Twinmaster

A scriptment about a group of senior citizens who form a vigilante society to fight against corporate and political corruption in America.

To spotlight America's appallingly popular addictions to the great societal ills of pro sports and entertainment (and the idols they create) here's my list of the top 10 most useless trivial pursuits in America today.

His nickname is Shark. He's one of my students. Shark is short, small, and wiry, genetically engineered for the hard, quiet life of a peasant farmer or laborer.

What are the best dramatic movies of 2008? Which films are the most memorable and showcase the genre with the most realistic characters, settings, and life situations?

The John McCain/Sarah Palin republican ticket is an absolute joke and the embodiment of the sheer insanity of American politics. Here then is my Limerick ode to this ridiculous pair of political misfits.

Posting negative comments on Associated Content and other websites where earnest writers are allowed to share their views and perspectives is a game for losers.

Too many Americans are gas-guzzling goons who think oil is a plentiful commodity that is being unfairly controlled by the evil empires of the Middle East. These lead-footed fools have no idea why the price of gasoline is so high

A poem in three stanzas.

A poem for my mother.

I'm a big fan of Reverend Jeremiah Wright. The man makes me feel proud to be an American again. He also makes me feel ashamed of succumbing to the evils of white racialism. I'm ashamed of allowing my heart to turn black and foul like a dead thing rotting in the gutter.

A poem about two different ways to live our lives.

A poem about my quest to find the right road in my journey through life.

Imagination gallops; judgment merely walks - Proverb

The moment I saw his big, black, ugly mug I knew I was in trouble. He had that look of smoldering anger in his eyes; the dark, menacing look of a miscreant who'd slit your throat in a New York minute if you crossed him the wrong way.

A poem dedicated to the real hatemongers inspired by words of my own undoing.

A poem, perhaps a song, about the seclusion, confusion, illusion, and dellusion of the real America.

I like reading famous quotations from some of the great minds in human history. I love the wisdom and intelligence found in the famed quotes of renowned writers and philosophers who shared their wise and intelligent ideas with the world.

In the spirit of Mother's Day, a poem for our dying planet.

I don't hate America. I don't hate my fellow countrymen and women but I do feel angry and annoyed at them and wish I could knock some sense into their minds with my words. I wish my writing could make a difference in the world.

I'm sick of my country. I'm sick of the arrogance, ignorance, and overindulgence of the American people and I'm sick of the brainwashed Yankee Doodle dimwits who still think it's appropriate to wave the flag of patriotism in the faces of intelligent Americans...

I can talk to God. God wants me to tell everyone that He is not an invention in the mind of man. God wants me to let people know He is a true being. He also gently reminds me to use capital letters for any pronouns I use for Him. This makes Him very happy.

Welcome to the human race, population 6.6 billion-plus and rising exponentially on a fixed playing field of diminishing natural resources filled to capacity with cutthroat players and rabid fans from the modern and third world countries of the planet earth.

If you're a married man who's become a Walter Mitty in the romance department of your life, a man who gazes upon his wife and wonders with great curiosity why on earth he married her

The walls of your writer's workspace will be covered with prestigious content-producing awards from the biggest names in the cyber publishing world. You'll have more brainless and backward wannabe-writer types as friends and associates than you'll know what to do with.

I got my first job teaching English overseas at the end of a painful and pathetic period of my life as a drug-addicted degenerate barely surviving in Eugene, Oregon USA. I was 42 years old. My preferred pick-me-up at the time was methamphetamine

It's my first night on the island and I'm checking into the Expat Hotel, a nice little place tucked away at the end of one of many bar-filled alleys leading off the main roadway through town. Patong is a small town and I can walk from my hotel to the beach in 10 minutes.

I have a dirty little secret and it is time to spill the beans: I used to be a deadbeat dad. What is a deadbeat dad? According to dictionary.com a deadbeat dad is "a father who willfully defaults on his obligation to provide financial support for his offspring.

Of all the romantic songs from the 1990s, Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On," is as close to perfection as it gets. From the juggernaut movie "Titanic," it reigns without question as the top tune on my list.

A personal perspective on the great western sexpat, a misbehaving and at times misguided sex tourist often misjudged and misunderstood.