Building the Dream

February 26, 2026 Leave a comment

Two men share a dream.
To escape the air stream.
Together they start to build.
Gathering parts to be milled.

With a screwdriver, hammer, and wrench.
Building each part on the bench.
On to the carts to be wheeled.
Strung along the field.

Looking over their notes.
They assemble it with screws and bolts.
Connecting it all to the hull.
With each problem rolling around in their skulls.

Fusion reactor and Ion engines are in.
Then they attach the fins.
Wiring the controls in the cockpit.
They make everything fit.

Once a pile of junk.
Now something to get them out of their funk.
Seeing before their eyes.
The craft that will reach beyond the skies.

Strapped in their seats.
A new adventure they will meet.
When they started people would scoff.
But now it’s the countdown to blastoff.

Higher and higher they go.
Leaving behind them their woes.
Everything feels right.
Forward into the eternal night.

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Hot as Ice

February 23, 2026 Leave a comment

By Bill Horst-Kotter

Grab my stick and hit the ice.

My skates are sharp and it feels nice.

Passed the blue line and grabbed the puck.

Toward the goal with some luck.

Deke the goalie because he’s a rookie.

And flick the puck where mama hides the cookies.

For the kids on the streets to the stars on the ice.

Hockey is the game that I like.

Howe, Orr, and Gretsky make the game great.

It all started when I saw my first game when I was eight. 

To all the hot shots that rush the net.

Today is the day your match has been met.

I love it when you scorers try to get close.

Because I am the guy that makes your shots a joke.

I will use my body to be a wall

So the goal light won’t answer your call.

I make opposing teams’ stars look like guacamole.

Because I am the guy they call the goalie.

For the kids in the streets to the stars on the ice.

Hockey is the game that I like.

Hasek, Roy, and Plante made the game great.

Me loving this game was a matter of fate.

I am the guy that makes the stars shine.

Because I protect him when it’s game time.

Check him into the boards hard.

And I am the one that will make you see stars.

Drop the gloves and fist fly like lightning.

Then the linesmen gave me five minutes for fighting.

In the box, hanging my head in shame.

But I’m the goon so I get all the blame.

For the kids on the streets to the stars on the ice.

Hockey is the game that I like.

Probert, Ray, and McSorley made the game great.

So head to your local arena before it’s too late.

This was my attempt to make a rap song about ice hockey.

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Boredom is an Invisible Prison

December 8, 2017

Boredom is an Invisible Prison

 

I am BORED!

 

Yes I tell you that.

Shout it out loud.

From the top of hill, roof and lung.

 

I am BORED!

 

Stuck here at this desk.

Mind just turning into jello.

Staring into two flat screens of mediocrity.

 

I am BORED!

 

Waiting for the time is right.

Run to the exit of my predicament

To escape this blight of mental inactivity.

 

I am BORED!

 

But I just need to wait.

I can hold on for a little bit.

I will be free at last.

 

I am bored.

 

Not so loud as before.

Quiet as I work?

Doing something to let the minutes go by fast.

 

I am bored?

 

My jailors are just freed me.

I get outside the gate.

Jumping up and down like my life is great.

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Die -=ShoEboX=-, Die

December 8, 2017

Die -=ShoEboX=-, Die

By Bill Horst-Kotter (Screaming his lungs out)

I see you prancing on the stage

Better if you are locked in a cage

It is much better that way

Bound and gagged with nothing to say

Die Shoebox, Die

You big annoying guy!

Die..Die..Die

The dead Ramones don’t like your songs

And Frank Zappa thinks you’re wrong

If I had a couple hundred bucks

I’d get Pac-Man to chomp on your guts

Die Shoebox, Die

You big annoying guy!

Die…Die…Die

I trying to do Synthpunk

But this arrangement really sucks

I guess I am really jealous of him

Thinking I was better on a whim

Die Bill, Die

You dumb annoying guy

Die…Die…Die

Die…Die…Die

Die…Die..Dieeeee

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Poetry

October 31, 2015 2 Comments

Back in college my lit teacher asked us to write a poem about Sunday.  I never wrote one so I thought I would give it a shot.  I found that I have a knack for it.  Having A.D.D. they were short and can get creative with the words.  So here was 2 poems I wrote.

Phantom Mistake

Yes I have the time

To waste it in this line

Waiting for Episode 1

The Phantom Menace

I am one of those

Die hard fans

Obsessive to the bone

No doubt about it

Sometimes I give people the creeps

They can’t believe I camped out here for weeks

They think I should pack it up

But I’m not giving up

Am I just a crazed fan?

Or am I just nuts?

I went to my seat

To see it on the screen

Then Jar-Jar Binks came out

And that was dumb

Then came Anakin

I was petrified like a mannequin

The movie I was wait for

is a piece of shit

Sometimes I think Lucas is a creep

I think I should get up off my seat

It all keeps adding up

This movie really sucks

Am I just a crazed fan?

Or am I just nuts?

Gasping at this tripe

So I believed the hype

Sometimes I give myself the creeps

I can’t believe I can I camped out here for week

I think you should pack it up

It’s not worth you 8 bucks.

Am I just a crazy fan?

Or am I nuts?

I am a Radical Geek

Do you know who I am?….I am a radical geek!

You think being a radical makes me a long haired hippy freak?

I nothing like that because I am a geek.

Think I am a fan of Star Trek or some sci fi creatures?

I am not some fan that stays on the bleachers!

Because I am hitting the bricks; I am hitting the books.

Trying to find knowledge in every dark corner and nook.

I might be in workshops working on my machines.

Or in the labs trying to cure diseases that hit the scene.

So when you see me don’t put me down or make fun.

Because I hacked your phone with ease and I am not done.

I know your bank password and all your friends.

So by nice to me or it will be your end!

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