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 … Continue reading #302
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 … Continue reading #301
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 … Continue reading #300
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 … Continue reading #299
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. … Continue reading Fuck me, I hurt!
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 … Continue reading #298