AdPock

It was love at first sight, Though we didn’t quite get along, You tried to eat kitty, My girlfriend wanted you gone. But you were mine, I looked you in the eye, I told you I’d love you, I told you I’d try, I read all the books, I paid all the bills, Made said girlfriend my wife, To give you stronger will. But you gave back infinitely more, Taught us there’s grace in opening our door. That kitty’s now your brother, My wife your ma, Our forever family, Even now that your gone. We tried our best to keep you happy, boy, When we took you in, I guess you couldn’t have asked for much more, And in the end, neither could I.

I Was There Photo & poem by AdPock A shadow on the cloud Though I hear it’s there Pulling hundreds of souls Away on the air. Wasn’t I once a part of that sky? Dreaming of adventure, Through fear-clenched eyes… Am I still traveling? Homeward ever bound? There it is! Through that hole in the clouds, Sunshine glistening Upon sturdy wings There it is… I was there.

Believe,  If you can, In energy, In healing, In peace. Even if that's hard, I'll believe in you.

Lost my buddy yesterday, Today is quite a day, Happy to see it, Wish he could too. But now… Immediately so, He’s just a memory. If a man leaves a mark, though, Deep down in my being, A change upon my soul, Then his mark beats on, With me as I go.  So today, I’ll gaze upon this day with some of his perspective, too. I’ll be brave enough for two. Do my best to stir another buddy’s soul anew.

Beneath the droning planes, Beached before the tides, A lone perhaps lonely drummer, Keeps time, As the ancient ones before her, Mallet after mallet, Skin upon skin, Beats on into the noise. Why, the wonders wonder, Does she beat on just for her? To keep her heart pounding forward, Her movement time may cure? Or does she hammer on for the rest of us, Without mastery of time, For whom the ocean keeps, A lone steady beat, Ancient evermore?  

Gene and Gertrude reflected, on this wacky thing called life; Acted as if rejected, though truth ejected strife; When the most that they could want for, was one or two peanuts more.

Something’s missing from my beach today. The salt still tempts my nostrils, yes. Same as yesterday. The sand still stays my feet in coarse irritation. The waves perform their tragedy, singing their dying arias, giving rise to great crescendos, only to succumb to the seashore forever. The tragedy played yesterday, it doesn’t stop today. Repeat and coda, on and on. The seabirds run their usual races, taunting the lurking waves in their dash for beached plankton. The sailboats still sail. The joggers still jog. The trash still collects. The smokestacks still spew their poison to the heavens. The heavens, its the heavens. So resplendent today, much more than usual. So gleaming and free and expansive. Undisturbed. The clouds seem lighter, more airy, with room to grow, no ceiling to reach. The birds unfettered, more space to roam, no limits, no obstacles.  The planes. Where are they? What’s my beach — the closest to the airport — without the constant clamor of t...

What a heavy weight this world might seem if seen from down below where loud obnoxious air depletes the sublime brevity of breath. Are you loved? Are you hungry? Are you home? A weight impossible to haul. Let it go unbound it so. Unfettered by such chains let thine load be laughed upon from on high. A knowing wink may meet your eye, take solace take flight!

Hope is born of what may never exist, Deluding till the end. Why bother with the way things are, When you can make believe belief? Not a crack above of rolling thunder, No need for the shelter of truth, Clouds may part before or after, May as well enjoy the view.

My buddy Buddy's been getting a lot of attention lately, Ever since our boy became his late brother, He's become much sweeter. Or maybe I just didn't give him the attention he so needed. As I lavished it on my boy, Who needed it more.  Needed me. But he's gone, And I really need my Buddy. Miraculously, He's right here, Staring me in the eye, Taking me in.

Backed again, To where I am, Still fighting the good fight. What choice is there? As i am always right. A righteous man is all i am. And All i’ll ever be. But a righteous man In an unjust world, Is ever far from free.

Us versus them, the universal dialectic. You and me, the impartial magnetic. Turn down the fun. Hedonism can’t bring Socialism. Don’t trust lust. But in the end, we must. In the end... If there's really such a thing. If the earth stops spinning, The universe won't. What else would we want to be? But forever...

I want to be my own man. To be free. But media, Pop culture, Society, Past, Present, Future, always the fucking future, Influence us at our most dependent times. But rebelliousness and independence are two flips of the same coin.

One chick, two chick Black chick, Jew chick That one looks good in a car That one looks good from a far That one’s got some funky hair That one’s skin is freckled fair I like em when they pump their gas I like em when they shake their ass I like em when they jam on bass I like em when they’re in your face Three chick four chick Good chick, whore chick That one jiggles when she runs That one seems a slave to sun But five chick six chick I start to learn Of the good chicks I dig For whom I yearn For whom I live For whom I give. And then comes seven-chick. Turns out she's the one.

Rosarita was a hot senorita, A hot senorita indeed. I met her at a Christmas party. I asked her if she'd dance with me. I asked her nice, I even said please. But Rosarita didn’t want to dance with me. She said she was a lesbian bisexual identified in the same sentence she told me she was from Topeka .

HERE he knows his cave here his woman here his cat his dog his child here in this spot. sacred hallowed ground. here in the canyon here out at sea. free to hear. the land begs a truce from me. free to hear a land greater than me.