As the Words Stream to Me

“A ruin! A ruin! I will make it a ruin!” – Ezekiel 21:27   2 1 27

What will be the next stone in the democratic republic of hate of the great divide and conquer.  To separate the spirit of souls.  Ezekiel holds pen in a divine claw of suspended virtual hypocrisy of claims, illuminated by disruption.  Sanctified by clean clops of mud.  Sanitized with droplets of blood bloated, blocked, and eroded with fear.  The smears of hand prints paint reflections of twins. Twins that float on a boat of blues with no hope.  But the dope twice inhaled has stoned the pope who cloaks all that listen for the Bear.  Unaware, unawake, undead! Fed, red, and lead to slaughter.  Please sir. May I have another.  Time darns not.  Prayers ring empty. Missions turn away. Brothers seek death. Shame is openly shared.  Insanity repeated and downloaded.  Firewalls, codes, back tracked and left open. Loop holes buy one get more loop holes for an infinity of aces and eights.  The slate salty and wiped.  Just for you my pretty one.  A rare trap.  A rap trap of rat tramps. Rat a tat trap. Are you a Sap. Hold the applause! Waiting on the End of sin Mr. Twin. Come on in and lend.




In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew around the sun
All the stars above who died came from
Somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me.

Green Grass and High Tides Forever

The Outlaws

Hughie Thomason, Songwriter

Chapter 1

Hey man, did you hear about Steve?  I heard they had to put him in the crazy hospital.  Yes, but I just found out he shot himself.  No way.  Yep, he’s dead.  Holy shit.  I never thought he would do something like that.  Do you know the details.  He got someone to sneak a gun into him.  And he shot himself in the head.  Do you know what happened to start all this besides the problem with addictions?

From what I’ve been told.  After he took the 60 pills and tried to OD, he got straight.  You know started attending church going to meetings.  He even spoke at meetings.  He was doing great.  Then his wife left him, and he got depressed and money was a problem.  He started gambling.  Found some other recreational habits and went down the rabbit hole.  He got behind on bills.  Of course, she pretty much got everything.  He didn’t give a shit he said because of his daughter.  Let her have it he said, maybe she’ll take care of my kid.  Then like I said he lost his business.  Just let her have the damn thing.  His mom’s house.  And of course, there big house burned.  He didn’t even rebuild it.  They foreclosed and sold it at an auction.  Then she turns around and sells the restaurant and house. She disappears into the night with his daughter.  Of course, he finds her. She went home to momma.  Twelve hours away.  Didn’t get permission from the court system or anything.  He tries to get her back closer, but she lies, and the Judge denies his request.  He doesn’t get to see his daughter anymore and gets depressed. 

Finally, out of the blue something good happens.  He gets a good job with great benefits.  He works his ass off and everything is going great.  Boom.  He meets this younger woman.  About 24 years younger.  Nick, he called her. He’s doing great he has a health issue and takes a leave of absence from work.  He took off a couple of months.  Gets everything fixed and check out.  He’s happy and Nick is happy it seems, and they are getting along great.  So, what happened.

It seems Nick like to party.  Not drink,  but other kinds of suicide in a bottle.  And that was right Steve’s alley as you know.  He finds better ways to get high and die.  Lol Some folks never learn.  I hate to say that but it’s the truth.  But anyway, don’t mean to speak ill of the dead, but the truth is the truth.  I hear you there.  Please continue.  Anyway, he and Nick end it. She goes back to her husband and he never told about that situation.  But anyway, he continues to do the things she introduced him too.  Well, this one day he shows up at the house.  I can tell he’s spun.

 He’s talking all this crazy shit about drugs, God, spiritual awakening, how he found some gateway, just crazy shit.  So, I ask him.  Where did you get all these weird notions.  He goes well, I talk to, are you sitting down?  Yep.  What did he say?  He said he talks to Dead Rock Stars.  That they visit him and tell him secrets.  You’ve got to be shitting me.  No. So I ask him, what kind of secrets?  You didn’t believe that stupid shit did you.  Hell no.  What else did he tell you.

First, I asked him.  How come they picked you?  Did you ask them that?  He says, I did, and they said it was predestination.  What is that?  It’s like you life is already predetermined.  You don’t really have a choice.  It’s already laid out for you before you are born.  You actually agreed to this life before you were born.  OMG!   That’s crazy.  So, what did you say to that.  I said, bullshit.  Then he goes off on the tangent about not ever dying, and how he had super powers and could read minds.  And that’s when I started laughing and said, okay read my mind hotshot.  What did he say?  He say you’ve been feeling troubled lately.  That I was worried about money and that I thought Britany was cheating on me.  Uh, was he was right?  Part of it?  Which part.   The Britany part.  Well.  Damn. That’s spooky.

