Tuesday, January 8, 2019

My Youngest-PJ by Peter Reum

We had a beautiful daughter, Lola,in April 2008. She was a total surprise. Between my wife and I, we have six daughters and one son. My oldest, Kalinda Merrielle, is a bright, creative woman with two children, named Neve and Vesper. Chandra, my second with my first wife, is a friendly pleasant young woman. She was born with idiopathic cerebral palsy. She is a hard worker who has several years experience in a number of entry-level jobs. She graduated with a special education degree in her childhood home of Greeley, Colorado. Her birth was one of the most memorable days of my life. Her entry into this world was one of those times when I felt totally blessed. After my first wife and I divorced, I had summer visits from Chandra and Kalinda.

As time passed, I met a beautiful woman from Montana named Dorinda. She was a beautiful soul. She and I married in November 1995.  We relocated to New Mexico, and purchased a home in the Albuquerque Heights. I worked in developmental disabilities for awhile, and left after 18 months.My second wife and I moved to a small mountain town in Southern New Mexico, purchasing s small business there. We had a few years of solid
business, but our store went belly up in it's fourth year. Part of our failure was due to radical changes in the business sector we were trying to get involved with. In the fourth year of our marriage my second wife died from the rare and fatal disease she told me about before we were married. We had relocated to Montana, and here in Montana she died in October of 2000. On the night she was cremated I had a nightmare that I was being cremated. It was the most memorable dream of my life.

Realizing that I needed to find work, I got a few jobs on a short term basis. Things were like that for about two years until I got a job in mental health services. I was at that job for four years, when I was offered a job at an excellent Substance Abuse Center. After two years as an outpatient counselor. I was transferred to an innovative inpatient therapy position for inpatient pilot program as the first therapist. The program was designated as a model program for the state of Montana.  During that period of time I fell in love with Christina, my
third wife. We became engaged on my birthday on 2007, and married on Christina's birthday in that same year. After a honeymoon in Hawaii, we settled in Billings and Christina got a job after graduating from college.

We lived in Christina's apartment for a year, and moved to a house we rented in November 2008. While at the previous apartment, we had doubts that having children was possible. Christina's physician had told her that she was not able to have any babies. Lola, our daughter was born in April 2008. She was a whirlwind of a baby, learning to walk and talk months earlier than expected. She was able to verbalize her basic needs by eighteen months. She was a whirlwind as a toddler. Her energy was boundless. Christina had three
beautiful daughters in her first marriage, Sabrina Rose, Adriana Tennile, and Jenna Noel. The children were in 5th, 3rd and 2nd grades when Christina and I got together. Each of these girls had wonderful God given gifts . Sabrina a top notch singer in her choirs. Adriana had exceptional musical ability and wonderful spatial and perceptional reasoning ability. Jenna was
the most driven and best organized of the 3
sisters and is multitalented in the fine arts.
She is a practical down to earth person who understands what the things are that she does well and what things in life she needs help with.

When Lola was 13 months old, the subject of this article was born.  Just over 4 months after Lola was delivered, my wife told me she thought she might be with child again. We saw our doctor for the girls, and she confirmed my wife's condition. I was very happy, but I also wondered why my wife, who had been diagnosed as not able to have kids some 30 months before PJ's presence and 20  months prior to Lola's being discovered as a new arrival. For me, one of the true heartbreaks I had experienced was losing a son at 4 months along in a pregnancy with a previous wife. P.J. is a boy through and through. He had a happy temperment as a newborn and through his first two years. He is an affectionate boy, with all of the charm and kindness that little boys have. His sister and he are inseparable, enjoying videogames together, playing outdoors, and growing up together.

P.J. is a boy who was tall for his age before the onset of his juvenile diabetes. He was never an overweight son until the onset of the type 1 diabetes. He has always had an open stance toward kids at school. In head start, he was somewhat young when he began, but did well his next year before entering kindergarten. His kindness and supportive outlook to his classmates has made him well liked by his classmates. P.J.'s loyalty and kindness to his friends has been praised by every teacher he has had.

