My mind is made up.
Things are much easier, now
that my mind is made up.
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Life is good.
Driving
through
the falling
Louisiana
Texas
Arizona
skies
and life
right now
is larger
than any
self
delusion
brought on
by sorrowful
routine,
life
right now
is good.
Ourselves as liars.
Imagine
there are two sides to every story,
sometimes three, four,
most times there are twelve.
It depends,
on who we are, who we’ve been
and who we’re trying to be,
like auditioning for a role.
And it’s easy to say,
that you never tell a lie,
or that I’m always wrong.
If I were to believe that,
if you, are so able to believe that
then, clearly
somebodies a liar.
Little things.
Some days
it feels
like
nobody cares
and then
out of nowhere
a
friend
gifts you
a space pen,
and, “yes Jerry,”
it writes upside down.
Life awake.
Dream,
nobody is stopping
you
from dreaming,
just
remember
who
to blame
when
the dream dies
and
life
goes on,
like it always does.
Vital Weeds.
When you start to look
into other people’s lives
you start to see
whose lives are worth
looking into, and sort of
weed out those
you dabbled in, that turned out
to be nothing more
than forgettable,
nothing more than
vital weeds.
Not so fiction.
Not
every
person
is meant
to
stay
in your life
forever,
but
that doesn’t mean
you can’t tell
their
story,
it doesn’t mean
they’re
not
a part of yours,
so be a dear
and change a name or two,
just don’t
spoil
the end —
they’ll know if you do.
This is me trying to be o.k.
I am trying to be o.k.
Thinking about young souls who’ve past.
Contemplating Cancer’s reasons.
Sometimes hearts just stop.
This is me, trying to be o.k.
Not that young anymore.
Grey hair no longer a curse,
but more of a blessing – there is beauty in age.
For now, I am o.k.
As for tomorrow, history
seems to shrug it’s shoulders
leaving me out of the loop.
And I’m o.k. with that.
This is me trying to be o.k.
The trouble with book lovers.
Two book lovers
sit together
on the subway
reading
alone.
Do they
have
anything
much to say
to one another?
Or
is
the story
they’re reading
better?
Probably not.
I bit my tongue writing this crap.
The
deeper
you try
to be,
the
more
shallow
you become.
Do you see what I mean.
Words Of An Average White Male 