Saturday, December 14, 2013

I Know I'm An Alien In This...


An Echo leaf blower costs $159.99.  Their slogan is, "Get Serious."  I am not joking.

(A Declaration):  I will one day be free.

Every day I'm more free than the day before.

Hi, I'm Gary's mustache.  You may have noticed me.  It looks like I've always been combed - because I probably have been.  I very rarely have anything stuck in me.  Every now and then a noticeable droplet of milk hangs off me.  Gary quickly removes that.  He takes good care of me.  He even brushes me when he brushes his teeth.  Gary is a little odd.  But, he treats me well, and I treat him well, too, getting him many ladies who are into a sort of retro-creeper look.  Well, I have to go, Gary is about to drink some orange juice.  It was nice meeting you.  You should talk to my cousin, Melissa's mole sometime, she is quite the character.

People order a "hot oven grinder," but you never hear them order a "cold oven grinder," because that's a grinder that's in a refrigerator.

A caterpillar crossing a highway.

HILLARY SWANK USES COUPONS!!!

Don't let who you are defeat who you could be.

Sitting by my fire I feel like I've accomplished something.  I'm not sure what, but I did it.

Why are grown men beating their wives?  Why are women killing their unborn children?  Why are parents not taking care of their kids?  Basic human care and decency has been lost.

I plan to earn my death with my life.

Humanity:  Shit, we created disposable, individually wrapped plastic straws.  Do you realize how much that says about us as a people - as a form of life?

I hated having to learn what love wasn't.

You can chase perfection to nothingness.
You can chase love to loneliness.

Society is the wedge that has split humanity apart.

I choose to be poor, but live more.

I want to talk about chef salads.  What is with those?  What is the standard?  What is supposed to come in them?  How can different people put different things in a salad, but still it's considered a chef salad?  Isn't there a universal chef salad?  A Plato's Form of what every chef salad is?  Like if I put anchovies, pancakes, and gummy bears on a salad and said its a chef salad, what could they do about it?  Not a damn thing.

These creatures...they pay people to tell other people what the weather might be instead of just waiting for it.

Only humans bow towards Mecca.

The extent of our care is a bumper sticker.  We don't actually do anything about it.  We don't actually live our lives to reflect it.  But, we make ourselves feel better about it by putting this on our car.  Bumper sticker:  really working for your cause.

It's water under the bridge, but I overheard what you said.

I know I'm an alien in this...

Parallel parking to get your booze.

Some sort of metaphor:  A shadow disappears with light.

She's a waste of time.  The greatest waste one can find.  She's a waste of time, oh yes she is, the greatest waste of all.

Some sort of metaphor:  All clouds hover at the same level.

People watch TV instead of looking out the window of a plane.  I consider it a total waste of something.

How can a napkin ever be considered littering?  How can all these cars not?

Life; find a way to make it work and enjoy it while doing it.

"There's always hope for something different." - Lady at the dog park in Los Angeles.

Many, bordering on most things, are just distractions from who we are.  Distractions from ourselves, from connecting with life in a greater way.

I look out at the ocean from a beach in LA at night and I say, "This is how it's supposed to be."  Then, I turn slightly to the left and see the power plant on the shore with the smoke pouring from the stack, the blinking lights and realize that is how we make it.

I heard a laser hair removal commercial that said, "Wouldn't it be great to never shave again?"  You can already do that.

People say, "I'm starving," as if it's no big deal.  No one who was actually starving ever said it all non-chalant like that.

Time isn't money.  Time is life.  Don't waste it.

A:  Got everything?
B:  I'd forget my balls if they weren't attached to my vagina.

I don't like that a small minority can ruin it for the rest of us.  Why is it like that?

My dad beat my brother Senseless.  What's worse is he named my brother Senseless.

If you're black, it's not called a glove compartment.  It's a gun compartment.

Don't be too naive.  Remember; people build on their own disaster.

I have an abundance.  Don't you see?

I beg these (mainstream) musical artists:  Please, say something!!!

Rules I made up:  White people can never refer to their area code as "the ###."

Heard on radio:  "Minimally invasive spine surgery."  This must be explained to me.

I'll be proud to die because I'm proud to live.

It feels good to stand in the rain knowing close by you have a roof over your head.

Wrap your head around my sexuality, you'd have to be a giraffe and  you still wouldn't be able to smother what I'm open to.

Fecal Matters
As of November 29, 2013, I have 916 total shits for the year.  I need 84 to reach 1,000 for the year.  I have 31 days left.  I need to average 2.70968 spd (shits per day) to get 1,000.  My average spd so far is 2.74251 spd, so at this rate, I will reach it.

Every second is a lifetime.

November 29, 2013:  I saw 4 cars in a row turning into the McDonald's parking lot the day after Thanksgiving.

Don't you want a piece of the past?  I do.  And I want a piece of you, too.  Actually, I want the while thing, I'm so far from full.

My breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them with the mountains.

Cockels.  Cockels of my heart.

The Dying Nipple:  A Novel.

At this point in time in America, we have the most to be thankful for, but we are some of the least thankful people.

A Book:  The Art of Getting Up A Phlegm.

I'm a white, land owning man in America in the year 2013...(leans back cusping head in hands)...ahhh soak it in.  I've got it too good.

I think I'm dumb, but I'm dumb so I'd most likely be wrong about me being dumb - which would mean I'm smart, but you can't be dumb to understand that.  I'm not sure if I do or not.

According to my 6 year old nephew, I'm actually not a bitch.  I'm a nice, ugly, idiot.

Thanks for reading.

Crap

Constipated thoughts
rush out of me
once held back
by a lack of release

I'm a writer now
continuously pushing out ideas
as they come to me

As a man eats
I live
As a man defecates
I write poetry

I'm proud to say
look at this toilet bowl book of poetry I have written
and read my shit

(December 14th 2013)
To Write - and Live

Marvel at mediocrity.

Be able to find magnificence in the mundane.

Electricity, energy where others just can't see or feel it.

Find something close to heaven
in boredom.

Create a masterpiece
from nothing.

