a few angry poems and some straight talk

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May 13 by The Running Son

photo credit: cant recall, plus dud may not want me 2

photo credit: cant recall, plus dude may not want me 2 credit him

I was very alarmed at an exchange of mus-understandings this morning.

My blog… is a no-identity blog. and because i really dont know what the hell it is, i have a liberty sometimes to post off-topic stuff.. because it’s never off topic in a life blog.

Some have life blogs. I blog life. Some have clean expressions of themselves. I blog as dirty as life itself… if i possibly can, which is NOT easy.

To clean up a life blog is to clean up a life. Fine, but if others see a nice yard and miss the dirty empty house,

what     is     the     point

of a life blog, or blogging in the first place, shy of self promotion of course. If you are a teacher or a coach of others, I am sorry, but i cannot respect a life i cannot digest. Got it? If you are hidden, i do not know you, and cannot anticipate your hidden fears or resentments or real joys.

I have created and abandoned a million ideas. I have tried and failed at a thousand.

I have succeeded at a few and I have offended a few people too. But let’s be clear. No matter what I write or how i blog-style, I am not a bigot and never have been, that I can remember, nor a racist.

I am Jewish. I dated a black girl once, if u giva-crapola. got acquaintances of every race sex and persuasion world-wide.

I am a person, and we people will only get through these racist and bigoted attitudes by talking about them, and not cleaning them up all tidy, like the face of some blog.

So sir or mam, i will not clean errant comments up made by me or you. shy of bad language it will remain, like life mistakes and misfires do, and like scars and age does. I will let it go, like my punctuation and grammar of late, and be part of the non-identity that is life… our identity, in the end, is not our creation, but the combined tally of all mistakes and godly gifts and good efforts.

as promised, 2 angry poems I wrote so I wouldn’t be angry/hurt/all that. I hope you do not like them. I hope they sit wrong. If not you may have missed a point or 2. 😉

the @$$-kick list

jack-dogs
urban-pucks
mob-dicks
star-dixons
taxi-bums
cali-fencers
bar-dopes
bun-floppers
shade-eaters
pop-slacks
tin-spinners
pappy-gimps
gin-laggers
tripe-tippers
ponzy-bogs
smthy-bags
gym-pimps
mask-fakers
task-ministers
sage-splitters
nonprocessors
pepper-cocks
collar-tramps
blog-punkers
dump-sippers
tripe-minded
clap-atters
banter-necks
mossy-mouths
toe-juicers
eye-sanders
head-lags
lugs-johns
and bi-

hustlers

bad poem

h
a
te
poe
m’s.
its a
language
gone dissonant
when friends go
quiet -. . -. . .|
pull back
a safe distance
to bi-far harbor-
viewing stations,
then just listen- . .- .|
to rocks, sounds,
sand-shifts, rifts
luck, & sandshine
from the din of
up-sick & off-tuned
turned backlands.
words fail me.
no coded meta-
heart jargon or
colloquial piss
christianic trick,
or stick, can pierce
equidistant-archs.

•|)- – (•) – -(|•

I am grit-energetic
& not sand-safe.
out-decks grace u
& muffle whatever
affronts, flies, flecks,
dives, or deck-
silences the quiet
of turned backs
that forgot to dial
off & then din-check.
back again to the
blu reader feeding
on dark-sparks
and the dark-red
energy of ‘like’–
a comment on
a new search
for a cool
verna
cular
for
fal-
ling
in
lo
v
e.

.

j

feelin better. hope you all understood. I dont talk to people normal these days. Only poetry and comments. So…… hello.

JIm

EDIT: and no i wont delete this post. 😉

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25 thoughts on “a few angry poems and some straight talk

  1. sarahcolliver says:

    Too bloomin right….honesty in a world of bull is a blessing. x

    • Blessings.
      And bless you.
      May break away a bit
      here & again

      as i comment,
      in case I
      Hachoooooohh!
      And I say F-me!

      you say, bless you.
      you say bloomin’
      and I try to friend you
      What? This aint no facybook

      tuning share topics
      to the color
      of the blues, and friending by the thousands
      verses blogging in twos.

      This is blog-hop.
      rocking comments
      and stoppin here. I’m done droppin timing.
      I find there is irony

      in Cali-white-boy sain, whass uppp!
      Ever gone tissue shopping or blog mining?

      Come back!

      Jim x <–like that x. promise only use it once. For non-profit blog-easy reasons.≈≈≈

  2. Staci says:

    inspired immaculately

  3. 1WriteWay says:

    I like the straight talk and your blog is that … Your blog. You write what you want. That’s the point, the only point, in my most humble opinion. Namaste. ~Marie

  4. kip says:

    I think blogging is one of the best therapies out there!

  5. christilong says:

    Seems like today hasn’t been kind to you. I’m sorry 😦

    • thanks christi. the day could easily be blamed. I have as much to account for as everyone… and well, i participate somehow in my own dis-comfort and must learn that rejecting bad days is dis-comforting, like acting badly.

      there you go. lots of long wind in response to a perfectly short calm comment.

      I consider it self-therapy, and you my temporary, unpaid, unwitting blog-therapist, and my hour monolog is over. 😉

      jim

      • christilong says:

        I’ll take the temporary title. Better to share your disappointment/hurt instead of pretending it isn’t there.

        You don’t have to reject bad days, but be aware that they do come. And in some ways, it’s okay.

        Also, I like how this blog windows your life. I’m baffled by how much you write and think it’s very cool. I’m not sure if you’re wanting encouragement, but I guess, I’m giving you some.

        • yes,.. encourage me to get balance. I need to hear that more than write 30 poems a day. I fear I am burning myself low and gotta corral the wild horsies… ooof

          but with the encouragement like yours I continue on. no plan… just see where identity-free messy blogs end up.

          Jim

          • christilong says:

            Jim don’t see your blog as a messy one. Look at it as something you’ve beautifully created. Yes, it may be identity free but you’ve created something out of nothing and that’s pure magic.

            Be encouraged, yo.

            Is it odd to think of a song when reading the word ‘balance’ …?

            • hehe yes. balance is a strange “prompt”

              thank you sincerely for the comments and encouragement. As poems drift back into blogrolls, the ideas in them remain within me, again unexpressed. one such is….. bloggers are…. no, people are afflicted with a loneliness virus, that can be sometimes healed a simply as by commenting and liking.

              my opinion on both.

              bless u, C.
              j

            • christilong says:

              I agree.

  6. I almost messed up your pretty set of squares up there, but then thought better of it. Be you, Jim. Be you. Honesty is always better.

  7. I appear to have ruffled one persons feathers too. I believe adopting you as my son is becoming more and more fitting, lol, we appear to be riding the same roller-coaster.

    • good B and I say let it ride. We can all give ourselves heart-attacks and strokes and friggin aneurisms by getting worked up before the ride is over. You’re a good one b. One of the good ones. I value that.

      • Whew, not in it alone and neither are you. It’s odd to me that when we write it may be ( or not ) our personal opinions or just observations about life or our own experiences sometimes; yet someone can choose to make it personal. Writing is expression of all sorts of things; and if someone doesn’t enjoy it, why not just skip it or don’t click like, or don’t follow. (smiles)

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