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A momentary peace.
Quietly
seated
at rest
with desire
though
still
desirous,
he knows
better
than to
chase
the wind.
No longer
a girl
not yet
a woman
she will
find
her way,
at rest
by the
phases
of
the moon.
Together
they
are bound
by
foolish
pride
in one another,
backstroking
in tune
to the
ever-changing
tide.
A last glance upon leaving.
Once filled empty space
Packed boxes and scratched wood floor
Dust bunnies waiting
Something to consider.
The
yes-man
ladies and gentlemen
is almost
always
saying
no.
A funny conversation I had about work.
Do you do much marketing?
She asks.
I went to Art School, so…
So what?
They taught us how to feel,
not how to eat!
Peer Pressure is an Infinite Thing.
Lots of makeup.
Lots and lots of makeup.
To invent the perfect you.
That stuff clogs your pores you know.
Believe it or not.
I wore makeup too.
But nobody told me
it didn’t match my skin tone.
Nobody but a few.
You can’t break a kid’s spirit like that.
It’s unnatural.
But that’s what we do.
That’s what’s beautiful?
I beg to differ.
That’s not the perfect you.
But it’s under there.
Somewhere.
Working harder every day.
Creative Bursts.
Creative bursts,
like drunkard
bar stool
thoughts,
I can actually do something…
That by morning
are swept away,
like confetti
on New Year’s Day.
When Powerful Voices Become Saints.
Powerful voices
don’t scream
they
listen,
they
aren’t forceful
they
think,
they
don’t condemn
they
heal,
they
know it’s not their duty,
they
do not seek control,
they
are powerful
in their
absence of hate,
they
are powerful
in their
acceptance of love,
they
are not
black or white
but every color in between,
they
never seem to get the press
the screamers get –
not until they’re dead do they become saints.
a not too special little thought that’s as comforting as a freshly plucked sliver
I sit here and write.
If you read it, good.
If you don’t, fine.
If you like it, better.
If you don’t, that’s alright.
Either way I’ll sit here tomorrow and write.
the straightforward poem
the
straightforward
poem,
like
the
straightforward
person,
is
often
the
one
most
curved.
Words Of An Average White Male 