what she was talking about,
but I figured to cover all bases.

Certain Love Songs

Girl, love is essential;
you got to get it,
you got to give it.

An old lady is trying to die.
She doesn't care about love, anymore.
A millionaire is trying to make
another million; he never cared
about love.

Love, love, love they preach its importance.
Love, love, love comes in handy in certain love songs.
Love, love, love leaves me wondering.

Hey, who blew out the candle?

You didn't know it then
because you were in a blackout
but your first year
might have been the best year
of your life.








When beauty turns black

If you hit the bottom you can still crawl
and one day, as you learn to listen,
you will get up off of your knees again.

Sympathy doesn't heal the sick,
but wisdom will.

She was as pretty as a painting,
that you would want on your wall,
as precious as a flower
that you would give to a woman who you wanted to love;
she got all that she wanted with a smile
or by you looking into her eyes.

Some have it too easy,
some have it too hard,
and, sometimes, they wind up in the same place.
I know what it takes to put a smile on their face.
I ain't never had no money,
but I've had love that didn't cost me a dime.
Put a dollar by the doorway,
then go out there with what you've learned
and have a good time.

My wine used to be white,
my wine use to be red,
and then, one day, both colors kicked me in the head.


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FRIDAY, JANUARY 29, 2010
Mikel K Poet I am cranking Tom Petty and The HB's, "I Need To Know..." It is good healing stuff for my new knee. I just went throught the PT room and asked this lady, Susan, who was sitting in her wheelchair working some weights, if she would like to see me, "walk on water?" She said, "Sure." I said, "You have to put money in my basket, first," and wheeled myself off.

I don't like Ozzie, but I love Black Sabbath, and that is who I am listening to on this fine, fine Friday, up here on The Rehab Unit, as things wind down, and get quieter, and quieter working for The Weekend.

I am going to spend most of the day tomorrow at the home of my grandson, celebrating the fact that he turned one this past Tues.

Three weeks ago I was strung out on drugs designed to kill the pain of a hip replacement surgery. They were effecitve, but not perfect and the whole scene caused a mess in my brain.

I couldn't much type, talk, or think. Today, I am the replacement for JD, with my new hip.
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It is supposed to be
rainy and wet this weekend,
but it is only Friday
and it is rainy and wet
in his mind.

He's living on unemployment,
wishing that he had a full time job.
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What does anybody want?

I feel like I kind of know you.
I feel like I know you as well as I know anybody.
I feel like I know you as well as I knew J.D. Salinger,
though he was a boy, and you are a girl.
I want you in my world, like I want anyone
in my world, close but not too close
intimate, but not claustrophobic.
I don't want what I've had,
and I'm scared that I might get what I want.
What does anybody want, anyway, but happiness, and respect.
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I have a band on my wrist that states my name, and the name of a Doctor. I have seen one doctor for several minutes in the three weeks that I have been in this facility.

One of the physical therapists has taken one of the little old ladies bowling this morning. They are set up in front of the tv, which I had just turned off, minutes before their arrival.

"That is good...in fact I am surprised," says the PT, after the lady throws the bowl down the carpet for the first time. She did not knock all the balls down, but perfection is not something people seem to seek from people in here. From what I can tell, smiles are as important as just about anything on The Rehab Unit.
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THURSDAY, JANUARY 28, 2010
I couldn't find the door,
but I saw a little window
and I bided my time,
and soon that window got bigger,
and I had my opportunity.

SUNDAY, JANUARY 31, 2010
My roommate Dave, a 68 year old man, prays over his food, without fail, every time they feed him, no matter how bad, or good, that he is feeling. I am impressed by this; I usually gobble down my food without thanking anybody.

About a week ago, Dave asked me to cut up his food for him; he has partial paralysis in his arms. Every day since then I have been snooping over to his side of the room to see what he got to eat, and if I might be able to help him out by cutting it up for him.

This morning, Dave had pancakes, sausage, and pears...I chopped them up for him, and then went back to my side of the room. A few minutes later, the nurse came into our room. She looked at Dave, and she looked at me, and she said, "You cut up his food," like I was in trouble. (They try to make us do as much for ourselves as we can up here.)

"Yes, Mam," I said. "Do you want another tray?" she asked me. "Why, yes," I replied. (I'm almost always in the mood for more food!)

The Nurse was rewarding me for helping Dave out. There is a lesson here, and I have learned it. I expected nothing for helping Dave. I like the guy, and just wanted to make his life easier, because I could. What goes around comes around
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I eat well
I sleep well
I have no complaints
The government is taking
good care of me.
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I m starting a movement
but don t follow me
because when I sit down
you ll get caught in the shit.
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Something Like That

You never called so I never explained why I wouldn't have picked up anyway I bought some flowers and I kept them for myself they are up on the shelf that we used to share. Everywhere is empty where there used to be plenty. I ride the bus going nowhere.

Take a bow take it now before the audience leaves you no one believes you anymore.


Loyal indignation I see it everywhere bad attitudes all bread from the same one line of thought store bought they outcry against the store I don t want to hear it anymore I ll eat ice cream for dinner pretend that I'm not a sinner work forty hours during the week to be able to buy the host on Sunday.

Suit yourself you ve been suiting up anyway whatever look you choose has already been pre determined for you there is no originality just like there is no meat in bologna or a veggie burger you call it love I call it murder fly your flag let your kid go down range.

Pull back the mountains look what Ive found higher ground at the bottom the top fell off the dream nearly failed you left your favorite pet inside your favorite house and went off to die the little league game was canceled the whole team had to stand in the soup line I m doing fine I was never a big eater.

Shift to the beginning forward to the end sometimes the bathroom is my greatest friend.

I have cancer you have the answer you'll only sell it to me.

Draw your curtains darken the tint on your limousine it's easier not to see me.
I wrote the book you burned the page it's not contagious in various stages of incongruity you came to me.

Come to me.
Come to me.
Love me.
Love me.
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Sometimes, it feels as if we are connected.
Other times, it seems like we have been directed
to stay apart.
You broke my heart baby,
after I busted my belly, spilled my guts
and told you that I loved you.
You wanted me until you knew that you had me on your string;
see what loyalty can bring.
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Would needing or wanting The Lord close to you, necessitate proximity to A Church?
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I love you so, as I undress you
I love you so, as I clean up your mess in the kitchen.
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I can change the world by changing me

I want to be purer and, sometimes, its hard
I want to tear into that fast food burger and eat the cow, today.

We don't need to worry about out needs, today;
all our wants can go away.
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To protect myself I must always say, "No,"
or have nothing to say when my dreams come
my way.
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You already hold my heart

Dissolve my day into night;
we no longer fight. Finally,
love made clear what only
love can make clear. Come
near, dear; com closer than you are.
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SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 2010
Big man ha ha how charade

I'd like to put you down
so that I could feel like
I've got my feet on the ground.
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Love(possibly)

If it flies too high,
shoot it down.







I took my first hit when I crawled out the womb.

There is danger inside the mind of a clown,
as he smiles at your little children.






Brush your teeth and go to bed

In the grips of fame
I can't remember my own name.
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If it flies too high,
shoot it down.
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There is danger inside the mind of a clown,
as he smiles at your little children.

