What am I most for that can be done and say online?

That already RULES out a lot.

Yes I should be the the supreme ruler of the earth because I have a good head of hair.

In my world all midgets will become Napoleon like five star generals.

Philistines and compulsive LIARS will be metemorphized into giant roaches.

Our planet will actually perform some kind of sex act with Venus and a strange male sea creature will appear at Starbucks.

Lastly just staring at a smart phone will create deadly superpowers for the powerful.

All people who still listen to the Beatles will experience improved imaginations.

And lastly zombies to become highly sexy and chased around publicly by the aroused masses.

Gambling is more about playing not winning.

The best game is punk rock Buddha: wouldn't you agree.   If the Buddha sits somewhere I'll sit there also.  If he petends to be a cow.  I too will chew my cud on rice cakes.  I too will puke rainbows.   Then to disappear with butterfly fairies and SUPER barbies.  The realistic alien babe dolls might distract me, so I wander off to pick on someone my own size.   Hmmmm.

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My poetry, jokes and other writings reaches...

Approximately 4000 People every month.  I may be the most prolific POET in history.  I also wrote two plays for the New York stage (0 rejections or reads) so I already know my writers worth.  According to research poets.org (The Academy) is losing its hegemony to internet poets.  Now that is what I call major awesome.

Major Announcement

My Alice in Wonderland book was finished today.  It is the most enjoyable reading I have ever done.  It trumps anything I have written so far.  More than anything this book is muse inspired.  As if you may feel like you are reading directly from a muse without any writer there.  You may become a firm believer in the muse.  I think you shall.

Definitely

Tossed from the bull

Bullies too

Am not indestructible

But the madness looks endless

I get so mixed up

I feel like a French Omelette!

The future holds magic gold.


The unknown is the great unknown which poetry and physics is.


You are a river..

Sweet water in winter

Holding ice and icicles

Dreams of things unseen

Through feelings unheard

Before the fall

Before the sping

Summer for love

In times of need

Till time changed

With all things.

Blinded by science

Into such wackiness

Beyond normal sense

It isn't so curious

As a gaggle of idiots

With impressive outfits!

WoW

Don't cry for me Zimbabwe!

The truth is I never left you

Though snares and scares

I was always aware

That I MIGHT find

That Africa is where I became

Now I can say

The doors of life swing wide

Don't cry for me Zimbabwe!