The onset of his Type 1 diabetes came roughly a few months into his third grade school year. My wife Christina has a well honed intuition toward all of our kids, our two and my delightful stepdaughters. P.J. exhibited the classic symptoms of Type 1 juvenile diabetes some two years ago. There was occasional confusion, a need to urinate unusually often, and excessive thirst to mention a few obvious symptoms. My wife noticed him become quite withdrawn. On one Friday  we decided to take him too the doctor. She diagnosed him with Type 1 diabetes and we hospitalized him to stabilize his levels of insulin. Because things smoothly carried on in the hospital and afterward, our physician recommended insulin injections until P.J. was used to his body's changing. It seemed that things went well for a year or so, but he began having problems with eliminating anything but protein.

We marked time, and he stabilized for almost a year. It became obvious that he has a sweettooth for carbohydrates. We upgraded his manner of putting insulin in his body, The State of Montana helped us obtain an insulin pump for him  Things seemed to be going well for about six months. As PJ used the pump, he tended to
inject the pump tube around his navel. Despite our best efforts, he developed some scar tissue around his stomach, having been told what would happen. The scar tissue made his effort to use the pump tubing to move the insulin into his body.. Other problems emerged, mostly ketoacidosis. He was hospitalized again, shaking us to our core.

He is a boy whose life has been made extremely complex. Throughout this whole
experience, his love of family, friends, and
relatives has grown. His approach to life with diabetes has been an amazing path to walk with him. As Neil Young once sang, slightly altered...long may P.J. run. 👦🤟!!

Copyright 2019 by Peter Reum
All rights reserved

Monday, December 24, 2018

The Love of My Life by Peter Reum Part 1 by Peter Reum

Having quickly bounced from a difficult divorce to another intimate relationship with a woman from Montana, I spent 1995 visiting her as time permitted, and we married in November 1995. Our time together was spent mostly in Albuquerque and Ruidoso in New Mexico. I had married my second wife despite having been warned by her family that her medical condition was progressive. We spent time with my mother, sister, and my second wife's family, all of whom lived in Montana. She had two sons who I admired for their independence and initiative in starting their lives despite their mother's progressive illness. They married in the mid Nineties and have families of their own. My second wife had been raised by her mother, father, and then a stepfather. All of the siblings of my second wife are resilient, and have gone on to be exemplary professionals.

As time progressed in New Mexico, the independent bookstore my second wife and I owned could not compete with Amazon and Walmart. It became difficult to pay for stock, and my second wife's illness began to progress rapidly. She was in very severe pain, and her heart was failing. She spent several days in the hospital in New Mexico, and somehow knew she was dying. In the end, we packed up a truck with the help of wonderful friends in Ruidoso, and I drove the truck with our meager possessions and she drove the van we had bought. On the way, she had to spend two days in the Las Vegas, New Mexico hospital, and we got to Billings and got an apartment there. My then wife had realized she was dying, and she had a near fatal stroke a week after we got to Billings. She entered Billings Clinic, and regained some movement and awareness, and with the help of a staff member at the Yellowstone County Welfare office, I was able to have her stay at Billings Clinic and the affiliate Nursing Home completely paid for. In June of 2000, she was transferred to a nursing home in Bozeman. Our van had been repossessed, and I had no way of seeing her. My boss from my first job out of graduate school had a spare car, and he graciously allowed me to use it for roughly a year. I began and lost two jobs in 2000, and was broken in too many pieces to count. I landed a job at a home for emotionally/behaviorally disturbed boys and slowly began to put my life back together. I continued to live at the apartment  we had gotten together with her in Billings. My second wife died on the evening of October 2nd in 2000. She died in Bozeman, and I did not get her funeral. The night between October 2nd and 3rd, 2000, I had a horrible nightmare that I was being cremated. My second wife's cremation was that very night, although I did not realize that until several days after her passing.

I have shared with the readers of this blog a few articles about my family. Having been married and divorced, then remarried only to have my second wife die, I really thought after that experience that my marrying days were done. I was wrong. My now wife and I were introduced by a mutual friend who told Christina, now my wife, then an acquaintance, that she had met the man Christina would marry. After a few parties with friends, Christina asked me to attend Christmas at her church. We had a nice service, but then Christina told me she had misplaced her car keys. She was given a ride by a youth pastor to her home, but before they got to her house, the minister's car was nearly totaled by a person who did not know how to drive on ice. The minister's car after it was hit could was not driveable, and  as Christina had left  her 3 daughters with me, we all piled in "the tank" (my car) and went to the scene of the accident. As it turned out, no one was hurt, and Christina had picked up a spare set of keys from a close friend. We all rode back to where Christina's car was parked, and I followed them home to ensure they arrived safely. Suffice to say, for an old fart who was out of practice dating.....my experience that evening went from sacred to very odd.

