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All is quiet yet again
and I know what I must do
as if tasting coffee
for the first time
8:52
I drink slowly, carefully
cautiously
while sunlight enters the room
and from my window I can see
I am nothing
I am nothing more than
what I choose to be
and what I’ve chosen
this morning
is peace.
Don’t you dare close your eyes
like there’s nothing to see
or tell me there’s no reason to be
foolish and fragile and fearful of love
for love is the Ark which braved the flood
Hell I don’t know uh single Saint
but I see Angels every day
they’re all around us can’t you see
in him in her in you and me.
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.
Man will never miss a chance
to kill another man
even in times of peace and relative
prosperity man will always find a way.
It’s a tired tale but we read it everyday.
Man oh man can’t we find another way?
How far West are you willing to go
she asked in the hills of Mulholland
Far enough I said, gripping the dash
Flooring it through winding curves
she closed her eyes and said
If it’s not over the edge than don’t bother
And that’s when I knew she’d never exist
Hitting the breaks and pulling over
I looked out upon the city
quietly
I was alone
It’s a shame
how much more
I need all of them
the one’s I have loved
when I break they bend
made not of wood
or stone just amends
a man on his knees
who now understands
the difference between
women and men
is the woe that binds
two hearts like a thread.
like fine grains
of sand
everyone I love
falls through my hands
to a beach
of salty air
and deserted
summers
I wade
at bay with the tide
which pulls me
further
and further
from the shore
Even dulling my senses
doesn’t do the trick
when the truth
is knocking at the door
in fact it’s already inside
warming it’s feet by the fire
smiling in my direction
while I bring it tea
because it asked
and knows
I’m completely defeated.
How to this
How to that
There’s a How to: For Everything
Everything but this.
You know who you are.
Today I noticed I have acquired 350 followers. I wouldn’t think it so wise to follow me so let’s stick to calling everyone Readers! It’s tough enough to balance life’s daily tasks and then find time to read and write but you all have and I continue to do so myself. It’s an important thing I think to keep the mind actively working, no matter what the medium. Hope you all continue to support the arts and yourselves as individuals. Here’s to the next batch of words to come. Thank you to all those still reading, hang loose.
Words Of An Average White Male 