I took my first hit when I crawled out the womb.
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In the grips of fame
I can't remember my own name.

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 2010
Mikel,

We wish to inform you that resolved to credit your account with accrued interest of $4.7Million being interest accrued from initial deposit made sometime ago and withdrawn by The Bank Of Ghana. You advised to send your names, address, tel numbers, bank account for transfer within 48hrs.

Regards,
Dr.David
Gregory
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Here's the ring

I promise to love you,
whoever you are.
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I have not seen my dogs in over a month. I miss my dogs. Soon, my dogs will be coming home. I have heard good things about Bundy, how he is learning new tricks, and is learning to behave better at the hands of Kevin. I have not heard much about Morisson, except that G2 had to buy him some more food.

The cats woke briefly, made their presence known by their food bowls, ate, and have, now, disappeared back into the apartment somewhere. They are not stupid; they know that it is too early to be awake.
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My foot itches

It is too early to be awake; and yet
I am awake. Explain your theory of God
to me. He is a capitalist. Some say
this is good. Some say this is bad.
Did Jesus rise from the dead, or was this
a fabrication? I like ice cream,
but I don't much eat it because I am
diabetic. If I had a car, I would drive it.
If you sent me your limousine, I would get in.
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There are no words within me
so there are no words coming out of me.
I am a liar; I can never shut up.
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It is 3:52 a.m. I am wide awake, and a bit neurotic, so I play, "Welcome To The Jnngle," by Guns and Roses. I don't play it loud, mind you, but listening to someone more neurotic than I scream might calm me down. (I've had worse theories.)

My physical therapist is leaving me on Friday. He says that I can walk, I can climb stairs...I don't need him anymore. I was of the impression that I was supposed to be off cane by the time he left. Does that mean that I am off can on Friday?

I got as close as I get to depressed, yesterday. I can't remember what was wrong, or if anything was wrong at all. Sometimes life just gets desperate, and you find yourself perplexed sitting right where you are in a seat wherein you weren't perplexed in maybe minutes or the day before.

I'm going to fix a cup of coffee which means that I am planning on not going back to sleep; right away anyway.

Later into the cd you get into a version of, "Knockin' On Heaven's Door," that rivals, if not exceeds any version that Bob himself put out. Axl used to beat women up, should we be listening to him?
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MONDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 2010
Hopeless

My internet is dead,
and I figured that
it was because of
the snow storm
that we had, yesterday,
and, opening my front door,
for the first time,
since the storm,
I see that I was right.
The snow has knocked
a big branch to the ground,
bringing with it my cable.




Text Messaging

I make the text messaging rounds,
saying hello to the folks, who I say hello to
via text messaging, from time to time.
It is a nice form of communication,
but it feels inadequate, today;
I would rather be interacting with these people
face to face, than staring at my cell phone.

I sent my daughter, Scout, a message
telling her that a tree fell on the cable
that brings me my internet,
and she said, "What are you doing for entertainment?
I replied that I was, "Crying."






Who was the moron?

My dad thought that I was a moron.
I wonder, now, if this is a reflection of an attitude
that he held for himself, because, mostly,
I am looked upon as a fairly smart fellow,
and I have always been, even back when
my father was belittling me.






Thawing berries

I thawed some frozen strawberries
in the microwave; fifty nine seconds
I set the timer for, and though I must say
that fresh strawberries are better
these went nicely with
my fried egg and cheese sandwich.






Jonesing for the internet

Branches have fallen, again,
from the big tree that inhabits our front yard,
and again, the big tree falling,
has knocked out my internet.
It is an adjustment process,
getting used to not having the internet,
in my home,
one that is much like, I would imagine,
withdrawing from heroin.







I almost don't appear on a weight scale

I have not strayed much,
from the new eating plan
that I learned in Rehab,
in fact, I would have to say
that I have not strayed at all.
Each meal that I have eaten,
since I got home has been
well portioned, and balanced.
I can feel the pounds dropping off of me.







No

It snowed, yesterday, and the main thing that happened
was that my internet was knocked out. No snow men were
built, no snow igloos were carved from the snow, I engaged
in no snowball fights.







Slow and painful

I kept hoping that the cable company would fix
whatever was wrong with my internet,
from their office, make it quick and painless,
for me to get my internet service back,
after the snow storm that we had yesterday,
but when I opened my front door,
for the first time, after the storm,
I saw that a big, big branch had been
knocked off of the tree in our front yard by the snow,
and my cable had been knocked down.
There is nothing that they can do about that
from their office; the process will be slow and painful.








Waiting for the green light

I can stop looking at the lights on the modem, now,
but I don't; I keep waiting for the middle green one
to turn on, and stay on, but it won't. There is a large,
a very large branch, on the front yard that has fallen
taking the cable that leads to my modem down with it.
It will not turn itself back on, it will need a man, or woman,
from the cable company to come out and put it back together.








Have you ever hailed a tuktuk in ChiangMai?

I can't look it up on the internet, this morning,
so I don't know what it is. A tuktuk? It must be
some sort of cab. And, ChiangMai: where is it?







The possibilities are endless

If I had a car, I would drive to the grocery store,
this morning, and I would by a few things
to put in the refrigerator, to eat later.

If I had a car, I would drive to a coffee shop,
that had the internet, since my internet, at home,
is not working.

If I had a car, and you love me, I would drive over,
to tell you that I love you, too.








My view of turtles

One turtle glides about the aquarium,
looking out into the world, as she swims about
while the other turtles sits on the rock
that sits underneath the heat lamp
soaking up the heat.
I find them both fascinating, whatever
they are doing, and I watch them
for hours at a time.







Disappointment

I was disappointed to cut the tag off of my pretty fake flowers
and find out that they were made in China. China doesn't play
fair, it seems to me, and it seems that the U.S. plays it stupid
when it comes to China. My flowers are still pretty; I just wish
that they had been made in the U.S.A.








Words are absurd


Smiles mean nothing,
when they are trying to
sell you something.






A slow death without my fix

I am dieing without the internet,
slowly slipping away to a place
of intense nothingness; I want
to put the needle back in
and get my fix, but I can't
for another two days
until the cable man comes
to fix it.
Sometimes, suffering takes
weird shapes, and you never know
where it is going to come from.
There are people far worse off
than I, but they can't feel my pain,
either.





Self-prescription

I soak my foot in a pail of water,
slowly sipping on a coffee.
The foot soaking has been suggested
by a doctor; the coffee is my own home remedy
for health, happiness, and overall well-being.






Good News

The tree is in hundreds of little pieces, now;
the man from the cable company
should be able to fix my internet
when he comes in two days. This is
the best news of a weekend where
the worse news was that the tree had knocked
my cable to the ground, and with it
had knocked my internet out.







I can never be bored

My cats seem bored;
I will never allow myself to be bored,
knowing that there are men and women
facing death in Iraq and Afghanistan.
It just does not seem right to have a right
to be bored when people are risking their lives
in such a manner; it really doesn't.







Almost normal(for the first time)

I take a pill every four hours
to kill the pain in my left hip.
Things are coming along well.
I will be walking without
my cane, soon.
It is amazing to think
that the operation was
a month and three days ago,
and, already, I am almost normal.
It may be the first time
in my life that I have been normal.







