Vegetarian Zombie - A Halloween Poem

You say What?

There, following you

so close behind.

Moaning his grief,

the torture

of his mind.

His arms

reaching out,

grabs

like its mine.

Stiff

he waddles,

each step

a Frankenstein's.

He was born

on the hollows,

of all

weens night.

Just ate

the candy,

diluting

his thoughts

of foresight.

Ragged complexion,

blackness of skin.

A mouth

drools open,

for the sweetness

within.

Sweetness

the parasite,

was his

constant friend.

A Mother's

warning,

never heeded

in the end.

Now hide

if you can,

from his

constant pursuit.

Learn he has,

the value

of your vegetables

and fruit.

He raids

your gardens,

at night

he does.

Eating

your veggies,

the rightful

healthier

buzz.

No longer

the monster,

once sickened

by sweets.

Invigorating

lifestyle,

is his new bag

of treats.

The Vegetarian Zombie,

is what he likes

to be known.

But still

he will bite you,

so he won't

eat alone!

This is Jim (Edgar Allan Poe) Hauenstein,

And tell your little kids this Poem after they dress up for

"Trick or Treat."

Maybe then they'll brush their teeth!

That's my Poem and I'm sticking to it!

Like what you read, or does it frighten you to where you shatter your teeth!

Leave a Comment and Boris Karloff might answer you in a Post!

Thanks for being Scared to Death!

I've Been Thinking, And Does It Hurt!

Lately,
I have been thinking about what a friend of mine said,
who wrote to me in an email,
and what an annotator said,
who wrote anonymously on this
Blog.

Both are on the opposite side of the scale,
as far as their
Political Leanings
are concerned.
But both criticized me.

My friend criticized me for being too
Left-Wing,
that I was angry at the
World
for some reason,
and why couldn't I let things be as they are
and write about,
"The birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees?"

Anonymous wrote,

"Are you now a communist sympathizer, or friends of ISIS. Unfortunate things happen, there were reasons why Richard Jewel was accused, he perpetuated the situation. The Government sucks and it's all the republicans fault, the liberals are great."

First,
like most
Americans
who don't follow through on stories after the sensational
"Headlines"
have broken,
Anonymous
does not have his facts right on the
"Unsung Hero,"
Richard Jewell.

Richard Jewell made the mistake of finding the pipe bomb 9 minutes before Eric Robert Rudolph called 9-1-1 to deliver his warning of a bomb.

The FBI couldn't imagine someone lucky enough, of finding the bomb
and saving countless lives,
without prior knowledge of the bomb existing.

The U.S. Attorney General at the time,
Janet Reno,
publicly apologized to Mr. Jewell saying,

"I'm very sorry it happened. I think we owe him an apology. I regret the leak."

I believe
Richard Jewell
was a Hero.

That is why I defend him so.

Now,
since the person who signed his
or her comments
"Anonymously,"
I'm not smart enough to tell if it is sarcasm
or if they are being serious.

If I knew the name of the person,
I would know by their personality.

Unless,
of course,
I never met the person.

Why do I bring these two people up in this
Post?

My friend,
the e-mailer,
and
Anonymous,
the annotator?

They both bring up a good point about my
Political Views.

"I'm right and the rest of you are wrong!"

(Just kidding.)

These views I write are my personal views.

Take them
or leave them,
but have an opinion on the subjects I write about.

I am very opinionated,
politically minded,
believe I'm funny at times,
and love to inform people about new technologies that are on the horizon.

And,
since my kids are at the age,
teenagers
and above,
where they prefer to listen to music,
play on their game consoles,
read a book,
be with their own families
and friends,
or do whatever my children do on their cell phones,
rather than listen to me rant
and rave about this
and that,
my only outlet is to put my genius out here on my
Blog
for the
World
to see.

My original intent of this
Blog
was to write
Short Stories
and
Poetry.

To put it out there for any reader to enjoy
and comment on.

Also,
to help me write a story called
"The Experiment,"
under the heading
"Short Stories & Flash Fiction."

Since I started this
Blog
on
December of 2012,
I've had followers sign up,
readers commenting,
and a number of people viewing it until April of this year when I started voicing my opinions on Politics, Technologies, and stupid, useless groups like ISIS who behead children.

