I saw this picture years ago and thought it was tremendous.  I recently just stumbled over it again.  It was taken during the 2012 riots at the NATO summit in Chicago (I wish I knew the photographer so that I could give proper credit but I don’t).  It wasn’t an overly violent riot (especially compared to 2011 riots in London, the 2013 riots in Sao Paulo or the recent riots in Ferguson).  But, there was plenty of fighting between the riot police, the protestors, outsiders and looters.  There was a fair amount of property damage and many arrests. 
There is a simple reason why I so enjoy this picture.  One night after a rough night of battling between the police and the protestors, this picture was taken at a Burger King near the riot zone.  Notice that it is a picture of police officers in riot gear ordering up their fast food, smiling, having a nice enjoyable time and right behind them in the line are protestors.  I guess everyone gets hungry and respects that when you’re hungry and its time to eat, you just go get in line and patiently wait your turn. 

I saw this picture years ago and thought it was tremendous.  I recently just stumbled over it again.  It was taken during the 2012 riots at the NATO summit in Chicago (I wish I knew the photographer so that I could give proper credit but I don’t).  It wasn’t an overly violent riot (especially compared to 2011 riots in London, the 2013 riots in Sao Paulo or the recent riots in Ferguson).  But, there was plenty of fighting between the riot police, the protestors, outsiders and looters.  There was a fair amount of property damage and many arrests. 

There is a simple reason why I so enjoy this picture.  One night after a rough night of battling between the police and the protestors, this picture was taken at a Burger King near the riot zone.  Notice that it is a picture of police officers in riot gear ordering up their fast food, smiling, having a nice enjoyable time and right behind them in the line are protestors.  I guess everyone gets hungry and respects that when you’re hungry and its time to eat, you just go get in line and patiently wait your turn. 

Me feeling sorry for myself…but I’m over it now.

The floorboards creak

And the walls whisper

The pictures try to speak.

I feel locked in this empty house.

The time has passed

When joy abounded

I thought it would last.

But now it’s just an empty house.

Layers of paint peel

From the walls

Babies no longer squeal.

It is simply a big, hollow empty house.

The laughter’s a memory

Lost to the past

Every minute now a century.

Waiting for death in this cold, empty house.

The weight bears down

And crushes my shoulders.

No more smiles, only frowns

Are left in this meaningless empty house. 

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More street art in Bloomington, Indiana.

World’s greatest office…

World’s greatest office…

Some Old & Some New

My head is spinning

And the world won’t stop

Right now I’m standing

But I’m about to drop.

So, please speak to me

As the equal that I am

And stop treating me

Like a harmless little lamb.

Try to fix yourself

And let me be

Because the problems that you have

Are within you and not with me.

If this seems unfair to ask

Or you think I’m out of line

Then any offer that you make

I’ll respectfully decline.

Because it is time for me to go

You’re certainly no fun

And I’ll let my injuries scar

From the damage that you’ve done. 

* old poem from the mid 80s?  I was angry with some authority figures at the time and felt as if they were holding me down and beating me with mental torture (strong words but I was clueless). 

However, the next poem posted…is a new one.  I wrote it over the weekend after having too many shandys.

Super Power

It was a compelling story

Deserving to be penned.

There appeared there was no beginning

And certainly there was no end. 

We tried to get the meaning

It was destined to be a classic

But we died of total boredom

Because we simply weren’t fantastic.

The greatness that we felt

Was left hollow and not completed

The future we envisioned was

Flat, grey, blurred and quite defeated.

So, we stumbled down our path

As our anger came to blows

And our Eden became a wasteland

Because this final story we couldn’t close.

The streets have stories in NE Ohio…

I’m trying to be Ansel Adams.  This is looking back towards Donner Pass.  I was chatting up a family when I was at the vista pointe.  As I was leaving I pointed towards their two or three year old boy and said, “Hey, you gonna eat that?”  The mom and dad both got the joke.  The mom laughed hysterically.  The dad was, well, extremely put off.  I’m betting I’d have more fun hanging out with the mom.

I’m trying to be Ansel Adams.  This is looking back towards Donner Pass.  I was chatting up a family when I was at the vista pointe.  As I was leaving I pointed towards their two or three year old boy and said, “Hey, you gonna eat that?”  The mom and dad both got the joke.  The mom laughed hysterically.  The dad was, well, extremely put off.  I’m betting I’d have more fun hanging out with the mom.

from long ago.

I sit here

and can’t help but think

that the things

we’ve done

mean something.

but, then I realize

that the words

meant less

than what we wished

and

we just changed.

we lived

we died a million deaths

we suffered

and our legs

felt thick

and sore

but we never

let that

stop us from

seeing the end.

the end.

we will

always be

the end.

thank god for that. 

*this is an OLD poem.  I wrote it in 1981.  I wish I knew what it meant but I really don’t…