Back

The band plays on,
while I read a book.
There is not much else
to report, so I will go
back to the book.








Daddy took me to the grocery store,
he said he couldn't buy me nothin' no more.






I think about having a cup of coffee,
but then I realize that it is 9 p.m.
and if I do have a cup of coffee
that I might not be able to sleep for hours,
and this is not what I want to do, tonight,
so, as tempting as the coffee is,
I decide against it, and start thinking
that maybe I will have a cup of tea,
or, maybe, I will just set my body down
on the bed, and go to sleep.


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Sunday Feb. 14, 2008
Valentine's Day

"You must be a magician," sings Cyndi Craven to me,
to start my day. I am listening to her, "Lessons," c.d.

I have slept in late. It is almost eleven o'clock. My friend Jeff Waller called to wish me a happy Valentine's day. I have no Valentine, but the love that surrounds me, and there is no shortage of it. I would call the kids, but it is Sunday, and they will all sleep past noon.

I think that a Valentine is a feeling, more than anything, a feeling of love, and of being loved. It does not have to be one specific person buying flowers and candy for you.

I have made an excellent coffee this morning. It is just hot enough, and it has just the right blend of 1/2 n 1/2 and stevia. I am reading a great book. It is called, "Comeback," and it was written by a mother and a daughter, Claire and Mia Fontaine. It is about their, "journey through hell and back." Mia and I used to chat back and forth on the internet, about a year or so ago. She is a very nice person, and I am enjoying the book that she and her mother wrote, intensely.

I was wah, wahing about my lack of internet to Jeff, this morning, and told him that I was reading a book, and he said, "Well, gee, maybe you ought to right a book. Good suggestions come from good people.








The road I was on

The road was long,
but it was the road that I was on,
and now that I am here
it doesn't seem like it was that long at all.








The cats know if the snow is melting

The snow is either melting or it is not.
I can't tell from where I am sitting;
I will have to get up and go to the front door.
The cats know: they have their noses
pressed up against the window in the door.






Where are the walk the walkers?

I haven't heard from you in while,
I imagine myself saying to him,
and he says, "Well, you fired me."
That shouldn't stop your Christian self
from loving me, I think to myself,
and just walk away knowing that
he is just another talk the talker.







I want to ruin my dinner

I want so badly to take a bite
out of one of the chocolate chip cookies
that is located inside a storage container
on the counter where I am making dinner.
I do not want to wait for the rice, the
green beans, the corn, and the curried fish,
with chili sauce that I am preparing.
I just want to ruin it all with one, then two,
then three, four and five bites it's gone
of that chocolate chip cookie.







On the unfairness of the ultimate one

This coffee is amongst one of the best
coffees that I have ever sipped,
it is complimented by a homemade chocolate chip cookie
that accentuates the beauty of the coffee.
Somewhere, tonight, men dodge land mines,
and I am here; God is certainly not fair.






Walking with my new hip

I have had dinner, and I am about to walk.
My new hip, and I, will walk up and down the street
in front of the apartment where I live.
This is one of my first walks with my new hip;
hopefully we will have many, many walks together,
as the years go by.


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"God doesn't create suffering, Claire, we do. We make the world and then we break it. It occurs to me for the first time that I don't think you pray to change the world, you pray to change yourself. That you may change the world." --P. 260 Comeback, by Claire and Mia Fontaine


Namaste: The God in me sees the God in you.

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The cats are wandering about the kitchen looking for their morning snack. It is eleven o'clock: he is late with it, they think.

He is not late with it; it will not be forthcoming until he goes to the store later: he has run out of it. A wave of guilt washes over him, as he watches the cats meander about the kitchen. They love their morning snack, and he has let them down. If he was still a man of the church, he would go to confession, and tell the priest of his sin, but he must suffer without absolution. There is to be no forgiveness; the cats want their snack, and they will not quit applying the pressure until their snack arrives.

The man tries to appease them with treats from the plastic bottle that they, also, love. They eat the treats and then they laugh at him, "Do you think that this is enough? Do you think that this is enough to appease from wanting our morning snack? Have you started doing drugs, again?

The cats know a lot about him. He has had one cat for five years, and the other for two. They know what his buttons are. They know who he has slept with. They know who he has slept with that he has loved, and who he has just slept with.

The cats can be mean. They can apply a lot of pressure. You don't want us to call Molly, and tell her that you are not feeding us, do you? The cats are well fed. They have a huge bowl of dry cat food sitting on the clothes washer, behind a large container of clothes washing detergent. The detergent is there so that the dog that will eat their food can't eat their food. Molly is like the cats; she likes to find things to pick on him about.

"You are starving those cats," she will say. "I am going to take those cats away." She can't take those cats away, but she can be a pain in his ass. He got rid of her because she was a pain in his ass, and, now, the cats are threatening to bring her back.

He lays down on his bed, and pulls some pills out from a drawer in the bureau next to him. They will have their snack, he says, as he swallows all the pills.

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Empty arrogance

There is no money in short stories, she says
as she starts writing another short story,
and there is no money in poems, he says
as he starts to write another poem.
Somewhere, someone starts another useless novel
that will sell a million copies,
and a cop takes dope from a kid,
locks the kid up, and then sells the kid's dope.





I have not had the internet in three days

I am waiting for the cable man
to come fix my internet.
He has arrived.
I go into a manic fit of passion.



Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah, I imported the Cyndi Craven c.d.,
"Lessons," to my harddrive and I won't have to put the c.d.
in and out of my player every time that I want to play her!
(You have time to do these sort of things when you are not
on the internet 24/7!!)

I'm still about a hundred dollars short of making the past due
on my heating bill. I appealed the denial that unemployment
gave me, today, and I am working on a bio for a writing site
that might pay me to write for them. I'm about two weeks
away from walking without cane. If you can put some money
in my tip jar to help me out that would be such a blessing.

--Mikel K
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FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2010
A warm heart beating; I have,
but it is mine not yours
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I have no one to rub the prescribed lotion into my left foot, tonight: it is a lonely evening indeed. I can not reach my left foot due to my new hip. Would anyone like to come over and rub lotion onto my foot? Ha, ha!!
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I need some chocolate. I want some chocolate. I would really like to have some chocolate. Should I break into the bag of chocolate chips that I have in the cabinet for baking chocolate chip cookies?
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A d.u.i. can be lonely though you are surrounded by people who tell you that they are your friends: the arresting officer, the guy, or gal, who drives the van that takes you to your cell, the jailers; they are all there for you.
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I have never soaked my feet before, but I am soaking one of them right now, and I will soak the other one when I am done soaking this one. This is what my Foot Doctor told me to do for the next two weeks: soak each foot twice a day, and then apply the lotion that he gave me samples of, and a prescription for, to my feet after soaking them.

