| THE EMPTY GLASS
by Gordon Kuhn 1st Draft 2/19/2010 0430 From death I summoned mortal self and painful woke from darkness I mental stumbled, staggered, crawled while blurred vision within a thought that spoke to none while no sound passed from lips came forth or scrawled its simple presence, message, all upon the empty, silent, motionless, nonexistent wind while with blurred sight of that I thought once, read, felt was or had been friend had once been full but now an empty, stained, drying glass set before me then an empty glass where once I thought that truth had run but neither truth or sin were settled then within a tilted landscape revealed the bottle thought surely left full but empty stands the space within glass walls while hungry lips would desperate seek to pull one drop, one taste, to wet a dry aching parched throat, a breath to calm my throbbing soul my brain afire as though within it lay beneath a blazing stack of glowing coal upon there rests a frying pan which sizzles, dark red glows without a drop of oil to soften, calm or aid the cooking toil instead a crimson surface where words like drops of water fell to dance across the surface in dying screaming voices tell “Hey,” the distant voice did break the silent sound and say “we’ve closed and need you now to up and pay and sleep not here you cannot stay.” Oh God, what hell is this where I now exist of lights turned brightly on and noises which won’t resist but in gladness seem to persist in the desire to torture this drunken piece of flesh and bone and each muttered empty word strikes like a heavy stone strikes and shatters stone on stone to gravel scatters shards like glass cut the flesh of that which sober hours before now lies in tatters held by simple mesh of skull bone which in deep despair if I could but shatter upon the wall while coughing empty my stomach up upon the floor in the hall that ought to piss the bastards off that drag me from this corner table cell and roughly deposit me upon the curb wet with rain and in anger tell me to not come back again unless my pocket book is full then would happy sell me life in glass and bottle and my own table against the wall could sit as once before when money graced my pockets and could laugh and sing a bit but now I lay in a tight knit ball, in pain near the filling draining gutter and listen to the rain splash and careless stutter while my clothes grow wet and cold and I realize that for such place as this I’ve only told the story of what my cost was for the drink my life, my job, my health I sold. Copy Write: Gordon Kuhn 2/19/10 Gordon Kuhn |
Monthly Archives: February 2010
The Hastening of the Bell
| THE HASTENING OF THE BELL
by GORDON KUHN 1ST DRAFT 2/18/2010 4 AM I cannot tell how long it’s been since the wind blew out the light but come with me and perhaps we can cast out the horror of the night when mankind chose to walk a bitter sandy strand of land come walk with me and pray take my trembling hand in yours and perhaps we shall slay what must be slain for out of consciousness and with complete disdain but, wait, sure I heard the hastening of the bell when in this place I found a private imposed hell for barely have I reached the age of twenty yet seen the untimely deaths of more than plenty of those who thought I saw there but could I mistaken be perhaps no vision do I see but what of you my silent friend can you detect, nay smell the evil in the end which blows this way upon the wind come and bridle up and stay with me would I could I’d pay the desperate fee and bring morning out this day I would surely break but gentle person I could not alone or even able take the fear from your eyes—nay, I see now, my eyes I see in your mirror held there for you I see are really me and all this time I was but felled by your mistaken, nay kind soul —by my, by my lost awareness and thought you separate but now in harmony’s sweet fairness I find that I am alone and stand transfixed—transfixed, alone, it was just me who wished to somehow from tangled vines of memories threads be set free and in this darkness I understand too well now that it was me who blew out the light that it was me who cast myself without the house and on the grounds this bastard night so who shall count the minutes with me till morning break as I un-slip the blade from leather bound sheath upon my side and take the stand to self defend and feigning fearlessness I hear the heart within beating beating so very loudly as though it were but hurried and in such time of keeping wished to vacate this place of woe but shall I tortured unable go for lost in grief and guilt I am who better to judge myself — if a man I truly am. Copy write: Gordon L Kuhn Gordon Kuhn |
Guess Which One
| GUESS WHICH ONE……. NBA or NFL??????
Even if you aren’t a sports fan this is very interesting!
36 members have been accused of spousal abuse
7 have been arrested for fraud 19 have been accused of writing bad checks 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses 3 have done time for assault 71 repeat 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
21 currently are defendants in lawsuits, and 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year
Can you guess which organization this is?
NBA Or NFL?
Give up yet? Scroll down,
Neither, it’s the 535 members of the United States Congress
The same group of Idiots that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.
— Gordon Kuhn |
Talk about a close call.
Read The Caption on the first photo then look at the second photo
Look at the picture above and you can see where this driver The pick-up was traveling about 75 mph from right to left It flipped end-over-end bounced off and across the culvert outlet, The 22-year-old driver and his 18-year-old passenger Just outside Flagstaff , AZ on U.S. Hwy 100. Now look at the second picture below…
If this guy didn’t believe in God before, Gordon Kuhn |
Oooops!
