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“A REVELATION OF LOVE” (Poem)

“An inexorable pull, that tightens its grip
It never lets go ,I never feel it slip
This passion, this connection, which barely lets me sleep
Exciting and scary, its something that I wish to keep

Never dreamed that my heart, would feel like this once again
To feel so close, and so fully wide open
Its a sign, an omen, of good things stlll to come
When I see her and hear her, my heart beats like a drum

She appeared in a dream, I’d seen her before
We met and embraced, and our passion, it soared
Like an old movie, that was replayed, on the big silver screen
Like a story I already knew, a long forgotten scene

My mind has been blown, by this revelation of love
She was sent at the right time, by someone from above
My muse, my dream, my partner in crime
I’m fully hers, for now—— and for all time.”

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“BRIANS SEXUAL HARRASSMENT LAWSUIT”

Well it finally happened. I’m being taken to court for sexual harassment. the plaintiff? MY BED.

Here is a transcript from my Trial:

JUDGE MANWHALEN: “Alll riiiise!”

(Everyone stands)

JUDGE MANWHALEN: “Will the plaintiff come forward and approach the stand?”

(Brian’s Bed wobbles to the stand—yes beds wobble. )

BRIANS BED:” Your honor, thank you. I am here to accuse—-THAT MAN(Aims bed post at Brian, who has head in hands) Of sexual abuse, indecent exposure?  And all other sorts of —viiiiile activities. UGH”

JUDGE:” Continue—–”

BRIANS BED:” This —ABUSE—has been going on for decades. I was always too afraid to come forward?” Continue Reading »

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POEM “THE MARK OF CAIN”

“Some were born to sway the heart,
Others to sway the mind
Others were born to lie and cheat
The restless, hurtin kind
Which one you are, depends upon,
the beast you feed within
Do you have the Mark of Cain?,
The face of those who sin?
So often we find,those of unclear mind
Will see the flaw in us
They’ll curse and point and scream and shout
And quickly throw us under the bus
And yet, How easy it is, to scream and yell
At another’s iniquities
And to miss ones own sin,the beast within
The Mark of Cain—– in Hell

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“THE MYSTERY OF THE MAN WITH THE SCARY FACE”

“THE MYSTERY OF THE MAN WITH THE SCARY FACE”

Today started out the a regular day. I got up, and was getting ready to do my normal routine when I realized I had no snacks to go along with my morning tea,

Cursing my lack of foresight, I quickly got dressed and made a pilgrimage to a nearby store. As I picked out my items, I saw the clerk looking at me. He looked concerned as I approached the counter.

“You tiiyaa?” He said

“Oh Yeah” I laughed, “I was up allll night. Couldn’t sleep.”

The clerk continued looking at me with concern as he rang up my items—he then gave me a small container of apricot juice.

“No no,” I said ” I didn’t buy that”

He smiled. “Is free. Free for you. ” Continue Reading »

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ESSAY—-MY 2 BILLION CENTS: WE NEED TO FIX THIS SHIT NOW!

In these times of apparent death, misery, fire and flooding, I would like all my friends to consider what I have to say here.

We are under attack—-and instead of recognizing this fact and organizing and fighting against this attack, we are being divided against each other: “Men Vs women”, “Gay vs Straight”,” Religious vs Atheist”, “Democrat vs Republican and on and on.

And all the while this is happening, the people running the show are using the military to weaponize and manipulate the weather with YOUR tax dollars(weather they are blaming on you) to destroy your homes, take over land and control resources.

They are putting additives in the food to make you ill and then profiting off that illness thru the medical system.

They have created a financial system that works off debt and war to keep us working so hard that we can never rise up and make any meaningful change.

The only reason this is succeeding is because people are under the powerful illusion that this place is “real”, “solid” and substantial.

We’re taught to believe that “We need to work for living” and that we owe people for that life.

Many of you are also laboring under the delusion that “the earth is sacred”—-“Mother Earth” —-this is also part of the illusion. Continue Reading »

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MY FUTURE JOB: The 1ST “SIT DOWN COMEDIAN”

At the present time, I am a musician, and i make my living singing and playing the piano. Its not a bad gig—-but its a lot of work.So I have been considering a career change. Now,in recent times, I have made a few strides into comedy—mostly in writing/posting on this blog and also on social media, to some acclaim. Apparently some people have found me amusing. Some even tell me:

“Brian, you know,you should be a stand up comedian.”

Now I wont lie to ou—I’ve thought about it. But then everytime I watch comedians, they seem to be doing a lot of work:Nervously walking around, flaying their arms around , sweating. that’s a lot of effort. Plus you’re up there all alone. Thats a lot of pressure!

Annnnnd—there’s a lot of competition!

Lets face it: There are already lots of “Stand Up comedians”—-and there have been many great ones.

But then it hit me:

Who says you have to stand up and walk around like a maniac? Why not SIT DOWN?

Think of the advantages!

As a “Sit down comic” I’d make sure the stage had a nice sofa, maybe a few pillows. I’d even have a few waiters to bring me drinks, maybe a snack or even a main course! Continue Reading »

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Poem——–

“Fighting onward , with no hope of success
Confronted with a life that is an impossible mess
Surrounded by many, but always alone
Watching the world die, from a lonely throne

Loving those that can never be seen,
Feeing passion for what can never be
Writing music that no one seems to hear
Too tired to hope, too strong to fear

Separated from belief, scoffing at faith
sleeping in a bed, the bed that you made
Knowing the facts, but unable to sway
The many fools ,who mindlessly pass time away

Such is the way, of those who seek truth,
Who refuse to comply,
Who cling to their youth,
Who refuse to settle, to accept the lie

Such am I— rebel to the end—-such is my path
But I don’t face it weakly, but with rage and with wrath.
I’ll fight without hope of glory, or fame
I’ll fight to do good work , to engrave my name

Perhaps when I’m gone, my art will live on
A small offering to the weak to help them feel strong
Some temporary solace from lifes fire and rain
My art will be there —–In all hearts who know pain “