Little Jack has passed away

He suddenly went down
He was lying next to me in bed
And his stillness caught my attention
Because he was always something else instead

An alive ball of energy
The original creative little ball of fun
And now his time is over
His time on this earth is done

And I love him for his memories
His aliveness and his spark
He was always right there with the pack
Adding in his little bark

He had a big heart
And god knows a friendly smile
I had found him as a puppy
Coming back from a run of ten miles

I've got to see if he was poisoned
Because he went too sudden and quick
I got to know if darkness is moving
And doing what is inhumanly sick

Maybe the new big dog
Hurt him I don't know
He went so quick not even time to
Take him to the vet ahhh man I loved him so

And he certainly loved me back
A terrier with a big big heart
He had turned into solid muscle
And certainly tried to do his part

I just don't know what happened
Now all of a sudden he's still
I'll honor him the best I can
I will pay tribute to the strengths

Of his love and energy and will



Neils
12:15 am
07/10/2009

I've got dogs

I've got dogs
In my back yard

Woderful dogs
Medium sized dogs
That run around and play
And jump about

Dogs that want to go inside
Unless they're there
And then
They want to go back out....



Neils
11:07 am
11/07/2001
*
transcribed this time
11:38 am
07/08/2009


N....again

Mike Russell is a Son of a Bitch

If you’re lookin for an Angel
Go someplace else
This isn’t going to improve his rep
But I kinda like’m myself

I like his balls of etiquette
His intellect sharp as a battle ax
He could be there before during or after
Cheating as usual by actually using real facts

He bent the rules when it suited him
He broke them to survive
And if I hadn’t learned a few of his tricks
His punches and kicks I wouldn’t be alive

To irritate the many assholes
Who think they run this world
Both of us have been real nice guys
And would never ever have dreamed

Of bein with the same girl

And once upon a time
I jumped over the moon
Never make your move too late
And sometimes more importantly

Never make your move too soon

I asked his opinion once about something I wrote
Although in that area it’s rare from anybody
I pursue it
He said you know to me it looks a lot like
Circumstantial evidence dripping venom
With your name written in blood
Signed to it

****

Might I reiterate

Mike Russell is a Son of a Bitch
And I feel sorry for anybody who’s ride
Hasn’t ever taken them to some God forsaken place
Where you haven’t been damn glad

Somebody like him was on your side


Neils
2:37 pm
06/24/2009

A poem

You can agree or disagree with me
You can speak your mind with passion
But do not approach to intimidate me
Or put your hands on me in

Any shape or fashion

I can be persuaded by reason
I can be moved by belief
But I don’t take too lightly
Initiating a threat that I might be

Facing a lot of grief

If I don’t just shut up and go along
Like I’m not allowed any questions at all
Last time I looked I was a regular citizen too
But I don’t recall electing some kind of Deity

To City Hall

When did wanting to know
What is simple honest and true
Get turned into something that can
Be labeled an accusation and then

Hurled back at you

If somebody wants to converse with me
I’m definitely willing to listen to both sides
But please..please give me the same courtesy
Because it’s kind of hard to hear you through

All that anger vindictiveness and pride



Neils
10:34 am
06/23/2009
*
through last night
and some today

N…again

I'm still writting to you

I’d rather have an hour more conversation
With you

Than two brand new amps and a guitar
I’d rather be havin a breakfast of bacon and eggs
Than to be talked up as some big rock and roll star

I’d rather be sittin in the kitchen
Waitin for the coffee to get done
Than to stand in front of the Heavens
As the seventh son of the seventh son

I’d rather have one more laugh out loud
I’d rather have one more pat on the shoulder
I’d rather have almost anything
Than my world being so much colder

I’d rather walk up on that ratty ol porch
And hear the Doors playing their rhythm low and slow
I’m thankful to not have missed walking in and seeing
That light spill in the window in a soft warm glow

I ‘d rather endure a million more trials
I’d rather face down endless heart aches and fears
Than to have missed a single one of your smiles
Than to have missed a single one of your tears




Neils
7:11 am
06/18/2009
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transcribed this time
06.17.2998


N....again

This is our Home Town

And we will make it
A better place
Be it with effort and sweat
Be it with simple grace

I will rise each day
And find a way to make it better
Be it returning a greeting
Or writing a distant friend a letter

No more will I accept the judgment
Of disgruntlement and that’s the way it goes
I have seen the desire of those
Who have the heart to let it show

So

Let’s pick up the trash
Let’s clean up the buildings and streets
Let’s show some determination
Let’s play guitars and dance to a beat

I want to join in
With potato salad and Bar B Q
I want to hear some bad jokes
And blame all the joy on you

I want to box and wrestle
I want to run and lift weights
I want a place where encouragement thrives
And discouragement is told to stand and wait

I want to see the singers
The dancers some skits and plays
I want to see talent step forth
And dare to share with us their dreams today

Young and old
Boys and girls
This is our time
This is our time

This is
Our world



Neils
9:56 am
06/10/2009
*
transcribed this time
1:51 pm
06/14/2009

N....again

When

You've done the right thing
Taken an honest stand
No excuses are necessary
No matter who is it making the demand

Yes
When

You've done the right thing
And taken an honest stand
Frankly I’m more than a little inclined
To say to Hell with those

Who didn't even make much effort
At all to even try to understand


Neils
2:34 pm
06/13/2009
*
transcribed this time
12:18 pm
06/14/2009


N...again

It's time

It’s time for you to stand up
And walk out

On what it truly takes
To make life worth living
It’s time to turn your back on
The heart that could be forgiving

It’s always better to leave
Before you have a chance to hear
That there is a gateway opening
A chance to get past your fears

What good is a wheel that’s turning
What good is what you already know
If you have no burning to be learning
How to make the soul seeds grow

It’s time for you to stand up
And walk out

To cut the life line back
And leave behind your dreaming
But who is it that coldly sold you
That courage bold could be replaced

By dry bloodless scheming

****
****

Who is it that first proffered forth
Who is it that extended that hand
Covered by the scaly skin of sin
And made upon you demands

That made promises of gold
That made promises of power
But in the end only stole
Life’s precious minutes and hours

Who taught you to close your eyes
To not appreciate simple joys
And that rights and freedoms of others
Are but frivolous playthings and toys

Bitterness does look like wisdom
When temptation is at hand
And telling you to not persevere
To strive to reach to understand

It’s time for you to stand up
And walk out

But will it be on open discussion
Or on rumor mongers taking the tact
That the best way to achieve goals
Is through innuendo gossip and

Endless low down filthy sneak attacks


Neils
10:51 am
06/08/2009
*
transcribed this time
10:33 am
06/09/2009
*
on a tuesday
N...again