Nothing
Dead
is ever fully Dead
until it is
But even then
we play with it
we spoil it
we serve it
We give it enough strength
so that it can live again
Even when it kills us
Dead is never Dead
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peace.
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.
a bad artist
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.
another way
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?
hills of Mulholland
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
the woe that binds
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.
deserted summers
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
Completely defeated
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.
Everything but this.
How to this
How to that
There’s a How to: For Everything
Everything but this.
You know who you are.
bits of lives
We are built up of
so many different lives.
Like thieves in the night
we steal bits without telling
those we’ve robbed.
How curious it is that those bits
would be so conveniently
left out for our taking.
How awfully clever too.
Words Of An Average White Male 