We mustn’t shy away from fear
but rather dive face first
into it’s claws letting it tear our flesh
from cheek to chin and gnaw
on our skulls if not only to
release ourselves from our mind
whose eye is so often filled with fear.
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affliction or redemption
What’ll it be
said the man
on the stand
to the reflection
looking very grim
sunken eyes
of redemption
come on come on
choose our next addiction
this time though
be aware
aware of my remission
I know I know
what fun is there in that
hell why don’t we find out
it’s either or perhaps
I’ve given you the right
that now I’m taking back
the will to fight the urge
I know that’s what I lack
so taking down the mirror
with no one staring back
the man poured the reflection
with ice into his glass
he calmly took a sip
one more than another
and when the glass was empty
to him it did not bother
just one more
thought the man
understanding his reflection
it’s up to you to choose
affliction or redemption.
backward or forward
However many backward steps
you take today
tomorrow
take that many steps further along the way
because not everyday is a good one
nor is everyday bad, you see
I knew a man no different than
any other shapeless face
who kept on stepping backward
day after day after week after year
until he’d completely lost his way
you see, an inch becomes a foot
and a foot becomes a mile
it’s backward or forward that separates
the man from the grave.
You don’t have to smile
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.
Bohemian Blue
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.
The Craft
Tears well
followed by
a deep breath,
sadness
is a fine art,
and I’m still
after all these years
developing the craft.
Happiness & Love
Happiness
& Love
killed
the poem.
As
for
the poet,
he lived
mourned his loss
then learned to love again.
Try
Most days
all we can do
is try,
try without motive
without reason
but with trust
in ourselves
that tomorrow
is another day
to try.
Commute
Purple sky.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.
Pudding
The
proof
is
in
the
pudding,
but
I
don’t
eat
pudding.
So,
shit.
Words Of An Average White Male 