I can’t wait
to edit
this peace
I have written
with faith
that I’ll right
you somewhere
in between,
where my poetry
and prose
never quite could
be as honest
as our fiction,
as honest
as our dreams.
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There is so much greatness to be had.
There is so much
greatness to be had.
When did you forget that?
My son, if I told you this
would you listen?
I think not, because I didn’t.
So I will wait for you
to figure it out
the only way you know how.
And it’s there
that you will remember
what life was like
before you chose to walk away.
Ah! I’m home again.
I can’t lie.
I love the way
you make me feel
meaningless,
like an orphan left
on the doorstep
of
the worlds welcome mat —
Ah! I’m home again.
Yourself and the universe.
The futility
of any situation
is more likely
your subconscious
projection
of another’s inability
to see what you see
and your own, very human
infatuation
with yourself
and the universe.
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 —
Waste your time
Note to self.
find what you love to do
then waste your time
doing it
That is all.
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.
For better or worse, he wondered.
He wondered
what was wrong.
The internet
held the ability
to allow a man
to see and wonder.
Though he knew
better than to ask.
The internet too
had the ability
to allow a man
to instantaniously react.
Though he knew
better than to act.
For better or worse
he wondered, alone
in a coffee shop
like he’d done before,
in past lives
he’d lived and loved
long before the internet —
man wondered.
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.
Words Of An Average White Male 