Posts tagged ‘Ass’

January 28, 2015

Reassessing Religion

Thou shall not behead Anyone, ever.

Thou shall not use the “Lord’s” name in vain.

Thou shall not wage Wars in my honor.

Thou shall not Believe in fictitious “Gods”.

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Questions for Asking:

If I exist,

Can you see me?

If I am all-seeing,

Can you see me?

Do you see what I mean?

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December 9, 2013

From Books to Blogs; A Story of Evolution

 

From books to blogs like cats and dogs;

We’re surrounded by a million writers with a million words,

Wanting to get read and be heard- absurd.

 

Zombies scare me less.

 

How to Be a Famous Writer:

Start today, don’t delay, and get on your way.

Print press doesn’t pay like they say.

It only takes a few seconds to change your ways.

 

Like Flies on Shit.

 

What’s an artist’s wage?

Cost per page?

Adverts?

 

MPR broadcasts their crying.

You’d think people were dying.

 

Do they even fucking read?

 

I could hardly hold back my laughter.

 

Then we look at progress, and the prospects.

Not finding a silver-lining.

 

No room for wining and dining.

 

You find that surprising?

 

No one’s getting fatter.

 

This hobby wasn’t to fill any part of any wallet.

Act like Author Gods but they haven’t yet penned their ‘Hobbit’.

Just minds and thoughts figuring how those unique (everyone) call it.

They were so close, but they lost it.

 

I want to vomit.

 

I don’t see.

They follow what they want to be.

Flee to the next scheme…

 

But sadly others have been there before; up, down, and in between; twice, three times, maybe four.

Do we need anymore?

 

Can we chart forward progress by going backward?

 

Recline, sit in a chair.

Analyze, document, look, read, compare,

Tense up and think about how life is unfair.

 

Are you prepared?

 

Open Market, Open Mic, there’s an Open Season on the Weekend Artist tonight.

-Awake and aware of the unawares.

-Happily, a positive outlier without a care.

Counter parts rest comfortably under stairs.

 

Understand the standard deviation and mean,

But not meaning to be mean-

 

All part of the artistry in the Minneapolis Scene,

Wipe ass with freshly torn pages.

 

Print press has changed throughout the ages,

And they present new material as if it’s not dated…

 

Faded yellow on a dusty shelf. 

He called it sleeping knowledge.

I think his popularity needs help. 

 

And all of those resources have been wasted.

They don’t factor external cost,

They can’t calculate their displacement*.

 

At least hope and ambition aren’t lost.

 

 

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Displacement_(psychology)

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November 14, 2013

Naked Bits

So many adjectives I get lost in the sentence.

Be plain, John.

Please.

 

Be straight up.

 

Or we have forgotten the original intention.

November 11, 2013

Free Money

As if others don’t know it,

As if labels couldn’t show it.

A lot of them talk what they want.

Mostly their walk is below their thoughts.    

 

More importantly (near Starbucks at Lind Hall):

 

I found two pennies on the ground this morning,

I bent down.

 

Not too demanding of a task,

Yet it was:

Change of mind.

Exchange, interact, a reaction of mine.

Someone had left this in my path as I passed.

 

Pay penance for epiphany.

Couldn’t care of the cash, as if it were a hundred dollar bill in the trash –

Composure relaxed.

 

I guess we try to save.

 

Avoiding slippery slopes,

Remembering my lines,

Laugh like joke.

Choke like smoke.

 

Here in due time.

Thoughts steadily moving towards hope.

Belief, what a crime!

 

And at this moment I glanced at my watch, just out getting coffee.

Ask me awfully- Why I look down…

You lost me.

 

Eyes move as I measure the cost.

 

I promise ADHD.

 

You never know what could be found.

Things what won’t happen again.

Until you next look at the ground.

September 4, 2013

College Girls/Nikki Fine Lookalike

Nikki Fine Lookalike/College Girls

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

 

Possibilities without conclusions within reason, always.

 

Next to me in next to nothing, “Sorry about my mispronunciation, I am used to speaking French.”  Redhead from Ohio, Oh, Hi, oh…

Um…  Guten Tag!

 

Look, take account, not to stare.

All there, and something is missing.

Too early, am I dreaming?  Focus on the material, not what’s under it.

 

What kind of Yoga pants and mid-drift are in store for tomorrow?

 

I saw them skipping through the hallways as if no one was watching, their audience had no vacancy. 

No time for sauntering or talking. 

Walking past with an agenda, I was as the light beam that held me as people walked through it.

 

And they tell you to pay attention, as if you are obese at an all you can eat buffet.

Never today, I am spoken for in many ways.

 

Who did you want her to be, or how?

Was it true to your eyes?

Did your thoughts somehow allow?

 

One could take in tiny blond hairs just at the apex of her legs; thighs at rest, some under thread, some exposed to be what seemed like overhead-this vantage, a view from a seat, of her skirt.

