Fill your life
with the people
who will fill your prose
with fire.
I told you once, I tell myself again —
Write.
With.
Fire.
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the scenic route!
People always look confused when they ask what I am doing. So I look confused back, smiling, and say, I’m taking the scenic route!
People are more like their God than they think, always looking down at everyone else, wondering what it’s like to live.
I’ll pray for you, they say sometimes. Creation is a messy thing. What’s the difference between prayer and prey?
For now, I guess I’ll be their prey to tell the difference. And when my time comes, confused I will not look, knowing I’ve seen the light.
A light which does not shine but rather illuminates the lonesome weathered Rockies, or Cutlers bountiful Coast, and all those miles of wheat fields traveled upon a harvest moon.
STOP!
Note to self:
Do yourself a favor,
and surprise them once in a while.
Do something you always said you’d do,
and you just might end up surprising yourself.
STOP!
yes you can —
You were the Royal Flush
It’s hard
to be lost
in the shuffle
when you were never
even in the shuffle
to begin with,
like two jokers
in a deck of cards
we were made
for one another.
Can’t you see?
Or am I just
dying to be an Ace!
At least then
I’d have your attention
instead of picking hearts
like I’m a sure straight,
when we both know
you were the Royal Flush
who called my bluff.
You were the Royal Flush
that beat me at my own game.
Motivational speaker
I have met
some pretty good
motivational speakers,
and some pretty bad ones.
And I can assure you,
none of the good ones
are getting paid.
You won’t find them
on the self help rack.
They don’t charge for their advice.
But they’re always there,
waiting.
They’re waiting for you.
Toeing the edge
There is a fine line —
like a tightrope walker
toeing the edge —
between
complaint and contradiction
that makes me want to set
this whole word farm on fire.
Cupid texted
I’m all out of arrows
Cupid texted.
Thank God for that, I reply.
But you don’t believe in God.
Sometimes, my friend.
Sometimes,
I do.
My Bluebird
You were so different than me
And you loved Joan Cusack
I never did get to finished Infinite Jest
But there you were in a Brooklyn apartment
And you introduced me to Brett Easton Ellis
So there’s a silver lining in everything
I guess, so like Bukowski
You’re the Bluebird in my heart
But I’m not giving you up to them
I just watch
with wonder
as you fly away.
Smoldering Hearts
Remember that
those special people,
the stars
who win awards,
they often look out
into a sea of smiling faces,
smoldering hearts,
and feel very much alone.
the answers
Decisions, decisions
take yourself out
of others decisions
and you just might find
the answers
you were looking for.
Words Of An Average White Male 