Wednesday, December 2, 2015

20151204 (encompassing love)

John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (March 17, 1942 – May 10, 1994), also known as the Killer Clown, was an American serial killer and rapist who sexually assaulted and murdered at least 33 teenage boys and young men between 1972 and 1978 in Chicago, IllinoisAll of Gacy's known murders were committed inside his Norwood Park Township home. His victims would typically be lured to this address by force or deception, and all but one victim were murdered by either asphyxiation or strangulation with a tourniquet (his first victim was stabbed to death). Gacy buried 26 of his victims in the crawl space of his home. Three further victims were buried elsewhere on his property, while the bodies of his last four known victims were discarded in the Des Plaines River. Convicted of 33 murders, Gacy was sentenced to death for 12 of these killings on March 13, 1980. He spent 14 years on death row before he was executed by lethal injection at Stateville Correctional Center on May 10, 1994. Gacy became known as the "Killer Clown" due to his charitable services at fundraising events, parades and children's parties where he would dress as "Pogo the Clown", a character he devised himself.---Wikipedia, 2015

















































Dear Lord do I have to love

Babies screaming in the seat

Behind me on the plane yes

My son and their mothers who

Don’t make the slightest effort

To find out why they‘re crying

So they could do something

About it yes her too what about

Those fat girls at Walmart wearing

Torn jean shorts with blotchy

Cellulited thighs of course maybe 

Them especially how about guys

Who park their Corvettes Mercedes

Porsches on a line so they take up

Two parking spaces surely those too

Then there’s the ones who sit 

Behind you in a theater who won’t

Shut up and when you ask them

Nicely they swear at you and kick

The seat come on Jim I wouldn’t 

Leave those out people on the bus

Who jam their wire shopping 

Carts against your ass from the 

Moment you get up to give 

Some one else a seat I think

They must be loved OK I’ve 

Got one the mechanic who did

A wall job on my car and charged

Me three hundred bucks for 

Nothing I never said all my

Children were honest yes him

Too snotty children certainly

You must not remember your

Childhood people who make

Really bad movies snuff films

For instance yes my child

Speaking of children what

About John Wayne Gacy I 

Thought you would have 

Gotten to him sooner but

Yes you must love him you

Know I’ve just about had it

With this love everybody

Program OK let’s go for

The big kielbasa Hitler

Goebbels the whole anti-semitic

Torturers and killers I think

You know the answer Jim I

Expect you should love all

Of them they’re all my sons

And daughters I made them

I love them I’m the only one

Who knows them entirely

My advice would be love them

Don’t leave anybody out Donald

Trump Kanye West and those

Infuriating Kardashians I didn’t 

Say loving them comes easily

What about you is it OK for me

To have everyone love you even

If a lot know you only as one of

Three hundred million Americans

Believe me I know a lot of people

Who would ask if they had to love 

You with all your quirks and flaws

And your pick your nose sarcasm

Guess what I tell them




c. J.S.Manista, 2015 

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

20151203 (psalm for today)

It's good to remember Psalms were written by David, the Lord's prayer by Jesus



































Hold us not accountable

For our mediocrity O Lord

Tear our enemies with your

Teeth O Mighty One before

They give us what for

Do not fail to hear our pleas

O You Who have snatched us

Mightily from the foreigners

Who envy our values 

Our BMWs our McMansions 

Our gorgeous weatherwomen

Our rock stars our bechained

Rappers though we dabbled on

Tinder we do not forget our

Promises altogether

We felt guilty guiltier

Than our enemies those

Unlearned simpletons

Repel them at our gates O

Protector these rabble whose

Islands we have washed away

We are always your people

Even when we slip up we

Do not forget our covenant

It’s still there sitting on the

Bookshelf the maid dusts it

Religiously keep us we pray

Safe from the scourge of Babylon

Those ragheads who bow five

Times daily to that other God

Allan I think I’d bow five times

Easy if that’s all it took but

You’ve got churches with mortgages

Endowment campaigns grounds 

To tend Sunday schools to staff

You know it takes money time 

Is money my time your money

It’s not such a great deal when you

Think about it so please hold up

Your end of the contract we 

Worship with bucks so take care

Of us You are the Good One

And mighty in forgiveness You

Alone know how badly we have

Stumbled before and in Your 

Steadfast kindness You have

Forgotten our flaws we’ll

Come around eventually and

Your powers of forgiveness

Are infinite we can’t wear You 

Out you’ll always be there

We’re your people remember

Did we ask for special treatment

Hardly but now that we’re

Used to it can You deny us

It would look bad on your

Resume lets His favored perish

Now when we need You You’re

Going on vacation to let us

Dangle perilously in the wind

We’re sorry now and when things

Quiet down a bit it won’t be like

All the old times this time

We mean it





c. J.S.Manista, 2015

20151202 (empathy)




She was leaving we were coming in

I told Peggy I would speak to an

Old friend quickly as we passed in

The aisle you know Tommy’s on 

Sunday afternoon kind of like

Blood cells in an artery everybody

Going one way or another how

You been she looked at me as if

Do I know you I showed her my

Church badge still on gave her

A card Jim you don’t look at all

Like I remember I explained 

About not having to wear glasses

Anymore no it’s the beard when

Did you start to grow it she had

A cheerful face it looked like we 

Had some time as waiters exiters

Wadded up toward the booths

How’s your old man I asked

The initial sparkle went out

Of her face he’s tried to kill

Himself several times it’s hard

Right now after that you can’t 

Just walk away and say have a 

Good one you’ve got to take

Some time to commiserate

Very sorry to hear but there’s

A lot of sadness in families

I sense perhaps you don’t

Know my son Peter took his

Life a couple of years ago

Kept trying till he got good at it

Dumb thing to say I tried to 

Wish her better times and a

Good outcome we had to part

She was in a hurry for another

Appointment and I wasn’t offering

The crucial help she was needing

When I got back to the table

Peggy had been given menus

Water told the waitress to come

Back in a minute thanks I said

Buried my nose in the menu

Old friend more Jean’s than mine

Our kids grew up together I

Didn’t mention the tough events

Of her recent days what could 

I say I knew no motive health

Work that’s for another time

And place where one can speak

In nuances as they say now I

Know how hard it is lots of 

People don’t want to talk about

Such things they’ll nod and let

You go on express their regrets

Hoping they have communicated

Enough and that you will not

Break down right there giving 

Them more than they would could

Handle that’s the risk because you

Don’t even know that yourself

Whether this will be the one

Time the scabs peel off and you

Bleed all over again







c. J.S.Manista, 2015