A Poem That Sucks

To do all you should have when you could
To understand the misunderstood
To know that all was truly good
Laughing in the neighborhood
To harbor guilt and fear and hate
Three jobs you hate your always late
A stack of bills laid on your plate 
Maybe she'll pay for the date?
To be so broke but never broken
Truer words were never spoken
Hush old man it's not an omen
One door will close and one will open
To charge and race for cheers and gifts
So hard we  chase for years it lives
A sacrifice you have to give
In order to be positive
To know you never second guessed
To try your best and never rest
It's like your on an endless quest
But you've been here before

The Innards of thinking

Don't Ask

In the past year I have come a long way in some ways but in other areas (financial) I have very much remained the same. It is uncertain where the next step is. With no money and no paycheck in sight I sit and write and make certain that everything I do is for my self betterment. I can be the best if I try, I can do anything I want to. This is a testament to all those who don’t think that I have it in me. This is to all the stars out there who have accomplished so much already that there is no possible way I could dream of catching up. This is a message for anyone who desires to become something better than what they are. I will not rest until I have conquered all the fear and doubt the world has to offer.

Chicken soup and daiquiris for everyone captain, I expect its going to be a bumpy flight so please buckle yourselves in and don’t mention any of this to your parents when you arrive home later this evening to a darkened house with nobody home. Where did they go? You wonder making the climb up the stairs as an owl hoots alarmingly in the distance. Where are you from? What Government? What are you doing here?

 This is way way way outside your jurisdiction officer Rembrandt.

I have a fascination with old war time stories and novelty items. I don’t really understand the obsession but I suspect it has its roots in my childhood fondness of guns and artillery weapons. Strange I know but with whom the bell tolls may be he whom the ring is heard by. 

In the late hours of every night I go inside my closed bathroom and dance around in the dark. I do this because it is my intent to scare and or disturb one of my unsuspecting housemates upon entry to said bathroom. I can already tell that something magic is truly in the air because I am a writing machine right now. I feel like I’m back in school again. This is great the words just flowing out onto the page with a certain routine ability that impresses me whenever it reveals itself. I love the page and words equally but the real question is do I love the words written or spoken.?You must admit it is a tough question but if you look beyond the surface of the question you will see that I need to smoke some more weed. 

Dale Fanella Working For A Living

Contact me at your leisure if you ever need a actor, performer, emcee, writer, model. I  also excel at hauling kegs and brand ambassador work.

Homeless Traffic Director

 One day while walking down Armitage street near the Chicago Bagel Authority I saw a nice BMW SUV get into an accident with a standard yellow cab. The swanky SUV guy got out and looked at the damage to his car and started freaking out. The taxi driver just sat calmly in his cab as if not to notice the swanky guy screaming at his driver side window. It was funny that this guy was being so dramatic. In the meantime traffic has been building up the whole time both in front of and behind the SUV BMW and cab. This homeless guy who would always hang out among all the local eatery's, was sitting on a stoop at street level eating a sandwich and sunning himself when he noticed the many honks from the ever increasing traffic. I watched him stand up dust himself off and walk over to the street. I gasped as he raised one arm with an open palm as if to say "stop" and then waived his other hand as if to say "go." Signaling the cars on the opposite side to go through the only open lane. I kept laughing thinking that it was so funny that this guy felt like it was his job to direct traffic despite having no obligation to do so. Further more the people he was directing were actually complying and following his directions even though he had no real authority.  I must have laughed for a good ten or twenty minutes. It was actually kind of awesome. I wonder what happened when the cops came? What did they say to the SUV guy and the CAB guy and the NICE homeless man. The Homeless Traffic Director.