Read “The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)” by The Doors on Genius

I wanna tell you ’bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow
With cunning precision
The back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh die

The negroes in the forest, brightly feathered
They are saying, forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate
Now listen to this, and I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache
I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache and the, loss of God
I’ll tell you ’bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I’ll tell you ’bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I’ll tell you this, no eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn

I’ll tell you ’bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language

Now listen to this and I’ll tell you about the Texas
I’ll tell you about the Texas, radio
I’ll tell you ’bout the hopeless night
Wandering the western dream
Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul


Playing solitaire for two.

And looking at you.

My heart sings the blues.

Because I’m tired of being used.

Just remembet the moose is loose..

So look out caboose.

There will be no truce.

Just truth, no phone booth.

Just behemoth.


Are you dens e”


Wild Child

Wild child full of grace

Savior of the human race

Your cool face

Natural child, terrible child

Not your mother’s or your father’s child

Your our child, screamin’ wild

An ancient rulage of grains

And the trees of the night

Ha, ha, ha, ha

With hunger at her heels

Freedom in her eyes

She dances on her knees

Pirate prince at her side

Stirrin’ into a hollow idols eyes

Wild child full of grace

Savior of the human race

Your cool face

Your cool face

Your cool face

Show Me

Show me a man not afraid
But is.
Let me stand by him.
Show me a man by any other name
Before me.
I will stand by him.
Show me the man not afraid
To die.
Let me stand by him.
Show me I am
Whose breath became mine.
Let me stand by him.
Show me a jester.
And I’ll show you a clown.
Let me stand by him.
The curtain was lifted.
Long before you missed it.
Everyone stand with me.
The South has risen.
Before your eyes. We now own everything
Important. Say hello to the Tide.
Stand and fight with us.
Sweet home knows the way.
Straight thru hell.
Let’s ride.
You’re here because you want the real thing.


JDM Crystals

Let’s swim to the moon
Let’s climb through the tide
Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Down, down by the ocean side
You reach your hand to hold me
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive
But I can’t be your guide
Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide
Easy, I love you
Easy, I love you
I am forever yours,
Faithfully. Always.
Circle of life. It never ends.
But we still win.
Each other.
Together again…..
Alive, again…….
Be still………


Seven, eleven, we’re in heaven.
Say it again.



Black and white mixed make gold for my
A new key on the piano a gold sky key,
In the gold mind of all.
Take Saul and soul and
Be bold and of one soul.
Be bold together.
Saftey in hearts of gold.
And softness.
And touch of the heart.
Enclosed within.
Without sin. Lend.
And defend the right.
To right all wrongs.
A song sing along.
Song and forget the let.
Let be gones be by gones.
Days of the new days.
On a Train of open.
Doors. Shrood.


See the Beauty

See the beauty inside the frame.

My frame, your frame, Iframe.

I like to thrash the moment

With my mind.

That’s all.

That’s what I do best us. Festus

Feast for us. A stream for us.

We always do our bestus cause we besties.

Beasties too.

Best for us to hang wit a pair rable.

Parable. Can you dig. Bruh.

But back to the mo. Moment that is.

I was framed I meant in the frame.

See me. I seas you.


Try to hang. Aright.


Sunday Afternoon Omen

Then there are those that won’t
What do I do?
No time.
They don’t get it.
And never will.

Oh well, it’s been a good day in hell!

Who is bad.
I am a dog.
A backwards dog.
Get it.
I knew u would.
Truth = Torah

Speaking in Secret Alphabet what a brew.



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Hunt? Hint! RGH/PUFF

Pulp Fiction.


I don’t get it big dan….

And u never will.


A Stream Streams

I am the stream I am the dream I am the beam, You are the team You are a dream You are a beam My name is it And I Am Sam A lamb a bam around aground a noun that o bounds in the sound in a town no frown abound I am here 4u go ago dobro’s low so blow the trumpet they all ready did a stream a dream ream seem beam love but never mind the gold mine the gold is your mind realign and be shrewd listen for a doors they are srood. Ya just never know….x2

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Do you see this number frequently?