Take a feeling
and stretch it into eternity.

See beyond.
Look deeper.
Think.
Be open.
Let it flow.

Let no moment be meaningless.

Make every second
a miracle.

(December 12, 2013)

My Cats

My cats are warriors
animals of their own kind-
survivors

I'm proud of their ability to adapt - to overcome -
to live nearly on their own

They lived in the woods this summer for months-
only food was left for them

They sit here now
by the fire

They have the ability to relax now-
to enjoy the warmth of the woodstove

I'm proud of my cats-
these warriors, these survivors-
these gentle, loving, individualistic animals

They are more a man
than many of us

(December 11, 2013)
Stop And Watch The Children Grow

Never take your woodstove for granted
the sunshine
your kids
the cats
the cold
the love
your house

Never forget how the day becomes night.
Stand in awe of the mountains.

Never forget
your family
your friends
your loved ones

Always remember
your heat during the winter
the warm meal on the table
the laughter, the love, the sharing

Stop to appreciate
the sex, the emotion, the physicality, life itself

Don't run through and miss
the joy
the simplicity
the way it all works
the tears - good and bad
the time we spend with one another

Don't let it pass by without noticing.

Stop and watch
the children grow
the seed become a plant
the rainfall
the tear from my heart is I write this

Never forget the love
we all share -
this common bond of care
we have for each other

Never forget to let someone know.

(December 8, 2013)

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

My Soul

Words are often wasted.
The people are't focused enough on caring.
Being a neighbor means nearly nothing.
The houses got bigger, the people got further apart.
The TVs got skinnier, the people got fatter.
Our resources but something to be used - abused.
Snow nothing but something we must plow through.
Time something we only attempt to turn into money.
A race to a finish line not worth completing.

Our landscape only roads to get somewhere else.
No here and now anymore-
always running from the moment.

People closer physically, stacked on top of each other in apartments,
but so far apart mentally.

Houses much bigger, but less people living in them.
The rain an annoyance we cover our heads from,
not what provides the availability for our food.

Care thrown away
like the trash we produce piled in heaps.
Moments lost by trying to capture them in pictures.
Life lost by trying to write it all down.
Time wasted by attempting to make money.
Minds fried by the fluorescence
Life drained by the cycle.

The kids don't play outside as often,
there is less area to do so.
Time not truly shared enough.
No community surrounding us-
everything outsourced from somewhere else-
because it is cheaper, because it is easier.

Very few lives truly earned.

We want vacations
but nature doesn't stop.

More money, less trees.
More money, less care.
More money, far many more ways to waste it.
Draining the future.
Taking away what will be.

We have lost something special,
strangled by our wires
cut off by our technology
connected on a larger scale, but we forget what's right in front of us.
We run from it-
distract ourselves from it.

We never stop enough to see the beauty-
too caught up in our man-made creations
to be able to have awe in those which we never could create.

Childlike wonder lost,
replaced with adult pig-headedness.

Thinking we know it all,
unable to accept the idea
that life is greater than who we are.

Unable to accept
that there is a future
and we are accountable for it.

Unable to change our lives accordingly
because it would be too much of a change.

We have it too easy.
We are complacent,
but so much is lost because of it.

We earn so little of us lives with our hands
no longer connected to our homes
our heat
our life
our surroundings
our work
ourselves
each other.

There is hope and love
moments so untouchable by anything
I cry when thinking about it.

Simple things
like time with my family
sharing life with loved ones.

Why can't it be about that more often?

I don't know about you
but it means too much to me
not to make it happen.

(10/9/2013)

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Stubs Toe On Piece of Wood

Dialogue:

Fuck.
Fucking fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Fucking fucker.
Fucking fucker fucking fucked me!
Fucking fuck.
Oh fucking fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Ah, fuck.

Fuck!
Fucker!
FUCK!!!
Fuck!

Fuck!
Fuck!

Fucker!
Fucking mother fucker!
Fuck.
Fucking motherfucking fucker!

Dialogue With Notes:

Fuck. (surprised reaction)
Fucking fuck! (as in "that really hurt")
Fuck. (hits knee as falls)
Fuck. (hits arm as falls)
Fuck. (thuds on ground)
Oh, fuck. (as in "goddamnit")
Fuck. (as in "I hope no one saw that; I'm embarrassed")
Fucking fucker. (referring to the piece of wood he tripped over)
Fucking fucker fucking fucked me! (as in "the jerk who left the wood there is to blame")
Fucking fuck - (as in "when I see that jerk I'll get him for this")
Oh fucking fuck (as in "and it'll be bad")
Fuck. (sigh as in "what a situation")
Fuck. (laughing a bit; beginning to see the funniness of the situation)
Ah, fuck. (as in "I should calm down and let it go)

[stands up]

Fuck! (as back cracks)
Fucker! (as knee tweeks)
FUCK!!! (terrible neck crank)
Fuck! (notices mud on pants)

[wipes off mud]

Fuck! (that's not dirt - it's dog shit)
Fuck! (as in "and it's on my hands too!")

[starts to walk; stubs toe again]

Fucker! (as in "ouch")
Fucking mother fucker! (falls again)
Fuck. (lying on ground, as in "I'm just gonna give up today.'")
Fucking motherfucking fucker! (as in "but not before I get the guy who left that wood sitting around)

Friday, September 27, 2013

Letters To No One


Dear Tom

Thanks for the ice cube.  I think that's what you sent me in the mail.  I'm not sure, because by the time I got it, it was water, or bleach, I'm not sure.  I drank it anyway.  It had somewhat of a chemically taste to it, but most waster does nowadays.  How have you been?  I've been really sick lately.  Feels like my insides are ripping apart and I keep violently throwing up every two hours.  Probably just a minor cold.  Stay in touch.

                                                                                                         Bob

__________

Dear Sue

Thanks for the necklace.  It fit great around my penis.

                                                          Yours in love, Stew
__________

Dear Hellen

Hey, you probably can't see, read, or hear this since you are both blind and deaf (not to mention dead).  But anyway, I met you the other day and you were a total bitch.  Just wanted to let you know, I wasn't sure if you could notice.

