MISS YOU EVERY DAY DAD
AND THEN I REMEMBER
HOW HUMAN OF ME
BECAUSE IN FACT
YOU ARE WITH  ME
AND VISIT ME EVERY DAY

Jimmy the Cricket is dead

Have you heard?


Jimmy The Cricket is Dead,
the voice inside my head
let me in on the news,
it was an accident is what "they" said.


It was a very sneaky,
artful act.
It took time for the poison
to illuminate
the earth
where the truth is fed
in order to destroy him.
The art of success is a slow one,
it took time.
Time is money
and money is Time.
TIME to
replace;
replace the face of truth,
if only Jimmy the Cricket was
HERE,
 hear,
 to remind us.
The art of conscience
was his job & in all of his fruitful labors,

he was the kind of cricket that led the songs,
~songful chirps
sent an received with grace and love
the cricket wing way
 as codes, morris code~
Reminders to the heart
that riches don't come from a bag.
They come from the roots,
as sure as the silver spoon delivers white
powders of poison~
dollars doth tarnish the hearts of the pure......
He took pride in his message.

Unfortunate Jimmy , was slowly taken out
by the "doctor wife", a parasitoid,
who claimed she had saved him,
only to find that in time
a biopsy was declined.
The accident felt pure, no need to know more.

So the Anointed Ants
delivered Jimmy to Heaven
where the angels
sang out
"He was poisoned!"
The Ants returned
 delivering
 the message to my
 dorsolateral prefrontal cortex

A chorus of ants sang in melody
 the very pretext, that set forth
 the fourth dimension
hammering at my front door
 the truth
visually
on my inner eye screen
the events over years
as one may see when they die
the roots rotting , decayed by poison thus, disease......
was it Jimmy visiting me with the truth
I don''t know for certain,
from the white padded cell
I couldn't tell
the silence was so strong
The Cricket Conscience was gone
-it was all in my mind-
that's what "they said"
the doctors diagnosed her
brain dead.

my 3rd creation creatin'

yeRmUsictoMe

how apropos for the way I am feeling today
 to remain invisible
and be upset
is the true test
for today
 I want to DO and to SAY so many things
to
supposed family members
but when you are virtual strangers
and the very fact that yesterday should be no different then today
in the fact that
related new NEWS seriously has no impact on my life directly nor indirectly
thus, 
why in the hell
should I even waste another moment in the
hurt and sadness that weights my heart
down like a 2,444 lb. circular cement slab
ROPED AND TIED
around my neck
&
SHOVED IN

into the ocean
deep, down
 i miss him
shallow
 i hate
I breath
light
I fly
i forgive
no need for question
surrender
peace
light
love
live
go to where my father is
take me there
to my daddy

is it not found in
hierarchy.......
 nor does it exist where my father resides
nor does a spiritual pecking order exist
that;s all she ever wanted was some kind of fame.........
some kind of shallow notoriety
can you see the reflection
when you are looking up
at the surface of water?

A Call for ARt?!!!

What the Doctor said could never be forgotten "Son, don't you know that there's a pill for every problem in this little magic bottle that's filled with love". Little Cricket was only three he rubbed his magic bottle suddenly appeared a Genie (The Genie said) "I'm the patron saint of prescription drugs". So, remember when you need a hug just close your eyes and give your bottle a rub Cricket didn't need many friends cuz the Genie was such a perfect companion His horrible Mama had such an independent boy Just remember when you need a hug to close your eyes and give your bottle a rub Little Cricket was twenty-three he rubbed his plastic bottle but found the bottle was empty (the Genie was dead) he was suddenly such an unhappy boy he decided that he needed some fun he went to the store and purchased himself a gun