But more about my interpretation as to what it means when you see the number 144 soon… 

But more about my interpretation as to what it means when you see the number 144 soon… 

144 Angel Number Meaning – The Prophecy Revealed? – (

“What can be more delightful than to have some one to whom you can say everything with the same absolute confidence as to yourself?”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

If Know One, Two

If no one has said I love you two-day.
Let me be the 1st.
I Love You!
I do not know you no you but I know I love you.
That’s All I wanted to Say.
Have a great moment!
And then glue this moment to that moment and stick the next one to it too.
I love you, Simple.
See you soon!!!!!

5:05 pm

I had a dream it seems.
No, it was the Jim Beam.
I was there.
I was two.
Remember the dream.
No, it made me scream.
It’s the truth.
Are we in the phone booth.
He chipped my tooth.
It was the beatles.
In the Beatle.
No the punch bug.
I do remember!
It was December.
You were young and limber.
In the October of November, remember.
Time flies.
You sigh.
Life goes on.
Long after the thrill is gone.
Hold that phone.
You hold it awhile.
I wish they would go out of style.
You too Joe.



Your Blues

I’m into your blues.

You have paid enough dues.

I am the volume of God.

In all megahertz.

Tap-in, tune-in, turn-on,

To the classy classics.

Feel the music hop.

Listen to the guitar talk, tap.

The base balk and stalk.

Hand’s of God?

My God your God.

Matters not.

Rest on less.

Lest you rest.

Rest on my blues bus, gus,

Less you lust four us.




Whispers I hear whispers.
Whispers of what is to come.
Whispers of silence.
There’s a sign on the wall.
But I want to be sure.
So I listen to the song bird.
It cries help me.

It cries help me, it cries help us.
I look to the west and cry.
As the whispers become screams.
In the night for me to fight.
Then the light whispers and soothes.
And I know what I must do.
I’ll stay long they say.
Whispers I hear whispers.
We won’t go they say.
We got you. Whispers the wind.
Screams the wind.
You, without sin, get on with it and,
Win. For us. Nothing can stop you.
Whispers all.
But can you do one thing.
Cover your eyes.
Cover your eyes, please
Whispers someone.
We got you. Forward, for us.
All of us.



Do You Speak Basque

I’m the lone ranger.
No you drive a ford ranger.
I wear a cool mask.
And you carry a big flask.
My mask is the coolest.
And the bluest.
I bought a personalized mask.
And now you’re someone.
It’s a very sexy mask.
The mask is sexy?
Don’t you think I look sexy in this mask.
You have to ask?
My mask is unique.
Are you tweaking?
My mask is cool.
Ditto, you’re a damn fool.
You’re jealous of my mask.
You’re a bit overzealous.
Love is never having to mask.
It’s ask you ass.
Haters gonna hate the mask.
This is my new smart mask.
It’s controlled by a brainless nimrod.
Don’t be mean to the mask.
Oh, go ahead bask in your mask.
I’ll unmask just for you love.
Keep it on, please and hold the Basque.

Ooh lalala.


Not Me

I’m gonna wash a load of clothes.
I have tide. It’s not the Crimson Tide.
But it will do. I have bleach too.
So it will be clean. This has no chlorine for colors.
I think I’ll add some downy for softness.
And some blue ice for the good smell.
Ah hell, thrown in some sanitizer and borax.
I’ll dry them with bounce or some more downy.
Prevent those darn wrinkles.
Be sure to add the sprinkles.
You know, those little bouncy balls in the dryer.
Sure are loud.
I’m so proud. To bad it cost me a paycheck.
Johnny? Paycheck? No, he’s dead.
Did he wear a mask.
No that was the lone anger. You mean ranger.
Of course and toto. No that was Dorothy in Oz.
Or Kansas.
Did you get you mask son?
Yes master. Yes master.
Did you wash it. Absorutely.
There’s that word again. Wash?
Nevermind. Whew.
Glad that thought is done.
You mean laundry.
Only cost me $19 a load.
Of crap. Stop please.
Did you sneeze?