                          Sincerely, Once A Fan Of People With Double Disabilities
__________

Dear Garden Gnome

You creep me out.  Shit, and I live here.  Imagine what the neighbors think.  Why are you here?  Why did my uncle chain you to the front step like that so you can't be moved?  I gotta stay away from that guy.

                                               Sincerely, John Pitroff
__________

Leopold

I saw your garden didn't do too well this year. That sucks.  Well, I just got out of jail for stealing computer parts.  Sort of random for someone so anti-technology as myself.  What happened with the garden?  You just suck at producing life?  Your kids are evidence of that fact.  Well, I gotta go - gonna go feed my lovely kids fresh vegetables from our farm.

                                             Sincerely, Randy

P.S. You need any computer parts?
__________

To A Hitman:

I got your number from a friend of a friend of someone I don't really like.  Anyway, I'm looking to employ you for your skillz.  (I wrote that with a "z" cause I heard you are black and wanted to make you feel comfortable by letting you know "I'm down" with your lingo).  I need you to take out my wife.  I don't want her killed though, just injured - slightly.  Any way you can hook it up so she stubs her toe or cuts her fingernail just a bit too close?  She makes me mad, but not mad enough to do anything more severe.  I already tried heating her soup up just a tad too much so she burned her mouth for the day and couldn't really taste food that well for the next few hours, but it was lost on her.  Thanks.

                               Butch

Friday, September 20, 2013

A Little Math


(everything = death) + (death = the unknown) = (everything = the unknown)

a = (german) - g x (e + r + m + n)


Aunt Bobby Joe Sue

Aunt Bobby Joe Sue had the misfortune of parents who couldn’t decide over a name.  Instead of their original plan of a dual involving automatic weapons to decide who would be the one to choose the name, they found peace and were able to agree to just call her both names.  This was never good for her self esteem, as it is hard enough to live with one male name as a girl, never mind two.  It is no wonder she developed sexual problems and went on to become a lesbian.  It didn’t help that her parents also kept her wardrobe consisting solely of dirty overalls and motorcycle jackets.  She  married a man (who was once a woman) named Wilfred Jared.  They had a lot in common, mostly the fact that their parents didn’t know how to name them according to their sex.  A quadruple homicide was in the works involving both, but plans were stifled when, as they said, “Those damn Mendez brothers stole our idea.”  They started a campaign to have the Menendez brothers killed because of their jealousy, and so that I can’t write about them in the year 2010, more than two decades after they are still on the minds of the mainstream American public.

Bobby Joe and Wilfred Jared went on to have a daughter who starred in Disney movies at the age of eight.  She voiced many prominent male figures due to her deep voice which she developed when it was found that she had undescended testicles…and a descended penis.  She was fired from Disney when she was not willing to exploit her underage body on TV and in movies, something which she agreed to when she signed the contract with Disney.

She was still able to find large amounts of fame at a young age, but “Androgynous” as they called her, could never recapture her fame in her later years.  She went on to work at Wal-Mart as a greeter but was fired when she didn’t pay attention during the interview and told the entering shoppers to, “Get the fuck out of here!”  Being fired from Wal-Mart was not the end for Andro-genius (a nickname she developed due to her love of Albert Einstein), but a shopping cart was.  She was killed in a drive by shopping cart shooting by a high end member of the popular Crip gang when he mistook her for the son of a KKK leader.  She was wearing a white robe and a pointy white hat at the time of her death.  The service consisted of something I am too drained to think of, although I am sure it was overly hilarious and creative.

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Thursday, September 12, 2013


YES!!!  THERE IS ORANGE JUICE IN THE FRIDGE!!!


Wednesday, September 11, 2013

People Should Be Better To Each Other

People should be better to each other.

It seems their lives are too fast paced to care.

Too caught in their own confusion
to see their mistakes.

Too destroyed by their own vices
to notice what they are doing to one another.

People should be better to each other.

One must stop and take the time to notice this
but its too quickly on to the next
without seeing what it is
we lost.

People should be better to each other
but it’s so much easier
to go rushing through our lives
never noticing how we treat one another.

People should be better to each other
should slow down enough to notice
should stop enough to care
should take the time enough to reflect
to love
to come to find someone else.

People should be better to each other
but we are so caught up in our own lives
attaining our own goals
acting selfishly, sometimes without even seeing it.

People should be better to each other
but we are moving so quickly
towards nothing
leaving each other behind
in our steps toward nothingness.

People should be better to each other
but we are so damn caught up
with the dollar
with time
with knowing that time can equal money
that we mow over our own existence
we glide past our own lives
attempting to get something.

People should be better to each other.

They deserve it.

We do.

People should be better to each other.

Too much is lost.  Not enough love is shared.

People should be better to each other.

All it takes is time.

(3/22/2012)
Art

You can’t sell
what’s in my mind-
how I see things
otherwise this view here
of the sky
as I lie here looking up
would make me forever wealthy-
in fact-
it has.

(9/9/13 at The Land)

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Remember

You can only stand at the top of Mount Everest for moments.

Just ask Nietzsche,
who fell further than he had ascended.

The life of a madman,
who climbed the highest peaks
(of self)
But tried to/wanted to remain at the top
forever.

It’s an impossibility to
be so high when you are so deep.

But remember,
some of the mountain tops
were once depths of the sea.

(Friday March 19, 2010)
In Case You Ask

I know my answer
and my answer for you
is that
you have to find
your own

(Tuesday July 13 2010)

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Let’s Dance

Let’s dance

Let’s dance together
just because we can
just because we are here
just because the opportunity is alive

Let’s dance
to the tune of what we feel

Let’s dance
simply because we have been given the chance.

(August 28, 2013)

Come as you are and take me as I am.


Recent Mental Vomit


Bullying will never be stopped, it’s just a part of life, so stop trying, you overly sensitive pacifist dorks.

sandbox:  a condition women get when they go to the beach.

