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I Could Be Your Hero(in)

If there's any irony to my situation, it's that I've become insatiable in my desires. Let me explain: in the past, I've set goals and reached many-a-milestone…yet, to achieve so monumental a change in so short a span…it took only 2 weeks from decision to action before I was moved out…it's become my Heroin. Now that I know the rush, I don't want to lose the feeling.

Out on the hunt once more, looking to score….

I know that if I blink, the world will not disintegrate in those brief flutters of uncertainty. This is no hallucination. I am here because of a vision. Under the influence of clairvoyance, my reservations and apprehensions have evaporated…Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I went for it--looked, leaped--and I feel like a Superhero. Only, I know I can't fly. I know my limitations--and I know I'm (mostly) limitless.

If there's any irony to my situation, it's that I've known for a long time it would come to this…And, wouldn't you know, I was made for it.

©2009 RA

Who's Whose Who?!

So, here I am: living the reality that was once a dream. It isn't yet what it will be. The good parts are just around the corner. And so, too, are the bad. To put it simpler still: I am living a five-part mini-series, and this is the Pilot Episode. The plot is naught but raw, unrefined ingredients. Characters are method; it is uncertain, however, who's a regular and who's making a guest appearance. Tune in next week for more daring-do...!

Here I am: living out on my own, with my dog, and a roommate. This is good, but so much more is in store…and is just around the corner. Good, Bad, Fugly, it's all in there.

I have no choice but to stay tuned and live this life I've given my self.

Cut.

©2009 RA

All Ayes on Me

All I need is a sock
and it's Espionage.
I fear none of man's Armies;
none of them can harm me
like me.

All I have is a cock,
it's hard as rock or flops.
I'm made of light so blinding,
but I'm being blinded
by me.

All I need is to stop;
say no to self and walk.
In this world it is just me;
if only I trusted
in me.

All I have is this song
to soothe and move me on.
This hymn here is a lesson,
and no secret weapon
to me.

©2009 RA

Kindergarten of God

In the kindergarten of God,
I'm naught but a pawn,
spitting in an infinite pond.
And in this universe
that knows no wrong,
I've done become
distraught and oblong.
Lord knows,
I should be excited
to be alive and writing.
Insight is in sight--
it's not that I'm blind;
I know that light
must come from inside.
I've just not found
lightning to strike me.
Spread me thin
in this existence;
leave the ego broken,
no room for a friend.
At this place in space,
I'm no more penitent
than patient;
I won't wait
for judgement--
I'm above it.
I do not grudge
my relation's ships;
in any one I'll sail away
to a simpler place.
And it will be in grace
that I seize every day.

©2005-2009 RA

Socionary Insult of the Day #1

I will bake your human-clay into a vase and smash you on the head of victory.

Socionary Word of the Day #5

Twitteruption [Twit•ter•rup•tion]
(noun)
1) a pause in the progress of a thing to update one's Twitter Stream
2) an inexplicable and often detrimental break in Twitter's service

Master of Mash-Up

Mind, body, and soul. All mashed-up
like music and potatoes.
No gravy, please--
can't stand the calories.
No auto-tune, please--
not all doors need keys.
Wherefore art we at this eleventh hour?
What was mine became ours.
But like so many lemon drops,
something's gone sour.
Same great taste, less chilling.
Words shaken, not stirred--put it on my tab.

Bill me.

©2009 RA

A Life of Grime

Trash on these streets
Crumples beneath feet.
Throw life away one
Plastic bag at a time;
No other way to run
A torrid life of grime.

©2009 RA

Socionary Word of the Day #4

Twitterquette [Twit•ter•quette] :
(noun)
the code of polite usage of @replies, #hashes, and DMs on Twitter and other Social Networks.

Destiny on the Rocks

It's unintentional, what I do to shape my Fate. Really. It's not like I want to shoot myself in the foot with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into my little piggies.

Still, despite my efforts, I have this uncanny knack for building up what will some day tear me down. Perhaps the Human Condition is making decisions and taking actions that later create or become obstacles on the Road of Life. The world may never know.
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My Backyard is a tumble of weeds, crabby grass, and the last remnants of civilization--bits of shingle, plastic shards, rusty nails, and so on--the stuff American Dreams are made of....I have tasked my self with transmogrifying this Post-Industrial Wasteland into a Suburban Paradise.

To do so will require much blood, sweat, and cliché. Most of my labors, however, could have been avoided had I chosen more wisely some 4 years back.

It was an evil and vile shrubbery. A spiny evergreen mass that sprawled out of the flower bed and onto the strip of pavement connecting the garage and the back door. And its time had come.

From upending its terrible roots to swiftly ushering several unhappy Black Widows to the afterlife, it took some days to purge the pestilence of the plant from the flower bed. When all was done and done, there remained but one obstruction: Decorative Rocks.

I distributed their abundance along the fence line, to seal up gaps and discourage my snoopy-nosed puppy from digging his way to Freedom...Yet, despite my efforts, there remained an unsettling surplus. There were loads of them.

So I did what I thought best: I mixed the remaining rocks in with the soil of the flower bed. 'Out of sight, out of mind'. It wasn't like I was ever going to develop a Green Thumb.

Boy, was I ever a presumptuous little prat.
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Fast forward to me hunched over, exhuming each and every buried skeleton from that flower bed. A hard lesson from the School of Rock(s).

For most folks, Fate is naught but a figment of the Ego. But for me, Fate happens by my hand.
And all too often I take notice after the fact, and silently curse my fingerprints and the air I breathe.

La Gravità Sociale

Emotion ran high from the onset--

then came the condescending non-sense
of gossip: an impossible process
born of broken promises.
There's no armistice
in derogatory comments--
astrological comets
flying, falling, flaring down--
blaring sounds and varied nouns,
confounding the people I meet,
the people speaking to me....
Free speech is not always enlightening--
in spite of the peace I've tried to keep,
these sheeple keep on bleating at me--

until I'm defeated by deceit.

©2009 RA

Socionary Word of the Day #3

Imagidemic [Im•ag•i•dem•ic] :
(noun)
a widespread occurrence of misinformation on infectious diseases and their effect on the world community.