Your mirror Image.

You ever look into the mirror and speculate that it is not you,

That there is a being there with thoughts of its own.

It moves with motion and mimics your actions but,

Is it really doing that or is it some kind of clown, a clone.


You wrinkle your forehead and it does the same,

You move to the right and make frowns to drive it insane.

But is it you, or are we programmed to think that,

I know the mirror is like a camera it makes you look fat.


Behind the mask and deep inside that head you hold up with a neck,

There are thoughts moving around, some deep and some just dreck.

And then it happens that small smile you try to repress,

The one you giggle at and then it is time to dress.


For you have things to do, the bills must be paid,

There is food to be had, the refrigerator to raid.

The chores that piled up and the things that must be done,

Some of these trite and boring and some border on fun.

Oh mirror image if I only could take you for that ride,

But you are stuck in the flat screen before me and it is time for you to hide.

I am alive but listed dead.

Yesterday, a day to remember, for I was declared dead by Social Security,

No, I am very much alive thank you, I will admit my body has maturity.

Somehow a glitch appeared and a person of my name seems to have died,

Somehow his social security number came up as mine, I guess he lied.

Anyhow, I am now legally dead so I cannot receive any social security money,

My wife thought this was hilarious until we could not pay bills, then not funny.

My pension got notice from social security so they too stopped the check,

My life is now impossible I have become a nervous and dead wreck.

So I have to gain employment and I therefore applied for a job,

But that was impossible because I could not fill out the W2 card.

They cannot take withholding from a dead man they said,

And so I live without any chance of making any bread.

I have spent hours on the phone and letters to many to count,

But all I did is a running in circles and a busted bank account.

I therefore robbed the bank down the street from where I stay,

They arrested me after I hid the money away for a rainy day.

They had to release me for I register dead on their charts and rolls.

I retrieve the money and moved to a foreign country where the criminals goes.

So now I sit on the beach with a rum and coke in my hand,

Living like a wealthy dead person in a faraway land.


Do I believe in Karma?

Alice Dwin was born at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital on September 15, 1945.

Barry Wax was born at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital on December 17, 1945.

Possibly the same nurses held each baby. The same staff attended their needs. They were in the same maternity ward and it is possible in the same bassinet.

Alice Dwin’s first grade teacher was Mrs. Schneider. Her daughter Ellen became friends with Alice and remained friends for most of her life.

Barry Wax went to Brooklyn College and had his own apartment.

Since he was a full time student he needed roommates.

One of those roommates was Joe Kaye.

His girlfriend was Ellen Schneider.

Alice Dwin had moved to Miami Beach, Florida.

She was still in contact with Ellen and relayed she was sad because she just broke up with her boyfriend.

Ellen told Joe and asked me to send Alice a letter to cheer her up.

I did.

Six months later I married the girl who was born in the same hospital I was born. We have three children and two grandchildren. We have been married for forty four years.

Do I believe in Karma? Yes!

Cleo and her asp.

30 BC Cleopatra VII, Queen of Egypt, commits suicide.
On this day In history the Queen commits suicide.


How did she do this



After Caesar’s assassination in 44 BC, she aligned with Mark Antony in opposition to Caesar’s legal heir, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus (later known as Augustus). With Antony, she bore the twins Cleopatra Selene II and Alexander Helios, and another son, Ptolemy Philadelphus (her unions with her brothers had produced no children). After losing the Battle of Actium to Octavian’s forces, Antony committed suicide. Cleopatra followed suit, according to tradition killing herself by means of an asp bite on August 12, 30 BC.[8]

Two things I note. One with her brothers she had no children. Inbreeding brings problems. And two she dies from the asp. A traditional method of killing oneself. I wonder if the asp is a symbol from the garden of Eden. It caused Adam and Eve eviction and now is used as an evil executioner of Cleo.

According to Plutarch (quoted by Ussher), Cleopatra tested various deadly poisons on condemned persons and concluded that the bite of the asp (from aspis – Egyptian cobra, not European asp) was the least terrible way to die; the venom brought sleepiness and heaviness without spasms of pain. The asp is perhaps most famous for its alleged role in Cleopatra’s suicide[3] (some believe it to have been a horned viper),[1][4] though in 2010, German historian Christoph Schaefer and toxicologist Dietrich Mebs, after extensive study into the event, came to the conclusion that rather than enticing a venomous animal to bite her, Cleopatra actually used a mixture of hemlock, wolfsbane and opium to end her life.[5]

With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
Be angry, and dispatch.