So, what happened next. He leaves the job.  Starts doing something totally different.  Says he is written a book.  Can you believe that shit?  Tells me all this muck. Did he write a book.  Yes he did.  So how did he wind up in the Crazy House.  He messed with the wrong person, I guess.  No.  You just can’t have someone committed you know.  That have got to be a threat to themselves or someone else.  Well, it seems the ex-called someone and told them a bunch of lies.  And that someone somehow got a warrant and went to his house and found some drugs.  He said they weren’t his but who knows.  Anyway, the cops take pictures of everything.  He had all these posters on the wall.  It was about religion and all this seeking crap he was doing.  He admitted to smoking weed often but there was some really “out there” ideas on these poster boards.  When he goes before the judge the judge insists on treatment.  He doesn’t have a choice, so he goes.  He gets out and gets into with someone who lives at his complex.   Something stupid.  Anyhow he gets into a fist fight and lights the guy up.  Well, this sissy calls the cops and bingo he winds up back in the nut house.  I go to see him, and he’s messed up.  They have him on all kinds of anti-psychotic drugs.  He doesn’t even know his damn name.  He’s like a zombie.  I get the hell out of there because he’s gone over the edge.  I talk to his sister and she pretty much agrees with me.  She tries to get him out but nothing.  The next thing I know his sister calls and says they found him dead next to his bed in the hospital.  Someone carried in hand gun into him and he used it.

That’s a damn shame.  It’s sure is.  When is the funeral?  Day after tomorrow.  So, you know anything else?  Yes, but I can’t tell you right now.  Got to go run errands.  Come to the house tonight and Britany will cook, and we can talk some more.  Sounds good what time.  Around 7pm.  I’ll be there bro.

This is the first chapter of my book that will soon be published on Kindle.  The name of the book is Dead Wishes.  This is a teaser if you will.

Chapter 2

Dead Children

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.

Jim Morrison

Hi Britany.  How are you Bobby?  I’m just hanging in and hanging on.  What about you?  I’m doing great. And dinner will be done shortly.  Pat is in the great room watching the game.  I’ll call everyone in about 30 minutes.  Make yourself at home here’s a beer. 

Chester what’s going on.  How come Britney calls you Pat?  That’s my name dumbass.  Chester Patrick Simmons.  I didn’t know you middle name was Patrick.  Now you do.  What you do sound thrilled with something.  I didn’t want you to know my middle name.  Well, that’s stupid.  I know just one of my pet peeves.  But anyway, let’s eat and we can talk.  Sounds good I’m hungry.

So, lets get down to it Chet.  I want to know what happened to our friend.  I mean really, he was always a little crazy but suicide?  I’m really shocked.  I was too actually.  It’s not something I could do.  Mainly because of fear and my beliefs.  I’m with you on that one.

Ok here’s what he told me.  Better yet I have it written down. In fact, it was the start of his book.  He asked me not to tell anyone.  He was writing a book about it.  He said it just came on him all of a sudden. The writing thing.  Wow, man he gave you a book.  Yes, and now, you know why I invited you.  He left me all his stuff.  Briefcase full of notebooks, journals, poetry and ramblings.  He had made me agree that if anything happens to get it to certain people and gave me the passwords to everything on his phone and computers.  I didn’t know it, but he had blogs, websites, and web store all over the web.

He had sold stuff on eBay, amazon, and places I’ve never heard.  He had email accounts with different names and fake Facebook, twitter, Tumblr and everywhere.  All connected and posting different things.  He had been very busy.  Writing, selling and connecting stuff. 

What was he trying to accomplish with all this? Bobby, he was trying to make some money of course and he said he love writing.  But he was looking for answers about life and death.  About God, the Devil, and Heaven and hell.  He said there was more that just the bible in all the grand universal scheme.

One night he was really krunk.  He said hell Chet, I’m already dead anyway.  I said you’re not dead you idiot. I can see you hear you and knock the shit out of you if I wanted too.  He said my body is here, but my soul is gone.  I laughed and said that’s entirely possible.  He laughed too!  Then I drank and he did what he does, and wound spending the night so he would need to drive.  He was gone when I woke up.  He left all this junk in the guest room closet with a letter in an envelope.  Britany found it and we read it.  We opened and found the letter and a last will and testament.  His freaking will.  And now he dead. That’s heavy Chet.  What’s in the will?  He didn’t have much.  But he left it to his children, sister, grandchildren, and he left me some things.

For real what did he leave?  I’m not going to tell you yet because I want to turn this over to a lawyer and executor or his will.  Okay, I understand but you said he didn’t have anything.  Yes, but he told me if he were to die that that is when he would be discovered.  Check this out, he said it happens every time.  What did he mean by that?  He said he was trying to become a famous writer and that in every life he has he dies before it happens, and he becomes famous after and his family and friends become rich.  Chet, you got to be kidding.  Nope. So, is he famous yet?  No. Not even close.  His luck is about like mine.  I’m kidding again.  My, my this is getting interesting.  What else dude. 

He left most his personal belonging and his Bama collection.  Really?  That’s a good collection.  He did love the Tide.  Doesn’t everyone.  NO.  Only the winners.

Chet, tell me what he told you about the dead rock stars.  Well like I said it’s in the book.  Have you read the book.  Yes, I have and it’s good.  Can I read it.  Not yet but you can buy it off Amazon.  How much is it?  I don’t really know.  We can check later if you  want.

I hope you will comment and let me know if it piqued your interest.  Please.


The New Colossus

The following two items I found on the web.  I was thinking about the statue of liberty and the poem that I knew was inscribed on the Statue of Liberty. And it is called:

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 Emma Lazarus

And here is the link:

And this also came up on the search:

Unsolved Mysteries

Much has been said about The Statue of Liberty, how tall it is, what is the statue made of… This statue represents for Americans a symbol of freedom and democracy, but few have stopped to detail its origin and dark secrets that surround its true meaning, in this article we will tell you why is armed that the Statue of liberty is a representation of Lucifer and is cataloged by some, as the most important monument to Devil on Earth which is said that it’s been protected even from such terrible events as the September 11 attack.

