Miscellaneous – Writings of Michael Vincent Schwing (Tyrrannis I Saurranno) of Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

Baby Mikey Adventure-The Simba

Mikey: I have a Simba. Do you have a Simba?
Adult: No.
Mikey: Oh! You don’t HAVE a Simba! I have a Simba because I’m special! [pronounced speeessshhullll]
Adult: Yes, Mikey, you’re VERY special! [Laughing hysterically]
Mikey: I know. Wait! Why are you laughing?

Random thoughts while walking home from the bus stop-17 March 2016

Random thoughts in the 6 blocks from the bus stop to my apartment after riding bus home from the CoC (Continuum of Care) and breakout sessions today on Community Day:

I felt sorry for the couple who were the victims of a Random Act of Dog Identification by the man walking ahead of me down the sidewalk. The man swore (almost literally) that their dog had to be a specific breed (I couldn’t tell what he said) because of some head thing the dog had going on. The couple didn’t know how to react and acted pretty much by trying to ignore him, walk on, and give strange looks as if the man were, well, homeless. I found it all entertaining. Then passing the juniper bushes I took a berry to chew on, suck out the flavor and spit out the berry seed and remains thinking, “People actually pay $5 a bottle for these sour-after-a-moment berries to use in meats like sauerbraten when they can pick them for free off these bushes.”(which I have done). Continuing on, I almost ran into a short woman whom I didn’t see coming up behind me for I was too busy looking at the granite square brick things in front of the building that used to be a church. She was very polite though, “Excuse me, Sir”. Then still in my own world I realized soon enough to not be hit by a car that if the cars on the left have gone through the green light then just maybe the cars on the right will also be choosing to go through the green light at the same time! However, before noticing when I was trying to cross the street there was a car coming up on my right (I stopped halfway across the street–remaining safe) why was the man standing on the corner and not crossing when his path had the red light on his side. Continuing on. Oh, shiny. But nothing important just trash not the interesting rock I thought it was. Then realized I was passing the building next to the one I live in and thinking that if I were able to buy that building and turn it into a 24 hour My Place that would have all the services of a Horizon House and more things including TV, library and computer rooms, that they would have wasted a lot of money laying down that carpet before I buy it as I would have to rip up the carpet because the My Place clientele would have the carpet trashed, wet and a moldy health hazard in two weeks. Oh, I’m at my building now and no one standing out front trying to get in when they don’t live there. Now common sense (and I realize there’s nothing “common” anymore about common sense) would dictate if the person you are there to see is NOT answering the intercom then you have no business wandering around a locked security building on cameras without invite from your friend. I actually went out the back door the other day because some man was at the front door and knocking at me to let him in. He ran around to the back and yelled after me about how I went out the back door to avoid letting him in. I said, “Right. I’m not letting someone in I don’t know!” He said, “I respect that.” My brain is asking, but fortunately my Irish mouth didn’t repeat it, “Then why did you run around the back to confront me.” I don’t deal with stupid well.

Red-winged Blackbird

Poem started 9 Nov 2014, finished 4 Oct 2015.

Like the Crow I am black as night,
nothing but my epaulets are bright.
Red my epaulets are,
trimmed in gold like a general’s star.

Some farmers think I tell the other birds the corn is ripe,
but this is just some old wives’ tale tripe.
My wife is dressed in brown and olive drab.
Our food is seeds, frogs, snails, insects, and any grains we can grab.
My beak and legs are yellow you see.
I warn other birds with my male call ‘oakatee”.
If you trespass in my area, then “check” you’ll hear,
but “term-reee” is my normal cheer.

In a cattail marsh is where my nest is seen,
where my wife lays our eggs which are glossy pale blue-green,
with light purple or black spots at the large end which is keen.

I am the Agelaius phoeniceus, the Red-winged Blackbird.

Post I made 11 Jun 2014 to this video of the Davidson Street Camp Destruction: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyIzxSBh7kw

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7 people only were housed with ESG money. Three months later, money gone, back to the street. “Shelters” are NOT housing by any definition. This action was illegal and violated Federal Law from September 2012. The tents and other things should have been taken into storage, not thrown in a dumpster. The persons involved should have been able to retrieve their things within 90 days. Everyone who helped “dispose” of those things should be arrested and taken to Federal Court, have their assets frozen, sit in jail till they lose their jobs, then be released into the streets homeless. Then they can learn and understand.

“You Were Always a Real Son To Me”

“You Were Always A Real Son To Me”, copyright 20 Jan 2014
(About a certain Justin D. who knows who he is)

You were my mhic mo chroi [pronounced vick ma ch(ach sound)ree]

The “Son of My Heart” in Irish you be.

Ta mo anim istigh thu. [pronounced Ta manim ishtee hu]

In Irish, “My soul is within you.”

Go raibh maith agat [pronounced Gurra mah oggut]. Thank you.

You were always a real son to me.

I remember when you used to stay the night,

and you would go to bed without a fight.

And I would watch science fiction TV shows, right.

