Blah Blah Blah

I'm not here right now, leave your name and number after the beep.......

Friday, October 21, 2016

Greetings from the desert

Capable hands

Hello there
Third day of 39 here
Long ways
From yesterday
So far away
Time stops for no man
She is a fickle beast
Likes things
Nice and neat
When she's excited
She does bite
Likes a spank
Now and then
She shure is Purdy
Makes my heart skip
A beat
She has been hard on me
Surly hope
There is enough of her
For me to see
The look in my daughter's eyes
When she brings a life to be
In times capable hands

Chris McQueeney ©10-21-2016

Life is a curious thing. Walking down the road the other day, hundred pound pack on my back, a man started whistling at me. The neighborhood I was in was less than swanky. Don't get me wrong I am not above it, in fact it is a lot like the neighborhood I grew up in, it is just that usually when a stranger whistles at you in a neighborhood like that it isn't for wholesome reasons. I intended to ignore him but for some reason I looked across the busy four lane street and what I saw stopped me. The neighborhood was like my childhood, and the man reminded me of my godfather Lupe, so much so that I walked across the street to ask him how I could help him. His name is Juan, a Viet Nam Vet, marine, a good man. I knew none of that when we started speaking, and he probably will never know that I am publicly praising him, not because it is a secret, but because it would not occur to him that he deserves it. Juan put a roof over my head that day, I did not need it but the roof that I had secured had strings attached that I was sure would hurt me in the long run. His offer was simple, watch the place, keep it safe, and clean a little and you can stay here...I was leery at first, did a bit of due diligence to C.Y.O.A. but something about his genuine sincerity moved me just as much as his reminding me of my godfather did. I accepted his offer his, and it turned out to be a very good thing, the least being the roof he put over my head...

Juan a two time Purple Heart recipiant, paid his pound of flesh twice just so that pieces of shit like Donald trump can slander his ethnicity just to get votes from ignorant white people...because being a rich white douchebag sociopath is better than being a American of Hispanic decent decorated vet who knows what a real day of work means, and what the value of life is. Juan does not like his picture taken so I snuck a shot today...
Greetings from the desert

Monday, October 10, 2016

Just an idea

Walking in the middle of madness
Like playing poker
Not knowing
What your hand is
A straight
Or a straight flush
Sandbag or slowroll
No way to know
Where to stand
Just try to talk about it
All of a sudden
You're crazy
No longer fits
Sane people
Stop being rational
That did not work
To them
I never tried
Years of bumperbowling
To find a way
I (they) just thought of this today
Have you thought of
(You have to do as I say)
Its just an idea
A thought
You might (must) try it
Have it your way
I was just trying to help (control)
Have a good day

Christopher Michael McQueeney©2016

Sunday, October 9, 2016

So, Wander is on an adventure...not the for pleasure kind of trip...I am on a healing journey. My honest desire is to get better. 4 years trudging this insain track and I am ready for sanity, this train is ready to land...

Saturday, September 10, 2016

maybe So

And the curtains fall

The light from above
Struck off her eyes
Tricking me
Telling me lies
Out poured her words
You didn't try
Let it sit idle
Let it drift by
Soon enough
Years had gone by
All the while the only thing I could find
Her hand in mine
A tether
Denying the sky
Staying bound
As the night quenched
The light once staark
Pitch dark
The light in her eyes
Her hand in mine
Now I can go
And see what I find

Chris McQueeney ©2016not mine

Thursday, September 8, 2016

almost four years, four years of limbo...

Well, the thing is

What would you do
If you knew
It was your turn to die
Would you bury your head
Practice your lies
Tell um its fine
Can't look in their eyes
Look at that
Time to go
Really must fly
All the while these creatures
These things
Start careening inside
The cavernous expanses
Where once was your mind
What would you do
The day that you die
Harsh words on the phon
no tearful goodbye
No music to sooth
Your way on your ride
This day of your death
Started out with a lie
What would I do
Should I know
That day I would Die
The last thing I would do
Is start off with a lie
I would spend it in love
This last day of this life
Most of all though
even though I won't lie
I would tell no one I know
Or strangers beside
It's best that they go
About their lives
It is not their fault I know
Today is my day to die

Chris McQueeney ©9/8/16