I don't think that I take very good care of my feet; I just walk in them, and expect them to hold out for me. They hold out pretty well, but, recently, both feet have developed blisters. I am diabetic so I am supposed to take extra good care of my feet.I just thought that you ought to have this foot report.
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Snow day

As long as I don't have to shovel it,
and as long as I don't have to drive in it,
I am happy to watch it fall.
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Though there is no "love" in my life, there is "love" all around me, in this hot cup of coffee that I hold, in the turtles' aquarium that sits to the right of my desk, in these two cats who live with me, in the two dogs who will soon be coming home. I feel love from my doctors, my friends, my family. Though there is no one kissing me on the lips, I feel loved.
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Although it is cold out, snowing actually, right now, I open the door a bit for the cats to stick there nose on the window and see what is going on in the world. The cats like to have this view, they love it in fact, and I cannot deny it to them to save a few bucks on the utility bill.
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Magnification

The snow is pretty,
and I don't have to
shovel it, or drive
in it, so its beauty
is magnified.
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The girl in the ad

Just a local woman(with humongous/firm breasts)
seeking a 52 year old man to settle with...
What a coincidence: I am a 52 year old man.
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Is this their exercise plan?

The cats are sprinting
from one end of the abode
to the other.
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Catch 22 For Sure

I want/need coffee
but just woke up
from a nap
and feel a bit lethargic
so I am slow to fix it.
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My turtles' water is clear
My carpet needs cleaning
It is snowing outside,
sticking to the grass,
but, not yet, the streets
and sidewalks.
It is Valentine's Day Weekend
there is no love in sight.
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I want flowers, and chocolate, and a card
that proves that you love me.
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I have no "love" for Valentine's Day,
but I do not feel left out,
for I feel "loved" somehow without a specific
person to shower me with attention.
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I was waiting at the food stand
and she came up and gave me a kiss
It was only in a dream
but it was something I was happy not to miss.
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The snow that is supposed to come soon, today

The cat jumps onto the window sill
and immediately starts inspecting for snow,
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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 2010
Is God on your side?

Your camera is broken,
your car is smashed,
your dog escaped through a hole in the fence.
Is God on your side?

Your house was foreclosed on,
the bank took your car away,
your daughter made an F in math.
Is God on your side?

You caught your love cheating,
Your doctor says you have breast cancer,
Your son broke his leg sliding into home.
Is God on your side?

This could go on forever;
you catch my drift.
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It sure would help

I'm checking in with unemployment
because they told me to
because they turned me down.
They said if you want to appeal,
you got to keep on checking in.
I'm not being either an optimist,
or a pessimist, over this,
but it sure would help to get approved.
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I dug deep in my pocked,
but there was nothing there.
I called up my banker,
he said he didn't care
that I was broke.
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Black Out

I can't remember what happened;
I don't know what to say to The Judge.
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Seeking mania

Everything seems plain today
the normal mania that invades my existence
is not here, right now.
Maybe I should drink some coffee,
to try and induce some excitement into my life.
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Where did I go?

I went into the bottle
when I went away to school,
you could see it coming,
but I wouldn't listen.

I went to L.A. running away,
from what I had been in Orlando,
and Tallahassee, a drunk,
but, when I got to L.A.
I was there with me.

Where did I go?
Where did I go?

I became a punk in Atlanta,
I fit into the scene,
there were many drunk like me.
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The old guy in the mirror

Sometimes, I look in the mirror,
and I see this older man staring back at me.
It surprises me, for a second, I wonder who he is.
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I do not want to lose my feet

I am soaking my foot in lukewarm water,
as the podiatrist instructed me to do;
and then I will apply the lotion
that he gave me to the bottom of my foot.
He gave me a large supply of samples,
I will not have to buy lotion anytime soon.
I have to take good care of my feet,
especially since I am diabetic.
A person who is diabetic can lose his feet,
if he, or she, is not careful.
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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 2010
What a computer addict misses out on

The sun shining through my window is deceptive
Opening the front door, I find that it is cold out,
like my friend on the internet told me that it would be.
Sometimes, I discover things about the real world
on the computer before I experience them
by opening a door or looking out a window.
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My get up at five a.m. plan is not working out. I got up at 8:30 this morning, but it felt like 5 a.m. if that is any consolation!

I spilled coffee on my tummy, almost the minute that I took my shirt off, this morning, to enjoy the fan that I had just turned on. The coffee that landed on my belly was hot, and helped to further wake me up.

Each day, I try not to take a pain pill(oxycodone,) but I am in pain, and I realize that that is why I have the pills. I am not a junkie, or mid-level drug abuser, scoring the pills from a drive through, somewhere in the hood. I am a patient, recovering from hip replacement surgery, and the new hip causing me a great deal of pain, if I do not take the pills.

Part of this battle of my mind, over taking the pills, comes because I am an alcoholic in recovery from the disease of alcoholism, and I don't want to change my drug of choice, and wind up right back where I was again, and wind up having to pick up a white chip in one of those rooms.

Those rooms save lives, they really do; I have heard about miracles taking place in those rooms, but, in order for me to need to pick up a white chip, I might have to go through hell, first. On that count, I have been through hell, already, for almost 2o years, and I am really enjoying my 18 years of no hell.

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Right now, I am living on food stamps. I have been turned down for unemployment, and I am appealing. My job said that I couldn't come back, because I need six to eight weeks to recover from hip replacement surgery. I have apps in for online writing work. I've got a cutoff notice on a heating bill. I thank the folks who have put money in my tip jar, but I am still asking for you to do the same to help keep the heat, and lights, on here. Thank you, in advance.

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TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 09, 2010
I'm not sure if this matters

I used to lift weights quite a bit,
but I never got a bodybuilders body.
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Know it all

Nobody has it figured out;
we are all still scratching out heads
to some degree.
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Alluring music a jerk does not make for certain not a jerk


Nick Cave once wrote that Bukowski was a jerk.
I don't know if he meant this, or was just trying
to get attention for his song. Nick Cave might be
a jerk, for all I know, though I do find his music
alluring.
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Air Born

They are having trouble putting in my new ceiling fan,
but I know that they will get it in because they always
do a good job around here.
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Come on baby check out my scar

The physical therapists who visited me, yesterday,
were quite impressed with the scar over my left hip,
the scar left over after the doctor cut me open,
cut out my old hip, and put a new one inside of me.
I have heard that some women are impressed by scars,
which scares me.
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Can I borrow your rig, mate?

