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Finger Paint and Prose
She put down her pen
and released herself
to the world, renewed.
Purpose became her passion
finger paint and prose,
the poet taught them miracles.
The finest ever known.
beautiful woes
At the end of the night
when the poet laid down
he didn’t fear death, knowing
what beautiful woes
the morning had coming round.
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.
My Goldfinch in flight
Chainlink memory
In the dream state of night
Unshackled reality
Through a window of light
Which pours like rain
And puddles my sight
Until ripples reflect
My Goldfinch in flight
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.”
I see everything at once
Staring into space
I see everything at once
No matter who you’re born
When you’re done
You are done.
Words Of An Average White Male 