My following has since tripled, I get comments on subjects twice a week, and I've had people viewing my Blog from other countries besides the United States.

I am going to start putting more stories and poems out there for you to read though.

And I invite anyone willing to give it a shot, help me write the story, "The Experiment."

But if I am beginning to write just about the "Birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees," shoot me please!

Because I just became boring.

And if I'm boring, then my imagination is gone.

I won't be able to write Novels, Novellas, Novelettes, Poetry, or Flash Fiction any longer without my imagination.

Without it, life would be very boring indeed.
Because of my imagination, for me personally, it is better than any TV show, movie, book, console game, phone app, or music written today.

I still write music, started writing stories, been a computer geek for a job I once had, been a gray hat hacker, I'm writing two plays with an app on my tablet, read every day, and am looking forward to future technologies and what they will bring!

Now if we could only get rid of the "Patriot Act and the NSA," life in the future would be bliss!

This is,
The Over Opinionated
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else’s mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.”
- E.A. Bucchianeri -

This is my story and I'm sticking to it!

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This Curse - By Alan Hauenstein

I run to the closet,

hoping to find security.

I push thru the crowd,

not wanting to stand in line.

Looking into the mirror,

I see what is standing there.

Cold icicles for a frosty spine.

A blanketed expression,

covered with just a stare.

Cheerless eyes,

look back into mine.

They say something,

I cannot perceive the line.

Why why, why?

Random impressions,

run thru my mind.

An impression,

forms on your mind.

Transfusion to confusion.

My mind,

is in a cloud.

When the smoke does clear,

will I understand this life?

For what is,

this life?

If not to try to clear the smoke,

depression from your mind.

The poem's a joke,

it does have few rhythms!

This is Jim Hauenstein,

And my brother's poem was used as a song in the late 1980's by the band:
Two Buck Howie With The Exact Change.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

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Thanks for reading.

The Vortex - A Flash Fiction Story

The Vortex

by Jim Hauenstein

Hearing Margarette scream,

Kenneth Lawenski jumps off the leisure chair he was plastered to and begins heading towards the bathroom door.

Before his wife's terrifying cries pierced the warm, humid Florida air, he is fixated, in a trance, about War.

He's back in a firefight.

Back in the jungles of Vietnam.

The flashback is triggered by an explosion which sees half of Kenneth and Margarette's home disappear.

Kenneth at first doesn't realize what is happening.

The explosion sent his mind reeling back to the Quang Nam Province,
specifically the city of Da Nang, Vietnam.

It was less than two months prior,

in October of Nineteen-Sixty-Five.

Ken was living in a hooch, or Quonset hut with his pregnant Vietnamese, sometimes housekeeper, sometimes girlfriend.

Fighting the Viet Cong and his demons.

He's wondering how the Marine Corp
could have dropped him off,
on November 2^nd.

In a San Francisco Airport.

When only three days before he was in a firefight,
late at night, against a bunch of rabid Viet Cong, with an M14 rifle.

Nothing made sense anymore.

At home, or in his mind.

He was called a murderer.

A killer of babies.

Long haired freaky people, complete strangers, wearing army uniforms with sewn on flowers, and words like love and peace,

would come up to him, telling him, “Peace Man,” while holding up the World War Two Victory Sign with their fingers.

He wanted to break those fingers.

The American People were disgusted with drafted Soldiers like him who were just doing their jobs.

Disgusted with the United States Armed Forces for fighting a war where clearly the objective was not to win,

but to perpetuate War for the sake of Big Business.

He thought about Nguyet.

The girl he left behind.

Someone who obviously cared for him.

She would be having his child soon.

Before being discharged,

he went to the Navy's JAG unit where he knew a guy and had his Will made out so Nguyet and their child would receive his Pension and Life Insurance Policy if by chance he never made it out of there alive.

Even now, being back in the States, he made sure it was iron clad, where those two would benefit from his death, and not his wife of seven years.

He was sure he loved Margarette, or at one time had loved her.

But how could she know what it is like living in constant denial of your own mortality.