Like Star Trek, Stargate, and Earth: Final Conflict,

and you would complain they were not cartoons.

Now who else besides me likes science fiction?

You were always a real son to me.

I always enjoyed spending time with you,

going to church, McDonald’s, and the park too.

I’ll always remember you yelling across the park to me:

“Look at me, Uncle Mikey!”

You were always a real son to me.

I will always be proud of how people saw us playing,

and others in church saw us praying.

And others overheard me “Stop!” “No!” and “I love you” to you saying.

They thought I was your real dad,

because they saw the relationship that we had.

You were always a real son to me.

I will always remember your first “Uncle Mikey”,

even if I don’t remember your first “Urrrrrrr!!!!!!!”

It was in the bank in Cub Foods, now Gold’s Gym,

while I was holding you and David Wyatt was with a bank teller.

You said, “Michael, Mike, UNCLE MIKEY!!!”

You were always a real son to me.

You were an original Buckeye Bro,

and with David Wyatt and me an original Elephant Bro (Urrrrrrr!!!!!!!).

Happy I was to be your “Uncle Mikey Daddy Bro”,

and later with Dustin Elsbury expanded to “Cousin Uncle Mikey Daddy Bro”,

You were always a real son to me.

I had to love you enough to let you grow,

and love you even more to let you go.

You are now an adult, a fully grown man,

but I still enjoy spending time with you when you can.

I hope now that you are free,

that you will always come back to me.

I am truly proud of the man you grew up to be.

You were always a real son to me.

“I Sent to You…”

Note: This poem was originally conceived to be sung to the Advent song “Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel.” But it can stand alone as a poem. My influences are Travis Allen King’s (TAKING) poem “Thanks to You”, especially in separating the good and bad person sections, the Beatitudes [in Bible book of Matthew], and the “Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi”.

I sent to you one who needed you for them to pray,
and you prayed for them day after day.
I sent to you one with mental issues,
and you talked, laughed, and cried, sharing a box of tissues.
[Refrain-Good]

I sent to you one who was hungry,
and you fed him and told him about the Bread of Life I be.
I sent to you one who was thirsty,
and you gave a drink to her and taught her about the Water of
Life from Me.
[Refrain-Good]

I sent to you one who was sad,
and you made their heart glad.
I sent to you a potential friend,
and you did their loneliness end.
[Refrain-Good]

I sent to you a homeless person by the way,
and you took him food and wished him a good day.
I came to you disguised as one in need,
and you helped me according to your means.
[Refrain-Good]

[Refrain-Good] Come to me my true and faithful servant, I welcome you into My Father’s house.

_______
I sent to you one who needed you for them to pray,
and you did drive them away.
I sent to you one with mental issues,
and you laughed and mocked them causing them to cry
and need a box of tissues.
[Refrain-Bad]

I sent to you one who was hungry,
and you told them to go to a bakery.
I sent to you one who was thirsty,
and you acted as if she were crazy.
[Refrain-Bad]

I sent to you one who was sad,
and you ripped their heart out like a cad.
I sent to you a potential friend,
and you sent her on her way.
[Refrain-Bad]

I sent to you a homeless person by the way,
and you crossed the street from him to get away.
I came to you disguised as one in need,
and your apathy and hatred caused my heart to bleed.
[Refrain-Bad]

[Refrain-Bad] “You cried to me, “Lord! Lord!” on
the Judgement Day. I know you not, you goats, now go far from me away.”

Post on Facebook that Potsie 1 the Squirrel wants me to post for him

Potsie the Squirrel wishes me to post this on behalf of the Squirrels of Military Park, Indianapolis, Indiana: [written by Michael Schwing 1 May 2014]

Dear Outreach Humans with food, Ignore the complaint of Human Mike in previous post. Human lies. Peanut butter sandwiches DO FLY in his camp-right out to the Squirrel Trees. We are grateful. We Squirrels so love peanut butter we will eat it out of hand of Human. Bring more!
Also bring more granola bars with fruit in them. Humans no eat. Throw to us. We eat granola bars right out of Human’s hands. Taste so good. Bring more! Human gave us all the granola bars with cranberries and blueberries in them. Kept peanut butter and chocolate ones for self. What’s up with that? Selfish Human eating Squirrel favorites!
Oh, bring more cases of cereal Humans won’t eat. Had strange word on the box I ate into which Human tried to hide from me before it went to library. It said “Fiber”. Bring cases of this “Fiber” cereal. Looked like twigs ground up. Tasted better. Human left full box around 3 Squirrel Trees. Was good. Bring more!
Humans also share (they seem to like to eat also) peanuts in shell, almonds, and pistachios. Bring more! Thank you.
Signed: Potsie 1, Potsie 2; Shtoakar of the Walnut Tree; Timmy, Tommy, Tammy, and Tabitha of the Tree by the Bench (Cousins of the Potsies); Nequah of the Tree by the Water Fountain; and Sionnach (The Fox in Irish), Medb (Maeve), Eithne (Enya), Brian, and Niall of the Tree by the Corner of the Gazebo (and some outlier trees).