Dying
Everything
Everyone
Always dying
Dead
And gone
People live
People die
And die
And on
For what is life
Without death
Knowing this
tiny secret, that
In death
there too
Is life.
Monthly Archives: September 2019
Just the right amount
Just the right
amount of whiskey
can make a poor man rich
and a rich man poor
it all just depends on
who’s asking for more.
lovely pearls.
If you could put
everyone’s depression
in an ivory locked jewelry box
and free the world of self hate
anxiety, fear, despondency
there would no doubt be
someone hidden in daylights shadow
waiting, aching, yearning
and ready
to try on those lovely pearls.
that certain something
You can love somebody
anybody
unconditionally
but the one thing you can’t do
is change them. You can’t
make them who you wished
they would be, although
yes it’s there
that certain something
always shining
like a diamond in the rough
sparkling is their beauty
but only for a moments glance
before it’s lost again.
God how I wish I could tell them
of everything that I see within them
of all mine and their desires fulfilled
though they wouldn’t believe me
for they couldn’t see themselves
like I see
their souls burning in denial
wanton and wild
whether it be love or vile
you can love somebody
anybody, but
you can’t change them.
Not really.
All you can do is tell them how you feel.
So tell them.
Chances are
they feel that way too.
the difference
There is a fine line
between
kicking the habit
and kicking yourself
but don’t kick yourself,
kick the habit.
And if you can’t
then kick this can.
Kick it as far as you wish
but understand
that a can is just a can
and a habit is just a habit
but you, yourself, and I
are much stronger
than all that, and well
it’s so strange how
we are so much more
than we care to admit.
Ugh it makes me sick.
But there’s a fine line and
it all just depends
on who’s who
and what you choose
to live for.
The habit?
or
Yourself?
What’s important though
is to recognize
the difference in both.
Cleanse
You should cleanse, she said.
Pouring my whiskey
neat
Well that’s what I’m doing, I told her.
Giving me a knowing glance
that one’s on me, she said.
And this one, I told her
is on them,
pointing at our reflection behind the bar.
She thought that was funny.
Laughing together
was enough.
another night
At the end of the day
I am nothing but
sweat and fat
and bad breath
and poems
strewn out among sage
and corkscrew, lighter, and coffee mug
wine and love for it all
all the things that I have carried
and still carry till this day
another night
another light
twinkling in the Friday night hysteria
of weekend fun
unseen.
peace of minDUH.
All that power and fortune
and fame and followers
always at too young an age
to handle. A bit of my heart
goes out to our youth culture
which those in real power
feed on like vultures. They
will inevitably fall from this
fame like bombs, ejected from a jet
and self destruct no less
because all that power and fame
and fortune is merely a baton
that when they’re out of gas
will seamlessly be passed to another
newer, more mysterious teen
just looking for a peace of minDUH.
k–no–w people
The people who know people
know people who know people
who no people know. Not even
the people who know the people
k–no–w the people no.
Don’t be fooled.
Don’t be gullible.
Don’t be wise.
Just k–no–w.
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And so we end
Another day
Zeroed out
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Words Of An Average White Male 