Ode to Writing Sonnets in May

Oh May I love thee so.
I put my eggs in my basket of hope
I ask for forgiveness for
Estrangement
And I beg for a
New
Guitar to
Come in the
Mail
If that be
To the liking
Of those who
Like my
Sonnets

Ode to Understanding Construction

I bless that I may
In times believe
But other times
Redress

Ode to the Passover Moon

Oh moon so full
I see your shadow in my head tonight
Your color is a maize color of yellow
And I suspect that you have seen
In your light gone by
The death of the first newborn
As well as
The blood of
Sheep

Leaning into the Sun and Asking for a Flashlight

Busy yourself with a new verb each day.  If you like to walk, run in circles.  But that is good and fine, you can ride that horse and drink beer at the same time! 
Be a pauper in your ego and be a star in your super ego.
Brighten the day with a new toy once in a while.
But that said, do not forget to wave your hand at the passerbys.

Ode to Discovering I really do like my Ipod

Oh brother who has afforded me the luxury of a 4 GB Ipod
I am so happy to tell you
That as it sat in a drawer and elsewhere for over 3 years or more
I now have embraced the idea of
Filling it up so much indeed
With all the songs that sat
Dormant in my dusty CD collection
Over all the many years
That I indeed did
Not have a plan
To use any such item
To fulfill the mitzvah
Of happiness and health
And only now
Do I realize that
This Ipod which I thought
I had no use for indeed
Is going to be
Quite the delight
Thanks
Its time to load up some tunes

Ode to the lifting of my tzarros

Dear Tzarros,
I am such releived that you have left my soul.
I hope you come back if I ever fuck up so badly again.
It was a pleasure to have you
You left me a better man
I never want to go through that again
But you did not kill me
You just made me a fright
And with that
I gained
Sight.

Remembering myself in the time after I may be laid to rest

I must say that if anyone out there ever cares to read this blog and find me amusing in any sense and wishes to make certain that all my wishes are carried out after I leave this world, please play on all the radio stations "Straight on" by Heart after my funeral is concluded. That would bring tears to my eyes. I know this is nearly a psychotic thought that someone would actually care for me at that length or that my relevance to the common world was so known that it would be of any caliber that might make another person affectionate for my passions, but this is my wish if it ever might be carried out.

The Problem with Today's thinking

The problem today is that everyone wants to change thier pocket.  They have not yet decided that they want to repair the world.

Prince and my plan

I didn't know how much I liked Prince until this morning.  I just heard Little Red Corvette on the radio and I must say it struck my heavenly place of rememberance for a time period when the world really was peaceful in the 1980s.  I never had a worry about the future and I never had a concern for money, life's pleasures or the idea that I was not fit in any sense as a human being.  I just existed and back then Little Red Corvette played on the radio station.
So I just bid on Ebay to buy one of Prince's 2 CD set of Greatest Hits.  I must say that if I get it for 8 dollars with 3 dollars postage I bet I am in good shape.
I must say that I did not realize I liked Prince and I must even admit that i cursed his name and day when I was a kid because I guess I really did not like men to wear purple who were black performers that had voices that did not stimulate my love for terrible new things in life.  I was a fool in that regard, but I was just a kid.  So be good to me and if you like it, I'll have you visit my CD collection in future blogs on this particular blog entry!