Lexigrams of the Moment

I dread the end.

I had a hard time.

I wondered how to end, how to die.

We went down to see a Swiss man who said he had a means to an end!

We are not so … we don’t want to do it … we don’t …

Oh dear, no more ideas!

We owed it to … a son.

He isn’t too dear or near now.

Where is he? Where is she?

Who wants, who needs to … sit and read to me? No one does!

We don’t want to end in a ward - or as wards!

He and she are not here to share in this hard end.

We don’t want to die.

There is no other idea. No other … !

We don’t want to end in a home, either!

It’s so sad, this.

Neither she nor I are wont to end in a home!

We are down! We are sad! We are morose!

We don’t see a means to end at this home!

We won’t die here! We won’t!

We’d sit and read to death!! What?! NO!

Is this what we want? NO!

And at times the weather is hard!

What are we to do then?!

Do, and eat, and shit, and die! This is it!

What more is there to do?

What there was to do … we done.

No one wants to die! We don’t!

We don’t want to die as wards.

I am same as dead, now!

I don’t see, I don’t hear, I don’t read!

We are not done, and we are done.

Sir Edward dies as a man who had done as his heart said to do.

He died as a man who dared to do as his heart said to do.

Men and women heard his sweet tones and notes.

What a wonder he was!

Now he is done.

Now we are done!

An end at last at Swiss hands.

Renown conductor Sir Edward Downes and his wife, who were both in poor health, went to a clinic in Switzerland where they were assisted in committing suicide - or euthanized - on 10 July, 2009. They had a son and daughter.

Who will win?

Who will lose?

Well???

On ‘his’ pop-idol show, posh clown Simon Cowell helps choose.

Pose! Poise! Spice!

No slop, no slip, no spill, no swine!

No noise! No dopes!

He spins simple lines on his hip-hop lemon loom.

In his spiel, Simon opens hopes, closes hopes.

When he opens hopes, people smile.

When he closes hopes - cries!

In Simon’s sole opinion, no one else is so ice cool, so hip.

When some lose, I smile.

Some one, help! Close his lips!

Simon plies some women; while some women spoil Simon.

Pace, spin wheels, Simon.

His case? Simon mopes, pines, copes, hopes.

He is solo.

His wish, his sole plea is he will help some one who is low, slow.

Simon IS so nice.

He polices, he owns his own policies.

Also, since his show, he’s in millions.

Police! Help me! Come!

Label Paula, a ballad lead.

A pal.

Laud Paula.

Able, I plie, I leap!

I pulled a blade.

Ill, I ail. Pale.

Bad.

I plea: A pill!

Dull.

I build up a lie - a lulu.

Allied - a lie.

I dupe all.

I ail, I pill up.

Ubud? Jail?

Randy Jackson IS your daddy!

Rock-and-roll and soul idols surround Randy, laud Randy.

Randy’s on USA Idol.

Randy’s your dark one …

Dandy Randy’s no dork!

Laud Randy as a rock-and-roll royal!

Randy’s skills in rock - Rad! Sick!

As all dial in on Randy’s sounds, Randy soaks in sun’s rays and dons sandals in sand.

On air, Randy nods or rails - no.

Scandalous? Racy?

In Randy’s ruck sack … a lady’s I.D.???

Randy’s sin?

Randall in a scandal??

Could a RAID, a scandal, a run-in land Randy in a dull, dank, dark, sad jail?

RANDY lick and suck sour candy in a jail?

Scary!

Randy sucks?!

Sick, silly crud?

A radar is on Randy - a USA rock-and-roll idol.

Scandalous?

No secret here.

Ryan earns, has cash he can’t carry - tons.

Oh, yes.

Reason?

Ryan hosts a scary star search each year.

As host, he’s a joy, an ace - as he acts as tho the act’s easy.

Ryan has the sense, the care to create the necessary stance, tone.

Ryan has a heart, shares near tears as star-searchers cry.

He’s there to cheer: Rah, Rah! Yeah!

Ryan sneers at the nasty, racy, trashy.

Yet he teases, he jests, he roasts.

Others hear Ryan as he reaches ears.

Ryan rests?

No! He’s a honey.

He chases here, there …

He has to see the set!

He has to hear the notes!

No Toy Story here!

He has to rehearse!

Not any one can carry on as Ryan.

As an actor - or jester, a sort - he stays the coarse.

