RANTING ON ABOUT LIFE’S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE

From one day to the next, week to week

Nothing changes much

Everyone’s out of touch

Hoard our pennies

Cat sidles up, rubs against my legs

Throws herself on the floor, begs

Paws raised, belly open, submissive to her fate

Suddenly on her feet, ready

To attack Magick cat

I can’t figure out why Cleo’s

So mean to Magick

Boils down to animal instincts I guess

We cannot help but be who we are

Cleo puts on a show

All about the importance we attribute

To behavior that gives it importance

Gives powers, molds us into

Who we want to be, how we see

Everything on our planet evolves

From how we humans attribute importance

Like a rule we live by

I should have been dead if not

For protection spells a fairy put over me

I lived in a private hell

Lost on the edge of a consonant

I meander through verbs and adverbs

Synonyms, antonyms and homonyms

I’m the master of

A fucking weird word disaster

My world’s spinning faster

I’m not a Christian, I’m a Jew

Through and through

No holds barred

Jesus is my brethren, my brother

From a Jewish mother and father

Jesus is the original Christian

Like you, me too

Buddhists told me reflect on death daily

So I won’t fear it

Really I said, “Is that so, will that work?”

At six I obsessed about death,

Couldn’t imagine that one day

I’ll not be here

Continued reflecting in my teens

Longing for success, I digress,

I confess, my life’s a mess

My restlessness came to possess me

Tried to access the truth

For days I roamed the desert

Of my mind

And still couldn’t find the

Answer to my despair

Came to the conclusion

Life’s not fair,

No one cares

Jealous of my flair

I dare to emerge

Can’t merge into someone else’s shoes

Submerged & locked in a smoke laden room

Sunk in a funk in godforsaken mess

I’ll pack my bags to see where it takes me

Slice a sapphire in half and
Become part of the trinity

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Time’s Square still sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat’s here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animals' suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

Wild horses corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

Words From Great Minds To Remember:

“A righteous man regards the life of animals” – PROVERBS 12:10; 

“If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion & pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men” – ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI; 

“Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.” – MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.;

“I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs…(They) are an obligation put on us, a responsibility we have no rights to neglect, nor to violate by cruelty….” – JAMES HARRIOT; 

“The greatness of a nation & its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated” – MAHATMA GANDHI

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Time’s Square still sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat’s here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animal’s suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

While wild horses corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

THREE SHORT POEMS

WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

He’s either a Cancer, a Capricorn or a Scorpio

Maybe just a sociopath

He’s a different sort of guy who

Perfectly jells with your alter ego’s abilities

He acts as though they have a spell upon each other

People in love

He’s a doctor or a lawyer, a newspaper man

A news feature writer, a painter

His words are smooth

Easy to see he’s telling the truth

Handsome, winsome,
Irresistible, he’s made for you and me

PHOTO OF THE CHILD YOU WERE

I see the little boy inside your eyes

Hidden away from prying eyes

Longing to be freed

A little boy hurt inside

Longing for a pinned on Sherriff’s star

You want to get back to where you used to be

To your red knit hoodie

Your favorite to wear as a little boy

Soft brown eyes shine through

The dichotomy of your discontent

Sherriff’s pin emblazoned

on your little boy’s red hoodie

The he you see isn’t the he inside

I AM THE MUSIC IN ME

Everyday I reinvent

Myself to discover who I am

I used to be somebody

Now I’m someone else

Lost inside my own mind

I’m coming through

Got a message in a bottle

I knit, crochet, & do macramé,

I nurture cats, plants, people, and money

I don’t play music to create

My heart beats with the music in me

busy busy busy

It's unbelievable that one can spend so much time writing reviews but I do on Amazon. I take photos of items I'm reviewing and post them along with my reviews. http://www.amazon.com/gp/profile/A2HOPYNO8PMUHP?ie=UTF8&ref_=ya_your_profile

It's kind of nice but gets a bit crazy. I get a lot of items that my friends beg me for, like friends of mine who have teenage daughters love the makeup brush sets I get which are generally worth about 20 to 30 bucks.

I'm a little off centered but wanted to post some photos from the park and from my reviews and other stuff.

All of the photos of items are items I received free in exchange for unbiased reviews at Amazon. It kind of surprised me when it happened. How it happened is that an online friend told me that I should review every item I purchase at Amazon and that then I'd probably get chosen by various sellers as a reviewer. And this is exactly what happened!

food scale I received for review.

bluetooth headphone I received to be used with iPad, iPod, or phone. 

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collapsible colander - I love this items - what a space saver for us folks living in small apartments. 

plastic utensils look like the real thing - silver with designs!

Lexis Grover from Outpatient Asylum performing.

Alexandra Roth's artwork

Art in the Garden

Outpatient Asylum Vocalist Lexis Grover and I in front of Alice C. Hunsberger's Mosaics.


I've been so busy running to and fro and trying, as usual, to do several things as well which does usually work out for me. I'm like Lil' Ms. Muffitt, and I have too many things going on at once to focus on anyone. For example, this second I am also writing a review of Kafaya Quadri, a Nigerian musician and lyricist as well as trying to write here in this blog and at the same time, writing a text about Quadri to another musician who is interested in knowing more about her, plus opening mail and downloading photos to put here for our "Art in the Ring Garden" this year.

This year was very different for me at the Ring's Garden annual Art and Performance Show at the Ring Garden.

It was different because no one came from Manhattan Times and they usually have in the past, especially when Mike Fitelson was on board with them. It was the same in that Arthur Sherry also takes care of the sound set and performers.

It was also different because I fell in charge of organizing the artistic side - which meant doing all the flyers which were not properly distributed, no blame here, we were listed as a feature in the Annual Art Stroll event. It was also different because this was the first time in ages that I was responsible for introducing our performers. I was really happy to do this and enjoyed introducing our performers.

Also different because my good buddy, Demetrius Daniel, was out of town attending his uncle's funeral, plus Fred Arcoleo who usually performs, was out of town attending his niece's graduation.

Different because this year's art show showed new blood. For example, A two-piece band showed up called Out Patient Asylum and performed a short set for us. We also had artists there who'd never been there before, like photog, Aliza Frazier, wonderful and unique artist Chrystal Romero, artist and graphic designer, Alexandra Roth, (who was a blessing and helped me with the programs and printing), two truly amazing mosaics workers, Alice C. Hunsberger & Anina Klein, Artist Frank Barrett plus Calligraphy and hand style writer Dubblex.  We also had return artists, Gunther Bechofer and Marc Soliman who were kind enough to show up without any notice.

Early on in our performances, a special spotlight was with the performances by the Graham 2 Dance Performers and the Virginie Mecene Dance Program that was absolutely breathtaking. They danced to perfectly timed music that even my 2-year-old grandson loved and danced to.

It was a totally amazing day even with not having my good pal Demetrius Daniel there.

Dubblex and I also performed together in the afternoon, as a team, as usual. I was very pleased to have Helmi Pucinco on acoustic guitar and Arthur on electric guitar join me along with Dubblex on melodica.

Johnny Mandolin showed up later and played Italian Mandolin for our pleasure.

We were happy to end our day with the appearance of Carlo Baldo, who is a return performer, poet, and writer.

Next time I have to remember sunblock and a hat.

Here are some photos of our wonderful day.