Stop.  Think about what you have.  Be thankful, grateful, appreciate it.  Stop.  Don’t think about anything else.  Really think about what you have.  Don’t dwell on what you don’t.  If this doesn’t work, minimize your life and simplify.  The less you have, the more you appreciate.

Too many times, I bite my tongue and swallow my pride.  My soul is starting to drown.

I’m a superior creature.  I use an umbrella.

What do you want to be when you grow up?  Free.
What do you want to be when you grow up?  Nothing.
What do you want to be when you grow up?  What I am.

I want anarchy, dammnit!  (I at least want some people who are at least mildly pissed off at how it is and who are willing to do something about it)

There is mystery all around you, at all times.  How much of it are you in awe of?

Out there, there is money to be made.  Out here, this is life to be enjoyed.

I could never give up hope, because I know that there is still a kid somewhere selling lemonade by the side of the road.

Anything that kills me doesn’t make me stronger.

Midgets; proof that nature has a sense of humor.  I saw a midget and I thought, “Damn, god is a funny fucker.”

Call it nature, call it god, call it the spirit, call it the universe, call it life itself.  It’s all the same thing.  The name doesn’t change the essence of it.

I could spend my life making money or I could spend it living life.

They only own us because we let them; because we wanted the convenience of a certain way of life.

A list:
veggies
walk to land
nails - Qtips
money from work
shave nuts

People I Can Do Without: Fat people who always say, “I’m starving.”

As a kid, I knew I was a different.  I didn’t know I was this different.

A softball isn’t that soft when you stick it up your ass.

People won’t shit outside because it is “unsanitary” and we live in a so called advanced, civilized society.  But, we drive our cars around everywhere, poisoning the very air we breathe.

It’s not necessarily about how much money you have, but it can easily be about how much you don’t.

What are the qualifications for art being observed on a large scale?  Are there any?

You ever Skype with a friend?  It’s so lame.  After five minutes it’s like, “Well, I don’t want to look at your ugly face anymore, call me on the phone, douche.”

To us now, nature is only the backdrop.  I want it to be the forefront.

There is a company called, “Indian Motorcycle” that makes motorcycles.  Yeah, cause that’s what they were about.

Does the world really need robots?  I doubt it.

Mowing the lawn is a waste of time, energy, money, resources, and life.  All so it looks good to impress neighbors and to dominate our living environment.  What a waste of gas and clean air.

For some reason, I don’t think cows are behind the, “Beef - It’s What’s For Dinner” ad campaigns.

Something in me thinks that if I eat pumpkin seeds I should somehow shit out a pumpkin.  That would be cool.

Smile, you are probably on camera right now.  Either that, or flip them off.  Personally, I’d go with mooning.

You wanna see God?  He’s on my ass.  I say this in all seriousness.

I don’t know anyone truly poor.  Really.  Do you?  Look around.  Do you see anyone?  Here I don’t.  I see people who don’t realize or appreciate what they have.

There is a website called chataboutjesus.com

Sometimes, you are a cat and life gives you a mouse to play with.

"Before my death, I wish to obtain my life." Bukowski

Thanks for reading.

Friday, August 30, 2013


Dear Humanity,

Dear humanity, you could be so much better to each other
so much better to your environment
so much better to yourself
so much better to life

Dear humanity
at times I see sparks of greatness
even at times enough in a life to feel goodness and hope

Dear humanity
why can’t you be like that more often?

Why, on a larger scale, do you not to seem to care about your fellow man?
About your air?  About your water?  About your planet?  About life itself?

Is it that easy to get caught up on survival?
Is it that easy to get distracted on convenience?
Is it the chase for the dollar, which signals survival, what gets us lost?

When must you step back, humanity, and become individuals
who care about one another
who care about their neighbor, their family, their children, their future?

What will it take?

Or is it too easy now?

Is survival something we barely even earn?

Do we even deserve what we have been given
especially to know
how little we appreciate it?

Dear humanity
I have faith in you
I have faith in the love people feel for one another
in the look in the eyes of my nephews and nieces as they grow

As I watch the children - the next generation
I know
it is up to us now
to do what we know is right
for their future
for the future of the planet
for the future of life itself

Dear humanity
lets do something.

(8/27/2013 1:00 AM)

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Tonight, as I was driving, I looked toward the sky, seeing the sun at the crest of the beautiful green mountains about to set and I yelled out my open window, "Thank you!"  The guy in the car with me looked at me wondering who the hell I was yelling at.  Not many people would understand something like that, but if you saw what I saw, if you appreciated it in a similar way that I do, you would have had no other choice but to do the same thing yourself.  I told him I was yelling to anything, to "god," to life itself.  I hope something heard me, I hope that feeling was felt.


Thank You


Thank you.  Thank you for the food.  For the quiet.  For my life.  For the animals.  For the sky, the clouds, fire, my blueberry bush.  Thank you for the wood, for the heat, for the seasons, for the wind, for the water, for the sun.  Thank you.  Thank you for my nephews, and my nieces.  Thank you for my friends, and my family.  Thank you for the ability, the chance, the drive, the opportunity.  Thank you for the warmth.  For talent, for love, for life, even for death.  For the ones no longer here, for the cycle, for the planet, for how it all works, for the gasoline and all the types of fuel, for my car, and those that help along the way, for a good neighbor.  For knowledge and the ability to pass it on.  For writing, for basketball, for wrestling, for my passion.  For the tools big and small, for the cats and dogs, for the streams, the paths, the unmade ones, for the chance to do your own thing.  For freedom, for the music, for the song of the birds, for the memories, and the lessons learned.  For a chance, for the support of those who help.  For the look on my nephews face when I visit him.  For the chance to share it all.  For work, for the money, for the time - oh the time, so much thank you for the universe, the mystery, the simplicity yet complex way it all is.  Thank you for the people, thank you for the creativity, for the ability - or the want to stop and be thankful.  Thankful for all these things I have, and the ones yet to be.  Thank you for the skills, the resources, the fun, the love, the pain, the sex, the joy, the sadness,  Thank you for the flame on the wic of the candle at night.  Thank you for the bad and what I have learned from it.  Mainly for the chance just to be alive, to have the chance to live and be lucky enough to have my life the way it is.  For the town and the way people can have each others back.  For the land, for the beauty.  For the art.  For the mastery of survival we have learned.  For the simply things and how to appreciate them.  For the devotion.  For my mom, dad, Ape, Liz, James, Nik, Ella Eris, Don, my gram, aunts, uncles, cousins.  For Jared, Niles, Kyle, Alex, Chris, Joe, Frank.  For all the friends and family I've ever had.  For the ability to travel.  For the doctors and the care.  For the way friends's families have treated me as their own.  For Linda, Jackie, Bobby, Susan, Janet, Joyce, who have all taught me how to be something to look up to.  For all of it.  For the way it is.  For my own life, and the chance to be alive and enjoy it.  Thank you anything.  Thank you all things.