YES, IT IS A 12 STORY BUILDING IN CHINA . LYING ON THE GROUND
(1) An underground garage was being dug on the south side, to adepth of 4.6 meters. (2) The excavated dirt was being piled up on the north side, to a (3) The building experienced uneven lateral pressure from south and (4) This resulted in a lateral pressure of 3,000 tons, which was
*First, the apartment building was constructed.*
Then the plan called for an underground garage to be dug out. The excavated soil was piled up on the other side of the building.
*Heavy rains resulted in water seeping into the ground.*
The building began to tilt. The building began to shift and the *_hollow_* concrete pilings were snapped due to the uneven lateral pressures
And thus was born the eighth wonder of the world.
If the buildings were closer together there would also have been a domino effect.
Nowthat,folks,is asnafu. Don’t you feel better now, that these are the folks manufacturing nearlyEVERYTHING we buy and use today? Gordon Kuhn |
A letter to Obama
| LETTER TO OBAMA Beautifully Composed Letter from Procter & Gamble Executive To President Obama TO SNOPES FANS, THIS IS TRUE –
PLEASE CHECK: http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/youscareme.asp>;
This is legitimate, it was written by Mr. Lou Prichett, formerly of Proctor and Gamble.
Lou Pritchett is one of Corporate America’s true living legends, a highly respected, acclaimed author, dynamic teacher and one of the world’s highest rated speakers. Successful corporate executives everywhere recognize him as the foremost leader in “Change Management”. Lou changed the way America does business by creating an audacious concept that came to be known as “Partnering.” Pritchett rose from soap salesman to Vice-President – Sales and Customer Development, for Procter and Gamble and over the course of 36 years, made corporate history. And, he’s scared. Please read the closing statement. AN OPEN LETTER TO PRESIDENT OBAMA : Dear President Obama, You are the 13th president under whom I have lived – – and, unlike any of the others, you truly scare me. You scare me, because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education, and your upscale lifestyle and housing, with no visible signs of support….. You scare me, because you did not spend the formative years of your youth growing up in America , and culturally, you are not an American…….. You scare me, because you have never run a company or met a payroll…….
You scare me, because you have never had military experience, thus, don’t understand it at its’ core…..
You scare me, because you lack humility and “class”, always blaming others…….
You scare me, because for over half your life, you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America, and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to see America fail….. You scare me, because you are a cheerleader for the “BLAME AMERICA ” crowd, and deliver this message, abroad….. You scare me, because you want to change America to a European style country, where the Government sector dominates, instead of the Private sector….. You scare me, because you want to replace our health care system with a Government controlled one….. You scare me, because you prefer “WIND MILLS”, rather than responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal and shale reserves….. You scare me, because you want to kill the American Capitalist goose that lays the golden egg, which provides the highest standard of living in the world….. You scare me, because you have begun to use “extortion” tactics against certain banks and corporations….. You scare me, because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals………. You scare me, because you will not openly listen to, or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people…….. You scare me, because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient….. You scare me, because the media gives you a “free pass” on everything you do….. You scare me, because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaughs, Hannitys, O’Reilly’s and Becks who offer opposing, conservative points of view……. You scare me, because you prefer controlling over governing….. Finally, You scare me, because if you serve a second term, I probably will not feel safe in writing a similar letter in eight years. Lou Pritchett In closing: This letter was sent to the NY Times but they never acknowledged it. Big surprise?? No. Since it hit the internet, however, it has had over 500,000 views.
KEEP IT GOING!!!!
All that is necessary for evil to succeed, is for good men to do n-o-t-h-i-n-g.
It’s happening right now. Let’s band together. Send this on, and get involved. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Q Gordon Kuhn |
MADNESS CARVED OUT THE MEANING OF THE DAY
MADNESS CARVED OUT THE MEANING OF THE DAY
BY
Gordon L Kuhn
Madness carved out the meaning of the day.
It left reason lonely standing by the side, by the way.
It left children to wander about and to idly laugh and play,
while old men with canes tottered about wondered why they came and stay
alive and captive here when life has passed and gone its way,
and left them with memories of times they wished they could but hold, to force to stay
and for memories to hold there hands a bit longer if only they might may
stop the ticking of the clock, but, instead, the moments sway and death passed some leaving others to know they could not themselves alone stay
and tears and regrets were played loudly that quiet silent day
while others ached and wished to hurry on their way
to pass the curtain to pass the point of change and quiet lay
their bodies down one last time to be one with the ground
that others would soon walk on, as their lives left, then forgotten and no sound
would ever from their drying lips be heard again—on that day
that day, when Madness carved the meaning from their lives and sent their minds to idly play
as children once did when they were young and they held life in sway
but no more could it ever be that way
for madness had carved out the meaning of the day,
and left reason lonely standing by the side, by the way.
Copyright: Gordon L Kuhn 2/2/2010
