An Observation

When Hurricane Irene was headed up the East coast the Government mobilized every department from Homeland Security to FEMA and beyond.
President Obama cut his vacation short by one whole day to take command of the situation. TelePrompTer's were put into place.
Official photographers were on standby for publicity pictures of the President springing into action, everyone in the Government was telling us how prepared our Government was to give out their big helping hand and pay for rebuilding all the damage.

There was endless press coverage of such a potential disaster and thousands upon thousands of Government credit cards were printed ready to hand out, millions of Military field rations were brought in all at the ready. FEMA had housing at the ready and enough bottled water to fill a huge lake.

Fast forward to today:

It appears to go mostly unnoticed but Texas has had no rain for months and they are literally on fire with livestock and houses lost. I wonder why it is the Air National Guard is not flying tankers over Texas dropping flame retardant or dropping the millions of gallons of bottled water FEMA had on hand for the New Yorkers for the hurricane?

Did president Obama cut short his Labor Day speech to get to a command center? Did he or has he even mentioned the situation in Texas? How about FEMA are they at the ready?

Of course Texas is a large state and with FEMA's Regional Operations Region IV being located in Denton Texas it would take some time to get mobilized. How about Homeland Security after all, the police will be a little busy so any terrorist would have a better chance to slip across the border.

Last time I checked, Texas is still one of the United States, but of course one thing I'm sure has not gone unnoticed by some, is the Governor of the great state of Texas is in the lead for the nomination to run on the Republican ticket for President of the United States, but surely assistance to the state of Texas would not be withheld or delayed based on politics.

HOPE and CHANGE;

I HOPE the weather will CHANGE and rain will fall on the Great State of Texas.

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Japanese Wind

It is interesting to watch the mass hysteria in our country regarding the small amount of radiation from Japan that may blow in to the United States. It seems like the media hype is totally out of control.

After checking the mileage from Japan to the United States, one has to ask if the radiation from Japan is higher than the cell phones, x rays, airport scanners and all the rest we are subjected to daily?

I wonder how many of you that will read this are aware that here in Nevada, at the Nevada Test Site, the first atomic test, Operation Ranger, was conducted on Jan. 27, 1951. The final nuclear test, Divider, was conducted on Sept. 23, 1992. In between, there were 99 above ground tests and over 800 below ground tests.

The test site is approximately 64 miles from Las Vegas and as the crow flies less than 100 miles from my home town of Moapa . Prevailing winds from the test site did not blow over Las Vegas, however they blew over Moapa, the surrounding Moapa Valley and into the Saint George, Utah area.

I remember those days well, they were a family event, on the days of the test we would set up our chairs outside and watch the mushroom cloud from the bomb until it completely disbursed and was gone from sight.

The next day Government workers would show up retrieve the ID cards the gave to us the week before, which mysteriously had changed colors, scan us and our cars with Geiger Counters which more often than not made loud noises as they moved them around the cars and us.

Those were happy days for my dad because the Government washed his car for free. No, they never did anything for us, no showers, no Iodine pills or anything like that.

You may have heard of me, I am what is commonly referred to as a Downwinder.

We were all contaminated with a lot higher doses of radiation than will blow across the seas to the United States From Japan. I have lost family and friends to cancer who lived in the downwind area, but not much outrage or media coverage was ever given to that.

I guess my story doesn't matter since it was in the past and we are all going to die from one thing or another anyway.

"The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind"

The Man of Tin

Like ‘Boom Boom’ Boris Becker, my wreckage comes from this racket; serve me verbiage to swing at and sure enough I will smack it, put your problems on my back and I’ll shoulder them like a jacket, in this tournament of champs, I’m the only stamp on the bracket.

Backing up no longer, I’m feeling stronger than any superpower, Bauer to this pace, I’m just racing the time until my final hour is upon me and I am no longer clocking in, but until then I’ll spend my life powering on my will to win.

The Man of Tin, sitting in bargain bins spitting out these flows, just rowing out prolific exhibits of picket signage prose, an overdose of omens and moments of motion comatose, verbose engrossing boasting of coast to coast roasting diagnosed.

Still I suppose that nobody knows the way I flow in codes, both friend and foe just can’t seem to grasp my passion overload, respect I’m owed, but I’m just not getting it, so I go and goad and hope for gold while moseying bold on down my yellow road.

I’m ‘a la mode’ exploding through fashionable ways of writing rhymes and lining speak like beats in a bind, just call me sign of times, my mind is finding ways to display an amazing maze design, while pining for enshrinement assignments that tighten up my spine.

My shine is blinding doubters, about to unleash a cosmic bomb, atomically bionic and sonically calming phonic palm in blister histrionics, just call me Mr. Miyagi, Si, I’m kicking swift ironic with comical Daniel-sunning speed.

No need to try and pry into what I am laying down for you, just proving I can stand up to anyone in this slang enthuse, my muse is brain and she’s an insanely deranged exclaim excuse for cruising down this road of prose overload mode and venom views.

Written by Tyler Wagner

Sunny Side Up

I’ve really never felt like this, I’ve never had this strength of wrist, or even had a granted wish so whimsical and golden, fish. I’m out the tank and swimming free, don’t try to paddle after me, I’m oh so gone, beyond the sea, and seeing spacey, heavenly.