I do not wish to become a junkie
strung out in the alley shooting oxycodone.
My pharmacist assured me, yesterday,
that this would not happen,
if I followed my doctor's orders,
and only used the pills as prescribed.
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If there was a waitress here I'd ask for a refill

My coffee is cold, by the time I get to it, this morning,
I have discovered a new poet who I like, and I spent too
much time with her while my coffee was waiting. I can always
brew another cup of coffee, but finding new poets that I like
is rare, so I am glad that I went with it.
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For awhile, I set my cane to the left of my desk
lean it against a picture that I don't have room on the wall for,
in this small apartment. And then, I lean it against a chair,
that sits to the right of my desk, a chair that I never sit in,
but that I use like a bookshelf, to put books, and papers,
and dirty cups, and plates, before I carry them in to the kitchen.
I am looking for a spot, where the cane is easily accessible
when I get up from my desk, where I am spending most of my time,
nursing this new hip into being one with me, where I spent most
of my time before I got the new time, where I spend most of my time,
period.
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Family Affairs

Do you guide the mother,
or does the mother guide you?
As the father scolds you,
do you scold him inside,
waiting for the day that
you can express yourself,
and tell him what an asshole
that he has always been.
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Signal before turning

There is no small ceramic dog shaking his head
on the dashboard of my second car,
there are no flowers, no magnets that say, "I am loved."
My second car is a walker, I rely less on it
than I do a cane, these days as my left hip heals.
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:47 AM0 comments Links to this post
Submission Dilemma

There are so many of them,
that I am never sure which ones to give them,
so I want to just give them the same ones over and over
until everyone in the world has read those three.
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:45 AM0 comments Links to this post
Sometimes, it's not that easy

Mother Teresa will not find
most of the people who need
her help in heaven,
and she didn't find most of
them while she was on earth.
They sit in front of us
with their hands out,
and we ignore them thinking,
perhaps, that they should
clean up, and get a job,
like we we have.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:18 AM0 comments Links to this post
This alarm delights me

I love the sound of the microwave bell
letting me know that my hot tea is ready.
I let the tea steep for a bit, in the microwave,
before I open the door, pull the cup out,
add milk, and drink.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:16 AM0 comments Links to this post
but still we are here

I was just thinking how it was weird
that neither of the cats were down
by their bowls, thinking that it was time
for their morning snack, since I had
woken up early, when Kobain came marching
into the kitchen. It is one a.m.,
far too early to be feeding that cat,
and far too early for me to have woken up.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:10 AM0 comments Links to this post
The difference between certain junkies and me

Yesterday, I learned that in certain circles
oxycodone is more popular than crack
that the junkies are shooting it, snorting it
doing with it what they do with heroin.
I have the itchies from the oxycodone that
I have been prescribed to take for pain
from my hip replacement surgery, and can't wait
to stop taking the drug.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:08 AM0 comments Links to this post
On different days

Sometimes, I feel like an old shoe
that sits in the corner ignored,
but, sometimes, I get lots of attention,
and I love it.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:07 AM0 comments Links to this post
In certain situations

I don't have your number,
so you will have to call me.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:06 AM0 comments Links to this post
A plea for millions to the Lord!

I have a friend who helps me greatly,
and expects nothing in return.
God, grant me, one day, a million dollars,
so that I can share it with him.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:05 AM0 comments Links to this post
This is great news

My physical therapist says
that it should be about a week or two
before I can put my cane down,
and start walking unassisted
with my new hip.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:03 AM0 comments Links to this post
And I'm not sure what the forecast is for today

The near constant rain that we are having
abated yesterday; some sunshine arrived.
Posted by mikel k poetat 1:01 AM0 comments Links to this post
A morning whisper

I woke up, wide awake, much too early this morning,
but, sometimes, you just have to go with it,
so I got up, and am sitting here, now, talking to you.
I imagine that you can't hear me.
I imagine that you are asleep,
but I am going to whisper in your ear, anyway.
Posted by mikel k poetat 12:59 AM0 comments Links to this post
I know what a ghost in the machine is now

My dog will never talk to me, again
but he lives on in my heart and soul.
Posted by mikel k poetat 12:59 AM0 comments Links to this post
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 08, 2010
Nobody wants me but

Maybe I have just written a best-seller,
but I am slow to review, and re-write it,
so the big bucks are not flowing in, yet,
and nobody wants my autograph, except for
a couple of credit card companies
who I couldn't pay, and they want it on a check,
and not on a copy of my memoir,
"Did you write the book of love?"





Zen dog?

My son got a new dog, yesterday
he didn't buy it from a pet store,
or get it from a dog rescue operation,
or from the pound,
he found it underneath his friend's car
as they were pulling out of a parking space.
We had to put down our oldest dog, Javi, recently
do you think that there is some sort of Zen
in the fact that this dog has show up needing love.
Javi was a golden lab; this dog, now named, Ninja
is a black lab.
Could this be Javi come back to us, Javi reincarnate?





Melanie and John just left

They evaluated me for home physical therapy
I had to pretend to use the toilet,
pretend to use a shower,
pretend to fix something in the kitchen.
I had to lay down on the bed,
and lift my leg, I had to get up,
and then balance myself on one leg.
They said that it would be a week or two,
before I could bring the dogs home.
They said that I still needed to use the cane
to get about my house.
John will be back on Wednesday,
and we will start working out.
Melanie was cute.





So, tell me...

"So, tell me about your kids and grand baby;
I assume it is that precious baby I saw in your pics.
she said to me, and I thought of it as an opportunity
to write a poem:
My oldest boy was five when I met him; quite into tv,
as I recall; a very well-behaved kid, didn't give me
any trouble at all.
He's a dad, now, got a little boy; they play for hours,
bringing each other great, great joy.
My bio boy is 20. He didn't go to college,
he is pursuing a trade: auto mechanic.
He loves his momma, and his skateboard, just got a new dog,
and the girl, my girl, who doesn't belong to me by blood, but love,
is in high school; I can't believe it.
She will graduate in two years, and then what will I do;
all my kids might be too old to need me.






Even if you don't believe

After lunch, I hear the sound of trash cans rumbling on the street, and I am thankful for garbage men, like I am thankful for the food that I have just eaten, though I forgot to pray over it. I really want to pray over my food, before I eat it; I think that it is a good idea to give thanks before eating, whether you believe in anything, or not.





No faith

She dreams, but she won't pray;
God just doesn't exist for her, today.

--Mikel K
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:40 PM0 comments Links to this post
Nobody wants me but

Maybe I have just written a best-seller,
but I am slow to review, and re-write it,
so the big bucks are not flowing in, yet,
and nobody wants my autograph, except for
a couple of credit card companies
who I couldn't pay, and they want it on a check,
and not on a copy of my memoir,
"Did you write the book of love?"
Posted by mikel k poetat 7:30 PM0 comments Links to this post
Zen dog?

My son got a new dog, yesterday
he didn't buy it from a pet store,
or get it from a dog rescue operation,
or from the pound,
he found it underneath his friend's car
as they were pulling out of a parking space.
We had to put down our oldest dog, Javi, recently
do you think that there is some sort of Zen
in the fact that this dog has show up needing love.
Javi was a golden lab; this dog, now named, Ninja
is a black lab.
Could this be Javi come back to us, Javi reincarnate?
Posted by mikel k poetat 7:27 PM0 comments Links to this post
Melanie and John just left

They evaluated me for home physical therapy
I had to pretend to use the toilet,
pretend to use a shower,
pretend to fix something in the kitchen.
I had to lay down on the bed,
and lift my leg, I had to get up,
and then balance myself on one leg.
They said that it would be a week or two,
before I could bring the dogs home.
They said that I still needed to use the cane
to get about my house.
John will be back on Wednesday,
and we will start working out.
Melanie was cute.
Posted by mikel k poetat 7:23 PM0 comments Links to this post
So, tell me...