1 Although the Statue it’s called Liberty, it’s actually a man.

2 Freedom Monument is a Masonic symbol. 2.1 Number 7 is very present on The Statue.

3 Princess Diana, Masons and the Statue of Liberty.

4 Statue of Liberty is a Luciferian Deity.


And here is the link:

I would just like to add my link.  And ink.  This makes me sink! Makes ill ink blink!

Me thinks a letter to Chief Uplink.

While on the brink. Will bethink.

And interlink.



The 4th Step

The 4th Step

Give the American People a good cause and there’s nothing they cannot lick.  That was quoted by President Ronald Reagan in 1984 in one of the Presidential debates versus Walter Mondale.  He was quoting his friend and fellow actor John Wayne who had passed on recently.  Wayne was defending Americans for not knowing and understanding how the United States came to be.  And the basic principle of values that initially made people come together here. 

How did we become the Greatest Nation on Earth and the Land of the Free?  And why?  In other words. Why here?  What made them seek a different home in America?  To even discover America.  And why are some so quick to defend our way of lifestyle.

I know what you are thinking.  And how does it relate to our situation now.  I believe all people of this Nation should go back and watch some of these old debates.  Not only, did I feel awed by President Reagan, but it was like I was back in time.  Listening to President Reagan reminded of me how I believed what he said.  And I knew he cared not only about America.  But me.   As a We the people.  He made me feel, not only part of the process but that I could help solve our issues.  And that we could fix the problem no matter how hard or overwhelming. That we all deserved the best. And we can get it if we all work together. 

Guess what.  We did it!  But most of all he loved the United States and the lifestyle.   And a little thing called freedom.  The place where almost everyone in the world will die to get too.  And that is how and why people came here and continue to try to come here.

But, most of all.  That all peoples can dream and succeed here.  Live your dream here.  Without interference, fear, or oversight by any government organization.  He wanted smaller government with less taxes and a balanced budget.

And he laid out his plan, in detail, and told how he was going to do it.  And why it would work?   With examples as what he did as Governor of California.  Guess what?  It worked in California. After all, even in 1984 California was considered liberal.  But Reagan was not. So you knew it most likely work for the U.S. 

Then you could do a little research and decide for yourself.  After you voted for him.  If he could get things passed in Congress you could see how we did.  Results. The best results ever up until that point in our history.  So, he did win won the gipper and our team.  America.  And the economy improved.

 During the Carter administration we interest rates at 18 to 20 percent.  Employment rates that were about the same.  And inflation of 5.8 percent in 1976 to 7.7 percent in 1978.  Compare that to 1.8 percent in 2019 and .62 percent (estimated) 2020.  Interest rates 3 percent this year currently and unemployment rates of 8.4 percent right now.  Interest rates of 2 percent in 2019.

Those are facts.  You can look them up.  I did.  Where am I going with this?  That is up to the people to decide.  And no this is not a Greatest President article.  Although Ronald Reagan is the greatest President in my lifetime.  Because I know these stats are a good estimate.  But the kicker is I lived it and I know when anyone asks as he did in 1980.  Are you better off now than you were four years ago?  I said no.  In 1984 when he humbled Mondale his slogan was It’s Morning Again in America.  I said good morning.  Why?  I got the best job I’ve ever had, purchased a brand-new foreign vehicle, and most of all feeling awesome about my family’s future and our country. 

Mainly because of his honesty and his ability inspire people and make them believe.  But he told the TRUTH or at least he seemed too.  He was a leader.  He was prepared.  He told you he cared.  And actions spoke louder than words. And he walked the walk.

This is unfinshed everyone.  RGH.  More to come.

What’s in a Name

So, I said to self.  Self, what Can we do today?  I know look up your name meaning.


♂ Roger. What does Roger mean? Roger ▼ as a boys’ name is pronounced ROH-jer, RAH-jer. It is of Old German origin, and the meaning of Roger is “famous spearman“. Popular in the Middle Ages and the 19th and 20th centuries.

Famous Spearman

My grandfather was German.

Definitions of spear:

  • noun:   a long-pointed rod used as a weapon
  • noun:   an implement with a shaft and barbed point used for catching fish
  • verb:   thrust up like a spear

Synonym for spear


  • Definition of trident
  •  (Entry 1 of 2)
  • 1a 3-pronged spear serving in classical mythology as the attribute of a sea god (such as Neptune)
  • 2a 3-pronged spear (as for fishing)
  • trident
  •  adjective
  • Definition of trident (Entry 2 of 2)
  • having three teeth, processes, or points

Of course, there is another Trident




The Trident missile is a submarine-launched ballistic missile equipped with multiple independently targetable reentry vehicles. Originally developed by Lockheed Missiles and Space Corporation, the missile is armed with thermonuclear warheads and is launched from nuclear-powered ballistic missile submarines. Trident missiles are carried by fourteen United States Navy Ohio-class submarines, with American warheads, as well as four Royal Navy Vanguard-class submarines, with British warheads. The missile is named after the mythological trident of Neptune.