Love,

John

Somewhat Depressing Poems (But Real)


As The Rain Hits The Roof

Sometimes I think
we either run through life
or run away from it -
and I just wish
it wasn't like that.

(May 2013)

The News

"What's wrong with the world?" I was asked.
"People.  People don't love each other anymore," I responded.
Then, I started to cry.

(3rd week of May 2013)

Emotion?

The years - circumstance
have bled my care to nearly nothing
but I hope I still have the ability
to cry

(July 4, 2013)

Life's Dawn

As the sun goes down
I am sad

It's haunting what can come

(or won't)

(August 6, 2013)

Dim

Hope closes in
as the years pile up
and you still don't have
what you've always wanted

(mid August 2013)


Even a daily miracle gets old.


Middle-Aged Tits


If only magic were manufacturable.

I can't believe nature has let us survive this long.

I would recognize you from any angle.

The world is as real as pro wrestling.

There is something more important than your life.  Life itself.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how stupid are you?
Red.

When I look at the other options women have, I laugh.  When I see the ones they choose anyway, I somewhat (pity) blame them.

They laughed at me because I tried, as if it was some sort of character flaw to give what you have.

Don't live for now.  Live for ever.  Don't live as if this is the only time there is, live as if there is forever upcoming and we must preserve it for that.  Don't live for now.  Live for ever.

All shit is similar.

The kids look at me with wonder.  Tell your son he may look like me one day.  I didn't plan this shit either.


  1. Don't waste.
  2. Appreciate.


If we could text god, we probably wouldn't.  Many of us don't pray to thank anything.

I'd convict anyone named Jacquice.

I don't hang around with people who feel it necessary to talk in hushed tones.

It's easy to remember the bad.  The good in people will surprise as much as the bad, you just have to see it.

You may think I'm an idealist who is searching for something that doesn't exist, but I'm okay with that.

Middle-aged tits.

Heard on the radio:  "The prestige of a world record eating championship."

I still have an amber of hope that can burn down a forest of reality.

"Do you know you live in a shed?" my niece Ella at 3 1/2.

The mosquito is deadlier than the bear.

When the smoke clears from the fire humans have created, there will be nothing left.

My idealistic hope is slowly being washed away by reality, as a mark in the sand at the seashore slowly fades away.  I still hold on.  But time can only hold so long before an idea is eroded away by what really is.

Does it bother anyone else that resigned and re-signed have opposite meanings?

Someone lives in a house.  They die.  They put a sign out front.  The house is for sale.

I had a nose bleed the other day.  Good thing, I was late.  I thought my nose might have been pregnant.  I don't need any nostril children right now.

The houses got closer, the people got further apart.

The houses get bigger, but less people lived in them.

Magnificent Mediocrity.

There is no greater sacrilege to art than a book of poems and no reason for it being.

You couldn't write music sad enough to understand the tone I am going for.

Society:  the wheels are spinning, but we aren't moving.

Quiet confidence.  Silent genius.

Honey:  one of the better tasting vomits.

I'm not really sure where this one came from but I liked it:  In high school, you were the little slut who liked to get fucked by the star athlete so everyone would think you were cool.  Now, you dress in short skirts and go to the package store to buy your alcohol.  You'll go home and get drunk, trying to forget that your daughter turned out exactly like you - she too was the high school whore who loved to get fucked by the cool athlete everyone knew.  She needs that type of attention.  You are too busy going to the tanning booth so you can show off your legs in that skirt while you go get your booze.  You are too old to be trying so hard to look good.  Your poor daughter is turning out the same way.

When I was a kid, I said a bar of soap, so my mom washed my mouth out with a swear word.

The flames of hell shoot toward heaven.

"Intelligence is the execution of knowledge."

I'm proud to be a nut slapping, asshole picture taking gay wad.

Every religion is an opinion.  This is an opinion, and my religion.

I've got food, I've got a job, my pets heads aren't falling off!

Thanks for reading.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Quite Frankly

I don't think most people tried hard enough
and quite frankly
neither did I

(January 31, 2013)


A Call To Our Generation

As adults, it is our responsibility to remain focused on the future so that our children and future generations inherit the best possible Earth to live on and with.  If we fail to do our best for this, we fail our children and coming generations.  It is our duty.  We know better.  We are no longer children.  It is on us if we don't make it happen.  We must cut overuse of resources - otherwise there will be none left for the future - none for our children's children and their children's children.  We can't be selfish   We must move towards this.  This is our responsibility   It is our time.  We aren't children, we are aren't yet too old.  We have and have been given the ability, the chance, the opportunity, Let's not squander it.  Let's make this the best possible place for our kids so they have clean air, food, water, and resources to live with.  Most of all, a sustainable way of life for them.

Would you wear a pair of shoes out so badly that the soles are missing, then pass them on to your child when they become an adult and expect them to thrive?  It doesn't work like that.  We need a little self sacrifice, a lot of effort and total focus on this.  Let's stop being so selfish.

No one is perfect.  This won't happen overnight.  We all have our ways we are contributing to the negativity of this.  But, let's make it our life's work.  Instead of trying to be rich and having tons of money and a big house, let's make sure we are focused on passing on a better world to the next group that are coming up.  If we fail in this, we have failed as adults, as mothers, fathers, uncles, and aunts.  Let's take the necessary steps.  It won't be easy.  It will take sacrifice and a changing of our way of life - but it is necessary.  It has to happen.

