Sparkling Emeralds

Sparkling emeralds

are all I can see as I circle over Shannon.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

"LAB Rat" defined

As mentioned in "Alley Cats" posting below:

LAB RAT. n. Archetype

These are the fringe skulkers who hover just below the radar – like they’re there but not really part of anything. They appear to be pleasant and normal and give the illusion of making some sort of contribution, yet underneath they’re really cold fish with no true need for emotional substance or interpersonal depth.

LAB Rats navigate within a highly compartmentalized world that revolves solely around them which manifests itself in the form of brain-body incongruencies. It’s almost as if some unseen master has strategically placed remote-controlled electronic stimulus patches all over their body and knows just when to trigger the switch. This brain-body disconnect gives them little instinct for even the most rudimentary consideration for the needs of another, resulting in a narcissistic drive to achieve their goals at any cost, without conscience or accountability.

Busy scurrying and always on the go (and clearly no time for quiet introspection sans distraction) LAB Rats can frequently be found flying the redeye from LA to Boston and back again with Blackberry in hand and a GPS perpetually connected to the unseen master.

Evasive and duplicitous by nature, they might even tell you they live in France.

© by DK King

Alley Cats

Amorous moonlight arouses

The old symphony of catcalls,

And summons the faithless,

Aligned along furtive back walls.

Without allegiance,

Instinctively spraying charmed house.

Marking vain territory
In a stale game of cat and mouse.
Fence sitting wanderers
Performing their slinky sashay,
Yowling to stray,
Forever cheap,

And woefully cliché.

Hungry anticipation,
Rough tongue on lips smack,
Never, ever expecting

To give anything back.

Self centered and serving,

Entitled to a fault,

Forget about foreplay,

The senses assault.

Emotionally lazy,

E’er beguiling tender prey,

Purring “It’s all about me”,

“Get your needs out of my way”.

Leonine traveler

Dreams to be king,

Regally demands

In one pompous ring,
“Hurry, stop dawdling,

Aye, drop everything”.

Sheared mane uncovers
Patent patch and sugar drug,
Lays bare the bald wolf crowned
In a crooked sheep’s rug.
Always spying on time,

Busy scurrying like a rat,

Papa is a rolling stone,

And a LAB Rat Alley Cat.

Not a priority,

But convenient after thought.

Beckons at midnight

For an honored one sided talk.

Privileged and blessed,

Nay, holier than thou,

“MAU Me Me MAU”,

Drawls the elitist meow.

Inhaling obsidian air

As cigar fumes float on the waft,

Far too important

To call a common cat back.

Ambiguous, yet

So biased bent,

Overflowing with bitterness,

Even divine discontent.

No one dares ask

Zeitgeist Alley Cat,

Wherever on earth

Might it be at.

Free ranging crude conduct,

Lacking genuine pedigree.

No rewards for bad behavior,

Considering nothing good is free.

Careless roamers still preen on,

Playing every side of the fence.

Duplicitous feline, Mysterious con,

Assuming no consequence.

Gavel drops with heart’s decree,

Suspicious egos birl and balk.

Alley Cats judged clearly unworthy,

Now it’s time to take a walk.

© by DK King

A New Beginning

And a new path ....