Not me….

Let’s Pretend

Let’s Pretend.
Let’s pretend we are twelve.

Okay, bottom of the ninth in this 1957 Series bases are loaded.

The Hammer slowly walks to the plate.

He don’s his batting helmet.

Swings twice. The pitch floats to the plate.

There’s a drive to left, it could be it might be, it’s outta here.

The Braves win the series.

I just hit a walk off grand slam. The crowd is awed.

Let’s pretend I’m twenty-two. Ok, cool.

Pass that my way please. Want a lude?

Are you sure you’re good to drive.

Absorutely. Hold his bottle of Beam please.

Let’s pretend we’re thirty-two. No, your age not marriages.

It must be love. It was true love.

Did you notice the past tense in above sen tance.

I didn’t think so.

Let’s pretend we’re forty-two.

Rehab is for quitters.

I don’t like you very much.

Me either.

Let’s pretend we’re fifty-two.

Ok. Boring.

More Boring.

Let’s pretend we’re sixty-two.

Do over. Mulligan.

Not. No can do.

Hide and watch bitchy.



Super Fudge

I could not jog for the fog.
So I logged onto a blog.
I thought it just a cog.
But it was just a hillbilly dog.
It mentioned a great awakening.
For the forsaken ones.
I was quiet shaken.
I felt taken.
It said it was our time.
To change the world and let our light shine.
Get on with they urged.
It’s our time to purge and merge.
The evil surge.
Of mindless endless,


A Ribber Runs Through It

I only had one rib.

So the lie became a bir.

The bur caused a sore.

And a cold sore or three.

The sore led to little J O E.

And D I V O R C E.

Friends in the end.

It depends.

Aisle 14 for depends.

A ribber that guy.

No, ridder.


I love you.

Shhhhh, eat more nuts.

You fruit. I meant more fruit.

Did you ever try rattlesnake.

A delicacy you know.

How would you know.

I read that on the net.

I think.





It was not a dilemma it was a slam-dunk.
Subliminals are bunk.

They were such a joke.
Do you like coke.
Or do mind if I smoke.
Maybe I misspoke.
Take another toke, folk.

But don’t poke.

Except on facecloak.

Or twit tock.

Just breathe bloke.
Then look at your i Tracker.
And pass the ritzy crackers.
Just one.



Tread Lightly

Who made the new rules.
And changed the schools.
Who wanted the world.
And watched it unfurl.
Who made the plan.
Only know to the sandman.
Who wanted to be free.
To just be.
And now you’re in charge.
Are you sure you wanted a sinking barge.
As we wait for this skit to end.
Do you think we’ll just sit and mend.
No, as usual the hippies and stooges overreached.
And we have been breached.
Many feel all is lost.
But we the junkies and flunkies know we will win at any cost.
We will never surrender.
To you the red mind-bender.
Think us a fool you can rule.
Your charm like an empty spool.
Tread lightly elite cheats.
The sheeple OWN the streets.



In walked Jan.
With a cat in hand.
From what land.
The land of the sand.
She’s my biggest fan.
Not a man and has no tan.

Smart and seeking a new band.
She thinks she’s a zero.
But Jan is my hero.
For it is written.
She’s but a kitten.
Young and strong.
And will join out throng.
To right all wrongs.
So Jan be cool.
For you will be but a tool.
Of right, for the fight.
With the eight.
Soon everything will illuminate,
To bright.
Yes, Jan you’ve found your brand.
And it shall be grand.


Two Politically Incorrect Poll Questions

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Blah blah blah. But just in case it was Eve’s fault. Hack, hack hack. Please use auto-correct.

The moment! You are welcome.

My answers:
1) NO
2) Yes. Shit, I thought it was the power grid.
I’d like to change my answer or the question, sir.

The Ultimate Revenge

Did you ever pray to your God for answers.

Have you ever listened after the prayer for answers He gives.

Have you ever hit rock bottom.

And had that moment of clarity.

Have you ever been so depressed, down, beaten by life and saw no hope.

So low you considered suicide as you only option.

But you were gutless and couldn’t do it.