"So, tell me about your kids and grand baby;
I assume it is that precious baby I saw in your pics.
she said to me, and I thought of it as an opportunity
to write a poem:
My oldest boy was five when I met him; quite into tv,
as I recall; a very well-behaved kid, didn't give me
any trouble at all.
He's a dad, now, got a little boy; they play for hours,
bringing each other great, great joy.
My bio boy is 20. He didn't go to college,
he is pursuing a trade: auto mechanic.
He loves his momma, and his skateboard, just got a new dog.
And the girl, my girl. who doesn't belong to me by blood,
is in high school; I can't believe it.
She will graduate in two years, and then what will I do;
all my kids might be too old to need me.
Posted by mikel k poetat 7:13 PM0 comments Links to this post
Even if you don't believe

After lunch, I hear the sound of trash cans rumbling on the street, and I am thankful for garbage men, like I am thankful for the food that I have just eaten, though I forgot to pray over it. I really want to pray over my food, before I eat it; I think that it is a good idea to give thanks before eating, whether you believe in anything, or not.
Posted by mikel k poetat 12:55 PM0 comments Links to this post
No faith

She dreams, but she won't pray;
God just doesn't exist for her, today.

I know this guy who lost his job when he told his employer that he needed 6 to 8 weeks to recover from hip replacement surgery, and unemployment turned him down because he left the job "voluntarily," limping, in pain. He eats off food stamps, and feels guilty that he is not a true American cuz he's taking a "hand out." The utility company is shutting off his heat and lights in two weeks.


The Salvation Army voice mail tells him to call The United Way, and vice versa. A friend of the guy made him a tip jar, cuz he's an artist, and she thinks maybe people would like to put some money in it because they like his writing. He asks them to put money in it to help pay his bills, feeling guilty, like a bum, like a mooch.

That guy is me. If you can help me out, I promise that I will pass it on when I get better. Right now, I'm sitting in a wheelchair, and using a cane, and a walker to get about the house. Those of you that know me know that I am not lazy. Help me out will you: you might need help one day, and they say what goes around comes around.

Peace K


http://www.mikelk.com/

---------------------------------------------


The waiting is the hardest part

I wait for my picture to upload on my computer,
as I wait for water to drip through my coffee grounds
into my cup in the kitchen. I wait for my daughter
to get back from the grocery store, from buying me
stamps: she was going to stop with a friend, for
a coffee, on the way back. I'm waiting until tomorrow
to get the antibiotics that I need, and I'm waiting
for love.






It made me cry

It made me cry:
that song made me cry.

----------------------------------------------


I look at the huge amount of oxycodone pills that are sitting on my desk, and I realize that I could probably kill myself by taking them all; but I do not want to kill myself.

Maybe some day, if Alzheimer's is eminent, or cancer is for sure taking me to heaven, or hell, and is draining all my family's emotional and financial strength, I might consider getting myself a large glass of water and start to swallow the fairly large white pills, but that is a decision for another place, and time, that is hopefully far, far away.

I once swallowed half a bottle of aspirin, in a half hearted attempt to take myself to somewhere else pther than where I was, as a full blown alcoholic, and an undiagnosed, unmedicated bi-polar human being. All that happened I soon felt worse than I had felt before I tried to cure my giant headache.

I love life, and am glad that I am here breathing the air, today. I was once on what I call "The Failed Suicide Ward," of a state mental hospital, my one toke over the line drug of choice then being LSD, and I saw people who had shot themselves in the head, and lived, people who had jumped of bridges, and out of windows, that were high above the pavement, and lived, people who had swallowed many oxycodone, and lived, and there was probable someone in there who had swallowed more aspirin than I, and lived.

Now I sit here a normal man, no wild fleeting thoughts, back and forth from the deepest corners of my mind, no drink in had; no cigarette, even; no LSD, no pot, no speed and I am happy.

I am also blessed; there may be no God, but something, or someone was looking out for me way back when when I couldn't look out for myself.

--------------------------------------------

I've had a couple of bands, in my time, most notably, "The Mikel K Band," (Google it,) and, sometimes I fantasize about having another band and what I would name it. The name, The Fuck You's, came to mind, this morning, and put a smile on my face thinking about what that name would draw to itself, or repel.

If the band had some momentum, it would be interesting to see how tv and radio and press handled the name...remember it was the B Hole Surfers who made it to radion, and not The Butthole Surfers!!!!! We can t say fuck you on the radio, yet our young soldiers die, everyday.

Couldn't you see the hello to the audience before we started to play: "Fuck You, we're The Fuck You's"

If the band had some momentum, it would be interesting to see how tv and radio and press handled the name...remember it was the B Hole Surfers who made it to radion, and not The Butthole Surfers!!!!! We can t say fuck you on the radio, yet our young soldiers die, everyday.

Mikel K Poet We could always sell out and call ourselves, "The Thank You's," to pull down the big checks.
------------------------------------------------

Like you and me

They charge you hundreds of dollars to make your pet well
They make you feel guilty that your Dad is dead,
and you buy him a casket that comes with a clothes washer.
They run for President and Vice President so that
they can steal the country blind,
and you're going out of your mind trying to figure out
how to pay credit card bills from bankers who are fucking you,
while yet another house on your street gets foreclosed.
I'm praying like hell, but "we" just invaded another country,
the world needs to be free like you and me.

----------------------------------------------


y"America is ready for another revolution!" Sarah Palin told the gathering. (She was paid a hundred thousand dollars to say this, or for her appearance, rather.)


Serge Zehmyan: Another instance of someone being technically correct for all the wrong reasons~!


Mikel K Poet: Good analysis, Serge. One man, or woman's revolution, is another man, or woman's, loss of job, and home.


------------------------------------

Hi Mikel,

I like it how you promote the realities of life and associate this with your art, so that your love for writing stands out.

Susan Abraham

--------------------------------------------
There's no sugar in my coffee

Baby, I'm running down by the river
I don't have any clothes on
You said you'd meet me
That you wanted it this way.

Last week, you said we'd meet by the ocean
but I walked in the sand alone.

--------------------------------------------

Hey, have you got something going on?

There are moments when I feel that there is nothing happening in my life, but I know that this is not true. Sometimes, I still want to be bigger, go faster, achieve dreams that belong to someone else, but I know that this is not the way to go.

If I was a multi-millionaire with my face plastered on the cover of magazines, would I be any happier than I am now, broke, behind on the bills, no money to do anything but eat at home?

I need a lover. I need a million dollar lover who has already been on the cover. Ha! That would solve everything wouldn't it: let someone else pave my way.

No way.

I need to feed the turtles, now.
I know what is important.

--Mikel K
Feb. 7 2010

----------------------------------

What's up with that?

Every time that I pay a bill,
a new bill appears.


--Mikel K

www.mikelk.com
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:42 PM0 comments Links to this post
I know this guy who lost his job when he told his employer that he needed 6 to 8 weeks to recover from hip replacement surgery, and unemployment turned him down because he left the job "voluntarily," limping, in pain. He eats off food stamps, and feels guilty that he is not a true American cuz he's taking a "hand out." The utility company is shutting off his heat and lights in two weeks.


The Salvation Army voice mail tells him to call The United Way, and vice versa. A friend of the guy made him a tip jar, cuz he's an artist, and she thinks maybe people would like to put some money in it because they like his writing. He asks them to put money in it to help pay his bills, feeling guilty, like a bum, like a mooch.

