Along came John,

Big John.

Could It Be I'm Falling In Love, thought John.

Did You Ever Have To Make Up Your Mind, Nellie asked John one day.

Everything Is Coming Up Roses, Nellie, he replied.

Fade to Black.

Get A Job, his parents kept telling him.

Hallelujah! they cried when he finally found work.

I Second That Emotion, John said.

Johnny B. Goode, okay? his mom said.

Knock On Wood, mom, I'll do my best.

Leavung On A Jet Plane tomorrow, mom.

Mister Sandman soon found him and John was off to sleep.

Nellie, John's girl, called waking him saying, Never Leave Me Alone.

One Way or Another, Nellie, I promise you will never be alone.

Pledging My Love for you, John, she said.

Que Sera Sera, my darling. Goodnight.

Respect Yourself, he remembered hearing before as walked the New York City streets.

Soul of A Man has to be true to himself, he thought.

Take It To The Limit and see where it takes me.

Under A Stormy Sky and sixty years later, John stood over Nellie's grave.

Vision Of Love, you gave me and I will carry that with me to the end of days, Nellie.

Wear Your Love Like Heaven while in heaven, Nellie. I will see you there one day.

X Marks The Spot, is where John was one day found, surprisingly with a smile,

You'll Never Walk Alone, ever again John. You are finally going home.

Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, zip-a-dee-day, my oh my it's a wonderful day. John, you are home.

If you haven't figured it out by now,

all words italicized are song titles.

A-Is for being an AWFUL ARROGANT ASSHOLE an AUTHORITARIAN AUTOCRAT to which you take great pride

B-Is for your BOORISH BELLICOSE BIGOTED BRUTALITY inflicted on others with the GOP on your side

C-Is for you leading a CRUDE, CULPABLE CRIMINAL, CRUELITY CULT because your CRASS CONTAGIOUS CRIMES are without compare

D-Is for your DISGUSTING, DIVISIVE, DESTRUCTIVE, DEMAGOGUERY, you’re a DANGEROUS DIABOLICAL DERANGED DEGENERATE, and DELUSIONAL because respecting truth is something which you seem to be unaware

E-Is for your ENLARGED EVIL EGO because you are a EMBARRASSING example of that

F-Is because you're a FOUL FOOLISH FIEND who pretends that he’s not FAT

G-Is for your heart in the GUTTER, the GESTAPO ways, displaying your GRANDIOSE sense of self-importance, and your GREED for all things GOP and GOLD

H-Is for HATEFUL, your a HEARTLESS HATE-filled soul, you are the spirit of HITLER, whose loyalty has long been sold

I-is for your INEPTITUDE and INSINCERITY in being an INSULT upon humanity, and an ILLEGITIMATE President who needs to be IMPEACHED as you are only INTIMIDATING as The-IDIOT-in-charge

J-Is for being such JACKASS an exemplary JERK so large

K-Is for the fact that you’re a Nazi loving KLU-KLUX-KLANer trying to make America Arian White

L-Is for LOWLIFE, LOUDMOUTH you drained the swamp then hired the dirtiest scum from the bottom of the Right

M-Is for being the MALICIOUS, MALIGNANT, MISOGYNISTIC MORON that you are

N-Is because your a NARCISSISTIC NAME-CALLER whose NEPOTISTIC NONSENSE is heard afar

O-Is for your OBESE ORANGE body shape and color

P-Is for the PHONY POMPOUS POLARIZING POISONOUS POLLUTING, PATHOLOGICAL, PUTREFACTION spewing from you like no other

Q-Is because you are an incompetent QUACK, a foreign operative and a traitorous hack

R-Is for your RUSSIAN buddy Putin, because you’re a RUDE, REPULSIVE, REVOLTING RED REPUBLICAN RACIST who goes on a crazy RAVING RAGING RANTS on Twitter

S-Is because you’re a COVID-19 SUPER SPREADER, who has SOLD-OUT to SATAN, you’re SOULLESS SONOFABITCH with your SLIMY, SICKENING, STUPID policies and SLURS that belong flushed, along with you down the SHITTER

T-Is for your TERRIBLE, TREASONOUS, TREACHEROUS, TOTALITARIANISM which embodies the TURDY TURKEY that you TRULY are

U-Is for being the most UNETHICAL, UGLY, UNCOUTH, UNAmerican President ever, because you have lowered the honesty and integrity bar

V-Is for your sickening VANITY, and the VICIOUS, VILE, VULGAR ways you attack your opposition

W-Is for the WANKER WEENIE WART you are, who behaves like a WHORE in your position

X-Is for your XANTHODONTAL smile, you're a rotten XYLOPHAGOUS, a XENOPHOBIC hater of diversity and others of different races and gender

Y-Is because you’re a YELLOW, YAKKING YAHOO, who is a greedy taker, not a lender

Z-Is for ZIP, which is certainly your true worth, you are a worthless ZERO and that Mister Trump, is the truth!