The trident is the weapon of Poseidon, or Neptune, the God of the Sea in classical mythology. The trident may occasionally be held by other marine divinities such as Tritons in classical art, and trident maybe depicted in medieval heraldry as well, sometimes held by a merman-Triton. In Hinduism, it is the weapon of Shiva, known as trishula (Sanskrit for “triple-spear”).

Almost forgot Neptune

Neptune (LatinNeptūnus [nɛpˈtuːnʊs]) is the god of freshwater and the sea[1] in Roman religion. He is the counterpart of the Greek god Poseidon.[2] In the Greek-influenced tradition, Neptune is the brother of Jupiter and Pluto; the brothers preside over the realms of Heaven, the earthly world, and the Underworld.[3] Salacia is his wife.

Depictions of Neptune in Roman mosaics, especially those of North Africa, are influenced by Hellenistic conventions.[4] Neptune was likely associated with fresh water springs before the sea.[5] Like Poseidon,

Neptune was worshipped by the Romans also as a god of horses, under the name Neptunus Equester, a patron of horse-racing.[6]

I thought this would be simple.

What is Hellenistic?

The Hellenistic period covers the period of Mediterranean history between the death of Alexander the Great in 323 BC and the emergence of the Roman Empire as signified by the Battle of Actium in 31 BC[1] and the conquest of Ptolemaic Egypt the following year.[2] The Greek language word Hellas (Ἑλλάς, Ellás) was originally the widely-recognized name of Greece, from which the word Hellenistic was derived.[3]

So?  What was I searching for anyway.

Meaning of the name Roger.

Dang!  Let me think.  If words mean things, then I am a Freaking Bad Ass!

Spear, Fisherman, Trident, Missile Neptune, God of Freshwater, Hellenistic, God

Got to love words.

The Words Remains True

The Word the Tower of Power.

The Written Word Nuclear.  Everything. Paper, Scissors, Rock, the Word Spears. All at Once.

Once written cannot be changed.

Some are just born.

With Superpowers.

Mirror! You’re looking at the newest Superhero.

Roger slang meaning

From c. 1650 to c. 1870, Roger was slang for the word “penis“, possibly due to the origin of the name involving fame with a spear. Subsequently, “to roger” became a slang verb form meaning “to have sex with”, “to penetrate”.

Huh?  Wait a minute mirrors can’t talk. That was my ex-wives mirror anyway. Just like her. One-sided.





Stephen King authored a book called Insomnia. I have read it a couple of times. I have read most of his books, like most everyone else. I am not unique. Shucks! When I first read it, I remember thinking to myself, this is not his usual book. But opinions are like me, an asshole. I could relate at once to the book because I have always had bouts of insomnia. And I know most of you have too. In fact, I have it right now! It is 2:23 a.m. February 2, 2016. I feel asleep around 11 p.m. on the couch watching Netflix woke up 30 minutes ago. Turned off all the lights and went to bed. Why am I up now??  Wish I knew. But I do know, and Mr. King knows too. I cannot stop my mind from thinking.  

Which for some odd reason reminds me of the Eagles song Wasted Time. 

The last line is key to me. The hours go by like minutes. If you have ever had trouble sleeping…. ditto… 

But there is a kicker…. bonus points….and you do get extra miles…. hot shit…. give me some…. 

I do not know if you are ready. Do you think you deserve more knowledge? But you said it was your job to share. Well, aren’t we the little manipulator? Sorry! They always said I was a smart ass, better than being a dumbass. 

They are no secrets, really. Get to the point damn it. I will. Patience is a virtue. That is bullshit. Prolly! Need to turn spell check on. Can you turn it on? Know you must click somewhere. Oh, now I remember. Remember what? Everything! 

What were we talking about? You said you had a secret. I did not say that. I said there are no secrets. And please do not ever tell me a secret. Why? Cause I cannot keep a secret. Who are you talking too? YOU! Yoo-hoo! I like that too. 

Sorry! My mind is fucked up sometimes. Oh yes, Insomnia, I have gone four days without sleeping a wink. Seriously? No, I made that shit up. I just like making shit up. Prove it. I will try.  

Have you ever been drunk? I have. Tell me something I do not know. Have you ever drunk yourself sober? No. Well I have. Impossible you say. Want to bet. Can I get a show of hands? No? Let me be the first.  

I have gone three days that I remember, drinking and with the correct mixture of chemicals without passing out. What day is this anyway? What time is it? Wow, this is far out???  The four days I went were without help of any stimulants that I remember. But I do remember this. At some point, you quit worrying about it and just enjoy it. Because? You become delirious. You see shadows. You get weird thoughts. Everything is funny. Funny ha-ha that is. You become a comedian in fact and let your hair down. Everyone looks at you funny, and says something like, are you okay. And you just grin. Cause that is about all you can do. Cause you are in a good mood. That is the only way I can describe it. Deliriously happy! And you just enjoy the ride. And I bet you a dollar to a donut that Mr. Mercedes would tell you the same.  

So, get to the point. Okay, I will. Why worry about it? I do not worry about stuff. Well, okay sometimes big stuff. What is big stuff to you? Someone dies. Oh, you worry that someone dies. Sure. Can you control that? No, of course not. Then why worry? That person who died is trying to tell you something. WTF? Who are you talking too? I forgot. Do you like Perry’s wife? Oh, excuse me, oh you are a just a bush. A burning bush??? No, already been done. Think of something else. Give me a minute. I am lonely. Huh? Do you ever get lonely? Sure. I wish someone loved me. I love you! Love you too! Did you ever stop to think? Think about what? Stuff? Here we go again! I like that song too. You are getting on my nervous…inside joke! If you get tired enough, you WILL go to sleep. When??????  

