So what if my writing sometimes refuses to go any deeper than surface level and touch all the raw, sore spots, the gaping wounds, imprinted onto me by the egopinions of everyone but myself? Maybe I’m just tired of pain, and the remains of my own ego seek to shield me from the traumas of …
How’s life? I don’t really know, I – Can I get back to you on that? I’ve been writing about it in my mind of what it is, what it could be, what it has been and there are vast imbalances between its scales. But this story isn’t done yet so I just keep writing …
Being of light that appeals to the lucidity of my dreams came to me the other night and said the world needs to know your story… Funny, the other night I couldn’t even remember – When I woke up grasping at twilight’s fading straws; But today, it was clear as the bell ringing my subconscious …
Don’t call me black, Call me by my name, call me by my humanity. “Black” is one of the many colors found in the crayon box, the ink of a pen, the darkness of shadow; a shade devoid of character or light – Yet, I am full of light. Colors are ideals driven by perception, …
I only mix my work and personal life because I keep forgetting to write my inspirations into my other notepad This one does just fine until I’m working too hard on writing and speaking poetry at work.
Dinner tonight was Ben & Jerry’s and a shot of rum; Not melancholy or troubled, not even stressed. Just…reminding myself that sometimes it’s okay to eat and drink things that are bad for me for the good of my own pleasure. Now and again, indulgence is necessary. And besides, why in the hell would I …
Can’t be my own person by your perspective standards I’m too weak, too naïve, too unoriginal to think for myself. It’s only when I disagree with you that I’m wrong, such contradiction – you disagree with who I am and feel justified in doing so… When will we learn that double standards do not equate …
You like to push buttons detonate triggers, throw switches. You like being surrounded by chaos and confusion; Volatility – Your victims never see you coming because you mask your intent with pretty words and intermittent affection to get what you want… means to ends – We were only friends when you had something to gain …
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 …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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