Red Pepper, Blue

By Joseph B. Raimond

This little book of poetry and verse sums up the thoughts of the author as he worked his way through the last months of an abusive and violent marriage, and the hope he felt after finally achieving freedom from abuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Oct 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9783739261140

Joseph B. Raimond

Born in 1962 in Omaha Nebraska in the United States, Joseph B. Raimond was the son of a US Air Force officer. After living in such diverse places as Laon France, three different places in Virginia, Denver Colorado, Dayton Ohio, Darmstadt Germany, and finally Los Angeles California, Joseph B. Raimond moved to San Francisco California where he studied art, with an emphasis on ceramics. After completing his Bachelors degree in 1985, he moved to the Fuerth Germany area, where he has lived ever since, refusing to ever move again! He completed his Masters degree in the spring of 2009 in Humanities, focusing on the interaction between various forms of art and expression. He built a house in the year 2000, complete with a painting atelier and recording studio, where he is able to work on his painting, writing and recording projects. Besides many exhibitions óf his paintings in Paris, San Francisco, Munich, Koeln, Berlin and his hometown area of Fuerth, Germany, he has under the collective name Doc Woer Mirran published almost two hundred recordings of his audio art and music. He has also written more than thirty books, most of which feature his punk-rock inspired form of writing. Pulling no punches, everyone and anyone can become a target of his politically inspired poetry, his favorite victims often including republican and other right-wing politicians, television evangelists, reality shows, lame pop icons and arrogant jazz guitarists.

Book preview

MIRRAN THOUGHT

Written 2013 to 2015 in Fürth,

Germany

As always, in loving memory of Frank Abendroth.

For Conny, my perfect angel

Dedicated to Neal Cassady

Cover art by Joseph B. Raimond

My Love watercolor on paper 2003

Fürth, Germany,

This is DWM release Nr. 129

Contents

Betting on a Losing Horse

A Sunny Day

Two Times One

For Red Pepper, Blue

Betting on a Losing Horse

Little boys, so blind to the

Evil of a mother, play outside

Football and hide and seek

Ready to hide from their future tyrants

Boss, bitch and boobs,

Boobs, that jelly from above

But only when one is lucky

Boobs will tie a man down with their

Sheer weight, and he won’t mind

At least at first

But when he finally does, fuck!

It’s too late, asshole!

Tyrants:

Often an all-in-one package,

And at a bargain price!

Always vying for control of his poor soul

And so the story continues,

and when the ball and chain

Was finally cut, it lay open to the elements

The tear drenched rain slowly rusting

Away the links that had once

So enslaved his very happiness

And the ball lay open

For all to see, to laugh at and to mock

And the ball felt foolish, for it was naked

And all could see the cracks, the faults

It was not perfect after all

It lay exposed to the eyes of those

It once tried to control

But that fine feeling,

Drunk on power, the rage that set

Him to trembling ……was…..

Gone!

Shit!

Seeing that fear and hatred radiating

From his blue eyes, the ball felt fear

For the first time, of being alone,

Of being without power,

Of being without fuel to power that hatred

Of being left with nothing

The ball never forgot, and