Times Square Ball Drop

Captain Caseload is watching the ball dropping extravaganza by herself. I was putting in a load of laundry when I heard an old familiar voice butchering that ‘Hero’ song from back in the olden days. And low and behold it was Mariah Carey herself…

WTF? WordPress

What in the HoNkey heLLin FuNk happened to my website? Is this from your ‘update?’ Hot Dammit… Ain’t nobody got time fo dis…

Thinking Messed Me uP Again (Poem)

‘Fuck it’ is such a dangerous thing to say It’s like saying ‘I got this’ when I’ve lost my sanity Change happens against my will No matter how much I want my way When I try to go back it pushes me forward as I fall flat on my face But running from the past is like trying to see the future I always wake up in the same place Stuck in my head with a bottle in my hand My thinking messed me up again Cuz I said ‘Fuck it’ When I should have said grace And I lost my will to move on Stuck in quick sand kicking When I should have stayed still And reached for the nearest arm And I said ‘I got this’ when I should’ve bout faced And listened rather than talking that chase Stuck in my head got me going insane My thinking messed me up again

I Wish… (Poem)

Boy You’re the only one knocks the wind out my heart Makes it beat fast and slow Gives me that kind of anxiety invigorates my soul I want to know what you know See through your scope Know your every ire, every secret, every hope I wish I were your sneakers So I could take you where you want to go Protect your feet from all you bear And make you feel more comfortable I wish I were your jacket So I could have your back at all times Come rain or sleet or hail or shine Or whether you’re right or wrong I wish I were your glasses So I could see the world through your eyes Throw some shade at the foes who hate And aid in your disguise I wish I were your only one I wish you wish it too I wish I were your everything I hope my wish comes trueBoy You’re the only one knocks the wind out my heart Makes it beat fast and slow Gives me that kind of anxiety invigorates my soul I want to know what you know See through your scope Know your every ire, every secret, every hope I wish I were your sneakers So I could take you where you want to go Protect your feet from all you bear And make you feel more comfortable I wish I were your jacket So I could have your back at all times Come rain or sleet or hail or shine Or whether you’re right or wrong I wish I were your glasses So I could see the world through your eyes Throw some shade at the foes who hate And aid in your disguise I wish I were your only one I wish you wish it too I wish I were your everything I hope my wish comes true

Trash the Earth Day (Poem)

It’s the day after Xmas Time to throw out your crap All your boxes and wrappings and dining room scraps Oh what a holiday X marks the spot with a question mark… You cut down that tree Dragged it in your house Odorned it with glee Watched it die on out Now it’s time to face facts Cuz it’s the end of days There is no better definition of idolatry Look it up It’s in the Books But you should know cuz you’re nothing but a gang of crooks You stole from God Now it’s time to pay Every imposter will get eXacted by The WAY

Moment of Silence (Poem)

Can you spare a moment of silence? On this deceptively blasphemous day As you carry on in merriment amidst a world of suffering A day to observe the alleged birth of our Lord Matter fact, the birth of The WORD The WORD that has neither feet nor hands nay is a part of this world The WORD of the secret WAY things are The WAY neither seen nor heard The WAY of the winds and the waters and dirt And the fire that cleanses the Earth What do gifts have to do with the way things are? What does greed have to do with God? Who are you to say who is naughty or nice? Who can stand err the Mighty ROD? Turn your laughter into tears And your joy into sorrow And pour out your lecherous cup Neither you nor I nor the kings of the world can rival the God of Love You reap what you sow And you’ll get what you earn In the coming of our vengeful King So do as you will All bets you cant even spare A moment of silence for the still sick and suffering

The Disease (Poem)

You were my friend from the deep end Shelter from my own bull The lighter side of darkness that I couldn’t see was not light enough You took me further than I wanted to go when I said I wanted to stop And when we got there you kept me longer than I could stay And played me nonstop And when I wanted to go You tried to stop me from leaving Fed every lie that you cooked You told me I was all wrong I had nothing to give No point to writing my book You were so indestructible I lost my voice I had no strength to tell you FUCK OFF I lost so much of me How could I try to help me? The only thing that could save me was God

HoOgabOoga Shit

This girl was blasting that hoogabooga shit this morning acting all ratchet when my friend asked her nicely to lower the volume. So I have decided to blast Charles Mansion’s music just to fuck with her.

Wildflower Fields (Poem)

I took a trip down to the end of the wildflower fields purple, red, blue, yellow, green I felt the light bloom inside my soul Saw the face of a God unknown He told me to be fruitful in the way things are In the way things winnow when they aren’t supposed to be I bathed in the rivers And drank from the springs Replenished my faith in the unseen I marveled at the beauty of a life less winding As I ‘came to’ in the world I loathe

Instant Bum (Poem)

If you want to be an instant bum Survive by being a hoe Sell your jewels, your car and then your home Your baby’s diapers and your daughter’s clothes If you want to compromise your sexuality for just one more Waste your life away in hallways and bathroom stalls People please until you forget who you are Leave your Mama wondering when she’s gonna get that call If you want to block the blessings that present you everyday Diss the Angels who pray for your recovery Live your life like the Earth ain’t crying out in pain A waste of space in a world gone insane Go ahead Let your disease talk you into one more run But if you don’t pick up You cant get high And you won’t be an instant bum