Word Painter

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2016

Word Painter

As we make our way through time, time as we know it. All of us seeking some form or avenue of personal purpose, a reasoning of our connection to validation as a mortal being, our consciousness of thought.

Be thankful for the diversity, the sense of our own beauty as the receptor of a spiritual wavelength...not forever, but tuned in to for the period you connect with it. Remember, it may be original, a continuance from another who has passed, or just an attempt by the spiritual world to get those accomplishments completed with your understanding and participation! Yes, you "do" matter, you can make a difference!

Remember, that with every race, creed, and color, we are the end result of civilizations who visited here millions of years ago. We are the human results of much alien experimentation. Say what you will, but there are only a few of us out of the masses who can truly explain this in a realistic context. Governments don't explain past politics of planetary grievances, and churches do little more than show the efforts of people who took it upon themselves to explain ourselves.

Long before Aristotle and Plato, back in the first occupation of the five civilizations we've been able to verify, that we know about...perhaps the written word was in Latin. Creative languages, some even subliminal have come and gone, amazed and perplexed with subjugation, new words, phrases, and meanings were created as we sought focus and expansion. Limitation was not even considered, as even today, a fad phrase or word pairing seems to come to fruition as a daily ritual.

As a writer, I can entertain and titillate with a certain pattern of nuance, outline a situation, formulate something completely out of thin air...I make it believable, it's what I do. The sequence of my words, the complexity, my admission to expand upon personalities to the point where one believes they actually exist, like literary prose, ideas you never considered prior to my efforts. It's challenging and rewarding...I like what I do!

It can be sometimes complicated, but the structure and efforts put forth to craft together an original story line, like a scribe putting together a reboot of past events, based on "like" or "same" thoughts. Like the Hopi and The Charmain, all the past tribes who worshipped the stars, those who knew of the past atrocities of past conflicts, as their souls have long sense past to the light, this here is your moment to make a difference, let's not hear of your excuses, time is of essence!

The painter of words, the open call to all that feel that inner urge to make impressions to the curious reader who quenches a different perspective, craving a reasoning for such thought, like biblical interpretations, we all in one way or another crave commonality and substance! The reasoning's are endless, but only through efforts made by the wordsmith will we ever be closer to the truth of our existence, out Karma being subjugated by the simple daring to explain one's perspective, even if it's just complete fantasy! Carefully crafted words and phrases make for situations that for all intents and purposes, must be real...I fool myself sometimes...

Like you, we are mortal as humans, despite our origins, immortal as spirits, the continuance of thoughts, our influence on those around us, as in spirit form we will inhabit the universe forever in some form or the other.

Hopefully, as the painter of words, long after I'm gone, I can inspire the gifted young minds to follow my inspiration, and develop their own leads. In all it's diverse complexity, my goal is to explain our existence...just a little bit closer to explaining why are here to start with!

                                                                                                                          Kirk Carter

                                                                                                                          Burbank, Ca.

The Original Laptop

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

The Original Laptop

The other day, working on a rhyme;

A guy walked up, asking for a dime.

I asked for the reason, not trying to be out of season;

He responded, "My Laptop flopped, the Hard Drive stopped,

And he was in the middle of a thought, then everything dropped!"

He wanted to call the Tech and raise some heck;

Thirty-Five cents for the call, a dime short...that's all!

I smiled and said, "Your laptop's dead, my notebook is just fine...

It doesn't need a charge or solar sunshine."

Pointing out that origination, is "your" creation,

Your challenge as the Guardian's speak;

You do as your told, as you craft the mold,

It's your gift as a writer, so to speak.

He ranted about programs and formats, the "Where do I begins?",

And I wanted to slap his face;

I said, "Shut up and listen", while his brow was all a glisten,

"Why be a writer in the first place?"

Looked like he was going to cry, with a selfish sigh, but settled down to consider my dare;

"You mean I can accomplish my write, without technical blight, without procedural firmware?"

I chuckled, "Yes, it's a notebook, just paper with lines,

The great writer's use it, the best of the minds...

Give it a try, batteries never die, and the only thing to remember",

As I gave him a wink, "Before you fill the pages, make sure you have enough ink!"

So, he shook my hand, seemed to like my plan, and said he would give it a go;

"Hope to see you soon in Movie Land, in Print, a Mag, or Show!"

As he walked away, kind of making my day, like some kind of Writer's Cop;

I smiled, looking down at my scripted compound, the trusty original Laptop!

                                                                                                                   Kirk Carter

Sorry tree lover's, but I need to refill my laptop...I have scripts to write...praise the lumberjack!