This insomnia is fun. It made me write stupid shit like that and not worry about what anybody thinks. So, it must be a good thing. In fact, it makes me feel Free…. 



For Shelby…


I have never been good with words…feelings…have always screwed me up…emotions…only had two anger and happy…I had them…yes…but they were bottled up…deep inside me…I was taught that…men don’t cry…men don’t fear…men can’t show emotion…be a man son…don’t cry…man up…they died for a reason…God has a reason…don’t grieve for me…them…be happy…don’t be sad…you can’t change it…God has a plan… 

Shelby I loved you first…when you were born…you were a miracle…my miracle…you loved me no matter what…you loved me more than your mom…and it drove nuts…because you can only love mom…that’s the gospel according…to Amanda…doubt me…think, think, think…. 

I know you think you hate me…but you cannot…because it’s in your heart…you can’t take love out of your heart…and one day…you will need me again…but most of all you will look in the mirror…think…hear a voice…and it won’t be mine…but you will wish it was…why?  Because you will hear her voice…and you will say shit…she’s WRONG…in fact that is downright mean…and you will say…fuck this shit…I’m calling my Dad…or better yet I’m going to see my dad…right the fuck now…I need to hear sanity for a fucking change…so when you do Becca…I’ll be there….until then…. 

You see…you can’t change who you are…you are me…except a female…DNA doesn’t lie…as I watched you grow up…I knew…people would always say…OMG…I thought you looked like your mom until…I saw you and your Dad together…you know that’s the gospel truth…as a little girl you looked identical to my sister…you could have been her twin…so I know you got the Hayes gene’s…which is a damn good thing…you are brilliant…gorgeous…and have a perfect, caring, soft heart…you love God, family, good friends, and you have many…Ditto!  You hate being late, are obsessive, to the point of being compulsive…you hate it but embrace it…you care to much sometimes…you are afraid of almost everything….but fearless…you love almost everything…but at times, hate everything including yourself…you wonder why the fuck your mom is so narrow minded…her talk doesn’t fit her walk…but she is a wonderful person in so many ways…and you love her unconditionally…and you should…but, and there is always a but…why couldn’t she get along with Dad?  I got along with Dad…yes we got along great…and don’t let the rest of them tell you we didn’t…because your half-sister…lies just like your mom…and that’s the reason she is called a half-sister…she only has DNA from mommy….and she will take her side, against me every fucking time…like a robot…because Amanda…programmed her…but I programmed you…now that code has a virus right now…but it can be fixed…and Amanda, Kendra, Johnny, Maw-maw can’t take that code out of you…why?  Because God wrote that code darling….and guess what??? You cannot change what God gave you or what God made you! No human being can do that, I promise…you see that is what I have known for a long time…. but never really acknowledged it… 

You see I cried this morning…I heard a song that made me think of you…and it made me cry…because I miss you…I’ve missed out on so much these past years…and I know I can’t get them back…as sentimental as I am, it seems the things that mean the most to me I always seem to miss…I really don’t know why…I guess because I’m selfish…just like your mom…you see we are alike too.  I told her this long before you came along…but she didn’t buy into it…when she was mad…she would say I’m nothing like you…wrong…some people can never admit the truth…ever…but one day you will know…Dad never lied to me and I know he never will…he taught me respect…he taught me to think for myself…he taught me left handed lay-up’s, he taught me to be tough…he taught me to work, to never quit, to love music…to swim…to love dog’s…he taught me to apologize…to say I’m wrong, I’m sorry…and he taught me to love…not just say the word…and he taught me go love the Crimson Tide….Amen…and he taught me to cook…and he taught me it’s okay to fuck up…but most of all he taught me about life…life is what you make it…life is a bowl of cherries…and life is what you make it…and you can do anything…if you believe in yourself…have faith… and do the next right thing…because there are no mistakes…in God’s world…. 

I used to worry about time…and I wonder will there be time to spend time with you again…and tell you silly jokes…and make you smile again…Knock knock…whose there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock whose there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock…whose there??? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock whose there???? Orange…orange who??? Orange you glad I did not say banana again….say it again Daddy…okay…. 

Southern Words and Phrases

Being from the south (Alabama) I was thinking about words and phrases you might here only in the south.

So I wrote this using some of them. Hope you enjoy it.

What in tarnation are you doing? I’m fixin’ to go over yonder and get me a coke. It’s hotter than hades and I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I’ll be back directly. Well give me some sugar. I reckon that tickles me pink.

On second thought you need to sit down and eat. It’s supper time. And I ain’t just whistlin Dixie. Let’s say the blessing first. Well, I’ll declare.

Dear Lord bless this food to the nourishment of our body. I pray for granddaddy who recently passed on. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but we loved him. He’d probably still be kicking if he hadn’t drank all that shine. You can’t do that at 80. When they found him they thought he was playing possum, but he was deader than a door nail. I guess he was happier than a dead pig in the sunshine for awhile, cause he still had a smile on his face. Anyhow, bless him Lord.

