Annoyed sighs arrhythmic stomps eye rolls and snarky commentary that leans toward disrespect… Defensiveness, awkward insecurity – Ooh, attitude. Confusion and changes, changes. Outward bravado masks inner vulnerabilities [that give way to strength] self-expression reduced to code words, shorthand and random dance moves. And still, a middle-of-the-road beauty about it all – Shrugging off the …
Look at this sin I’m in roll.
Huh? I was saying – You know what, forget it. Because I did. Forget…it. What was it, again? I don’t know, you didn’t – Well, we were talking about … Right! Wait, that wasn’t…it. It was… Hmm. What was it? I don’t know. I guess we’ll never know what it was.
At one o’clock I won a clock and This one old clock broke. Now, I wanna clock.
I lit my lighterto fight fire with fire…Only the cherriesremain extinguishedand I struggleto distinguishbetween fear, fantasy, and fun – and the reality I seek solace from. Can’t hide forever,wish though that I neverencountered the anti-good,destroyer of innocenceruination of childhood. If onlymy thoughts would stoptheir uncouth amalgam of flop,if I could just get pastmy presentwhere it …
Running hard andpounding pavements – trying to escape my roots;Damaged, ultimately tainted.Who wouldn’t,whenMom’s a basketcase;Dad an alcoholicto boot? I have no friends. I can’t talk to them;And not becausethat door’s not open…Moreso becauseI don’t want to be like them,and yet somehow still –I’m hopin’… Things will change.I tell myself this;Not sure at this point ifI …
In all honesty,I can’t handlemy liquor – Even in pure consciousnessas clouded understandinggrows thicker… There are no meatballsin these forecasts;Even substantial chunks of logichaul themselves upat half-mast. Laughter resonates,fuel for thought pilotsof hopeless bombast. Free as finality,so they say,free at last,bright as the day. And I… Release allthat’s not worthwhile – even admittedly, I smilemuch …
When the world’s all wobbly,life seems on an even keel – But that’s only when logic’snot a high factor,and I’m operating by feel. I wonder if rumor even winewill be my downfall;Because after multiple shotsand glasses,I’m pleasantly numb… It’s hard to answer the call(s)of obligationand happenstanceas theyoccur to the dumb. Yet, I succumb, and…I think …
I like it when curling ribbons of steam carrying the scent of the leaves in my herbal tea hit my olfactories at the same time the tea touches my palate. It makes me feel like I’m drinking nature.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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