With all the death that surrounds a person in the jungles of Vietnam.

  Margarette's cries finally breaks his reverie.

Kenneth is on his feet, gripping the bathroom door handle, as the wood around it disintegrates.

Before his eyes, standing on what was once his hallway,

looking down, he sees a whirlpool of mud and water.

His wife, sits in their bathtub, as it goes around and around.

Margarette can't stop screaming, while holding onto the sides of the tub, circling, falling deeper into the vortex of a sink hole.

Ken isn't panicking.
What is death to him.

For the last two years in Vietnam, death was a constant companion.

It was the only friend that had made it home with him.

At first, he thinks there is nothing he can do for Margarette.

But the panic she is experiencing brings back that old flame into his heart.

He can't let her die alone.

He couldn't let her die alone.

The next time the porcelain makeshift boat floats by, Kenneth jumps into it, immediately grabbing his wife, yelling, “Kiss me. Kiss me now!”

He pulls her face to his, pressing their lips together, forcing Margarette to stop her piercing cries.

Holding each other, like the young lovers they once were.

Both, close their eyes.

Tears run down Kenneth's face for the first time in years.
He is finally feeling something inside his heart.

An emotion he hasn't felt since before Vietnam.

This is Jim Hauenstein,

And,

That's my newest Flash Fiction Story and I'm sticking to it!

Like what you read, or don't like what you see, leave a comment and I'll answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.

I Get My Ideas From Dreams

Everything in my life was going good for me right now.

All of my family members are happy,

I'm receiving adulation from my loyal followers,

and I'm getting

World Wide Views

of my

Blog!

*****

"I want to thank the Academy for honoring me with this Lifetime Oscar Achievement Award."

Wait,
what?

Was I dreaming again?

Man,
it was a good dream too!

Did you ever have one of those moments,
where you are half asleep
and half awake,
and you can't tell if your dream is reality,
or if reality is your dream?

Then you wake up,
finding out that the dream you were having was so real,
so vivid,
that it even had your emotions reeling?

And all you can think about is trying to get back to sleep so you can experience that life you were having in your dream?

Have you?

I've had several in my lifetime,
where I can remember the feelings that were stirred up inside of me,
but I don't necessarily remember the actual dream.

I suppose in
Psychology,
I would be considered someone who was trying to escape my realty,
for a fantasy.

Hogwash.

Most of the time,
I'm a realist.

Those old
Souls
who believe in
Reincarnation
probably think I'm seeing one of my past lives in my dream.

Dream on.
It's just a story idea,
playing out in my head.

I wish I new one of those
Wicca People.

I like to hear what they have to say,
about me wanting to stay inside a good dream.

But alas,
what I hear is they pretty much stay to themselves.

Except for maybe one
or two people in any
Religious Group,
who will teach you their
Holy Ways
for a
Buck! ($)

The one part of my mélange dream that I want to point out that is real, is the fact that "I'm getting World wide views of my Blog."

So instead of thanking the Academy, I want to thank:

Canada - 1 Page View

United Arab Emirates - 2 Page Views

Malaysia - 3 Page Views

Kuwait - 6 Page Views

Belarus - 10 Page Views

Ireland - 21 Page Views

India - 24 Page Views

South Korea - 26 Page Views

United Kingdom - 32 Page Views

Ukraine - 34 Page Views

France - 37 Page Views

Poland - 44 Page Views

Russia - 69 Page Views

Germany - 78 Page Views

And, as of today, drum roll please

The United States of America - 3318 Page Views!

Thank you World.

This is,
Jim Hauenstein,

And did you notice that none of my relatives, from the Philippines, have viewed my Blog? Not one Filipino view!

Now that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

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sign up as a Follower, leave a Comment,
and I'll answer you in a Post.

Thanks for reading.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I was supposed to be on a little vacation this week up at
Big Bear, California.

That is why I said I'll be out of the office for a while on my previous
Post.

I was going to visit my friend
Bob
and his wife
Tamera.

They have a cabin up there.

Well,
of course,
problems arose.

First,
a 20,000-acre brush wildfire started heading towards the town of Big Bear.

Second,
my friend hurt his ankle,
where he had to go to the
Doctor
and have it checked out.

