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she calls me from
across the world
and even though
she is not here
I can feel her through
that digital signal
her voice makes me happy
her words elate me
and I am taken to another
plane of existence
I wish I could hold her
and tell her the things
I tell her online
or on the phone
I know she is real
and yet she is not there
the curse of the 21st century
better technology
better communication
but still missing that
indefinable human
and you know
what makes it all
worth it?
SHE makes it all
worth it
her love, her words
her spirit shines through
the cold satellites
and distant space
so even though the flesh
can’t touch
the spirit connects
on levels that are sublime
and hidden from the rest
my heart is yours
and you give yourself to me
a cosmic exchange

I love you

Long Distance Relationship by tsamba

Long Distance Relationship by tsamba

they are all down here
including these two
brother and sister
arguing over me
and my opinion

as I write this poem
they go back and forth
and it goes on and on
he defends me and
she calls me an asshole

as she stuffs her face
with a stuffed pepper
and spews her acid
against me

I can feel the hate
and it makes me smile

I am so special
that you get all
worked up about me

that you want to
waste your hate

right now people are dying
from governments and disease
from CIA plots and machinations
but I am above all that

I am special on your list
and you are nothing on mine

enjoy your drama, oh woman
live it out like the best
Maury episodes you’ve
seen on T.V.

I’ll still be sipping on my drink
and living life through
sugarcane eyes

and enjoying it

I sit here
at the laptop
sipping my rum
and coke

I think about her
and the things that
have been and the
things that can be

connections and
absomance by
a virtual means
and 21stcentury modes

digitized images
and imaginations
from a past
long, long gone

an alchemy of
the lost and the dead
of the real and unreal
and those in between

heaven and hell
are the remnants of
the stories we
were told as children

another sip, another
stroke of death’s hand
and I still laugh
at the cluster fuck of it all

the cuntpunchers
and the whoresuckers
the gone from here
and the now of there ahead

we ride and jam
into the great adventure
of no inhibitions
and jungle instinct

I will come to you soon,
my love

Rum and Coke Image Courtesy of

Rum and Coke Image Courtesy of

Hey there, folks! I’m sure my readers have noticed I’ve been absent from my daily blog posts. Just thought I’d update everyone on what’s been going on recently. Well, I’m still out of a job and am still looking. New York, Westchester County in particular, sucks when it comes to jobs now. This is especially true for unskilled laborers such as myself. My main background is in retail but nobody – NOBODY – is hiring. I’ve also been trying to shoot for some writing gigs. One was for an Android game apps reviewer but I haven’t heard anything back. My girlfriend and I are still looking to move and leave Yonkers. In all this, we’ve been making and pushing our music and art. I haven’t been doing much original writing lately as I’ve been focused on my music and trying to get my OKAY IS BETTER E.P. together. I finally got a mic so I can really get into recording instruments and vocals over the stuff that I got going on in my Reason program. I will let y’all know when I figure out a release date and have it up.

Unfortunately, there’s been some drama going on in my personal life. I know I usually air it all out but it’s been so draining and on such a level of bullshit, that I really don’t wish to revisit any of it. Suffice it to say, my faith in humanity has diminished even more (I didn’t think there was any faith left to diminish!). These days, in America at least, a person will sell their own mother out for five dollars. People are so desperate and helpless because the system has fucked them over so hard, they turn on their own for whatever power trip they can grab. Of course, if Americans would put their iPhones down for a few minutes, do their civic duty and engage in the political system,  actually parent their children, and build strong communities, they wouldn’t feel so helpless and bamboozled by the system and the elites that run it. People won’t find a fulfilling life from technological gadgets, money, or anything else like that. This is why America, and the rest of the world, is going straight to hell. It’s time for humanity to look inward. The one good thing that came out of the drama was that I found out that not only can any old rand0m person call up one’s former employer and claim to be checking references in order to  find information on that person, but that my former employer – after assuring me they’d give me good references – was bad mouthing me to potential employers. No wonder I’ve been having trouble getting a job. It’s bad enough we’re fighting over the few jobs that are available like hungry dogs over the last bone, but since my old employer has been bad-mouthing me, my chances of getting a job have been reduced to practically nil. Anyway, onward.