James Garner In The House

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

JAMES GARNER IN THE HOUSE

Between Maverick and the Rockford Files, James did movies...movies by the miles.

Never obtaining maximum wealth, after all James just played himself!

I miss you Mister Garner, as a knock comes to my door;

A call to be a Guardian Angel, to me?

I almost hit the floor...

Before you get the conclusion, that I already had the illusion,

I had not heard he died;

On my birthday, a sudden feeling of invasion to my limited vacation, I stopped and almost cried.

One of my Heroes, among'st the Zero's, who did rereads,

now let's take twenty-seven...

As the clapper claps, on the Producer's maps,

You know James went to Heaven!

So, thank you James, for not giving shame, to the beautiful man...a great entertainer in movie land.

Your were a person of glee, that we all wanted to see;

Many pleasant moments, most entertaining TV!

But, now in spirit, you give me the honor;

He's in the house now, the Angel James Garner!

Very cool, I must be doing something right (cue up: Rockford File theme music please!)

                                                                                                          Kirk Carter

                                                                                                          Burbank, Ca.

Tramp Stamp

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Tramp Stamp

It's probably no surprise that Michelle and me have a pretty open relationship. I like her as my woman, Michelle like the same, where as yours truly is allowed to once in awhile...take part. I'm not complaining...she's full of surprises and my only function seems to be playing the part of the dude in the picture...and for all of you guys reading this, I do my best to keep up, to take one on for the menfolk, to make you proud...what a life!

So, she brings home a co-worker and we introduce. I go about my business while Michelle does hers...that is exploring her co-worker...I'm not a voyeur here, I've been there, I know what women, well certain women anyway, experience with each other. I just give them their privacy, they deserve their moments...they are the dominate sex. One must respect the obvious!

Michelle already knows in her heart that I may be smarter than she can ever hope to be...I will always be there to worship her. I am her manhood putty, what would you like to mold me into?

I'm cool with that!

Although my 420 moments have long disappeared (due to contractual obligations), the girls enjoy the substance while I relegate some Grey Goose over some rare, limited ice cubes that were transported over open aqueducts (to intensify the flavor?) from my old stomping grounds around Lake Mead. The ice breaks down quickly with loud crackling sounds as the grape based French vodka meets it's challenge. I smile as Michelle has summoned me in, finally introducing me to her co-worker...this beautiful form of female perfection! I am finally allowed into her house of worship, it's a special moment for me, as I know that I'm about to experience almost every guy's hidden fantasy. Only difference is...I actually do!  

At this point, I will be like one of my mentors Alfred Hitchcock and just let you use your imagination...however, please hurry with your fantasy thinking, as we all have other things to do before the sun sets today! 

So, unless your a Jehovah's Witness, a 7th Day Adventist, or have just reread the Book of Mormon (really again?), then at some point you reach that must sought after no-man's land. The reason I've always tried not to do things that would send me to prison, was so I'd never have to face some guy named "Big Jake" or something...having his way with me! It's completely off limits. Fortunately, Michelle totally understands and has never tried to prod me with any false image of my manhood. Gee, thanks Michelle for not sodomizing me...really appreciate that!

However, her friend, this co-worker lovely...is saying, "Hey, I'm game, I'm open season...explore me!" I ask you my reader friends, what would you do? And so, with Credence Clearwater  vibrating "Bad Moon Rising" over my Visio 7.1 system to the point where I thought the speakers were going to vibrate the screws out of the freaking walls, as the girls had graciously encouraged me to get to this point of arousal, that it was now time for purpose, for function...basically do my duty of why I was there to start with...

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(Disclaimer Moment)

Before you start pointing fingers at me, making your assumptions, do you really think that Larry David and Seinfeld's dry Jewish humor was funny? It was...right? As they laughed their way all the way to the bank with over a billion dollars writing basically crap about nothing? Steve Caroll and Jude Apatow for that piece of shit the "40 Year Old Virgin"? (Jude already knows how much I hated the way he ended the movie, and I've never really liked him too much to begin with!) These guys have to write fart and butt jokes just to give Woody Harrelson something to do. Like most of my Jewish friends (which I pick on, but truly Love), they are just wanna-be's...they write about stuff that never really happens...they just aren't positioned for the real experience, sorry guys.