While there,
he asked the attending
Nurse,
who works for one of the
Air Quality Index Companies
on the side,
if it was a good idea for an asthmatic to come up to
Big Bear
right now.

She emphatically said no.

I'm the asthmatic.

So,
instead of enjoying the normally good clean mountain air,
or sipping on cold glasses of
Gin & Tonics,
and just overall relaxing from the grind of keeping my
Blog
updated,
I'm at home on the couch playing pin-ball on my
Xbox One.

I have four different tables I can choose from on my pinball game.

My goal is to reach 100,000,000 points
or more on each table.

I've already reached 100,000,000 points on two out of four games so far.
Now I'm working on my third.

I was at 93,000,000 points on
"The Walking Dead"
game
and confidently heading towards my goal,
when my
Grandson
decided he was bored.

Not only did he stand in front of me,
blocking my view of the big screen TV,
but he also had one of those rubber darts where,
if you lick it,
it will stick to a window
or other smooth surfaces.

Well,
he licked it.

Then he threw it
and it stuck on my forehead.
You never heard such laughter.

Thinking I would still be able to save my game if he would just get out of the way in time,
my hands never left the controller.

So there I was,
with a plastic dart stuck to my head,
when he moved.
Screaming,
I witnessed my last ball go past my flailing flippers into the center hole.

End of game.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is,
It Is Always An Adventure With My Grandson,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“That's when I gave up pinball.”
- Haruki Murakami, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Out Of The Office For A Few Days

Happy Days Are Here Again!

On
Father's Day
I sent out an email to everyone in my address book,
except for those good people who already follow me
"Religiously,"
with a hyper link to this
Blog.

I did get a couple of nice responses.

Thank you Jeff,
Todd,
Al,
and Anonymous.

But,
one of my nice respondents questions why I'm mad at the World.
I'll quote here,
"Why don’t you write about the birds and the bees,
the flowers,
and the trees sometime."

I guess he doesn't follow my Blog on a
daily,
weekly,
or even a
monthly basis.

Or he would have seen my Post,
"True Art In Nature."

So you don't have to go to the trouble of looking it up,
it's a picture of a Tree.

He goes on to say,
those are my left-wing views
(Left-wing politics are political positions or activities that accept or support social equality, often in opposition to social hierarchy and social inequality.),
and he asks if I blaming the Conservatives
 (Conservatism as a political and social philosophy,
it promotes traditional social institutions,
seeking to preserve things as they are,
opposing modernism and
"A return to the way things were."),
wondering why any lefties get the right to vote!

Thanks buddy.

I guess I am Left-Wing
and as long as there are Conservative Junkies out there like you,
my fight for equality among all ethnic groups
and social classes will never end!

Thanks for the motivation.

Don't take it wrong.

You'll always be my friend.

But having a different view than mine,
is what makes this Country so great.

This is Jim Left-Wing Hauenstein,

And,

I'm buying a new flag for the Fourth of July,

So that's my story today and I'm sticking to it!

Like what you read, or don't like what you see,
sign up as a Follower, leave a Comment,
and I'll answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
 

Like my friend,
you can also email me if you want at
2buckhowie@gmail.com

Happy Pop Day Dad

Happy Father's Day Dad.

I had to say it the proper way because this is my Dad's sixty-first Father's Day.

And I'm not even 60 years old yet!

I guess I have to count my older brother Al in the equation.

Then that would explain why it's his sixty-first.

My older brother,
I consider him the lucky one in the family.

While I inherited all the good looks from both my Mom & Dad,
Al got all the good qualities from my Parents.

Like common sense,
intelligence,
good reading habits,
and all around a great guy to be around.

Someone a girl would love to take home to her Mother.

He was the cutest little baby boy too!
But unfortunately,
he inherited my Dad's German Schnoz!

Here,
let me show you his 1954 baby picture when he was just one year old.

 

Wasn't he adorable?

I also have a picture of him with his two oldest children.

It's a lousy picture of Al,
because he bent down for the picture,
showing us his good side.

I guess he inherited being stubborn too!

I want to say Happy Father's Day to my brother Al also,

Happy Papa's Day Al.