He was mad cause they wouldn’t let him sing at church. He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it. Forgive us when we’ve sinned. Amen.

You know son, you just ain’t right. Aw shucks! Let’s eat. Fine and dandy.




I’ve always been searching.
But for what?

Happiness? Fame? Fortune? Love?
Did you find it?

When? Where?

Doesn’t matter. I usually lose it.
Want to keep it? I can show you how.

I think you should.
Then open your eyes and see. And listen!

When you become satisfied, you quit learning.
When you get what you want, you think you’ve arrived.

But the key to all of those wants is to keep on keeping on.
Learn, share, give, be grateful, and be good to yourself.

Strive to inspire by being inspiring.
Let people touch your heart. And that will be a start.

Take what you know and give to those who don’t.
Give it away to keep it! And you will find the magic!

And others will give you what you want out of life!
And for once in your life, you will know how true happiness feels!

Then your Searching will be a peaceful easy feeling


What If We’re Already in Heaven???

Did you ever think of that? I’m sure I’m not unique. Somebody thought of it long before me. But did you ever dig deeper? How do you dig??? Lots of ways! Think, think, think….

Well, I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to. You see I’m not a writer, poet, songwriter or musician. I’m nothing special, but I AM and so are YOU and everyone who BELIEVES IN GOD and has been Saved by His Grace. Whoops, you knew it, right, another religious nut. Nope, wrong again! I’m probably what most people would consider a failure. I’m 57 years old been married four times, have no money saved, to speak of, have two beautiful daughters, one of whom doesn’t speak to me. I work in an industry that is frowned upon. I’m not good looking, or am I especially smart. I have made more mistakes than most. In fact, in some ways, I’m an idiot and will continue to be.

Do I want your sympathy? Hell, no! I’m happier than I’ve ever been. And I don’t know why, which scares me just a little. So here goes. I’m going to tell you a few things, most of which you won’t believe anyway, but that’s okay! You still have a chance as long as you’re breathing….

What does that mean?? Heck if I know. Did you ever watch a movie that you felt cold chills going through your spine, or cry about a dang movie? I have and I’m not ashamed of it. You see, the people who write the songs, movies, books, and create are very special, like those who hit a major league baseball are very special!

Tell me something you don’t know right? Okay, I will. Pulp Fiction isn’t about drugs, sex, and bad people. It’s about God. Or at least one man’s interpretation of what happens when we die. Think about the movie. People always asked me why they kept going back and forth. And, I spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out that part. Then I watched Mad Dogs the whole first season and I knew. The bullets didn’t miss them. They died or at least they were dead on this Earth. Except for Jules. Remember, Travolta got killed by Willis in his apartment. The last scene should have followed the first. Follow?

So, Jules got it! He decided to stop being bad, and walk the earth and help people. Does anyone else come to mind? Oh, did I say something that made you uneasy? No not yet for all you smart guys. Okay, let’s talk some more. What about the movie Ghost? He’s stuck in limbo until he saves his wife and ascends up to heaven. Another interpretation, correct? Ditto!

What else? What about the movie Tombstone? Those guys should have been dead. No one could do that, right? But we know they did, so how? Maybe with a little help from above. Si!

You know what pisses me off the most? We see miracles every day but so many doubt the existence of a Higher Power. I don’t care what you call it, but you can’t tell me something isn’t out there. And for that, I’m grateful.

You see, I’m an alcoholic! A recovering alcoholic and I learned about faith, love, and my God through a bunch of drunks just like me. Am I ashamed? Nope! I want you to tell everyone. I’m not scared…of that or of anything else for that matter. You know, it just might help someone.

Just like the Gideon’s Bible in hotel rooms. No one would steal a Bible in a hotel. BUT THEY WANT YOU TO TAKE THEM. THAT’S WHY THEY PUT THEM THERE. Shit, why don’t they put that on the front or something? Oh, I’m sorry did I offend someone with that dirty word? I know I did, well fuck? You know what I fucking think? You should come down off your high horse and listen. Do you think you’re better than God? I don’t. But I bet God has heard a few wordy dirds before. Ya think? In fact, hell, he created them. So ask yourself this? Is there anything bad that God created? Oh God didn’t create the bad words; man did? Who created man? Round 1 to me.

Round 2

Do you Believe the Bible? Everyone says yes. Everyone single word??? Cause I don’t think, myself, it’s up for debate, if you believe in God. Okay, it says in the Bible that He will return. Correct, I don’t think he ever left. What makes you think that?? Because! Are you sitting down? And this will make some of you, non-believer’s happy. I believe we are all God, each one of us if we have been saved. You have the nerve to compare yourself to God? Did he make us in his image?? Are we his children?? Because it makes perfect sense if you dig a little deeper…ha….

Okay, let’s dig. What happens after you die.? Hell if I know? Pardon the pun. They put you in the ground or burn you, whoops, don’t like that option. You’re in the ground, crap, oh shit, or they cut you up and pass you all around. It doesn’t matter I’m dead, what about this soul thing? Where the heck does it go? Well, and you progressives will love this one. They get recycled. Roflmao Heaven?? Hell??? My theory? I knew you’d ask. It just comes back into your body if you’re saved. And you get a chance to do better. Everlasting life? Seems I heard about that, somewhere. Dang good thing!

I’m I starting to get your attention? No, you say? Hard-headed are we?

