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If you can manipulate life into a form
that suits your needs then wear it.
Or walk naked if you have to.
Either way,
Winter is cold. Summer is warm.
Spring is boundless. And the Fall is inevitable.
In this life
the naked and clothed
are one and the same
some just get lucky
while others wear the blame.
What’s the point in saying anything
with so much more to say
than what you’re actually saying
you just kind of don’t think you do anymore
or perhaps you haven’t found the right words
because I could go on all day about it
so don’t lie to me kiddo
I could punch all the mirrors in the world
but it wouldn’t make a difference either way
that’s just a cop out and I’m taking the cuffs off.
These are
obsessive compulsive times
in an even more
obsessive compulsive culture
so it’s no wonder
this obsessive compulsive content
isn’t anything more than
a like, swipe, and vine away
from disappearing.
If you stand for a cause,
stand with it.
Don’t claim it as your own.
Be present.
Be aware.
But most of all
be selfless in the eyes of hate.
And when you stand,
stand with love.
If you’re not smiling today than good.
You don’t have to smile today.
You don’t have to smile tomorrow,
but you will smile again.
And when you do, I’ll be there
telling you I told you so.
And it’s going to be a great time.
It’s going to be better than before.
We’re going to make this better,
for whatever that may mean.
Alone — Separate — Together
Better has many names.
Scott wouldn’t let me leave
he said
where do you have to go?
Stay, have another
we’re your friends you know.
How much cash you got?
That’s it, no more
21 dollars even
and thanks for being here.
I breathe his breath
his air is mine
so when I cry
his tears remind
me how to love
and where to find
the strength to heal
one day at a time.
there will always be
enough hands
to lift a boulder
or make a mess
but may there never be
enough, hands of men
to gently raise
a child
Is that a quote or a poem,
a rhyme or a love note?
Half of the time
I don’t really know.
The other half
I really don’t care.
It’s like when you know it
you know it, and when
you don’t, you
show it, in hope
that someone
just
might
be standing too,
back against the wall
just as tired as you
but able to explain
from another point of view.
Words Of An Average White Male 