At the end of this life
if you can say
I did some things
I really, really enjoyed
and helped some people
along the way
all the while
laboring loves labyrinth
then that
I’d say
is a beautiful life.
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Her Genius
We are all our own genius
aren’t we? Self-help tells us
to be selfless while the world
tells us to be tough
slowly, gradually
like a surgeon’s steel
picking apart pieces
of our sanity like a game
of Operation. We are all
children at heart, aren’t we?
When our nose’s glow red
and hairs stand on end
while our souls ignite like kerosene
flailing our arms in ecstasy
remembering the truth which
from birth was wiped clean
like a board of chalk.
We’re always trying to get that
message back, that message which
in a world or man and steel and greed
can only exist as long as love at first sight
where in the morning she lay
soundlessly asleep, bound to no one
her genius in my memory forever.
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
we’re all just
butthole tissue
flesh, bone, and spirits
away from the truth
if there is any, well
we’ll surely find out
at the end of the day.
So keep it clean cause
you’ll never really know
until you do, I guess.
— INSERT EXCUSE HERE —
So quite literally if you say
what is going to be my excuse today?
— INSERT EXCUSE HERE —
Now don’t do that.
Do everything but that.
Do every other thing
you’d rather be doing.
What do you got to lose?
The job you hate.
The credit you pay.
The fear you make.
It’ll all be there tomorrow.
So excuse yourself today
and see what happens.
Titans
We must rise like Titans
and fall like Titans
no matter the course
we will one day perish
leaving only our ruins
to tale the tell of time.
getting out of bed
However you get up and out of bed
or off the sidewalk
however you dig yourself
out of the grave is commendable.
And if you choose nothing
that too is just as valid
as choosing something.
I see far too many people
driving themselves mad
with work and love
and money and power
and fitness and greed and guilt
trying to fit into some sort of
idea they’re bred to believe
will fix them when really it won’t.
They don’t need to be fixed
or loved or loathed or accepted.
They just need to listen.
Listen to the air.
Listen to the ice crack when hot water hits.
Listen to the sea spray.
But I know nothing really.
All I know is what I see and what I see
is beautiful and diseased and delicate
like a rose petal or a dandelion flower
plucked from the earth by a child
in the outfield of a baseball diamond
wanting nothing more than to drift away
with the seeds he’s blown to anywhere else.
However getting out of bed
or the sidewalk or gutter is the first step
and the rest well, the rest is just —
up to you I guess.
a little jig with the birds
I took all my why’s and what for’s one day
and threw em like confetti out the window
fluttering and cutting through the air
they just fell to the ground as the wind
picked up and the cars and people
mulled through the day dragging with them
my black confetti underfoot and tire
picking at em like stuck gum
confused in chaos
I watched just for a little as they disappeared
and the crowds dispersed with the morning
afternoon and night till all was quiet again
all but me shaking my unchained head
and doing a little jig with the birds.
stars
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.
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.
Words Of An Average White Male 