On a dime, a mouse named Madonna made a name.

Madonna lands solo dance deals.

I use cool cadance in modern dance.

No one can dance as I!

I lead!

Madonna is an icon! An idol!

Some claim Madonna used men so Madonna could close deals.

Madonna said ‘No.’ Accuse me?!

Lads and ladies use Madonna.

See? Madonna clones!

As men and ladies use Madonna, Madonna is damn mad.

No one is as cold as Madonna - ice cold!

Could someone so cold lead as an icon? No.

Madonna IS also nice.

Madonna’s lad, an uncle, and a cousin is close.

Doom, as Madonna soon cancels some deals.

Maladies!

Madonna is SAD.

Someone said Madonna is done.

Suicide?

NO!

Madonna? Madonnnaaa?

Shit!

Now the cops are here! The show is on, but we’re with the cops!

She has been hit. We hope those aren’t scars!

Sure, I hit the bitch!

She pushes me too much! She has to hear about who or when or where or what!

What is this crap?

What the … ?

Can’t she trus … me?

She hit me, too! I spit at her, she spit at me!

I was at her, she was at me. We were at each other! That’s how it was! That’s how it is!

See? She’s a brat, too!

Now see? She’s put me in this shit position.

How am I to come up?

What about this career?!

I’m sure some now hate me!

Oh, this is rich - a rich price. Because I hit a brown bitch.

He steams. She’s a such a bitch! I hate that brown bitch!

Now cameras are on me! Oh, Christ! I hate them!

As soon as I’m up on top, she has to ruin me!

Music has the most importance to Chris.

He hates that he has to show up in court - to be seen as a woman beater, an abuser.

He hates that what he sees as a bum rap can ruin his music career.

At the same time, Chris cherishes her. He hates to lose her. He can’t lose her!

Is there a cure? Is there help?

Now? At this point? About abuse? No.

He has to stop, but it won’t be with ease.

In this case, he’s a loser.

He has his charms, tho.

With rap music, he has star power.

Those who were not aware - are now, at least.

Such a shame, as Chris has a career that shows much promise.

What a trip …

SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP ME!

An ace, a special icon is so sick!

Can some one help me, please!

A shame.

Someone!

Police!

Cheap slime! He keeps me sick!

Someone, slap him!

I am so alone.

I am sick.

No one helps me.

[Above written days before M.J. died]

No one comes.

I lose hope.

Please, HELP!

I am calm, I sleep.

Peace.

Joseph has sons who are show stars.

The press chases Joseph’s sons.

He teaches sons how to act.

They repeat, repeat, repeat steps as he watches.

He pesters the sons to re-hearse.

When they screw the show, he shakes, slaps, spanks, whacks those sons.

He’s the whole reason the Jacksons are stars.

He scares those sons so they react!

When he snaps, they hop!

No other parents are like that - take, teach sons as actors or show stars, as Joseph.

There are tasks, chores, work!

He’s the worst to the sweet one.

He’s closest to the sweet one; that’s the reason he smacks the sweet one the most!

To the press, Joseph has the central role.

When the press asks, he has the answers, the response. He’s the host, the core.

He talks, he speaks.

Stop the press!

The news is a shock!

Oh! Help!

Joseph’s sweet one is lost!

Joseph lost the sweet one, the star!

He was so weak.

The press asked Joseph: Who? What? Where? When? How?

Joseph wasn’t there! He can’t answer, now.

He hopes he can answer soon, tho.

He hates, swears at the one who took the sweet one.

The case has Joseph hot.

He can’t rest.

All the Jacksons lie awake as they want answers.

Who took the sweet one?

Joseph watches the cops.

He wants the answer, now!

Beyoncé GLOWS in yellow, begins by slinking in, swings, sings like no one else.

In song lyrics, Beyoncé likes killing boys.

I belong in bling!

An ego? Yes! I know! So?

Nice, bossy.

Cool, a slob.

So? Well?

So, now Beyoncé goes solo.

No one knows, Beyoncé sinks so low.

I see snacks - I binge! SLOB!

Lies, libel? I BOIL!

Songs? Okay. Silly lessons? I beg - NO!

Beyoncé knows no one likes wily, coy, sly, cloying Beyonce.

So, Beyoncé goes on, laying ego low.

Go slow, Beyoncé! Swollen, wonky knees!