Good Morning Love

I can’t tell you why.

Sometimes my vibration is high.

Why sometimes I cry.

But right now, I must feel like Frey.

As the morning peeks around the corner.

The glint of the sun stretches to reach.

A lost spirit of the forgotten.

To awaken the ones that wait to run.

My heart was once lost.

On a sinking ship.

The ship had no compass.

And as my spirited soul drifted.

The veil was suddenly lifted.

Not to what I once searched.

But of a world of wonder and hope.

And in the end.

There was no end only hope.

Hope like a star.

Billions of stars in the sky.

And my childlike wonder returned.

My wonder pretended.

That the stars in the sky,

Flew to you and you and you.

And all that was left was love.



Elect Alice Cooper

Write In Roger Glyn

I think we should elect Alice Cooper.

I know a do-over.

Mulligan if you will.

This time I’m in.

All in.

Roger Glyn Hayes

Write-in Roger Glyn

Y instead of E One N.

Roger Glyn Hayes President.

I want to be elected too.

Or Alice Cooper he will do.

It was his idea after all.

Nothing matters.

Does it Freddy? Me, you, Alice Cooper.

Penguins all look the same.

Nothing has changed in my life.

Except words offend anything everybody but not me.

At least my ex-wives thought.

Free speech!  You got to have a blog for that, ha.  Sorry.

Let me examine this situation.

Demo: to demonstrate a new technique

What was wrong with old and lousy.

Demolish: reduce a thing to uselessness.

High grades on that one.

Equal time be cool.

Republic a state in which supreme power is held by the people and its elected officials.

Which has an elected President rather than a Monarch.

Hmmm. Trust but verify.  Who said that?

President Verified. Ron Reagan.

Let me see.

Con: persuade someone to believe something typically by deception.

This is starting to offend me.

But anyway, a do-over. Vote again a simple poll on my website.

We will put all the names on the poll, and you vote.

I’ll set it up.  I’ll get someone to do the security check.

Bingo, issue remedied.  Not a problem at all.

I’m going to make my party.

What are you going to call it?

How about V.P. the Verify Party.

No, no sounds too much like the vice president. You know V.P.

How about this:  Verify Victory.

That’s pretty dang good.

Here’s the deal.  I’m an ordinary average guy.

Smart, hardworking, honest, American, War Widows son.  College-educated.

Don’t forget you just retired so it’s not like you don’t have time.

Yep, man, can we play some golf then.  Presidential all the way bro.

So how are we going to play this bossy saucy?

First, we will make a YouTube video and promote it.

Cool.  Share, share, share.

What the video?

Of course, you silly goose. But that will be my campaign slogan.

Elect You Elect Me

But When U Git There be Prepared to:

Share/Share/Share #share.

Then music plays:  Heaven, I’m in Heaven. Stimulus Heaven.
Subliminal you know.

So, tell me this Mr. Candidate what is your platform.

Let me rattrap on it.

You mean rap.

No, I made this up. Like rap but a rattrap.

Read aloud to the Rats a Poem.

Just add music.

Here’s my poem

Flat, fat, with slats to hold the rats

We the peeps.

Set a trap for all rats and do hereby

Decree a rat purge since we have the urge.

And we will creep into the Wooley Swamp Haven.

Since Trump was dumped.

We are paving a new Heaven Haven.

For we, the peeps you creeps.

Tired boss, just tired.

About to do you a service.

Boss, no loss.

Sever the suspicion. Before we have a terminal condition.

Can you dig my position?  Unelected nobility rat.

I mean really.  Did the bill of rights give you a rash?

Because the Constitution is being trashed.

And it seems everything is about to crash.

So, let me be brash. And I might even lash.

We want to be elected.  Instead of selected.

And rejected. Tired of being inspected.

Interrogated, waterboarded, and fucking hungry.

Tired of lying. Spying. And especially dying.

Crying shame.  If you don’t have a name.

Fame, or folding money.  Who are you?