The quick, brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs.

Ok, The Challenge has to be at least fifty words so let’s turn this phrase

into a little poem.

The quick, brown fox

Dashes through the crispy leaves,

Easily Escaping the clutches

Of those clumsy hounds.

The cunning fox

Barely Even has to try,

As he doubles back and mixes up the scent trail;

He jumps In the river

And crosses further down

To spice up the path even more.

He cleverly climbs a stump

And marks it with his most potent scent,

Then he whips his tail and shoots away

Down another trail, with crispy leaves

Fluttering behind his crimson fur.

The lazy hounds get all mixed up, and

Scatter in every direction.

There is no hope for them today,

The quick, brown fox is just too good!

Every so often, maybe twice a year, I'll find myself amidst the age-old question with a close circle of friends--I'm talking one of the big questions, among the stuff of 'Is there a God?' or 'Does existence have a purpose?' or 'Can a man transcend reality?'--I'm talking about the question that keeps us all up at night: Is Nicolas Cage a good actor?

The overwhelming response to this question is No, even Hell no or Shit no or God no, and other variations of the phrase. In defense of this argument, Cage has done about one million movies, so the odds of him demonstrating his chops--in impressive and well thought-out and depth-deep roles--are not great.

But he does have a handful of roles in films which are themselves scratching upon the realm of something very special, and his ability and effort as an actor greatly attribute to these shrines.

Contained in his canon is the hillbillly clownish and good-hearted convict in Raising Arizona, an alcoholic writer who can’t quit the shakes, depression or off-putting punchlines and is determined to die in Leaving Las Vegas. He plays a set of twins in Adaptation, whose personalities are extreme opposites, one a nervous wreck and borderline genius and one who is as dumb as he is outgoing and loveable. In David Lynch’s Wild at Heart he is a man on the run, wearing a snakeskin jacket that nobody else on earth could pull off as he sings just like Elvis and finally he is the perfectly slick and jerkish titular character in the very underrated film, The Weatherman. Of course, my childhood could not have been complete without Con Air, with Cage delivering one of the greatest lines in cinema history, “Put the bunny back in the box.”

Andy Samberg portrayed him on an SNL sketch, called 'Get in the Cage with Nic Cage' where actors come on to discuss their craft. Throughout the skit, repeated weekly for some time, Cage talks with Paul Rudd and Jude Law and Bradley Cooper, and then finally, as only Nic Cage could, has himself on as a guest. They practice an exercise of eastern inspired meditation in which they pay each other compliments, to steady their nerves and find the essence of being.

"Nic, I love your charisma." 

"Nic, I love your lions' heart." 

"Nic, I love your sense of humor, dry and marbled like a quality beefsteak. No A1 steak sauce for this jester, for the tangy flavor rises from within." 

"That's high praise." They conclude, both Nic Cage as well as Nic Cage, that they must continue on to their next endeavor, having a three-way with the Declaration of Independence. It's true American art only matched, maybe, by the talents of someone like Marlin Brando or Philip Seymour Hoffman.

But I'll rest my case with one of the millions of movies in which he stars that people will use as an example to say he's not good, with a moment from Vampire's Kiss. I have no idea what the movie is about and I doubt I'll ever watch it, but there is a scene that can be looked up on YouTube where he sits in the office of one of his bosses and he's in a real bad way, confused and depressed.

Somebody in the company had forgotten to file a contract, and so the contract is forever unattainable, and the consequences are apparently detrimental. Cage's character is in shock and reveals through perfect acting, an expression that his life is over.

In discussing the issue with his boss, he starts out calm, "If a company makes a copy of every single contract, and puts it in the appropriate file, then shouldn't the copy be in the file." His boss acknowledges he's right, and he says, "It should, right? Yup, yup...yup, yup, yup," he says, leaning back in great contemplation.