Let's be the generation who knew better and did something about it rather than the generation who knew better and squandered the chance, who wasted the opportunity, who didn't care enough, who didn't try hard enough to make something extremely important happen.

John Pitroff May 23, 2013 28 years old.
Mistakes

My biggest mistake was not caring.

My second - thinking people had to.

(January 16, 2013)
Even as an adult, I still feel as though childhood idealism has a place.
Perfect

My sisters three year old daughter
fell asleep cuddled up with her
during a thunderstorm

(5/21/2012)


How Many Sunsets Have You Missed?


Don't squander your chance.

They said, "Count your blessings" but I can't count to infinity.

Why did we give funeral rights over to priests - people who didn't even know the person who died?

Stop being impressed by the things people can do and be more impressed by the things they can't.

Life it totally open and free.  Society is the trap.  Find a way to fight out.

My shit numbers don't add up.  This is not good.  My daily shit calendar has me at 359 for the year, my texting shit count has me at 355.  That's a four shit discrepancy.  (Yes, I said my daily shit calendar).

Mowing the lawn:  We ruin the air while killing the grass (all so that our lawn "looks good.")

Not caring enough to keep up with the Jones'.

Like a cat chasing a moth, I play with life.

Kids don't understand death; adults just think they do.

There are a few real people left.

I still believe a house is too big if it needs a doorbell.

Life is to be enjoyed, not ran through.

Too many excuses.

Smelling the bottom of my cat Larry David's paw makes me feel as though the world will be alright.

How many sunsets have you missed?  ...Sad isn't it?  Too busy working?  Too busy making money?  Watching TV?  How many sunsets have you missed - and how many sunrises?

To get rich at the expense of life itself.

A parade of parades, forever going by.

My five year old nephew James gave me the nickname "Weirdo Nature."  If you read any of this shit, I'm sure you can tell why.

Man, if I could just eat twigs to survive, I wouldn't have a fucking job.

I just realized I pay all my cats' bills.

I've been peeing in the same jar for the last two years.  Thank you.

God is not on my side, he's on my ass.

A primitive mindset.

Be in awe of the mystery.

Love is only a memory at this time.
I'm too affected by the past.

It's pathetic how far we've come from where we came.

Walt Disney's new feature film, "The Early Years of Hitler."

I have no time for small talk, my ideas are too big.

My bowels moved, but they still live in the same neighborhood.

Some sort of metaphor:  In an avalanche, the only thing that survives is the snow itself.

Salamanders don't need indoor plumbing.

It's not about wanting more, it's about needing less.

All I want to be when I grow up is free.



Money can't save the world, a way of life can.


The New Walmart


It was 80 degrees out.  One of the nicest days since spring had recently hit.  May 7th.  It was a long, cold winter, stuck inside much of the time.  Think of it.  Finally nice enough to be outside comfortable enjoying it.  The new Walmart was opening.  70-100 people like cattle slowly plodding their way into the new Walmart, starring up at the fluorescent - totally in awe, totally impressed.  What a sad thing humanity has become.  This is all this town had to talk about - all anyone I knew was mentioning - it was on the pulse of every mind around here - "Oh, the new Walmart.  Have you been to the new Walmart?"  Etc.  I saw all these people plodding into the fluorescent existence on that 80 degree day, like cattle being shuffled into slaughter, eyes gazed in amazement at this.  All this in the North Adams, Adams, Massachusetts area.  Is that all this town has?  The fucking new Walmart?  Is that the extent of it? C'mon people.  We can do better than this.  We have more to offer life than this.  We have such a beautiful area - and it was all just starting to bloom, but Walmart was at the forefront of the collective conscious.  Mount Greylock, in all its wonder and beauty was right there all along, in the background, literally and figuratively, of the new Walmart.  We need to stop being impressed with the things humans do and be more impressed with the things they can't.


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Hope coupled with realism, plus a ton of effort.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Thank you.

I am thankful.  Family, friends, love, care.  Heat, warmth, food, space, people, the land, the air, the trees, my cats, animals, water, shelter, hope, life itself.  My health, the health of those I love, physical abilities, mental wherewithal.  Nephews, nieces, friend's kids, opportunity, money, time, chances, a way, intelligence, knowing, laughter,  jokes, time with those I love, realism, women, men, old people, young, the ground I stand on, those who make it possible, the way it is, how it works, the stars, wonder, amazement, people, beauty, realism, truth, you, learning, sacrifice, mistakes, drive.  Thank you.  Reflection.  Thank you.  I am grateful and truly blessed.
Choose wisely who you listen to.

Circumcision And Seven Dollar Cards


Don't spit in the face of the the mystery by acting like you know.

"Put food on the table" has now become "put cable on the TV."  This is where our money goes.

Circumcision and seven dollar cards; reasons I will never understand this culture.

I hung up on Mormons.

My cats said you are a fag.  My nephews said you are an idiot.

Cheesist:  Racist against cheese products.

Haikus:
Hello there faget
You're such a little fag boi
Ha Ha you queermo

the silent cat sleeps
peaceful yet a warrior
a tamed savage love

let's eat some hot dogs
and kill us a few queermos
yes, now we're cool dudes

Sometimes I ignore the mountains to count my money.

I'm lucky, man.  I don't deserve it.  I don't know if anyone does.

We dry humped, and that was the extent of it.

The bottom of my cat Larry David's paws are black with ash from the pellet stove.

If I ever "entertain guests" as opposed to have friends and family over the house, someone kill me.

I was at a funeral, and during the sermon, you could hear the beeping of a truck backing up at a construction site outside.

Mortality lasts forever.

Do you see what I am doing?  Attempting to do?  Really think about it.  Do you see the effort I am putting in?  Do you see my point - my goal - where I would like to be, and why?  Look me in the eye.  Tell me.  Do you see what it is that I am doing?  Moving towards?  Striving for?  Don't you see it?