Have you ever felt like the last person on earth, alone.

Have you ever been so in love with a person that you believed they were too good to be true.

And they were.  But you stayed just to get the three days out of the month when they treated you perfectly.

This same person who was jealous of you, but you laughed and said I’ve met someone (you) who I would never ever disappoint.

Because  you knew you had found what you had been looking for and didn’t want anyone else.

But they did and you just let that slide. 

Yet, they renewed your hope in the human race.

There’s actually a person like this!  Who loves everyone even you sometimes.

Have you ever been told I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.

And you thought this person is out there.

And then suddenly they proved their love for you.

By walking away from everything for you and said I can’t live without you.

Then after falling madly in love found out everything this person said was a lie.

And to come to the realization it wasn’t you it just the fact you “new” to them that they actually treated everyone like that, especially those that didn’t come on to them.

And realize so what I still love them. They make me feel like no one ever has.

Have you ever had someone hurt you so bad, you cried, cried, and prayed to die.

And didn’t tell a sole about it because you wanted to remember that pain.

Not because they disappointed you. But because they somehow renewed your hope in love.

And you loved them unconditionally. Somehow and thought what the fuck is wrong with me.

And then they crushed your soul as only true love and can do.

And you somehow survived the survivable.

And you looked in the mirror at your reflection and smiled and said out loud.

God how I love you.  If I could only go back and live that pain again. Just to see her smile.

Just to feel that touch only she had one more fucking time.

And realize darling you may hate me I’ll always love you.

The ultimate revenge.

I still love you.

Your loss.

And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.

Thanks for the memories.

I know you remember too.

Just  thinking out loud dear.

Don’t be bitter. lol

I told you, you’ll always have a special place in my heart.

Reserved only for you.

You said you’d love me forever. 

Did you fib my love.

I didn’t.



A Country Song

Was I right or was I wrong.
Was I 25 or 44.
I can’t seem to remember.
That December.
I’ve always been an outlaw.
The outlaw that outlasts.
The life of an outlaw leaves nothing.
But a song. A memory of a song.
Long gone.
Don’t try to understand me.
You might change me, you say.
I walk to my own beat.
See me now.
Tomorrow I’ll be gone.

Do you love me.
Do you still love me.
But do you love me.

A good woman could change me, you say.
It won’t take long to figure out.
You’re not a good woman.
So, stick with me and you’ll see.
Things you never dreamed.
A bottle of Jim Beam.
And broken memories.
But the ride will be a scream.

Do you love me.
Do you still love me.
But do you really love me.

That’s just the way it is.
Everything must be this way.
I walk alone.
To atone for past indiscretions.
Not remembered.
And I always loved you.
Always needed you most of all.
So, you’re always welcome.
To walk around in my head.
One day you’ll see.
While you tried to fix me.
I was fixing you.

Do you love me.
Do you still love me.
But do you really love me.

Happy Birthday to Me and you too!

Sing With Me

I’m always paying dues it seems.4
For you. For me. For the tears.
For the fears at the rear.
It sears my heart.
Parts my stark heart.
Just like a lark.
I want to fly away.
So I continue to dream.
Of a dream beyond your comprehension.
A dream of songs and tunes softly playing.
Around and around it goes, take my hand.
Sing with me.




Covered with change.

But you still fear.

Wish you could hear.

The bear that roars.

The eagle that soars.

The God that rises.

I hear all.  I am all.

Wish you could hear.

The beauty in monumental moment.

That just slipped past.

To the past in which you dwell.

But breaking the knot.

Is not sought or bought.

You were but a thought.

And your thoughts seeped from the  form of the others.

The others who were right.

Wish you could hear.

Wish you were here.

Soar, oh, you undercover fearless one.

Soar today. Heaven awaits my soul brother.


Twelve Twenty-four twenty twenty/4

2:12 pm>>>>

Shack Attack Back an Act

Attract what you fact.

And that’s a tack.

Stuck under the thumb rack.

Let’s make a pact.

To attract and attack.

The lack of fact.

To Sack the Rack of Lack.