I know, I was toooooo!! What about sin, doesn’t the Bible say once saved always saved. John 3:15 – 18 “that whoever n believes in Him should 1 not perish but o have eternal life.

And let’s not get denominational, but I do have point to suggest about this verse. In what book of the Bible is this verse? The book of John? John the Baptist. Wonder why it’s there. Some people can’t see the forest for the damn trees. Round 2 to me.

It’s that simple. And I believe in simple. You see God wants you to be happy, because? God wants himself to be happy! I don’t get it big Dan? Me either. It took me dying. What did you say??? Yep, to be reborn again in my own body and have everyone think I was crazy. Lose everything that was important to me. Or what I thought was. Once again I was wrong. But God is love!! Unconditional, love, like you, have for your children, or like little children have for their parents.

Oh, now I know you deep thinkers, you atheists, you tree huggers, you people who say if there’s a God what doesn’t he fix all this shit? I’m going too! Are these extravagant promises? We think not, they are being fulfilled among us, sometimes quickly sometimes slowly. They will materialize if we work for them.

Where did that come from? It’s called the Promises. It’s in the book of Alcoholics Anonymous. It also says something along the lines of more will be revealed as we go along. And it is being revealed to me for some reason. And you may not believe that. But I don’t CARE. Know why? Cause it may help you, to believe, that I believe. With every fiber of my being that I’m right. Oh, I know I’m crazy. Yep, won’t even deny it. Crazy as a run over dog. Sorry about that you animal lovers! But it does happen, and I love dogs. And dogs love me.

Which brings us to Round 3.

I’m getting a buzz! Are you? Dog, God spelled backward. What the heck? Who came up with the name of animals. God? But I digress. What I’m saying is we’re all dogs in one form or the other. There’s good dog’s, bad dog’s, little dogs, big dog’s, mad dog’s, smart dog’s, stupid dog’s, men are call dog’s, Snoop dog, Pit Bull, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, big dog daddy, and last but not least women say all men are dog’s. Shit, they were calling us God all the time. Point being we have the power to turn any situation into a good thing. And I love good things. I love pretty women, pretty things, and pretty cars. I love everything that is good! Don’t you??? And there’s a little good and bad in all of us. So I guess I’m going to just say it…. I love everyone! Didn’t God do that? So I think I will try that too. Just in-case there is a God and it ain’t me. Cause he makes the rules. Why would he make so many rules? Nobody can ever do all that stuff and make it to heaven. See that’s the difference between you and I. I KNOW I’m already in Heaven if I try and do good things, instead of being a self-centered prick, as my lovely ex-wives used to say. And I was!! And I still am at times. Cause if you don’t care about your own ass, who will, God? It’s like the guy who says, let’s see if there is a God, quits his job, stays home and doesn’t work. Keeps waiting for God to send him a check or food. Somewhere in the Bible, it says faith without works is dead. God does give us the right to choose. The free will covenant. Are you familiar? That’s why He’s fair. He gave us the right to choose. I’ve also heard it said, if God is love, why do bad things happen in my life? You know what I say to that? Grow up and take some fucking responsibility for your actions. I had too. Most people live their whole life without doing that, and blaming someone else for their actions. In fact, I was the worst one to do that at one time. If I’d only had money, be good-looking, or what if my Dad hadn’t died?

My father died before I was three years old. He served in WW II. Came home and died of a massive heart attack at age 43. My mom basically raised me by herself. Why do I tell you this? So maybe you will see, I didn’t have much, but Mom did the best she could with what she had to work with. We didn’t have all this knowledge that we have now. The world is blessed, and all we do is complain, piss and moan, take pills for depression, everything is a disease, people are offended if you look at them, or you have ancestors who were white. Get the heck over it! As the Eagles said. And btw they said a helluva lot more. You want a list??? I knew you would. Let’s see?? Hotel California, Take it Easy, One of these Nights, Ly’in Eyes, Desperado, Peaceful Easy Feeling. The list goes on for days. So why were such huge stars? Cause they were good? Maybe? But I want to throw down the gauntlet, right here and now!

I dare anyone to say anything bad about the Eagles. I never heard them do anything bad. Maybe Walsh, oh, he’s an alcoholic like me. Dang, why couldn’t I have been an alcoholic who plays guitar???

I asked you one thing? Do you think God in his infinite wisdom would give so much, and bless someone with such incredible talent if they were bad?

It’s time to question what is good and what is bad? Why? Because evil does exist. It says that in the Bible too. Because I believe we are heading in a dangerous direction, everywhere in this country and world! I know we ARE and some of you do too. And personally, I’m sick of it. Oh, what can I do???? Be a man stand the fuck up, and say what you believe, grow a set of balls, say I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When’s the last time you heard that? Ronald Reagan, JFK??? I know we will never agree on politics. But can you say these men were bad??