(After seeing a commercial for bottled water) Oh, man, it's at the point where they have to try to sell (the idea of) water to people.

Closing my eyes to your designer sunglasses.

We destroy an old tree to find out how long it has lived, so we can be impressed.

I was told I couldn't.  So I did.

There are no stars.  What you think about that?

Opportunity.  Time.  Drive.  What can you make happen?

Right now, somewhere, some guy is sitting on a couch showing a girl porn on his cell phone.

I liked being young and not knowing any better.

Humans:  the only creature that needs poetry.

People are poison and the antidote is themselves.

My mom told me I smelled.  I was somewhat proud of that.  I'm not sure why.

When I die, I wish for Mark Henry's theme music circa 2012 to be played at my funeral as they roll the casket into where the people are.

Is it worth it to rush like we do?

It is very freeing to wonder to yourself, "What time is it?"  Then to think, "I don't care."

Stop enough to be thankful.

Thanks for reading.
Remember

Something far worse
than not having what you want
is not truly wanting what you have
but lacking the courage
to change that.

(March 2013)
The Core

There are few we truly love
yet many we meet
and I live my life
for those special people-
and nearly nothing else matters
to me

(4/14/13)
Find the highest use of all things.

Crap (More Of It)


Tourists - what a sad, sad term.

I'm not trying to live forever, I'm just trying to live right now.

I watch the sun go up and come down and I am happy.

I like places where your money is no good and your time doesn't matter.

When you have it all, you can waste anything.

Go ahead, idiot, assimilate.

Don't hide behind your skirt by calling it a kilt.

Still a stupid drunk.

Some sort of metaphor:  Every airplane starts on the ground.

Have you ever seen a cat eat spaghetti?  It's hilarious.

If I was told I had to do a peer evaluation, my only choice would be to look in the mirror and say, "Yeah, you're still the man."

Like an untouched tree in the forest, don't bother me.

Not only do leaf blowers exist, but people pay landscapers to come to their house and blow their leaves off their lawn.

Any man claiming to have never sinned already has, because he is a liar.

Whiskey at noon.

I miss you and you aren't even gone.

I saw a mobile home with two kayaks in the yard.  Something is not right about that.

You aint nothing but a lock  You're just a wheel in a disintegrating system.  How does it taste?  All that pride you have to swallow.  When the machine says jump, you ask, "How high?"  Hop little corporate bunny, hop.

In America, there are very few people they don't own.

I was at the land with this girl and I kissed her.  "Am I the first woman you kissed here?" she asked.  "Yeah," I said, but I was lying.

I wonder - why do we move away from each other - away from the ones we love?

Be bigger than your culture.
Live small.  Play big.
Still

I sometimes wonder what you are doing
then I realize you didn't care
so why should I?




But I do.

(March 4, 2013)
Enjoy the wonder.
A Tune

I don't have any love songs left in me.

(4/16/2013)
The Ultimate Beauty

I might never find it
but I'll  never give up.

(4/21/13)
To Be Truly Alive

I'm like a log that just lays around in the sunshine.
It feels right.
Not having anything to do, taking it in - feeling the breeze.

To be truly alive doesn't take much -
just the time to appreciate it.

(4/17/2013)

Sunday, May 5, 2013

A Prayer

Thank you anything.

Thank you all things.

(5/5/2013)
Life is a book.  Memories are the aphorisms.
Do you know what it's like to do nothing?

To look outside to the varying green of the pines?

To hear nothing but what is - silence unattainable in most places.

Little movement - bugs, my hand as I write this.

The splash of colors in the sky as the sun goes behind the mountains.

To have a peace like this is uncommon now, because of the way we live, because of the fast paced way we have made it, because of the concrete and machinery.

I sit and I watch the sun go down, and I am happy.

I hear animals howling in the distance, I see the dark slowly taking over as it turns to night.

To be able to slow down in such a way - I am so thankful - thankful to something, anything, all things, for how it is - how it can be.

To have the time to appreciate such a thing - away from the bright lights, away from the constant noise, the constant rush, the forever race to nowhere.

I am thankful for moments like this - 
thankful to nature and all its beauty we rush through and never see
thankful to those around me, loved ones, family, friends
thankful to life itself for letting me be a small part of an infinite idea.

To be not held down by a clock, not thinking in seconds, but rather - seasons.

The days are longer than we give them credit for when we live in the cities.
So much to get done, so many things to do-
but more than enough time to do it.

This quiet, calm serenity is unexplainable in words,
to only hear the click of the pen as it pushes against the table
a plane high in the distance reminds me of a world so far away from here - 
physically, but even more so emotionally - mentally.

I sit and I write - I reflect what there is - what I see, feel, hear - and I can't do it justice.

Life like this simply has to be lived.

(May 5, 2013 7:53 pm)

Monday, April 29, 2013

Convenience has taken precedence over importance.

Thursday, February 21, 2013


Blessed with your life
here you are
much to come -
both good and bad -
life

I'm already beyond thankful for your life
as my tears come -
I cry

Thank you.

Another journey has started -
yours -
and I'm blessed to be part of it

Feb 21, 2013 2:44 pm

I will not judge what will come
by what has been - 
because I feel
what can be

February 21, 2013

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Four Quotes That Keep Running Through My Mind


"Renounce all those material things you gained by exploiting other human beings." - Tracy Chapman

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the Earth." - Bible

"Be the change that you wish to see in the world." - Gandhi

"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself." - Tolstoy

Friday, January 4, 2013

Middle Aged Footprint

Dragging my feet
in an attempt to slow down the years
but all that's left of that idea
is the cloud of dirt kicked up behind me
as I move towards the future

(Jan. 1, 2013 Appx 5:06 pm)
First Big Storm Of The Winter (2012)

It's a cold, beautiful winter night
surprisingly light
the moon reflecting off the fresh white snow-
the wind blowing so powerful-
nature can be scary, just like the people-
it's overpowering, empowering, amazing, daunting

Seeing the trees sway, watching the wind blow the snow
The calm, the peace within that it brings

To sit by the warm fire
inside
is such a juxtaposition-
but a great one
like hot cocoa as a kid,
after sledding.

