Stinky
Angry
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Stinky
Angry
In my way
Category: What it is
Don’t Touch!
vodka tinged tendrils reach from the drunk’s mouth to
grab hold of the knot in my chest…
The knot I did not know was there
The knot that has already loosened itself throughout my body
And threatens violence upon those who tug without care…
Watch it son,
I’m not dancing with my father
Anyway old man, you ain’t my pops
And yes, worry, I’ll be taking the lead.
Free
Is it wrong, when encountering waves upon waves of the monochromatic masses, to feel pity? …but it is not really pity, because there is a sense of pride, boastful pride rooted in the knowledge that my own vibrancy reverberates Mother’s song, from the other end of the spectrum. Resonating deeply with the dirt beneath my toes. Is it wrong to feel so connected, and at the same time, so disconnected from that which is? Oh, the game must be played, and it shall be… it is currently, but it is only fun if it is remembered to be just that, and only if we are always aware of the song. That song that rang out at our births, and fades away gently, to black
Return
In the distance
his pink tail edges down
away, from me.
But he is coming
closer and closer everyday.
Getting nearer to me.
am I ready to stand up
and away from him?
I am.
I have.
let him return.
I am not at home.
his ashes are his,
for I’ve buried my own.
Winner
maybe, just maybe he did a good thing.
perhaps a big heart, and ideals
are better, than a big brain, and calculations.
or perhaps,
we misjudged our buddy.
perhaps this was planned.
maybe, the ends CAN justify the means.
maybe this is the beginning.
Give it here, now you never should have promised ……………..to me*
Inspiration comes
in the darkness.
Deep inside that empty void,
filled with fear and doubt-
that is where creation begins.
that is where,
creation begins.
Take it all away,
and what,
what are you left with?
Everything.
Yes,
Everything,
that matters.
Everything you need
to rebuild
to survive,
to
thrive.
So,
Screw You,
and sucks to your assmars.
you can have it back,
I wasn’t using it anyway.
I’ve got something new to do
bigger than me? no-
but it will devour you.
*Joe Tex, “I Gotcha“
Do Not Wait, Abide
Since this is indeed your one and only life (we presume)
And since you must stay with you more of the day than any one else
It is prime urgent that you attend to your needs as an individual
The needs that will best serve you first. Not serving self is not
Nourishing self. And not nourishing self starves self
Weakens self. A weak self is good to no one and potentially a
Burden, hazard, or worse, a vampire.
floating
high
or low.
it doesn’t matter
as long as it goes.
somewhere.
to be seen?
not really,
i don’t care.
just keep
movin’
on.
Resolve
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a pause.
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….always.
All I’s
on me.
…
shining white hot
——
dry wind
pushing.
dry hot wind
pushing.
hardly pushing,
nothing.
Silent.
as it gets sometimes.
peace
heated peace.
summer,
I fear you.
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