That guy is me. If you can help me out, I promise that I will pass it on when I get better. Right now, I'm sitting in a wheelchair, and using a cane, and a walker to get about the house. Those of you that know me know that I am not lazy. Help me out will you. You might need help one day, and they say what goes around comes around.

Peace K


http://www.mikelk.com/
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:19 PM0 comments Links to this post
The waiting is the hardest part

I wait for my picture to upload on my computer,
as I wait for water to drip through my coffee grounds
into my cup in the kitchen. I wait for my daughter
to get back from the grocery store, from buying me
stamps: she was going to stop with a friend, for
a coffee, on the way back. I'm waiting until tomorrow
to get the antibiotics that I need, and I'm waiting
for love.
Posted by mikel k poetat 2:58 PM0 comments Links to this post
It made me cry

It made me cry:
that song made me cry.
Posted by mikel k poetat 10:56 AM0 comments Links to this post
I look at the huge amount of oxycodone pills that are sitting on my desk, and I realize that I could probably kill myself by taking them all; but I do not want to kill myself.

Maybe some day, if Alzheimer's is eminent, or cancer is for sure taking me to heaven, or hell, and is draining all my family's emotional and financial strength, I might consider getting myself a large glass of water and start to swallow the fairly large white pills, but that is a decision for another place, and time, that is hopefully far, far away.

I once swallowed half a bottle of aspirin, in a half hearted attempt to take myself to somewhere else pther than where I was, as a full blown alcoholic, and an undiagnosed, unmedicated bi-polar human being. All that happened I soon felt worse than I had felt before I tried to cure my giant headache.

I love life, and am glad that I am here breathing the air, today. I was once on what I call "The Failed Suicide Ward," of a state mental hospital, my one toke over the line drug of choice then being LSD, and I saw people who had shot themselves in the head, and lived, people who had jumped of bridges, and out of windows, that were high above the pavement, and lived, people who had swallowed many oxycodone, and lived, and there was probable someone in there who had swallowed more aspirin than I, and lived.

Now I sit here a normal man, no wild fleeting thoughts, back and forth from the deepest corners of my mind, no drink in had; no cigarette, even; no LSD, no pot, no speed and I am happy.

I am also blessed; there may be no God, but something, or someone was looking out for me way back when when I couldn't look out for myself.
Posted by mikel k poetat 9:42 AM0 comments Links to this post
I've had a couple of bands, in my time, most notably, "The Mikel K Band," (Google it,) and, sometimes I fantasize about having another band and what I would name it. The name, The Fuck You's, came to mind, this morning, and put a smile on my face thinking about what that name would draw to itself, or repel.

If the band had some momentum, it would be interesting to see how tv and radio and press handled the name...remember it was the B Hole Surfers who made it to radion, and not The Butthole Surfers!!!!! We can t say fuck you on the radio, yet our young soldiers die, everyday.

Couldn't you see the hello to the audience before we started to play: "Fuck You, we're The Fuck You's"

If the band had some momentum, it would be interesting to see how tv and radio and press handled the name...remember it was the B Hole Surfers who made it to radion, and not The Butthole Surfers!!!!! We can t say fuck you on the radio, yet our young soldiers die, everyday.

Mikel K Poet We could always sell out and call ourselves, "The Thank You's," to pull down the big checks.
Posted by mikel k poetat 9:36 AM0 comments Links to this post
Like you and me

They charge you hundreds of dollars to make your pet well
They make you feel guilty that your Dad is dead,
and you buy him a casket that comes with a clothes washer.
They run for President and Vice President so that
they can steal the country blind,
and you're going out of your mind trying to figure out
how to pay credit card bills from bankers who are fucking you,
while yet another house on your street gets foreclosed.
I'm praying like hell, but "we" just invaded another country,
the world needs to be free like you and me.
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:52 AM0 comments Links to this post
"America is ready for another revolution!" Sarah Palin told the gathering. (She was paid a hundred thousand dollars to say this, or for her appearance, rather.)


Serge Zehmyan another instance of someone being technically correct for all the wrong reasons~!


Mikel K Poet Good analysis, Serge. One man, or woman's revolution, is another man, or woman's, loss of job, and home.
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:41 AM0 comments Links to this post
Hi Mikel,

I like it how you promote the realities of life and associate this with your art, so that your love for writing stands out.

Susan Abraham
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:32 AM0 comments Links to this post
There's no sugar in my coffee

Baby, I'm running down by the river
I don't have any clothes on
You said you'd meet me
That you wanted it this way.

Last week, you said we'd meet by the ocean
but I walked in the sand alone.
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:31 AM0 comments Links to this post
Hey, have you got something going on?

There are moments when I feel that there is nothing happening in my life, but I know that this is not true. Sometimes, I still want to be bigger, go faster, achieve dreams that belong to someone else, but I know that this is not the way to go.

If I was a multi-millionaire with my face plastered on the cover of magazines, would I be any happier than I am now, broke, behind on the bills, no money to do anything but eat at home?

I need a lover. I need a million dollar lover who has already been on the cover. Ha! That would solve everything wouldn't it: let someone else pave my way.

No way.

I need to feed the turtles, now.
I know what is important.

--Mikel K
Feb. 7 2010
Posted by mikel k poetat 8:14 AM0 comments Links to this post
Bo Guitar
James Bass
Shanti Flute
K Word
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:52 AM0 comments Links to this post
What's up with that?

Every time that I pay a bill,
a new bill appears.
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:51 AM0 comments Links to this post
A note to myself about smoking: a reminder

Having been a smoker, from the ages of 18 to 38, I know how it is, and I know that nobody, but you, can tell you when to quit. It is a very personal decision, and the more people nag at you, the more likely that you are to not quit.

That said, I will say that smoking sucks. Smoking had me by the balls, and was trying to drag me into an early death. I was coughing blood after a good bender, I had bronchitis all the time. I hated cigarettes, but I would reach for one upon waking, and I would have one in my mouth for most of the day.

There was nothing "cool" about it. Cigarettes did not compliment my leather jacket.

Cigarettes were trying to rob me from time with my children, and grandchildren. Cigarettes were trying to keep me from writing all the great poems that are still left in me, that need time to come out.

People who smoke now smell like an ashtray to me. Cigarettes still scare me. I don't want to pick up ever again; and for this reason I pray to The Lord, every morning, to keep me off cigarettes(as well as drugs, and booze.)

I pray for those who still smoke that they can quit when they want to quit.

Desire is a great thing.

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A new way of walking

It has been raining most of the week,
but I have, mostly, not noticed it
because I am confined to a wheelchair,
recovering from hip replacement surgery.
Confined is a bit of a misnomer:
I am also walking about the abode with a cane.
It is a new way of life for me,
using all these gadgets to get around;
I am blessed that it is not a permanent thing.

I never thought of it this way

It is hot by my desk, though there are cold patches
in this efficiency apartment that I live in.
My heating bill is way too high, I could use the money
to buy food, but I will have to eat less.
Considering that I need to lose forty pounds,
maybe it is good that my heating bill is high.







You cannot go over my turtles in a barrel

The water gurgling out of the filter in the turtle's aquarium
sounds, sometimes, like a mini Niagra Falls.
I went to Niagra Falls, once, when I was a kid,
so I know what I am talking about.








