I dare not blame the 14 Hands
for feelings I have felt
Where midnight and I meet
the moon’s shadow can’t dispel
In daylights saving grace
I justly feel that I have felt
like wicker passed round midnight’s mass
each hand is doleful dealt
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Dancing in the distance
And when his memory faded
Dancing in the distance
Like a mirage, appeared
His destiny in heat
Arms uninhibited by the equinox
3+3+2+5
Then like clockwork
I turn my head to see
3+3+2+5
And know you’re here with me
The underlying message
Before you fear the story
Or judge the storyteller
Look at the period in time
The story told was written
To fully understand
Without pride or prejudice
The underlying message
My deepest hearts confession
In your spirit lies perfection
Mind, body, and soul
My deepest hearts confession
What a blessing it is to hold
You close when no one’s guessing
My heart strings don’t you know
Sound only for your blessing
This flame is yours to grow
As you see fit.
All I can do is all I can do
to aid you in your suffering.
The rest is up to you.
As you see fit.
Olympians in order of merit
I find it both fascinating and concerning
How every belief system has it’s own
Language and moral code on which to live by
Who often speak with identical regard to
A quite ambiguous, rather unknown force
But stand like Olympians in order of merit
As if gold, silver, and bronze
Were anything else but idealized metal.
Smoke signals in the distance
If you need me I’ll be shit faced
What I mean is I’ll be drunk
I’ll be one among the many few
Who’ve had it with this stuff
What I mean is life in general
And habits to abhor
What I mean are people’s cycles
Like children wanting more
If you need me I’ll be blacked out
What I mean is I’ll be gone
Away from all the hear say
Far from the Wall Of Moms
What I mean is I’ll be silent
What I mean is I’ll be cured
Less sheep among the megaphone
It’s best not to be heard
If you need me I’ll be nameless
What I mean is I’ll be safe
No profit ever profited
From showing off his face
What I mean is Martin Luther King
What I mean is Malcolm X
What I mean is they will kill you
Like that guy from Nazareth
If I need you which I won’t
Look North among the pine
Smoke signals in the distance
Will tell you I am fine
But just in case you need me
I assure you that you won’t
What I mean is here’s another post
No one will ever boast
What I mean is that which serves you
Serves you and you alone
What I mean is followers in time
Will leave you to the crows.
How do I write a good book?
“How do I write a good book?” He asks.
“Read a lot of books.” I tell him. “And…
“And what?” He presses.
“Remove the word good from your vocabulary.”
Shrugging, he digs, “and replace it with what?”
“Whatever’s wrong with the world, my friend.”
“I’m listening…”
And upon waving him farewell.
“A book worth reading isn’t always easy
but it’s worth the effort.”
When Butterflies Were Band-aids
Look me in my heartache
And tell me there’s a cure
When butterflies were band-aids
Where fact and fiction blur
Speak to me in virtues
The one’s I’m pickled for
When only field’s were diamonds
And playgrounds left you sore
Hold me in your sorrow
With hands so soft and pure
When bedtime meant tomorrow
Was absolutely sure
Hear me as the willows
Send shivers down your spine
When fluff was just for pillows
Where wonder’s in the pine
Sense me in my mourning
For those yet to be fed
When fear meant it was pouring
Where Rover was still red
Send prayers if you still got em
Though mine have long since fled
This well’s filled from the bottom
Where sailboats are led
Words Of An Average White Male 