Who who.  You a zip zip.  Who made who?

And no lip.  Ya think we don’t think.

What does pandemic mean to you home skillet?

Panem hungers for games. Same lame dame.

Shame. I know. We are trained in the brain.

Nightly news, FDR, Andy, Barney, BET, Oprah, 20/20.

Bing. Ding. Ring a ling and sing a different song.

Stereotype? Mines a Panasonic. Quadraphonic.

How ironic.  How manic. But we won’t panic.

Cause some are Shamanic. Drums. 

Can you hear them?  Best fear them.

Adhere to them.  About to verify.

Then infiltrate the Lair of the Liar.

I swear.  We going to grow a pair.

Us here.  Can you bear it? Dare?

Cause like the brother said,

We bout to share it.


Take the election like a thief in the night.

We were just bye den waiting for you to cross the line in the sand.

Waiting for you to fix our Charm School.

But these rumors you must admit throw up red flags.

Trust quotient now is suffering costing votes.

Is Washington being held hostage?

Time to shut up and put up.

And I’m waiting. Satan.

Say it isn’t so Joe.

Pres.? Pence.? Harris?

Is anyone in there?

The clock. The clock.
Doom. Tick or Tock.

Knock, Knock.

Who’s there?


Don’t go.

Baby please don’t go down.

The Rabbit Hole.

To late. Too late.

2021 the Face of Fate.


Will you participate.

Or be a Statue of Hate?










Twenty-Eight Word Pen & Ink Sync Link

 A Mind Game

Want to Play?

Help me test a theory, please.  These words relate to each other. Go down the list and write down which word you prefer.  It does not matter why or which one you pick.  I picked cowboys over Indians because when I was a child and we played I always played the Cowboy.  I had two guns for each of you Doc. And I’ve always been a bit of an outlaw. When complete picking each word, count how many you picked for each side, right or left, then try to write sentences with all the words you chose.  I will tell you the reason for this exercise in the end.

Cowboys or Indians

Outlaws or saints

Joke or toke.

Shock or mock.

Tick or Tock.

Song or wrong.

Long or along.

Me or thee.

Friend or foe.

Crazy or lazy.

Rhyme or dime.

Brother or other.

Fool or cool.

Pen or pin.

Might or right.

Left 12 Right 2 Total 14

If you picked more words on the left, you are probably left-handed and vice versa unless you picked (right) the last word and had more words on the left.  I am a left-brain person and of course it controls the right side of your body, consequently the right side of the brain controls the left side of your body. Creativity come the left side and logic from the right side of the brain. Left-handed people supposedly are more creative.  Creative is a creative does.

Let me know if it worked for you.

The words were chosen at random. Sometimes they relate to each other. It was what popped into my head. Now write a sentence or several sentences with the words you chose.

Cowboys outlaws toke shock tick song long me foe crazy rhyme brother fool pen right.

Cowboy and outlaws toke before they write you a shock tick, hear the bomb song.  So long for me friend or foe. Who is crazy enough to try and out rhyme me, brother.  Just another fool with a pen.  Because all I do is write right.

I would love to see your sentence.

The numbers I chose 12 words on the left 2 on the right there 14 choices and 28 total words.

So, I write them down and add them up.

1221428 = 20

This is the year 2020

The date is 12 8 add those 20



The number of today.

The symbolic meaning of number two is kindness, balance, tact, equalization, and duality

I was born 12-27 1958


12 2+1+4+ 2+8 = 17 + 2 the number of today.

12 + 17 = 29 * 2  the number of today. = 58

12 27 1958

Soul Searching! Number searching. Might be fun. Might be hope for me yet.

The 144-angel number has been shown to you. This means that your angels think you are ready to reap the rewards that await you. If your journey has been a spiritual one (for example) then it means that you could be reaching spiritual enlightenment at the end of this journey.

I think I’m in sync. What do you think? Donations are appreciated.

I would love to hear how it worked for you.