Christina and I began seeing each other regularly beginning with the New Years's Day after the odd Christmas eve date. I had just authored my essay on Brian Wilson, published in Open Sky Magazine, and had several copies I gave away. Christina told me that she had never been  so moved by an essay like that. Things warmed up, and I became acquainted with her three daughters which she had raised after a divorce from her first husband. Somehow she had been able to complete 4  years of college while raising Sabrina, Adriana, and Jenna alone after the divorce. Her ex had run away from his Child Support obligations. I saw that I was seeing a strong Christian woman who had gotten used to doing things herself. When I was off from working I spent time with the 3 girls,watching Looney Tunes, listening to them sing (they had voices that harmonize in a manner that was so beautiful that it gave me the chills.

We were engaged as of June 2006. I thought I would find the experience of family difficult because of my age. Instead, I found that I enjoyed the opportunity to love Christina''s children from her previous marriage as my own. The girls brought me into the 21st Century as far as what teenage girls were thinking about. Like my two daughters from my marriage to my first wife, there was lots to learn in a very short time. These three girls were gifted in marvelous ways...Sabrina, the oldest was the daughter whose personality most closely mirrored my wife''s. Her gift, among many, was to take people she met at face value, and to be non judgemental regarding their personality quirks and "knots," to quote British psychiatrist R.D. Laing. Adriana, Christina's second daughter, had the ability to bring the family together through being able to listen without judgement to  family members' feelings and to empathetically relate to the family member'since feelings without showing any preference between her family members whose feelings were in conflict with another's feelings. Jenna, the youngest of this triad,  brought leadership and creativity to the family. Her eye for what is beautiful and what is worth preserving in the family was unerring.

The year before Christina and I were married, there was much for me to learn as a male figure entering a family of females. First off, I realized that the girls already had a father, and although his visits to the girls were very sporadic, his place as father was irreplaceable. From the beginning of our time together, I felt that unconditional love and caring were the best things I had to offer. The girls tended to vent their feelings to each other and Christina as mom, and my silence and active listening was the best I had to offer. As time passed, the girls' dad showed more ability to travel to our community and spend a week of time with the three girls.

We knew each other very well after a year of engagement, and I had made up my mind that things could work as a blended family. I proposed on Groundhog Day, my birthday, and we were married on August 11, 2007, Christina's birthday. My older daughters' mother died of adrenal cancer, in 2007, and her second husband, an honorable and intelligent man, contacted me to see if I was able to add my daughter Chandra to our family. After a series of visits to his home and ours, Chandra decided to come live with Christina, the three girls, and myself. I had spent the time I lived with Chandra's mother before the divorce ensuring that Chandra had every early childhood service needed for lessening her developmental delays. This included speech, physical, and occupational therapies, as well as enrollment in an inclusive age appropriate pre-school. Just as the time came for her to enter inclusive kindergarten, my marriage to my first wife fizzled, and I  spent a year in Greeley before moving to New Mexico.

Our family of 8 squeezed ourselves into a rent to own home. My wife objected to the deal, and I should have listened more closely. As time passes, our family grew and we had a houseful. My daughter Lola Lynn was born April 28, 2008.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Trumpsy and Mumpsy Screw the Indigenous for Beads and Trinkets of Capitalism

When I began this blog, I  hoped to contribute my view on a variety of topics pertaining to the Western United States, as well as commentary on personal interests as well. As time went Trumpon, I branched out into poetry, book reviews, and environmental topics. I have generally
refrained from political commentary. As a citizen of the United States,  my energy has been channeled through organizations that take a long view of this planet's health and well-being.

The Lakota leader Crazy Horse advocated that tribal decisions should be made with children seven generations ahead of of the current generations ahead. The heritage of various tribes has been progressively and systematically destroyed by people and corporations that remain unaccountable for the damage they have wrought without accountability for their decisions.

Around the world, the decisions made by corporations and individuals seeking wealth at the cost of environmental degradation and irreparable damage have made the immediate generation ahead so vulnerable that many people are making a decision to not have children
due to the climate change that threatens to ruin coastal, agricultural, traditional, and Indigenous Tribes' quality of life  and archaeological quality of past lives studied.