This is Jim Hauenstein,

And,

Don't you think, Jerry, Mary Ellen, Bob, and Beverly, that you are immune to my lively fun banter here on my Blog.

I have plenty of stories about you four coming in future episodes!
Sheila is a Saint, so don't expect any ridicule here!

That's my story on this wonderful Father's day, and I'm sticking to it!

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and I'll answer you on a Post.

Thanks for reading. 

The Darknet

I want to inform you about
The Darknet,
before the
NSA
busts down my door.
This
Post
is for a couple of friends of mine who always want to stay under the
"Grid."

All major
Internet Security Companies
and
Governments,
from around the
World,
will have you believe that the only reason for the
"Darknet"
existing,
is for criminal activity.

Wrong.

In reality,
it is one of the safest ways to communicate to one individual
or corporation when both parties want want to stay under the radar,
World Wide.
There is
Criminal Activity
on the
Darknet,
don't get me wrong,
but it is monitored daily,
 just like the internet you use everyday.

I am not going into detail,
on how to do it,
or why that is so.

If you can't find out on how to do it yourself,
you are not a cyberpunk,
or even a geek.

So you don't understand this
World
anyways.

I have some friends who the average person would consider,
paranoid of our
Federal Government.

Lets look at some examples of our
Government,
on all levels,
doing things wrong.
Maybe that is why some people are feeling a little paranoid.

The Patriot Act.

A couple years back,
Edward Snowden's
revealed that the
NSA
is spying on its
Citizens,
which used to be illegal.
But,
because of 
The Patriot Act,
there are loopholes.
Any phone call,
email,
text,
snail mail,
purchases,
or internet browsing,
coming into,
or going out of the
United States,
gives the
NSA
the
Right
to monitor
All Your Activity For Something Suspicious!
 Which person alive,
in the
U.S.
hasn't done at least one of those six items I've mentioned!
Then,
with the
NSA's
persistence of freezing someone's assets,
detaining
U.S. Citizens
longer than 72 hours without accusing them of a crime,
and their overall disrupting of a person's personal life,
where they can lose their job,
and lose their family before being cleared of all suspicion,
why shouldn't it be considered
Treason By Our Government,
 against the
American Public?

It is corruption
and it can happen to any individual
or
Government Agency
with a lot of power,
when there are no
Checks & Balances
to keep them in line.

Remember
Richard Jewel?

A bomb went off in
July, of 1996
in
Atlanta's Centennial Olympic Park,
killing one person
and injuring 111 others.

It could have been a lot worst if it weren't for
Mister Jewell.

He spotted the bomb when he was working security in the park.
He alerted the police right away
and helped them clear most of the people out of the area before it went off.

Then the
FBI,
Local Police,
and the
Media,
all branded him as the bomber.

Ruining his life.

He lost his job
and his family.

Spent most of the next few years,
branded as a
Terrorist.

Even though he was eventually cleared of any crime.

He was falsely accused because they couldn't find a suspect at first.

Eric Robert Rudolph
was able to set off three more pipe bombs,
on different occasions,
before he was identified as the real
Olympic bomber.

You want more?

Read your History books about the demagogic,
Joseph McCarthy.

As usual,
I could ramble on
and on about this subject.

But I want to point out,
I do not believe for one instance,
that the
U.S. Government,
of this
Great Country
of ours,
as a whole,
is corrupt
or evil.

It is individuals inside the
Government
who believe they have the right to manipulate circumstances,
believing they are changing the course of
History,
to what they believe,
is the right course.

Remember the treasonous
Lieutenant Colonel Oliver Laurence North?
(Iran-Contra Affair)

Today,
the media makes him look like a
Hero!

He is a criminal who had friends in
"High Places"
who bailed him out of trouble.

With no
Checks & Balances,
"Power Corrupts."

And some people are more worried then others about our Government's
corruption.

They want to stay under the
Government's Eye.

One way to do that is,
The Darknet!

This is,
The One Time Grey Hat Hacker,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.”
- John Green -  

In a future
Post,
I will explain the difference between a
Black,
Gray,
and
White Hat Hacker.

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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because the NSA is busting down my door as I write this..........................................................................