Tiny Rant on Gay Marriage Debate...

What do I think of gay marriage? Absolutely nothing. As a a happily married heterosexual male I do not feel the least bit threatened if men marry men or women marry women. The institution of marriage is not jeopardized within the church, synagogue, or mosque. What business is it of mine or anyone else's for that matter, if some one would like the right to provide for their loved ones when they pass away? Meaning, this is a founding principle of our country, that of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, all of which is extended to those we care about. Most of us, if we are honest and not complete jerks, can agree that nothing would make one so happy on their death bed than to know that the ones you love are taken care of when you die, whomever they may be.

As a narrow minded bigot you have the right to your opinion. That right is guaranteed by our constitution. It also guarantees my right to say you are wrong and a cotton headed ninnymuggins.

As Christians we can defend non issues until we are blue in the face, but the argument remains footle when there are far more pressing issues that we can be addressing. Strain the gnats and swallow a fly. Ack!

I guess I do think something about it.....

First Sight- Umeus and Teeplo (Tony Plocido)

Check this out! Tony Plocido  Umeus feat. Teeplo-First Sight



I really dug the poem before the music. I really dig it with the music.. ENJOY!

First Sight- Umeus and Teeplo (Tony Plocido)

Check this out! Tony Plocido  Umeus feat. Teeplo-First Sight



I really dug the poem before the music. I really dig it with the music.. ENJOY!

Common Sense Drinks Alone

Common Sense

downs another shot

at the end of the bar.

He has been at it

for an hour or so,

and things out there

are starting to get fuzzy.

Now reality

comes in bits and waves,

an optical illusion,

made palatable

by carefully spun lies.

Corporate paltering

selling plasticine promises

of old age sex

and face paralyzing

beauty cream.

Another shot down,

the future looks

Dali-esque,

eyeballs hardening,

funhouse mirror reflects

aberations of the past.

Grabbing the bottle,

four fingers down,

and everything dims,

intentional vivisepulture,

fresh food for the worms.

Common Sense

found puking

behind the dumpster

in the alley,

while the Tea Party looks

for its Mad Hatter,

sitting on their hands

for the revolution to come.

Wiping his mouth,

bellicose bantering

from would be jingoists

fill his ears with

Pavlovian responses

to real world issues

manufactured by the

Fair and Balanced.

and tasting stale vomit,

Common Sense goes home.

Common Sense Drinks Alone

Common Sense

downs another shot

at the end of the bar.

He has been at it

for an hour or so,

and things out there

are starting to get fuzzy.

Now reality

comes in bits and waves,

an optical illusion,

made palatable

by carefully spun lies.

Corporate paltering

selling plasticine promises

of old age sex

and face paralyzing

beauty cream.

Another shot down,

the future looks

Dali-esque,

eyeballs hardening,

funhouse mirror reflects

aberations of the past.

Grabbing the bottle,

four fingers down,

and everything dims,

intentional vivisepulture,

fresh food for the worms.

Common Sense

found puking

behind the dumpster

in the alley,

while the Tea Party looks

for its Mad Hatter,

sitting on their hands

for the revolution to come.

Wiping his mouth,

bellicose bantering

from would be jingoists

fill his ears with

Pavlovian responses

to real world issues

manufactured by the

Fair and Balanced.

and tasting stale vomit,

Common Sense goes home.

Learned Poet (or Arrogant Jackass)

Your written eloquence
speaks nothing to
the eyes reading,
to the soul searching, 
the heart screaming!

Your attention to 
trivialities pound words,
like metal, into dull knives,
bruising more than cutting,
hacking the senses
into dullness,
into coma!

Your lettered names
prove nothing more
than ideas learned,
blinded lemming pride
the halls of academia!

You see, teacher,
a good poem
speaks to our souls, hearts,
coming from life lived
in the tragic,
the mundane,
and magnificent!

Learned Poet (or Arrogant Jackass)

Your written eloquence
speaks nothing to
the eyes reading,
to the soul searching, 
the heart screaming!

Your attention to 
trivialities pound words,
like metal, into dull knives,
bruising more than cutting,
hacking the senses
into dullness,
into coma!

Your lettered names
prove nothing more
than ideas learned,
blinded lemming pride
the halls of academia!

You see, teacher,
a good poem
speaks to our souls, hearts,
coming from life lived
in the tragic,
the mundane,
and magnificent!