Most recently, the President of the USA has abrogated and disrespected the Indigenous Tribes of Southern Utah and the Four Corners region by removing 80% of the land allocated for Bears Ear National Monument from the boundaries established after extensive negotiation between area residents of Southern Utah, and tribes in the region of Southern Utah.

The current President's disrespect for cultural facets of the Indigenous Tribes of the Four  Corners region in The American
West has been another example of the hundreds of years disrespect the European settlers and U.S. Governmental have visited upon Native American peoples from the
first days of Columbus's landing in what he believed was Asia.

The disregard of the needs of Indigenous
People's cultural traditional and sacred ways of addressing the lands, waters, and species of animals from throughout the Americas has led to chaos for tribes whose
outlook on this planet's health is the basis
of entire cultures that make up the
humans of the Americas.

Species whose very existence is endangered
are at best having an even chance of survival. Sadly, the same is true for the hundreds of Indigenous Tribal Cultures that, against the odds, have hung onto their languages, spiritual beliefs, land and specie's pre-Columbian relationships with animals, other tribes, and traditional lands.

Thanks to European and then American ignorance of the tribal religions, cultural
methods ofs arranging their beliefs, boundaries of traditional lands, and diets, were uprooted or ignored.   The United States and its European manner of deciding that traditional lands and tribal/cultural manner of interaction with other tribes and European/Americans was to be utilized without respect for long cultural mores that were in place for centuries. The disrespect and imperialism of European/American  conquest of such advanced cultures, led to a series of unfortunate events that nearly extinguished the Indigenous people of the entire North and South American continents. Tribal culture and spiritual beliefs were outlawed.

The liquidation of an estimated 100 million Native Americans throughout the America's from the landing of what Columbus thought was the Far East was the result of European and then American greed for gold and silver. There is no excuse in the manner of enslaving Indigenous cultures. The disregard by the Trump Looney Toons of the needs of Indigenous Tribes to respect various Tribes' burial of their ancestors.

There is only one factor that is the main consideration of Trump and his lackies. This is the question of each day that governs Trump Administration decisions. That question is......is there a way to capitalize this issue and enlarge Trump's
narcissistic manner of viewing himself, no matter who is screwed in the process.

In my home, the Bear Ears decision by Trump and his Secretary of the Interior, has come to be another example of massive stupidity and abuse of Indigenous Tribes' independ and soverignty. As a result, we have elected to address the President as Trumpsy or Trumpkoff. His Interior Secretary is addressed as Mumpsy. These labels convey the same attitude towards these men as he evinces toward Indigenous Tribes' soverignty.

In short, this administration is the most disrespectful of Indigenous People since the late 1800s. From where I sit, their blatant of Indigenous Tribes' soverignty is as barbaric as smearing smallpox on blankets and given to tribes or viewing the Tribes' world as a culture to be eradicated. There is a special place in Hades for Trumpkoff's self loving Capitalists, as any person who disturbs a grave for his own enrichment.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

The Friends and Transcendental Meditation Connection by Peter Reum

  • In the autumn of 1967, Dennis Wilson was able to hear a lecture by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, founder of the spiritual discipline of Transcendental Meditation(TM). Dennis, although impressed by The Maharishi, oddly enough was the only Beach Boy who did not take up TM after meeting the Maharishi in Paris in January 0f 1968. Michael Love joined the Beatles and Donovan, among others, in an intense two week introduction to the principles of how to use TM in February  of 1968 to clarify the mind, refresh from a busy day, and how to use TM to enhance artistic creativity. 

    While speaking with the Maharishi, Linda Eastman, later Linda McCartney, snapped a photo of Brian Wilson yawning, probably due to jet lag. In time, all of the Beach Boys except Dennis and Bruce Johnston learned the fundamental principles of TM and benefitted from it. TM is derived from a long tradition of meditation to improve mental clarity and health, as well as physical health. The TM candidate is given a word or sound which is designed to be a tool to focus the mind. The two sessions per day meditation exercise is usually in the morning after rising and in the evening before retiring.

