While everyone was looking around
for celebrities and stars
I was looking at em all
and wonderin
with fire burning in my eyes
what it was they couldn’t see
that I saw so vividly in all of them.
Monthly Archives: September 2019
all the beautiful ways
She let herself go
in all the beautiful ways
she was destined to
As I sunk deeper under bedsheet
wanting nothing more than to disappear
alone in the darkness
She was painting all her daydreams
in pale blue watercolor
twirling her brush between strokes
Like I had watched her do
so many countless nights before
like the time she painted me nude
And I watched her beauty unfold
like a single blooming lotus flower
adrift on a swamp at dawn
Our Mind’s Eye
We mustn’t shy away from fear
but rather dive face first
into it’s claws letting it tear our flesh
from cheek to chin and gnaw
on our skulls if not only to
release ourselves from our mind
whose eye is so often filled with fear.
whAt iM sAYIn iz
When you can’t flip the script
tear it to shreds
then start to letter together
a list of demands —
whAt iM sAYIn iz
— to extort the unexpected
and accept no less
than those shreds of life
tell you to deserve.
“majordomo”
If I don’t know what a word means
I look it up on my phone
I type “majordomo” for example
And learn that it means
“a chief steward in a large household”
And it’s that simple
It’s quite refreshing in a way
Like I’ve led myself to water and know now when to drink
affliction or redemption
What’ll it be
said the man
on the stand
to the reflection
looking very grim
sunken eyes
of redemption
come on come on
choose our next addiction
this time though
be aware
aware of my remission
I know I know
what fun is there in that
hell why don’t we find out
it’s either or perhaps
I’ve given you the right
that now I’m taking back
the will to fight the urge
I know that’s what I lack
so taking down the mirror
with no one staring back
the man poured the reflection
with ice into his glass
he calmly took a sip
one more than another
and when the glass was empty
to him it did not bother
just one more
thought the man
understanding his reflection
it’s up to you to choose
affliction or redemption.
The wind
And all the other times
The wind —
Giving it’s all
— Just won’t quit
Blowing you down
Forever and ever
Picking you back up
And tumble weeding
You onward
The breeze
Sometimes
The breeze —
And it ain’t much
— Is all you need
To keep truckin
backward or forward
However many backward steps
you take today
tomorrow
take that many steps further along the way
because not everyday is a good one
nor is everyday bad, you see
I knew a man no different than
any other shapeless face
who kept on stepping backward
day after day after week after year
until he’d completely lost his way
you see, an inch becomes a foot
and a foot becomes a mile
it’s backward or forward that separates
the man from the grave.
till death
we mustn’t
die
broken hearted
but rather
live
loving life
till
death
do us part
Words Of An Average White Male 