Don’t be a fucking pussy. Cause one day and very soon you may need to have some GUTS! And if you don’t have it in you do that, get the fuck out of the way. Cause if you ain’t the lead dog, the view never changes. And you are fucked anyway. If you don’t have the balls to say to your wife I am the leader of this family and I will make the final decision, then you are already dead. Oh, I’m a sexist??? Nope, all women have the right to do whatever they want. They can work, vote, smoke, be a baby killer, be a whore, be a saint. I don’t really give a shit. I love all of you! But guess what, they can’t hit Nolan Ryan’s fastball. And neither could I. So when we have a woman that can hit a motherfucking curveball as Teddy Ballgame said I’ll say you’re equal to us. Otherwise, shut up. Oh, I want your opinion and most times you’re right and that pisses me off too. But it’s all good. Don’t you see? We all have roles to play. I can’t be a woman, I couldn’t fix my daughter’s hair, and couldn’t tell her she needed to lose weight, my wife had to do that. Why? Because if I told my daughter that she would have been crushed. But women have a way of doing that. Oh, what you’re saying that’s all women are good for? Don’t put words in my mouth, I was married to a brilliant woman. We use to play trivial pursuit, and we never lost. Seriously, I knew sports and some leisure, and she knew everything else. No kidding!

All I’m saying is, let’s try to open our hearts and minds to new ideas. Cause if a tank ever pulls in your front yard, you may want a big strong guy like me around. Heeeheeee

And a bit of advice to the men. This does not mean you’re King and she is your servant. Marriage is all about give and take, trust, respect, and changing, and being there for each other. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. I wish I could take credit for that but it’s in the Bible too. So if anyone tells you they love you, and you’re in a relationship? And they are jealous? See above. Cause I believe the Bible. That was a tough round. We will call it a draw for now.

But I will give you a bit of a sucker punch here. The show Mad Dog’s is about God too!!! Why you ask? Remember the sign Je-sus is everywhere? And what about the guy who gets knifed and dies? And has sex with the dead woman, and then goes and saves the woman they left in the woods, and then he walks out with his friends who went with him. You see, it’s about the battle between good and evil, we all fight every day. And most days we just let evil be. Like a sissy. Don’t say a word. Why? Scared, or we might offfffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnndddddddd someone.

Oh, I know what you’re going to throw me next! A motherfucking curve. Go ahead.

I’m JUDGEMENTAL. The Bible says, judge that you be judged by the same judgment.

Matthew 7:1-3King James Version (KJV)

Judge not, that ye be not judged.

For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

Okay, I agree, but name someone who is not judgemental about some trivial things. So don’t you get it, since we are all Gods, we have the right to judge. Because we all know basically right from wrong! And if you say, who are you to say what’s wrong, then I say your dead wrong. And YOU will have to answer for that. Because if you don’t know it’s wrong to kill another human being if you treat your pet’s better than you treat human beings, if you believe you can ruin the earth with garbage and pollution, then I don’t want anything to do with you anyway! Because it is my perfect right to have an opinion. Even if I’m a man. And if you say bad things against me I don’t care. But you better stay the fuck out of my face. You see, I’m not afraid, you can’t hurt me. Because I have no fear. Because I have faith. And I still love you!

Basically, I guess it’s my first amendment right to say and think anything. Even if I am wrong. That’s what made this country great! One of many! And slowly it is being pissed on and our very values are eroding.

And yes I believe in helping someone who is down or needs help. We were all created equal. But not the same and that is wonderful. What a boring world it would be. And I love learning new things and being around different people, who make me think outside the box.

Because I believe if you stop learning, and growing. You might as well be six feet under.

But all this being said, what’s my point, no point, I just want somehow to help someone, somewhere, and I will pray I do. Life is good today, and I know now it will be good every day until this body wears out and I rise again, as promised, and my soul is recycled again as an infant because there is not a beginning or an end. Thank you for that Lord!

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
The love that’s all around me
And so the feeling grows
It’s written on the wind
It’s everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up by the way that I feel
There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end
‘Cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I cannot get to thinking
Of all the things you said
You gave your promise to me and I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me in everything I do
You know I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up by the way that I feel
There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end
‘Cause on my love you can depend
I got to keep it moving
It’s written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it show

Love is all Around Lyrics

Song Lyrics on Allspirit

Performed by Wet Wet Wet

written by Reg Presley

as featured in the soundtrack of Four Weddings And A Funeral

Still in doubt???? And you said you believe the Bible…

Ecclesiastes  1:4-11

A generation goes, and a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.

The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
and hastens to the place where it rises.

The wind blows to the south
and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,
and on its circuits, the wind returns.

All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
there they flow again.

All things are full of weariness;
a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.

What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there a thing of which it is said,
“See, this is new”?
It has been already
in the ages before us.

There is no remembrance of former things,
nor will there be any remembrance
of later things yet to be among those who come after.

Roger G Hayes


2am until 6:32am approximately.

Fiction about Life…

A recent phone conversation…

Person 1: I love you!!!

Person 2: I love you too!  But I can show you better than I can tell you.

Person 1: You can?

Person 2: I’m from Missouri, the show me state. Can you show me?

Person 1:  I love you! What do yo want?

Person 2: I just want your time…

Person 1 Excuse me I got to take this call…

Person 2: Okay, call me back.

Person 1:  Ok, bye…

Person 2: Bye!

Haven’t heard from them in six months!



The Great Escape

Little Women Orchard House Edition Hardcover – 1915


Louisa May Alcott was both an abolitionist and a feminist. She is best known for Little Women (1868), a semi-autobiographical account of her childhood years with her sisters in Concord, Massachusetts. Alcott, unlike Jo, never married: “… because I have fallen in love with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man.” She was an advocate of women’s suffrage and was the first woman to register to vote in Concord, Massachusetts.
Photo by unknown [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.