    The exercises of TM derive from Hindu sacred scriptures, as well as the advanced courses. The advanced courses are designed to enhance benefits from the basic TM course as well as train future instructors in the basic TM training. Meditation, as practiced in various instruction by gurus and spiritual teachers is designed to also clear the chakras, which are the spiritual focus areas for various body functions, such as thought, spinal health, and many others. In TM, the layperson entering the TM instruction is to learn to focus energy and slow  down the mind, which in occidental countries is constantly self-analyzing.  The dedicated initiate is usually able to at least partially master the discipline of focusing on the breathing function of the body and on the use of the word given for repetition while meditating, called a mantra, to divert the undisciplined mind from the everyday thoughts that generate anxiety and sometimes lead people into anxiety and depression.

    In his 1963 book, entitled The Science of Being and Art of Living, the Maharishi proposed that words spoken in everyday discourse have vibrations and that the mantra should be given in a manner that is personalized for the TM beginner. These mantras help the TM initiate to learn to develop an open mental condition that is primed to receive new insights based on the meditation routine. An advanced course, called TM-Sidhi Program is available for the experienced TM practitioner. 

    There has been some confusion upon the use of mantras. The simplest way to differentiate between them is that the religious practice of formal Hindu worship is from the Vedic Scriptures. The Tantric Scriptures are used for initiates and practitioners who are not Hindu believers. TM is probably the most researched form of Meditation practice worldwide. The literature concerning studies on TM indicates over 350 studies have been completed.

    For the Beach Boys, the internal conflict that sometimes surfaced in corporate decisions was at times difficult. With the Wild Honey lp, the group rewound their studio method to more of a home centered and homemade approach. The Beach Boys created a studio in Brian and Marilyn's living room. With the new cooperation at the home studio, the group simplified their music to help the touring group to stop hearing "that sure doesn't sound like the record" impression that fans sometimes observed. For  Friends, the group adopted the same recording style, with the Friends album serving as a symbol of goodwill, not only between the Beach Boys themselves, but also with Murry Wilson, who came in and sang bass on Be Here In the Morning. The release of the Friends single signaled the group's creative direction, followed by the Friends album, which was harmonically complex, yet sounded less "busy" than any Beach Boys album up to that time. The TM discipline was mentioned as the theme and title of the closing song on Friends. I have always wondered if it's rather strong and loud track was designed to highlight the peace and quiet of the Friends lp's runout groove. Guess I'll never know....

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Our Second by Peter Reum

               Our Second

There was a time long ago
When I had infinite seeds to sow
Like Johnny Appleseed planted
Endless fruit freely granted
There were no results worrying long
Doubting that my seeds were strong

The first seed that germinated
Canceled anger for those terminated
The feelings of aloneness abated
I finally belonged to someone
Whose heritage was concentrated
In a tiny human brought to life
Whose development was in my wife

My then wife wanted more kids
We came together, to extend our brood
At first things were quite normal
Circumstances were conspiringly rude
To terminate our son's life before
We could plan his birth and ignore
The complications that closed his door

My then wife fell deeply in grief
Came through intact gave her relief
She wanted a second child because
Our lovely daughter needed company
Saying no child should grow up alone
My intuition warned me the second 
Would have complications unknown

She was born on a cold winter day
Her emergence was in a sacred way
Enchanted were we the doctor would say
He had never delivered hearing angels play
As time conspired to smudge our joy
I noticed our new baby was delayed
In development markers along her way

Her best friend noticed circumstances
That caused concern for me and chances
Were ripe for disappointment for my wife
She seemed to say that our baby's life
Would be fine there could be nothing
Wrong but when her friend disclosed
Our second baby's life faced a crooked road

Her husband and best friend had displaced
The pride of giving the baby sacred grace
My then wife was so deeply grieving
The child whose life faced weaving
A blanket of colors different from our first
My wife tried to hide her grief, her joy burst

My special education history took action
To mitigate my beautiful baby's traction
When things emerged that I saw coming
Our child's mother could not face
That our daughter she thought a disgrace

Although I knew that genetic consultation
Would most likely fail to answer
My wife acted like our baby had cancer
Stoically seeking an answer she looked
For a reason our second child miscooked

God brought a package that winter day
Whose life I still celebrate in every way
My then wife slowly died tragically 
While my absence daily I wished magically
Would end amicably  my grief fell tragically

Copyright 2018 by Peter Reum
All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

The Devil Is In the Details by Peter Reum

I have covered many topics in the years I have written this blog.
I have generally steered clear of political topics and religion.
I have been acutely aware of the sexual abuse of children and adults for years. The tendency was to ignore these incidents, especially in institutions serving children and adults with mental and physical disabilities. Perpetrators ranged from family, to peers, to paid staff.  Incest was the hidden crime, with children  fearing to accuse family members for fear of beatings, intensified sexual abuse, or expulsion from the family into unknown and dreaded alternatives.

