I keep trying to focus
on the good things, except
it’s all the little bad things
that keep reminding me
of all the good things
I should be focused on.
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I keep trying to focus
on the good things, except
it’s all the little bad things
that keep reminding me
of all the good things
I should be focused on.
Not all of us get the happy ending
Not all of us get the sad one either
Most of us get the open ended
Rattle-Tat-Tat Who-Dis-Mad one?
And frankly, with enough kicks in pocket
I’m pretty alright with that one.
The only pleasure that I get now
is from forgetting I exist.
If it works out
It works out
If not, you learn a lesson
You move on to the next
Split hands and
Double down
I recently came across a post stating, “this is a bad year.”
Though I don’t disagree that bad things have happened this year, I can’t fully commit to such a bold statement as the entire year being bad.
Or perhaps, I’m just looking at it from a more critical standpoint?
A protest for example, is a collaborative effort between cultures standing together for justice.
The police force has made efforts, though not always headline news, to reinforce their code of conduct: to protect and serve.
Most citizens are respecting the rights of others, choosing to wear masks, in the fight against COVID-19.
The government is making attempts to sustain our American way of life through relief programs and continued unemployment benefits—even though at times it may feel like not enough—granting enough security to survive.
I’ve seen a number of portable facilities spring up in mainly homeless areas of Los Angeles, which does not solve the issue, but certainly shows hope.
What I am getting at is even in our darkest times, there are signs of hope.
Hope which we can and should not disregard as a complete and utter bad year.
If anything, I’d say, there is an awakening taking place.
What I see from an observers eye is an awakening of people who, regardless of the hardships, struggle, and inability to make concrete sense of all the senseless acts that have been occurring, realize a need for change and progression forward as a human race.
We are all struggling, regardless of another’s grass, I repeat,
we are all struggling.
But with struggle comes realizations. And with realization comes understanding. And with understanding comes progress.
Through common ground and communication I know there is hope, for you, and I, and the suffering on all sides.
It struck me odd today when a friend told me they envy my ability to travel where in turn I assured them, not everything is as it may seem, and that I too am struggling, only I choose a different point in which to view my current state of awareness.
You don’t have to travel far to climb a mountain or swim in a lake, or wake to see the most beautiful sunrise, or even lend a hand to someone less fortunate, because these are natural and always there waiting for you to take action.
Rather than saying, “this year is a bad year,” I suggest taking a deeper look and the time to realize that progress is happening.
And though progress may seem difficult, remain hopeful, my friends.
Be honest with yourself and your loved ones.
Greet a stranger as he were your family, with arms stretched wide in abundance.
Be the light at the end of the tunnel, the light which shines even in our darkest of times.
Be the air of peace in which we’re all capable of breathing.
Be courageous. Be kind. And be hopeful.
No matter the days happenings,
good, bad, or ugly—
remember to remind her,
the one you love—you love her
and there’s no place you’d rather be
than with her, dreaming of tomorrow.
There’s no denying that’s a pretty face.
There’s no excuse still for being late.
The corner store’s got a sale on
greeting cards that sell half price love.
There’s truth in breathing at an even pace.
There’s beauty bending to bear the weight.
So either way you feel overwhelmed
exchanging coffee for whiskey now.
I’ve got a big bad wolf of a habit
full of hot air and over dramatics
Got a house built solely of glass when
I huff and puff well nothing happens
I gave her cashmere for Christmas once.
She gave me friendship when I had none.
There’s proof in putting a sweater on
the back of someone you’re giving up.
I’ve got a big bad wolf of a habit
full of disdain for love when I have it
Got a house built solely of glass and
no stones left to throw just ashes ashes
Ashes to ashes to ashes to ashes
to ashes to ashes to ashes
to ashes to ashes
to ashes to
ashes to
ashes.
The light in here is bad
The shadows hang their heads
I’m tired of this playlist
I’m tired of this bed
In sheets that are not mine
Busted strings don’t pass the time
The shadows hang their heads
In light of what they find
Am I really headed backwards?
Static fills my head
Am I really headed back there
Like I’m the walking dead
So I light the wick
And turn the page
Familiar is this pain
The light in here is fine
The shadows are just that
Perhaps I’m feeling better
Perhaps I’m coming back
Always and forever
Never fine
But
I’ll make it perhaps
Something is in the air today
And it’s not bad or good
Insidious perhaps
In fact I can hardly feel it
But it’s there, breathing
Be cautious whispers wind
Down the curvature of my spine
Into my core, something
Yes something is in the air today
At the end of the day
when my feet are sore
when my mind is heavy
and I can’t take anymore.
Playing with matches I paint.
I paint such beautiful pictures
in my heart that burns
which no one can see
because I’m no painter
I’m just a bad artist
fingering napalm.