Bullshit
Woke naked lounging
Knock on door sounds
Devoted sentients selling fantasy
Door answered buff bound ass bare
Shock and surprise
Robe donned welcomed in
Selling their bullshit
I, in turn, peddle my wares
Poetry books inspired of real experience
The dichotomy resonates
Vision Board
Sadness compounded by experience lack,
Discarded for personal infancy, that childish realm
Where dreams had manifest in thought filled fancy
Life moves hither tither everywhere
No distinction, on and on without a care
To expectation
Coming reality shaped by directed thought
Realization of actualized conscious breaks the downcast reverie
Strong, unbent, head on a swivel
A mind toward a future across pond and thought
Teaching the letters of his life
The words of his being
Means to end
Vineyard travels
Experience for coming dream realized
Somber Call
Amber hued sunlight splayed through paned glass
Spilling onto walks and walls
Photons dashing
Sight unseen but for retinal signals in red blue yellow
The gift of sights and colors oft taken for granted
Much as the bright lights in life…
the musicians, the poets, the painters, the seekers
Cry and cry harder as life be lost to darkened madness
Cherish and love all that you can
Hold no possession over love or its subject
Be a light and fill the hours you have with passion!
Fear not to light the pilot of your own being!
Posited Truth
It is dark but for light of lcd screen
Typing the reality of present being
Calmed down fervor from moments just passed
The suck, the feel, the aspect of lack
Remains
Strong enough to carry on
He’s walked this road sixteen years hence
Tired of trudging the lonesome road
Having reached and sought
A dinner, a date, rejection known thus et al
Relegated “safe”
One of the most dangerous in truth
Choosing to live
Choosing to thrive…
Fuck this city, this town
Those who see me as just some nice guy!
Dance Card Full
There is nothing like knowing a cry for help
would not be heard
Could not be heard
For reality’s sake.
For love given and never had
For facing reality with courage
With courage to tread a road alone
A castaway of the reality paradigm
Fighting for a speck of notice
Reasonings lost to discarded being
Looked past and overlooked
The kiddie table is where attempted sent
Though beyond any thought of conscious being
Where he plays
Day to day
Dancing beyond the unthought known
Denial is over, I am a reject and a pathetic excuse for a “man”… I am a “broken” man, a novelty item. Something to feel sad about and go on with the “normal” life whoever has. I have the same struggles as anyone coupled with the reality of being a “broke but not broke” man. I was injured just enough to make it glaringly obvious I am disabled, but able too recover just enough to where I am seen as a novelty item to ponder for the moment. Never anything more, but still “a fantastic human being” who has overcome so much just to waste it away talking to his pad of paper all night. No one to connect with. No one, not a soul understands, could fathom what it is like to have everything, literally everything, open to you and then have it ripped away and be relegated to the back of the life bus. Nothing but an afterthought, a novelty item to ogle at and thank fuck that it wasn’t you. Forgotten.
Welcome to my reality!
Why Leave the House?
A storm is gathering
An exercise in futility
And so my social life be
Relegated to novelty beginnings
I sometimes hate my life!
Never a chance
Never a season to learn
Dropped to deep end reality
Awkward distance and speak
Too much
Too much has been seen
Too much known
Too real for faux reality being
Silence now the sound
His mind the only motion around
Eyes closed and serenity reached
An escape without escape
Cathartic reasoning