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In the midst of all this chaos, I do have some good news. I got engaged to my girlfriend yesterday. We are hoping to be married in a couple of months – on my birthday – though we may have to delay it. We’ll have to see how our other situations go. I am very excited because at thirty-six, I’ve never come anywhere near getting married. We’re in love and we’re building a future together. Yeah, we’re broke and it’ll be a struggle but we’ve been through so much already. If all this other stuff hasn’t stopped us, I doubt there is much that will. Besides, in 21st century America, big, lavish weddings are a luxury for people with money. We’re happy with a simple civil ceremony. We might have a more “official” type of event later on. I have a feeling I’ll be watching a lot of Mad About You and Married with Children reruns in the coming weeks.  I’m sure Al Bundy will have some solid marriage advice for me.

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Okay, folks. That’s it for the update. Sorry for my sudden disappearance. Sometimes blogging needs to take a back seat to getting the food on the table and using what last bit of energy I have left to create my art. I hope to have some more original writing up on here as well. Stay tuned. I’ve got more posts coming! Have a great day, everybody out there! :D

The Meta Bard


I am a lucky man. My girlfriend Victoria is not only a beautiful, funny, intelligent, and overall wonderful woman, she’s got the creative drive like me. Poetry, art, and taking gorgeous photographs are her media of choice to work with. Some people might wonder if we have tension or competition between us but that’s  not something that enters into the conversation. We have respect for one another’s talent and vision so we work to strengthen that together. Creatives understand creatives.

Today I am dedicating this blog post to her and her work.  I think everybody should have a glimpse of what and who leaves me in awe every day.

Oh, and everyone should stop on over at Victoria’s DeviantArt page:


by Victoria del Bene

I go home to the tiny
Apartment we share
Every day after work
To his waiting arms.

We embrace and make
Small talk, I take off
My coat, my shoes
Sometimes my pants
And even my shirt

He likes to touch me
Simply to touch.

I confess to him,
For sometimes I am sad
As sorrowful, lost souls
Tend to be
My heart heavy
My melancholy great
Yet he takes my hand
Tells me to be strong

And I am.

Usually this is followed
By a smoke, a few tokes
To ease into the after work
Hours, ease into relaxation
Ease into his arms
Kiss his wanting mouth, ease
The smoke from my breath
Into him, sharing the hit.

Listening to the easy sounds
Of gentle melodies,
And even some Reggae
Incense smoke mixing
With herbal smoke
Mixing with candle scent
Mixing with the calm
Of the moment.

We sometimes run errands
Grab a bottle of wine
To keep us warm
Keep our cheeks flush
Our blood thick
With the amorous potion.

Grab a pepper, an onion or two
Cilantro, fresh basil
Mozzarella? Fresh cream?
What does the recipe call for?

We get home to the
Cozy cave, on the cozy
Couch, in our cozy
And cozy up more.

We cook dinner together
Late as always
Music plays as I
Serenade his palate
With the magic I work
On everything I create
Sometimes in one pan
On nothing more than
A few bucks.

He compliments me
On the meal and
My heart soars.

Finally, full of food
Full of love
Sleepy from the comfort
Of this night and
So many nights before
We make our way to
The bedroom
Falling gently asleep, arms
Encircling one another.


Love, Happiness, and Creativity

Two Souls, One Heart (Love, Creativity, and Happiness)



duplicitous bitches
that smile like ice cream
on a Sunday afternoon

revenge and a quick wink
instant and insane
we play this game

the battle was lost
but the war never ended
and death still remains

vomit the hatred
vomit the blood
of the damned

stay away lost one
and know your place

America's Favorite Toy by bleste

America’s Favorite Toy by bleste

the wine speaks and I

sometimes it’s hard to understand
we eventually find a way to

usually Beethoven or Mozart
help translate these
strange and terrible

these are the kinds of things
that drive men to

Goya would be jealous

of course we both have had
our visions of

he painted them on walls
I write them on paper
will the world ever
really truly understand

some will say they do
but those people are the same
type who say they understand

they are merely cultists

I guess only the mad
will understand
the mad

while the rest will be
devoured in an orgy
of cannibalism
and hypocrisy

like hungry wolves
fucking the dead

Witches Sabbath by Francisco Goya

Witches Sabbath by Francisco Goya