But my love for you is eternal

I'm in a wheelchair, but I'm only in it temporarily,
and, for this, I am very grateful.

I am using a walker, but I am only using it temporarily,
and, for this, I am grateful

I am walking with a cane, but I am only walking with it
temporarily, and, for this, I am thankful.






Satan was crying out for more cocaine

And I was crying because my baby had left me,
kicked me out on the street,
there was no pillow on the park bench,
and the foam behind the abandoned church got wet quick.
I never met anyone who I related to in The Soup Line,
and I soon missed taking a shower,
so I told the lady that I was wrong.







Any better now

I was going to say to her, "Hey, didn't I know you?"
but I didn't do it, because she was a bitch way back
then, and I doubt that her treatment of me would be
any better now.






You never know where anybody has been

I am crushed, if you don't love me.
I am crushed, if you don't pay me attention,
like a beer can used, crumpled
and thrown out into the street.






No more evening snoring

I am trying not to take a nap,
so that I can stay on this
get up at five a.m. thing.






Thought to ponder

Someone said that if libraries did not exist
that capitalists could sell more books.






Poor Thing

I think that the host must have gone down the wrong way
when she swallowed it on Sunday.

It went straight to hell, and though she thinks that she is basking
in the body of Christ, Satan rules her mind.






My turtles talk to me

Turtles get used to you, like dogs, and cats, and other household pets do. I noticed, one day, that when a friend approached my turtle tank that my turtles moved to the other end of the tank. They do not do this when I approach the tank. I guess they know who holds the hand that feeds them.

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As I think I told you, when it gets time to pray, I can never remember most of the people who I want to pray for, and the people who have asked me to pray for them(who I want to pray for also!) I don't get tied up about Christ or Allah, Buddha or Krishna when I pray...I just pray like hell. I don't say any prayers that a church gave me...I just talk to God/My Higher Power/ The Creator as I would to you.

The other day, I decided to try two new things in my praying: 1) I would do a timed 7 minute prayer in the afternoon on top of my shorter morning and evening prayers, and 2) I would start a list of those who have asked me to pray for them, as well as those I love and pray for without being requested to: sort of organized praying, with no one organizing me, but me, the way that I think that it should be.

I don't know if there is a God, but I have faith in something; maybe it is the universal spirit that moves through all of us. I don't care. I like having faith. Without having faith, I might be lost.

If you would like to be added to my prayer list(or positive affirmation list you can think of it, if you have doubts about God, or don't believe in the concept at all, let me know.

God Bless Us All
Mikel K
Feb. 6, 2010



K Prayer List(Feel free to pray for these people, also; if you like...or send them positive affirmations.

Pam(in the final stages of cancer.) Ease her pain Lord.
Cynthia(Cuz she asked!)
Andrea's Mom(In a nursing home/might never go home.) I love her Lord. Please treat her right at The Home.
Lana Turner--Little Lana is just a small child and she has cancer. Please heal her Lord.
David--Tough times now; guide him, Lord.
Mitch and Diana--Guide their writing, and their love for each other, please Lord.
CC--Keep her happy, and motivated. Amen.

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Hmmmmmmm, maybe I'll start the First Church of K. I am really trying to love everybody. This means that I have to overcome a past of anger, resentment, and jealous. Is it possible to change from bad to good. I think that it is.

The church is behind on the heating bill. I have a cut off notice. If you could help me out by putting some money in the wonderful tip jar that singer songwriter Cyndi Craven put together for me, it would really be a blessing.

Thanks
K
Posted by mikel k poetat 6:33 AM0 comments Links to this post
As I think I told you, when it gets time to pray, I can never remember most of the people who I want to pray for, and the people who have asked me to pray for them(who I want to pray for also!) I don't get tied up about Christ or Allah, Buddha or Krishna when I pray...I just pray like hell. I don't say any prayers that a church gave me...I just talk to God/My Higher Power/ The Creator as I would to you.

The other day, I decided to try two new things in my praying: 1) I would do a timed 7 minute prayer in the afternoon on top of my shorter morning and evening prayers, and 2) I would start a list of those who have asked me to pray for them, as well as those I love and pray for without being requested to: sort of organized praying, with no one organizing me, but me, the way that I think that it should be.

I don't know if there is a God, but I have faith in something; maybe it is the universal spirit that moves through all of us. I don't care. I like having faith. Without having faith, I might be lost.

If you would like to be added to my prayer list(or postive affirmation list you can think of it, if you have doubts about God, or don't believe in the concept at all, let me know.

God Bless Us All
Mikel K
Feb. 6, 2010

K Prayer List(Feel free to pray for these people, also; if you like...or send them positive affirmations.

Pam(in the final stages of cancer.) Ease her pain Lord.
Cynthia(Cuz she asked!)
Andrea's Mom(In a nursing home/might never go home.) I love her Lord. Please treat her right at The Home.
Lana Turner--Little Lana is just a small child and she has cancer. Please heal her Lord.
David--Tough times now; guide him, Lord.
Mitch and Diana--Guide their writing, and their love for each other, please Lord.
CC--Keep her happy, and motivated. Amen.
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A note to myself: a reminder

Having been a smoker, from the ages of 18 to 38, I know how it is, and I know that nobody, but you, can tell you when to quit. It is a very personal decision, and the more people nag at you, the more likely that you are to not quit.

That said, I will say that smoking sucks. Smoking had me by the balls, and was trying to drag me into an early death. I was coughing blood after a good bender, I had bronchitis all the time. I hated cigarettes, but I would reach for one upon waking, and I would have one in my mouth for most of the day.

There was nothing "cool" about it. Cigarettes did not compliment my leather jacket.

Cigarettes were trying to rob me from time with my children, and grandchildren. Cigarettes were trying to keep me from writing all the great poems that are still left in me, that need time to come out.

People who smoke now smell like an ashtray to me. Cigarettes still scare me. I don't want to pick up ever again; and for this reason I pray to The Lord, every morning, to keep me off cigarettes(as well as drugs, and booze.)

I pray for those who still smoke that they can quit when they want to quit.

Desire is a great thing.
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A new way of walking

It has been raining most of the week,
but I have, mostly, not noticed it
because I am confined to a wheelchair,
recovering from hip replacement surgery.
Confined is a bit of a misnomer:
I am also walking about the abode with a cane.
It is a new way of life for me,
using all these gadgets to get around;
I am blessed that it is not a permanent thing.
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I never thought of it this way

It is hot by my desk, though there are cold patches
in this efficiency apartment that I live in.
My heating bill is way too high, I could use the money
to buy food, but I will have to eat less.
Considering that I need to lose forty pounds,
maybe it is good that my heating bill is high.
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You cannot go over my turtles in a barrel

The water gurgling out of the filter in the turtle's aquarium
sounds, sometimes, like a mini Niagra Falls.
I went to Niagra Falls, once, when I was a kid,
so I know what I am talking about.

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But my love for you is eternal

I'm in a wheelchair, but I'm only in it temporarily,
and, for this, I am very grateful.

I am using a walker, but I am only using it temporarily,
and, for this, I am grateful

I am walking with a cane, but I am only walking with it
temporarily, and, for this, I am thankful.



Mikel,

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