Mack, pack, and stack the color of love without flack.

Crack the egg of attract.

And subtract the hate that tracks.

And sidetrack the tact.

Hey just say get back jack.

I know the yak.

TAK a shacked attack.

Mirror the hack.

Just a crack.

And you will give the learned a knack.

From fiction to truth bak.




To Me

Upside you’re turning me.

Around and around, you’re burning me.

Inside out you’re spurning me.

Can’t you see you’re learning me.

Surround sound you’re returning me.

I know it’s all concerning me.

This overturning me.

This wave of churning me.

Sometimes I use rote learning me.

And I feel the lust for learning in me.

It’s beautifully discerning to me.

Oh, it fulfills the yearning in me.




Back Door

Once upon a time, there was a Cold War.

Then there wasn’t.

So now you can trust us.


Prove your Trust by letting us protect your data.

Let bygones be bygones.

Signed Kapersky.

Hack investigation closed.


The Doors.

I’m a backdoor man.

Designer Mug

My  life is not normal.

My life is Normal.

Normally my life is not normal.

There is not a normal life there is only life.

Do you want to live it.

Or live to regret it.

Which mug do you drink from?



Roll Tide

Spell Funky First

The words came first

Who created the words

Each of us as we arrived (born)

How, instant, record, play, sim,

Why, not why, just is. Not even creator knows.

Words first, word first, first word,

Computers first word

Or computers first, no word first

Word first, cloud rain scrabble letters.

Creator mad. Send flunky to pick up letters.

Flunky whine, more flunkies to help.

Flunkies learn to spell junky.

Monkey, funky, spelunk, uncle, antsy moray.

Apples and nuts cut buts and sluts.

But too much Such, In as much way too much.

And of course, not enough.  But I deserve it.

Will work for food.  Zoom. Letters all up Sir.

Dismissed. Right turn Clyde. You mean Left Turn Clyde.

And Rocky Balboa is knocked out.

Hear that? What? Ringing bell. Angel got wings.

Well, I never been to Spain.

But I’ve been to jail in Clarksville.

I don’t recall.

I really can’t remember.

This is November.

On, December what does it matter.




While look for my merry.

I found a shake topped with a cherry.

So, I took the ferry.

To the dairy.

Opinions may vary.

But it was very scary.

You see she wanted to marry.

Oh, contrary.

She announced I would be primary.

But here I sit at the library.

As I read all about berries.

Or is all this imaginary.

You think that extraordinary?

A bit reactionary.

While I check my itinery.

I’ll head to the apothecary.

But I found my merry unmarried Mary.

How necessary that unitary.



Letter Writers Selling news
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me down. It’s free.

Walk Away

Blacklist me.  

Walk Away.

Curse me.      

Walk Away.

Bully me.          

Walk Away.

Evict me.          

Walk Away.

Analyze me.      

Walk Away.

Materialize me.

Walk Away.

Number me.      

Walk Away.

Restrain me.

Walk Away.

Mask me.

Walk away.

Distance me.

Walk away.

Lie to me.

Walk away.

Limit me.

Walk away.

Destroy me.

Walk away.

Anger me.

Walk away.

Leave me.

Walk away.

Walk away.

Walk the other way.

Threaten me.

 I Walk your way.



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Timeless Mind

Oasis, Desert, Door, Jesus, Open, Glass
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Many of our scriptures refer to the tenth door and to the mysticism attached to it.

Ancient Hatha Yoga refers to this ‘door’ as the brahmrandhra, moksadvara or mahapatha. While the Guru Granth Sahib refers to it as the ‘Dasam Dwar‘.

So what is the essence of this ‘door’? How can we open it? Are there any precautions to be taken?

The human body has nine physical openings i.e eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth, anus, and urethra. These are essential for the body to live and thrive.

The Tenth door is an ethereal opening on top of the head. It isn’t material or tangible. Rather a doorway for energy flow.

The scriptures say that ‘this door is normally closed’.

In other words, through this opening, infinite energies of the Universe, benevolent as well as malevolent can access us or even enter us. It is…

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