 

Everyone in the class was too poetic; our professor was looking for something more literal.

 

(I thought, don’t take this argument to the streets.  I know a million people who are POETS, WRITERS, and AUTHORS.  THEY HAVE PUBLISHED BOOKS, you know?  They’ll tell you out loud to your face at introduction even before their passionate hand clasps yours for an initial handshake.

Trust me.  Go to any party in Uptown, Downtown, NE, fuck it, anywhere in Minneapolis, as proof.  You will see.)

 

Feet held below stubbled knees, in slip-ons sans socks, where thoughts get long, hard, and lost.

 

Bejeweled with bright rings and things-affixed shiny rocks, on silver-metal bands, held tight to each little finger, on her delicate little hands.  To her mouth, to the air, to her desk, they lingered, and then back again.

 

Is she Nikki Fine?  I don’t know.

That’s fine.

My mind playing tricks again, sitting in class.

I don’t mind.

 

We were talking Shakespeare as the time passed, Sonnet 18.

 

 

July 10, 2013

Mid-Coitus POV

A walk outside,

 

We were stuck like two rocks in a stream, submerged in the water.

Amidst dreams, cows lined patiently awaiting slaughter.

 

Lying dazed and unconcerned.

Nothing learned.

 

Catch the day.  Catch the same.

 

Just over, just under;

Above not being below voyeurism blunders.

 

 

To pay bills, cheap thrills and such…

So much time, so much trust, so much luck… And we are out of all.

 

Eat Out For Lunch.

 

Small plant does not exceed its pot.

Dead flesh left to rot in the hot.

 

Sunglasses on, facing skyward, praying for the fall, thinking about it all.

Minding nothing and still breathing.

 

Catch the day.  Catch the same.

 

Another day to make another dollar-to change another life; yet we sit around staring at a television on another night.

Consummating commercialism.

So sexy.

 

***

Remember when you were ahead of foresight?

A baby’s eyes before first seeing light?

And now we punch clocks, pay bills, and take pills.

 

This is The Great 2013 Depression.

 

***

Rich dark soil on either side, sitting-fixated-as the water passed by.

 

We cover our eyes as we forget to open our minds.

Awake like mid-coitus; foreplay of fellatio, and here we go.

 

And still, no one cares to notice

Who knows? 

May 16, 2013

Blue Planet (Segment From Downtown Prose)

Hiding from spies, not wearing gloves, kiss love.

 

A plain planet hanging in the balance, ever fragile, with soil, oxygen, water, and talents; Blue-green moving, spinning in the blackness while we drill holes and clear forests and act like these acts aren’t causing damage. 

 

Someone cries because they have been cheated, someone smiles because they got what they needed.

 

Drone attacks on smack.  Long kiss goodbye.  Work is code for crack.  John is code for Jack.  And so on.

 

Off to start another day, another moment we can try another way.  Hoping that time flies-unlike a ton of bricks.  When we realize we are stupid we find we are the wisest.  The worst thing that could happen, and then it’s all right.  Clear sight.  Lights out for the night, I’ve been enlightened.

May 6, 2013

Nicole Kidman Lookalike

Scissors to Flesh,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

E- you resemble Nicole Kidman with thinner lips, bigger teeth, and larger tits.

Your lack of leisurely attempts at discrete-your fear is your contempt; like cars in the street.

 

I know why you haven’t slept.

You have the biggest fake smile I have ever met.

Hard to believe it seems…

Even your eyes are framed by thick black circles in my dreams.

 

Pleasure yourself, because your parents never believed.

 

Living life on your knees and between the sheets and whatever lies have been fabricated between.

 

Dear God, a façade.

 

Where are you really?

At the bar, looking at the stars, we went to your car?

 

Nothing changed.

 

And when I go to Jules I won’t tell John.

And when I go to John’s I won’t tell Jule.

I don’t know anyone, it’s the opposite for everyone I see, especially you, they all know me.

 

 

Our relationship, situation, and problems are still the same.

 

We won’t speak, we never have, and we never will, truthfully.

 

I’ll buy you a drink, say hi, and then wave goodbye.

 

Whatever happened to Monday?

 

***

 

And in all seriousness, I use Nicole Kidman loosely.

April 18, 2013

Observation: Rise and Shine

The morning chemistry is coffee on a countertop.

The bell rings softly as we stare at canopy aloft.

 

The ceiling fan does not spin as dust clings to its pale blades.

Rain hits roof and window but does not venture in, as I watch amazed.

 

Lamplight and grey skies shone to my eyes.

 

And then I hear.

And then I see.

And then I think.

 

Some female comedians have it so easy; where their breasts are their best joke.

Some musicians have it so easy; they are successful for playing just one note.

Some people have it so easy; while others sink they float.

 

 

Some people learn; some people won’t.

 

 

And those were just a few asides and some real-life.

Rise and shine.