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There
is a
brief
window
as a kid
where
they
don’t know
about
overtime
morning commute
time and a half
cut hours
nor should they,
because
they’re kids,
kids who need to let the adults speak
you tell them all the time
so
when
the kid’s
all grown up
and wants nothing to do with you
don’t forget
all
those
times
the kid
just wanted to play.
Life is short.
So don’t question
the chance to
laugh.
Let it rip!
The
proof
is
in
the
pudding,
but
I
don’t
eat
pudding.
So,
shit.
Good men
Are broken
By broken women
Born of broken mothers
By broken fathers
Who’ve broken
Good women
It’s people
who feel invisible
that do
the most heinous things,
and nobody
ever seems to know
who, what, where, when
or why such things could be done,
until after the fact
when there’s enough
evidence
to write a book in cold blood.
For what exactly
I am not sure
But today I voted
I voted for people who unlike I
Have power
Power to make a difference
Power to make a change
Power to exercise our rights
As a community of working people
We have power
I have power
And you have power
For what exactly
I am not sure
Until tomorrow
VOTE!
Life is like
a box of chocolates
and then
you die.
Scars heal.
Women don’t.
Women remember everything.
Every failed step.
Every spoken word, every mistake.
But women forget sometimes,
that men too
are unlike scars.
Men don’t heal either.
Men remember everything.
Every time, every opportunity.
And every failed step.
Then there are scars.
The untimely breakup,
which neither swears
they ever saw coming.
I tell myself stories
and create word pairings
like a master work of Rembrandt
picture perfect in a frame
but no matter my intention
good will is always marred
by Van Gogh’s lack of detail
or is it his mastery of the craft?
Destroying my art
one piece at a time.
Your finest work was not in oil,
it was in your blood.
I
believed
in
myself
once.
A
long
time
ago.
Perhaps
too
much.
Perhaps
not
enough.
Like
I
believed
in
you.
A
long
time
ago.
Perhaps
too
little.
Perhaps
too
much.
While
your
many
faces
spoke.
Such
awful
beauty
spewed.
All
that
time.
I
heard
nothing.
Believe
it
or
not,
I
really
believed
in
everyone.
Spitting
tea
leaves.
Before
Long
Island.
Words Of An Average White Male 