And finally, my 83 year old Jewish agent/ attorney is constantly screaming at me for being a long-haired Polish Episcopalian who seems soft and apologetic about making risque statements about situations of the bizarre. Quite frankly, situational comedy or dramatic avenues we investigate on the human condition just blows my freaking mind...a lot! She simply tells me, "Kirk, nobody cares about your guilt trip...just entertain the masses...I'm sure their open-minded to your perverted sickness anyway...I know I am!" Thanks for the thumbs up Barb...now back to the show! 

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So, with all that being said, I was before...I mean behind the eager co-worker, and as I stare down to the area of her lower back, right above her buttocks, I see this huge Butterfly with fabricated legs wearing high-heels riding a motorcycle with a caption that read, "Harley Girl". I stopped, everything went limp, and I went into discussion, leaving the girls confused as to why I couldn't go any further. Both girls, now staring at me, I explained that marks like that were against my religion, my upbringing, my culture. They both start cracking up, laughing their asses off..."Really, really Kirk, it's just a fucking Tramp Stamp, get over it!"

I reminded Michelle that she was Tat-less, so she needed to exclude herself from any form of comparative analysis. I simply said, "If your from the military, maybe part of a gang, possessed by a situation or special moment, why not? But, all in all, marking your body, showing your allegiance for a particular moment, really?...It's all voluntary, are we making a social statement here, no it's a fad, a gimmick of commerce, which exploits people's body's like a common billboard...we are special and unique human beings, and to just go and sell ourselves out for some singular moment of passion, just cheapens your self image, of those around you...that moment passes, but the tat stays, constantly there, reminding you of a time that you may wish to forget, and as time moves on, trying to explain it's origins to strangers and new acquaintances...and now either that or removal at great expense...all of this based on some convoluted form form of slave worship, marks of possession...like studs and nose rings...this is the way owners marked their human possessions, like livestock...it's the way they marked their submissive's with brands and tats, and even jewelry itself only came into fashion as chattel insuring worth for a proper burial...the Jews were marked for proper indexing and verification right before most faced the ovens and disposed of...and even in the Bible and the Koran, there seems to be a sin implied when one marks their body with intent!"

The co-worker, now silent...almost tearing up...promising me that she was going to have it removed. I told her that it wasn't necessary, that what is done is done, and not to take it personally...it was her body, don't listen to my opinion...it's just a personal thing with me, didn't mean to be offensive here. After all, it did what it was suppose to do...we all know that at one time at least...you were...a Harley Girl!

She laughed, Michelle laughed, I did a couple of shots of the Goose and proceeded to seal the deal...after all, even I can over look a clerical error!

The next day, as Michelle and me shared a hammock on the beach in Oxnard, feet intertwined, watching the sun go down, enjoying a couple of snifters of Port, she said, "You embarrass me your your ethics sometimes, but I wouldn't have you any other way!" I smiled back as we tapped our glasses, "Hey, how about (Always For Kirk) for your Tramp Stamp and I'll do a (Michelle Forever) on my forearm?" Michelle smiled, "Temporary Ink?" 

"Of course", I said..."You just never know when I might start drifting on you...having to explain who that Michelle was all about?"

Michelle looked back, leaning over and kissing my cheek, "Kirk, they wouldn't believe you anyway, sounds too made up!" 

I coined back, "I think that tattoo parlor down the beach is open till 8...we can still make it if we hurry!"

Michelle laughed, "Shut up and drink your wine...I'll brand your ass, you whackadoo!"

Under breath I replied, "Promise?"

(Scene Close)

Passion Of Freedom

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Passion Of Freedom

Fourth Of July

(The Vision)


We've had enough of King George they said;
If you tax us anymore, we'd be better off dead!

So, the clergymen, scholars, and farmer's too;
Surrounding the table, discussing what to do.

For this new found land, untamed, unplanned;
Was goal for these dreamers, no reprimand.

Than to become it's leaders, it's thinkers, they dare;
To free up the common folk, to show they care.

And up into battle, there were quite a few;
Take on the British, until they were through.

Seek out policy, with clause and reason;
Try to get it done before the wintry season.

And like most ideas, it almost failed;
Leaders couldn't agree, as all their hands flailed.

But, eventually God's wisdom soon caught on;
And we were all soon singing the Patriot song!

America was born, with order and pride;
From the blood and the guts, of all that died.

So, remember the origins, as you see the flag fly
It's the reason for the glory on this Fourth Of July!

Stay Proud...

                                                                                         Kirk Carter

White Man's Rap

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

White Man's Rap

On the streets of New Orleans, be-bopping along...holding boombox, discoing my song...with the bell-bottom jeans and high heeled shoes...had a stoner's buzz, not feeling the blues.

