Adam's Roasted Pork-Heaven Sandwich

Adam's Roasted Pork-Heaven Sandwich 

1 Pork Loin

Brie Cheese (outer skin cut)

2 tbsp Jarred Mango Chutney

1/2 Red Onion

3 Slices thick Bacon

1/2 Granny Smith Apple (sliced thin)

4 Onion Rolls

1 tbsp Fresh Rosemary

1/4 cup Olive Oil

2 tbsp Dijon Mustard

2 tbsp Honey

Salt/Pepper

Season Pork loin with Olive Oil, Dijon Mustard, Chopped Rosemary leaves, Honey, and salt/pepper. Roast Covered at 300 degrees for 1 1/2 - 2 hours, until center of loin is medium done. Rest pork loin 10-15 minutes.  Fry up bacon slices. Chop Red Onions into thin slices and saute in bacon grease until caramelized. Cut off rind on 10 oz wheel of Brie Cheese and cut into slices. Cut Raw Granny Smith Apples in thin slices. Toast Onion rolls. Assemble sandwich: Mango Chutney on the bottom slice, then Brie Cheese slices, then Pork loin slices, then 2-3 strips bacon, and finally Granny Smith apple slices topped with caramelized red onions and top of the onion roll....and voila!

Copyright Adam Gaile 2013

Catalyst For The End

“Lost Territories”

Artwork-Photography by Christophe Dessaigne 2013

Catalyst For The End

This waste of space is spinning me into an endless serenade

Between the bull and the fighter I lay surrendered

Watching the man in the mirror...face smiling radiant bliss

Eavesdropping on the patriarchs that plan and devise the doom of this nation

I crawl on shards of broken glass to drink the sap

From the hands of these human beings typing with cracked fingernails

The ramparts are crumbling as the intruders scream

Energy escaping from their lips to demolish the city walls

As our grandparents fall, eyes rolling back into empty skulls

The flags burn brighter in the darkness of democracy's shadow

There are forlorn barriers that keep mother's separated from their children

We have appeased the courts with a sacrificial virgin

In the form of tax cuts that cover the arms of Lady Liberty

Her bandages are dripping with blood as she vomits

Out the last remaining scraps of a meal too small for a mouse

There are pirates selling pills crashing through the waves; their ships sail

Through our backyards and markets, looking for victims to plunder

There are birds flying high above the desert raining down bullets

To the unfortunate scurrying creatures down below

We watch a box for ten hours as our feet melt into the floor

There's a scripture somewhere in this book that will shed light

On the disease that infects the hearts of men that gives them a rise

Out of killing the innocent and of profiting from the downfall of mankind

Like a snake consuming it's own tail we feast upon ourselves

In this garden of delight a lone man walks past the debris

Marching through the billowing smoke

of a city burning up in the last remaining fragments...

...of a dying world.


Copyright Adam Gaile 2013

Depression

Depression

I'm just so tired...

Of all the things in my life I cannot control

I'm just so weak

From all the side effects that have hammered me into the ground

There's no more in this life to look forward to

I am slowly dying and it's a race against time

I just wish I could find a way out

I feel trapped

By my body and my mind

I am so sick and tired of this struggle

I feel like everything is influencing another breakdown

The world is such a horrific mess

I want to move on

Was not meant for this world

I'll be a fighter in the next

Let me lie down and die in this one

Done fighting

Just want to die

die die die


Copyright Adam Gaile 2013

Confusion

Confusion

I'm so confused

Images racing shaping and taking form in front of me

My mind reels and dwindles then a thought bubble forms

Taking on anxiety as a monster takes on a morning nap

I feel like the monster is waking in my mind, ready to feed again

And this monster is called hospital, and it's teeth are nurses and doctors

I swim through the waters of bureaucracy, with God as my life jacket

And politicians and desk sitters are in a feeding frenzy

I take life in short gasps of air, never knowing what bubble will pop next

The images collide and form mantras repeating in my mind

The voices drift in and out like a radio losing it's signal

The music is breaking up and in between there are moments of static

Welcome to a schizo mind, please wipe your shoes on the carpet

I need no pity or shame-faced apologies...I have lived, and will do so

Until my maker calls me to his throne and injects the right medicine

That will make heaven full of order and clarity

Then there will be no more distractions

My brain will no longer be my enemy

There will be an alternative to drilling into it to find the holes

Pocketed like Swiss cheese chemicals melting it away

I fear change is coming, and what I have learned long ago is...
...change is an unpredictable beast

Best to stay inside, live slow, blink turtle eyes

Than to jump back into a hole...

But who knows this hole might lead to another world

A world filled with limitless possibilities...

It's indecision time, and here I am rambling again.

Don't mind me, there's always enough cake for everybody.



Copyright Adam Gaile 2013