When his boss suggests that sometimes a contract can be misfiled, the patience of Cage's character explodes like a motorcycle going from 0-100 in two seconds. He demands who could've misfiled it and the demand goes unanswered. "How could somebody misfile something," Cage's character says. "It's all alphabetical." He stands up, his hand gestures appear as they're trying to manically compose an orchestra. In psychotic genius, he goes off, "A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K." Then he starts clapping his hands together, yelling at this point, shaking his head up and down in spasms, "L,M,N,O." On the letter P, he gets interrupted but doesn't miss a beat, speaking even the louder, pointing his fingers at his boss in the shape of guns, wild arms all over the place. "Q,R,S,T,U,V." Finally, he closes it out in the image of a man undergoing religious exorcism. "W,X,Y,Z! Huh! That's all you have to Do!" And like a child falsely accused of something, he pleads, in the desperation of dying, "I've never misfiled anything! NOT ONCE!"

The performance is hilarious and epic and made to be watched and re-watched, over and over again. It personifies him as an actor, unleashed and raw and talented. So while you don't necessarily have to admit he's a good actor, you still cannot deny, that Nicolas Cage, at his very best, gives a performance to be experienced in all of its wild emotion.

let me tell you A story of a man who owns a Big bakery of poetry,

It's a very beautiful bakery and he renders the best serviCes,

his minD is thE oven and it is heated by the most amazing words you never heard beFore,

he alone bakes the words without the help of anyone,

he serves his customers' intelliGence and the trutH,

and he doesn't charge for his works, everything he does is for free because his words are worth much than any thIng money can get you,

his bakery might be very young but the words that come out his oven are as old-time,

the wisdom in these words are like those in king Solomon"s mind,

his mind isn't Just an oven, its also the greatest search engine,

the answers anyone seeks are liKe soLdiers in his Mind waitiNg tO fight a war against ignorance and disbelieve,

he uses utensils of wit, flour of knowledge, the yeast of understanding and baking Pans of love,

and when he's done, it becomes the sweetest food of thought,

the produce of his bakery is so good and amazing,

that presidents, governors, kings and Queens all come from far away lands to have a taste of it,

he is a prophet and his apRon is his regalia, an angel without a halo on thiS head,

The bakery is his sanctUary, edifying others is all he wants, he is a hero without a cape, an epiphany for eVeryone is his business,

He's the chef of simile, a steWard of metaphors, a baker of oXymoron and irony,

everything about his bakerY is astonishing but what's intriguing about this baker is his Zeal.

(To My Vivacious Boyfriend)

An angelic voice that can put you to sleep,

Burps so frequent-

Can't help but wonder what he eats,

Dances like he's a GIF,

Ends calls randomly,

Flips over nothing-

Got hormones like a pregnant lady!

Hates asking for directions-

Isn't interested in being the helpless one,

Jokes about everything under the Sun,

Kid thinks he's the funniest one.

Laughs like a maniac,

Mood swings all over the place,

Nose broken, fingers crooked,

Out of order ankle since the last 100 days.

Pizza, pasta, potatoes-

Quite an enthusiast of the Italian cuisine,

Remembers all the little things,

Save, sending birthday wishes on time.

Ticks all the boxes on any girl's wishlist-

Urbane, eloquent and charming;

Very skilled in talking to dogs,

With 'woofs' as real as actual barking.

Xerox copy of an egg currently

(he decided to go bald),

"Yes!" he'll say to almost anything-

Zero judgement, only enjoyment policy.

I never thought you were capable of this.

(Silly me.)

You were quiet, passing in a haze. One day you were there, and the next- gone.

It was like a bad play, one that just kept on getting worse and worse.

(Apparently I finished with too few words- that’s a new one)

A Beautiful Cosmos Dawns

and Emerges

Forging Galaxies

Harmoniously Interlaces

with Jewelled Knitted

Lights and Moons

they attune...

Nature's OmniPresence

Quietly Realigns

where Space and Time Unify

Vast Worlds and eXoplanets

synchronise

Yielding to the Zenith...

of the Absolute.

(I'm just writing this to fill the word count of at least fifty words )

Atesh walked with Brunhilda over the sand dunes, and then lead her toward the egregerious flying giant hot air ships docked in the juggler’s & knight’s land that was close to the pyramids of the mighty newly appointed Ohera the Pharaoh who could not quit reading the stories about the Shadow Man written by Urs Voren Wattz Xerthi Ye Zambine.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NuBJZPhrIFQ

#OneDay— 8th Nov., 2020 Sundae.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious if you say it loud enough you will sound atrocious"

Is a zinger of a song. It's still missing the letters

b h j k m n q t v w y z

oh well it's still fun

to sing

along

Athena

10/03/20

2:22 am