—Cleopatra, Act V, scene II

Antony and Cleopatra

Cleo was thirty nine when she died. She killed herself when Anthony her main guy died. He killed himself by throwing himself on a spear when he was informed of her death which was not true. She heard he was dead and committed the asp bite. Sounds like Romeo and Juliet to me. I have informed my wife that upon my death she is to leave our asps alone.


There are some people I wish would play with an asp. Do you have any in mind?

The Maddness of Looking into the Light, a tribute to Melville

“At sea one day, you’ll smell land where there’ll be no land, and on that day Ahab will go to his grave, but he’ll rise again within the hour. He will rise and beckon. Then all – all save one shall follow.”


“I believe I smell land and it is queer for it smells of oil and it reeks the air I breathe.” The Arab said to the men he lead into the desert looking for the pure White Camel of legend.

They were a strange group of biologist looking for the albino humpback. They were joined by a large group who were looking for the ark of Noah. They called themselves the Enlightened Ones and yet they depend on their Arab to take them through the desert for they were ill equipped for the hardships ahead.

And there was one called Ishbarm. They called him that for he was from the province of Ishbarm. Strange but no one else was from there and no one knew of it or him.

They traveled over the waves of the dunes and through adventures of doom and death. Finally what was left of the party saw through their eyes now reddened by the sun a glimpse of the camel. It was white and galloped through the desert even in the heat of the day. They pursued it and died. Sucked into the sands by quicksand and their own ignorance of the terrain. Two survived Ishbarm and the Arab who lead them.

The Arab called for his camel and it came to him and astride it he galloped away. Leaving only Ishbarm to make his way back to civilization. He succeeded for a caravan came by way to the south and picked up this man crawling in the desert mumbling something about a camel and an ark. They brought him back and he sat in a rocking chair, rocking to and fro as if on the sea, muttering, “I saw it, and I must see it again.”


Look into the fire of life and become deranged.

An oldie but hopefully a goodie

Edward of Glister, was the fool on the hill. The town of Glister stood near the cliffs and Edward would perch himself there and just stare at the sea. The townspeople pitied him and therefore fed him, clothed him and gave him a small hut.

This was the year of 1112 A.D. when medieval knights sat around and discussed chivalry and knightly things.

The city was fifty miles from the castle and was protected by the Crown Prince Melville the Fair. The people of the town made weaponry and armor for the knights and in return were given the protection of the realm.

Once a month they loaded up their wagons with armor, breast- plates, lances and pikes and convoy style went to the castle.

Then one day Viking ships were spotted coming up the coast. The people of the town were scared but the Prince would protect them. Unfortunately the castle was besieged and the knights could not come to their aid.

That news was delivered by messenger, and the dire news was high cause for alarm.

The men of the town met in the foundry where the armor was made. They argued for hours. The consensus was to retreat inland and let the Vikings plunder their town.

Then in a moment of strangeness, Edward the Fool, stood up.

“This is our town and I do not want to see the Vikings loot it, burn it and ….” He started to stutter. He picked up a breastplate and put it on. I am ready to defend my town.

The next day on the cliffs the Vikings saw a weird sight.

The town looney up there in armor, alone, ready for the fight.

When the townspeople returned and rebuilt Glouster they erected a statue for this brave but foolish man.

And so the phrase of run away and fight another day was born.

The con of the believe it or not.

A tribe wanted to attack the intruders who were on a hill. They had spears and the intruders had guns. The tribe knew what bullets are. The witch doctor came up with an idea. A charm that he blessed and then told all the men of the village to wear around their necks.

The tribe bought into it. They drank the local potions that made them loupe and they danced into they were into a hypotonic state.

Then and only then they attacked the hill. The intruders tried to scare them off and shot over their heads. But this was misinterpreted by the attackers who now thought that the charms were working. They now were convinced the charms were magic.

Then the intruders shot into the attackers and many fell. But those who did not rationalized that those hit were not true believers and that the magic within them from the charm was negated.

But now they got to the top of the hill and routed the enemy. The victory was theirs and the witch doctor was supreme.