The religious institutions and denominations of the world have been traditionally regarded as holy and generally less sinful than the world at large. Exceptions to this expected "best behavior" became scandalous. There was almost a prurient interest when people involved with the ministry or nunnery were exposed for sexual misbehavior every year.

In the last 50+ years, ministers in conservative fundamentalist churches
have been exposed for condemning gay and lesbian Christians who are not "out." At least one conservative Christian in Congress who condemned gay rights was exposed in
every two year session as being someone who is gay or lesbian in the closet, but was publicly condemning of gay and lesbian sexual behavior.

This phenomenon is related to the stigma suffered by childhood sexual abuse victims, and the attempts by victims of childhood sexual abuse to "purge" themselves of the self-hatred they feel after violation. This does not imply that gay and lesbian adults hate themselves for their sexual preference, but that in certain cases, sexual abuse victims may repeat the abuse they experienced themselves.

Perhaps the most disturbing behavior over
the last 50 years has been the disclosure of extensive sexual abuse of children, many of whom were altar boys, by Roman Catholic clergy in several dioceses in the American Roman Catholic Church.

The recent investigation of  the Roman Catholic Diocese of Pennsylvania by the attorney general of Pennsylvania disclosed today was only the latest in a string of extensively investigated and well documented cases of sexual abuse by Roman Catholic clergy. The New York Times published three excellent articles today about the documented sexual abuse of over 1000 Pennsylvania boys and girls over a 40 year period by some 300 Catholic clergy.

What makes the report most disturbing is the investigation's disclosure of clergy and bishops actively colluding to bury the accusations of sexual abuse by Diocese of Pennsylvania  clerical leadership, including
monsignors, bishops, and archbishops. The
grand jury's report indicated that cover up
efforts even extended to Catholic officials in Rome. The grand jury also concluded that possibly up to five abuse victims did not report sexual abuse for every victim who reported the sexual abuse to authorities.

This report is not isolated. There are reports from almost 40 dioceses of sexual abuse of children. The Roman Catholic laypeople of the United States as a group need to speak up for the children who were victimized by clergy.  Direct action could perhaps discourage church leaders from trying to bury accusations of sexual abuse of minors.

The clearest prospect for effectiveness for prevention of childhood abuse by clergy is the education of young children of what sexual abuse is, how not to be fooled by sexual predators, and how to prevent being isolated by potential abusers.

The best remedy for childhood sexual abuse victims is counseling, followed by education. For those children, the first and most important knowledge each child should hear in post sexual abuse therapy is that they are in no way responsible for the abuse they experienced, and that they are heroes for reporting what happened to them. Helping victims to understand the reality that the sexual abuse was a violation that was perpetrated by a sexual predator can reduce the tendency to keep the abuse a secret, thereby inducing toxic shame and self-hatred.

I can personally vouch for the tendency to feel toxic shame and to thereby keep
childhood sexual abuse as an undisclosed
shameful experience rather than disclose it, even to parents, close friends, and other family members. After 30 years, the day I shared the incident with pertinent professionals was the beginning of my personal healing experience.

Copyright 2018 by Peter Reum-All Rights Reserved

Monday, June 25, 2018

SMILE.Always by Lola Reum (Written by my 10 year old daughter)

Captured, Modified,  Sent out Again.
The process repeats. Over and over.
All in a circle. Over and over.
Until a night they couldn't find it.
The circle turned itself into a mess of scribbles.
Chasing the Creation.
Over and over.
Again añd again.
Tracks left , over and over.
The cycle repeats, Kill, Eat, Run Again.
A loose experiment running the streets.
Over and over. The cycle repeats.

Caged, Tortured, Sent again.
The doctor leaves a wide smile on it's face.
The signature Black, Yellow, Grey colors
circling its body.
Hypnotic eyes swirling, in and out, in and out.
He does this again, to each subject.
They wander around its creator.
Circling him.
Each smile shows his objective.
Swirling eyes, each looking at him.
Laughter can be heard.
Scarred paws.
Scarred souls.
Each following his every command.

Lola Lynn Reum