My tether ball was tethered, worn, from all the verbal punching, scorn, no more, that’s it, my soul has sworn, to ward off hoards of ripping, torn. I’m born again, alive and well, my mutant finally left its shell, and now my ninja splinters fast, this master’s printing, sprinting past.

Blasting off to outer space, with willful grace, without a trace, I doubt you’ll ever see my face raise up again, it’s been erased. So brace yourselves and pace your search, I’ll send prayers from Picante church, to warm you up and reimburse the strength in you that’s been besmirched.

Allured by life’s intoxication, boxing oxygen elation, elevation has been heightened, past the furthest star that brightens up this span of planet mass, way past the future’s looking glass; I’m past the point of no return, my fury’s never burning urn.

That means my soul is never dying, while you subtract, I’m multiplying, just eye the Champ, my rant’s Orion, my Belt of stealth I call Obrien. My Conan sword I’m carrying, while jonesing for a marian, to run through my agrarian, and find my Unitarian.

If you got that, then cheers to you, my wit can’t fit in any shoe, my brew of choice is liquid voice and it goes down like sunset views. My boulevard is hard to find, I sign my rhymes as Wonder Nine; my world is curled up, enshrined, inside this phlegm of Clementine.

My darling, that just means I’m lost, but not forgot, just hit exhaust, I paid the cost to be the boss and now our paths can never cross. I’ll be your friend, just call me Ross, and in the end, I’ll be the floss, that’s there to spread the thread across this word of mouth, called tonsil toss.

Still at a loss, I’m out of time, so read this twice and redesign, what you once thought was just a rhyme; my spine is sharp like Porcupines. I got your back if you got mine, I’m out of sight and out my mind, I moved the moon and found my shine, my sunny side’s on upward climb.

Written by Tyler Wagner

Uno

I need you like the air I breathe, I need your trust in me, believe, I need your arms to charm my sleeves; I need your cape of Super, Reeves. I need you, please, so don’t let go, I need your light, my twinkle toes, I need your lift when I get low, I need you as my one, Uno.

I know now what it is to dance out in the raindrops of romance, and never need a second chance to fall in love from the first glance. My stance on you won’t ever sway, you were the gift for which I prayed, I’ll live for you through dying days and praise the ways which you amaze.

I’ll Frito lay chips off your shoulder, warm you when the world gets colder, boulder through the rocky roads that race you to the age of older. Smolder ice and dice apart the arctic grim that dims your spark, embark a vessel through your heart and never once again depart.

The part of me that needs you most grows from my head down to my toes and loves no feeling quite as close as when your breath rests on my nose. I know I’ve said it once before, or even twice, who’s keeping score, but let me tell you now once more, your blissful core I most adore.

I swore I’d never find such grace, to occupy my mind and space, but face it; frowns have been replaced by drowning in exquisite taste. Put in my place, I’m standing still, just call me Hank, King of the Hill, I found my Fox, she fits the bill, my emptiness she did fulfill.

No need for pills, my sleep is sound; I’m flying high, feet on the ground, so full of love, stuffed pound for pound because my Queen of Hearts was found. Her royal crown may not be seen by others but to me it beams with diamond shine and golden gleams so great it wakes up any dream.

A steady stream of tears once flowed, down past my lips and through my throat and carried anger in a boat the size of which I can’t denote. But anger finally turned to glee, the day she came and rescued me from burning fires and tired pleas with existential entity.

Believe me, it is you I need, I hunger for the food you feed, I thunder for the lightning speed of life you spark into my creed. I need you more than splints need sprains, I need you more than tracks need trains, I need your picture for my frame; I need you more than ever, Brain.

Written by Tyler Wagner

Sky Fighter

In every city, every state, in every country you'll find hate, in every playground, every park, you'll see someone who leaves a mark of ignorance instead of bliss, of elegance that's gone remiss, of negligence to people's hearts, of people bruising with their bark.

They deepen wounds instead of heal, they stand for hate instead of kneel; they pile on instead of peel away the layers of what’s real. They steal away your sense of self, they rob your rich and inner wealth; they sneak up on you with the stealth that leaves you with a weight of welts.

I know this world can get you down and day to day you go 12 rounds and give it all, your pound for pound, and still wind up knocked on the ground. Found TKO’d and told to quit, just give it up, you’re not legit, got no saliva, you can’t spit, just toilet plunge away like shit.

You fit the image, stay in place, don’t break the mold, don’t own your space, don’t stand up tall, don’t speak up loud, don’t take it all, don’t disembowel yourself to become something grand, instead you stay in Munchkin land and watch the so-called “wizards” speak of lollipops and candy sweet.

They feed you just enough to keep your hunger satisfied with meek and week to week you become weak with all the strength life can deplete. But how bout this, just break away, rewrite your story here today, relay to all the nay’s that say you’re not enough, I’m walking-jay.

Just cross onto the other side, don’t look ahead or side to side, just free yourself and mind your mind and let your heart release the bind that’s blinded you and made your vision blurry with that indecision, shortcut through the long division; feel that healing make incisions.

Don’t pigeon foot, stomp on this piece, best live your life before decease, just strip the strife and light up trees and blow away your enemies. I’m freeing clear up into space, my spaceship’s racing at a pace that you won’t catch, don’t even try, my flights about to fight the sky.


Written by Tyler Wagner

Tyler's Take

Quite often, people who desperately need a vacation tend to take the most power trips.

Written by Tyler Wagner