Those were the times, the rhymes, buying dimes, doing the lines. 

Cause it was all about this and that, getting in the groove, I be the Cat;

Out of line with me, you get a cap, cause you don't be a messin with the White Man's Rap!

And times in the day, get my pay, in my 59 Chevrolet...and the Mombo Wagon swang with it's big rear wangs, it was everything, made me wanna sing...just like that!

So we be talking about this and that, times be good, my wallet be full;

did me some learning, did me some school...burning up the bitches, was so damn cool!

But times were a changing, rearranging, now the Panthers rule...wanna duel?

But here we go talking about this and that, still doing good business, with the White Man's Rap!

So do your schooling, no fooling, while your brain still works, don't end up like all them jerks;

And the color of your skin ain't got nothing to do, being successful or somebodies fool.

So when you hear the Rappers doing this and that...talking about the Booty Call, AK tat-tat...just remember a 420 moment ain't all that, cause you might end up sittin in the Coroner's vat!

So keep it tight, tonight don't fight, watch what you bite, in the middle of the night;

Cause people do you wrong, change your song, mess with your brain up like ping-pong...don't do it!

Interrogators asking, "Is this where you sat, when we caught you doing this and that...pissin and a hissin, cause your friend took the rap, the same one you be a calling that loosing sap?"

Just smile at the man, with the steel rubber band...just say, "Look, I ain't your Rook, I ain't no crook, nothing be took, just reading a book!", that's it now...

You must be teasin, bout my greasin...no reason at all to take a fall on your call;

So now I all good and clean, took off the peanut jean, not so mean.

And I see a reason for the season, a plan for this here man, to get in the book, hey everyone take a look...I'm somebody to see, I be truly free from all the bullshit coming down...that's not me!

So there you go, have your fun in the sun, without my gun, and don't forget to clap;

It's amusement worth abusing, it's just the White Man's Rap!

(Take It Down Now)

This is the biggest piece of shit I have ever enjoyed writing...it is so bad, I just had to share it!  Kirk Carter

                                                                                                                                                                         Burbank, Ca. 

The girls like the boom box...know what I mean?

Number Nine, Number Nine

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Number Nine, Number Nine

So, all the minimum wage earners are pulling in that big $9 dollars an hour now, huh?

(At least here in California) 

Well, I remember when it was $1.25 when I was coming up...how times have changed.

The president was shooting for $10.10 an hour, but currently the congress isn't budging...must be those pesky Republicans, spoiling the party for everyone...again!

In my opinion the minimum wage was nothing more than a 90 day paid internship back in the day. Now it is considered a living wage, a mainstay...you are advancing no more, this is where you will sit and stew...for the rest of your pathetic existence! 

Nobody seems to make any attempt to further one's education...I mean there are programs and opportunities for those that actually want to get off their butts and seek it out. But, what's the point...I'm making $9 dollars and hour now, I'll just wait and let the wages come up to me. Like government controlled rent and programs, it's all assumed, yet in reality...it's all out of control!

A payed 90 day internship, what's in it for me?

Well, that's about how long it takes for one to get the practical skills, learn the ropes about the position you were employed for to start with.

It's two-tiered, you get to scope out the Boss, the place you work, giving yourself a chance to improve your self-esteem by seeing if you actually have the self discipline to get up and make it to work each morning...consistently! 

And the Boss gets to see your job habits, work ethics, ability for stability, and weather you smell or not, here's some soap and water...prove to me that you know how to use it! The best parts about scoping each other out, is that your not wasting each other's time...don't want to miss that new show on tv now. It's like the whole mindset seems to be not to try "too" hard and wear yourself out. Just enough is good enough  for you...right? I know that this doesn't apply to everyone, but you get my point...it's a pretty high percentage of the participating workforce.

It should also be mentioned that the minimum wage is tied to Union contracts. Minimum wage goes up and the Union contracts are automatically adjusted, too!

The whole thing is inflationary either way! The whole scope of paying Peter to pay Paul, so Mary then has to come up with more coins to pay them both to even up the difference!

So, between the overdrawn pension funds, cost of living, and the out of control printing of U.S. notes continues to continue, we are spiraling ourselves out of control, to the point where a loaf of cheap bread will set you back 10 bucks or more...

It's all happening while you read this. So, buckle down and get prepared for the inevitable sticker shock, it's coming faster than you think!

Let's see...your making $9 bucks an hour...damn, your still a buck short on that loaf of                                                                             bread!

                                                                                                      Don't spend it all in one place!

                                                                                                                Kirk Carter/ Burbank, Ca.