I won’t be getting better
Though I’ll play it like I do
You know I’m not that clever
Or else then I’d be you—
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A novel idea
It’s easy getting bitter.
The hard part’s getting better.
Isn’t that a novel idea?
For bitter or worse.
If nothing, I knew better
Yes, I knew better
with every fiber of my being
I just couldn’t stop the show
even if I’d wanted to
The dancers danced regardless
while the showmen sang,
underpaid and underdressed
If nothing, I knew better
than to give them validation
or the contents of my soul.
Surrender for this man is essential for future understanding.
As important as it is to be informed, it’s just as important, if not of further importance to distinguish between what information you allow in and what information you choose to put out.
Feeling pain is not an excuse to cause another pain.
Feeling slighted is not an excuse to slight another person.
The news and media are valuable resources to acquire current information but the information gained from the news and media is not an excuse to promote ignorance and intolerance—or for lack of a better metaphor: one side of the coin—without further, more definitive research.
I don’t claim to know everything and I have come to terms with the fact that I never will.
I’m no a saint.
There has and always has been social injustice and sorrow in the world and I can’t change that. All I can do is choose a righteous path towards consciousness.
Consider this.
The anteater will eat ants to survive as the hawk will hunt ground squirrels and field mice. The spider will spin a web to catch the fly. The fly will feast on feces to survive. The feces will decompose into the soil and a tree will grow.
Nature always finds a way.
Human nature is an entirely different phenomenon.
It’s a common theme between civilizations to find balance and order between extremes. Love and hate. Fear and faith. War and peace.
Each and every day this phenomenon is in question—human nature. The hawk does not see the field mouse as a hawk. The hawk sees the field mouse as prey. The field mouse does not see the insect as a field mouse. It sees it as prey.
Nature operates without question.
It is human nature to ask why. It is human nature to consider the consequences of our action. It is human nature to consider what is right, wrong, and just, then decide.
Either way, the tree will grow.
Either way, the prey will die.
I’m not asking for you or I to be a saint, I’m just asking you to consider another way, a way in which I’m sure you deal with like I, each and every single day.
What I suggest we all consider is this: walk gently, and spread love.
Love is a universal concept.
Hate is a creation of the mind as a defense mechanism.
Hate, is a creation of man.
With all the information that history, news, and media has so far presented us with, what’s stopping us from immediately choosing love as a means to an end of irrational hatred which like wild fire spreads without care or concern or reason?
Tonight I’ll lay my head down, as tomorrow I’ll rise and move forward with peace, love, and understanding.
And it will be easy because I’ve chosen to surrender.
Taken out of context, the idea of surrender is often considered as a form of defeat but not in this case.
The battle has already been won, so when we realize there was never a battle to be fought, surrender to this man is essential for future understanding.
As Mona Lisa smiles at her Rembrandt
She’s Mona Lisa
looking across the lobby
With her eyes
transfixed on his cold dead body
While the kids line up
single filed and obviously
Unaware that there’s any problem
It’s a warm fall day
colored leaves spin around
And there’s this tired old man
selling shaved ice proudly
Nice to meet you sir
can I help you out
As Mona Lisa
smiles at her Rembrandt now
He was an eye sore for her eyes
it hurt so much still she had to look twice.
And there was something in her smile
lips spread thin like she was in denial.
I didn’t mean to
bother you it’s a habit
I just noticed you
looking lost or sad
With this expression
drawn like a bloody bath
Please now excuse me
I’ve gotta be getting back
Hey wait a minute
won’t you just take a second
To admit that something
is wrong in your head
And if you’d like to
call me sometime and
Chat when you’re feeling
better I’d quite like that
She wrote her name down on his ticket
her area code and seven lovely digits.
Then he wrote in the palm of her hand
a little note that read I think I’d understand.
So Mona Lisa
held her hands calm and steady
Framed herself back
against the wall already
She now felt out of place
like in a fictional setting
While some students
drew her in lines quite badly
What’s the point of hanging around
when rarely any good comes to you in this town.
Thats when she placed her name tag on the floor
and made out for Leonardo exiting the door.
oh well, oh well. (LOL)
Sometimes I feel like an object of desire.
Sometimes I feel like a down right cruel liar.
Sometimes I feel like nothing ever is
all that bad until then reality hits.
Sometimes I feel sad when you’re away.
Sometimes I feel glad like it’s all the same.
Sometimes I feel like a sad sack sucking up
to the kid with the cool hair that I want.
I don’t know man I guess only time can tell
where we go and when it’s time to give em hell
I just hope that I have the strength to talk
when it comes time to talk who’s gonna walk the walk?
Sometimes it’s all just too much to think about.
Get a real job, good career kid now settle down.
Don’t make your grandmother worry make your mother proud,
even though well hell she’s gonna love you any way.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve got it figured out.
Sometimes I feel like a widow black with doubt.
Sometimes I feel like throwing it all away
if I could just hold out perhaps another day.
Sometimes I feel like Times Square counting down.
Sometimes I feel like a cliche riddled clown.
Sometimes I feel like nothing ever is
but I know better than, but I know better now.
I don’t know man I think you gotta see this through
either way we end up free alone entombed
do you remember sleeping in the afternoon
cause I do I do I do I did and I still do…
Sometimes it makes sense like I’m a wishing well
today it breaks my heart to have to wish you well
tomorrow I won’t lie I won’t be feeling well
then after that who knows I guess
oh well, oh well.
a better way
There has to be a better way
than all this bitter pain
and suffering that after a while
no longer feels much like
pain and suffering but rather
mute normalcy of the day
which never really fully ends
and on into the night
which never allows for proper sleep.
Perhaps a song will help
my friend, for now
I think it’s for the best.
the drink and the man
It’s not the drink
that kills the man
it’s the man
that kills the man
like an unbiased observer
the drink is just company
waiting for the man
to either come to his senses
or drink a little more.
Better
We’re going to make this better,
for whatever that may mean.
Alone — Separate — Together
Better has many names.
For better or worse, he wondered.
He wondered
what was wrong.
The internet
held the ability
to allow a man
to see and wonder.
Though he knew
better than to ask.
The internet too
had the ability
to allow a man
to instantaniously react.
Though he knew
better than to act.
For better or worse
he wondered, alone
in a coffee shop
like he’d done before,
in past lives
he’d lived and loved
long before the internet —
man wondered.
Words Of An Average White Male 