I sit in my bed in front of the bouncing flames
only walls separating me from the outside
knowing it is all deep within me.

I sit here writing, enjoying the moment-
the cats are here

I hear the wind, feel the warmth of the fire
and listen to all of nature's voices.

The first big storm of the winter-
and able to peacefully take it all in

I must thank something, anything
for the beautiful thing I live
called life

(December 26, 2012 11:50 pm)
On The Day

I piss into the toilet
and watch the water circle around
and think,
"This might be life."

(November 16, 2012)

Ideas While Living In A Shed

I'd say treat me humanely, but I don't want to be treated that bad.

You only get one lifetime to do so little.

Life experienced children living as damaged adults.

I'd rather have extra time more than extra money.

All those black labs look alike.  Plus, none of them work.  Don't go to a movie theater with them.  They only listen to rap music.

America; an entire nation running through the motions.

Regarding the "middle of nowhere" - If it's nowhere, how is there a middle?

Convenience has taken precedence over importance.

I'm not impressed with the things humans have done or can do.  I'm more impressed with the things they can't.

I can't hold a grudge, I'm too busy with this axe to grind.

My neck is rubber; I'm an American.

I wondered, "Where is this going?"  Then, I noticed we were already there.

Fuck Reserved Parking!

"You're too weird.  You're tpp*

/89*+--+
^ Ella wrote that

"You're too weird.  You're too fucked up.  You're too different."  You're too wrong.

Religion/Belief:  Sureness in this life is on a slope towards insanity.  Realizing one can't  know is a more balanced idea.

The way we are living, we are robbing generations to come of the future.

Urban Ink Magazine refers to themselves as, "The only tattoo magazine for people of color"  That's almost like saying, "A tattoo magazine for the blacks."

Life is eternal.  So far.  Look at it.  We are here.  So are the plants, animals, trees.  It's all here.  Life is eternal, so far.  Let's not mess this up.

I don't know what is going on.  I'm just guessing.  Like you.

Love is such a beautiful thing.  It's so ugly to waste it.

Mother Theresa Wins Lottery!  Gandhi Described As "Sexy."

The less I have, the harder (more) I work for it, the more I appreciate it.

If Morgan Freeman lived during the Eighteenth century, he'd be Morgan Slaveman.

I wasn't trying to be rich.  I wanted to just have what I need.

I bought those lambskin condoms, but I don't think they work because the lamb got pregnant anyway.

Ignorance is bliss but I am too stupid to remain so.

In America now, everything is wrapped in plastic, including our way of life.

FUCK WHAT RUSTIC HAS BECOME!  IT'S A FUCKING PIZZA!!!!! AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

You don't need much to have it all.

Look very closely and you will find that life in America is thinly disguised shopping.

Hold your breath and count to 6,338.

"Foolish, yes I was, because I dared to dream." Tracy Chapman "Still I Cry"

Jesus; the gaywad.

Always ask yourself:  At what expense? (the way we live, the things we do, the choices we make)

Tell 'em I used to be a moose,that should shut 'em up.

The French will get all the beavers.

A few people I want killed:
Kid Rock.
Pitbull.

That's it.

You're not going to change the way the wind blows,  You have to go with it.  You have to learn to accept it even if it doesn't always blow where you want it to.

I'm 27.  I  live in a shed.

The people have gotten fatter, the TVs have gotten skinnier.

Too many things are done outside the home.

The Great Understanding is that you can never fully understand The Great Mystery.

If I die in a car accident, I would have regretted that.

I don't have to be entertained.  That is there (point to the sky, mountains, nature)

I will write the best
haiku that's ever written.
This is it, asshole.

I'm working on a book called Hello There You Little Faget.

Just because the majority of people do it doesn't mean it's not weird.

I wish to be rich.  I don't necessarily want to have a lot of money.

The group is never doing it good enough.

I might be burying my head deeper and deeper into the sand, but what some can't see is that on the other side of that, there is a lot worth seeing, a lot worth knowing, a lot worth finding out, and a lot of meaningful knowledge.

Some sort of metaphor:  You can't freeze running water.

Peanut butter & Jealousy.

Generations ago, they had World Wars.  Now, we have Cupcake Wars.

Even as adults, we are only kids with more years.

I thought someone knew.  I had to find out - no one does.  It was a better realization.

I'm salivating at the opportunity to survive.

Your ink is useless to salvation.

Thanks for reading.
Rat Race

They call you a failure in the race
but I think it's a failure
to be running it

(December 19, 2012)

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

"The Man"

Hey man,
The Man
is you.

Another Stupid Update

Hello, everyone, no one, anyone.  I wanted to just give another update.  I have still been writing, I just haven't typed any of it out on the computer.  I am rarely using my computer now and basically trying to not sit in front of it all the time.  I am filling up a notebook pretty quickly, and actually have a lot of good stuff to share.  One of these nights, I will pick some stuff out and type it out to put it up here on the blog.

I've been pretty focused on reading and doing a lot of research for some future projects that will be life long and life term fulfillments, so those are more important to me at the time than sitting at a computer typing my random thoughts.  There is a balance there, however, because I love writing, and I am in the process of finding the best balance of both.  Winter can be busy with so much more to do and so much more time that it takes to do the basic things in life.

Looking forward to sharing more and sorry about the lack of updates.  There is still plenty of good stuff that I have written recently and I look forward to sitting down for a few hours sometime soon and sharing it all.  My last update was pictures of the land before the trees were totally bare and even before we had the first snowfall - shows that it has been a while.  (Now I am rambling).

I am also thinking of starting a blog geared totally towards my journey into living more simply.  I have a lot of notes and ideas and have taken many steps in that direction and would like to share it with someone looking to learn.  I found that when I searched online for similar blogs, what I was looking for just wasn't there, so I figured I would write it myself (one of the main reasons I write anyway).  Should be fun.

Have a good'n.

John