In Bloom…

•April 29, 2015 • Leave a Comment

The entire world,

should have May to rest.

To seek a higher meaning,

from the majesty of spring.

Its grace and beauty,

forgives you of your winter sins…

The rebirth and reform,

carry you to your next

bloom.

Don’t be a Blockhead

•April 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment

“He who ne’er learns his ABC, forever will a blockhead be.”

– New England Primer, 1737

http://tiny.cc/fcwcxx

Spring Motor Oil

•April 18, 2015 • Leave a Comment

The sound of spring,

in a small town,

is the noise of

1,000 lawnmowers

working together,

in unison;

a united front,

to keep the grass

perfect and trim,

unlike the men

pushing the machines.

Liberté, égalité, fraternité

•January 7, 2015 • Leave a Comment

As France mourns,

so does the world.

The sad truth is expose,

as men die in repose.

It’s a sad truth,

in the place we live,

when a coward with a gun,

fears a man with pen.

No holy warrior are you,

but a sad and ignorant fool.

Terrible vision distorts your view,

but the free will continue to rule.

Satire is not inspiration for murder.

Early in the Morning

•November 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Feeling alone feels worse with no alternative; the waves whispered misery.

Recumbent

•October 17, 2014 • Leave a Comment

When you remember,

your most favorite event,

your happiest times,

your fevered worries,

your trauma and pines,

what speed is it in?

 

Does it come without warning

in the slightest of moments,

at the peak of joy,

in the heat of pitch,

when no one is watching,

or do you share out loud?

 

I remember.

As a boy, I tried.

As a man, I tried harder.

As a memory, I hope to succeed.

No matter what speed you choose.

It’s pale lengths of furrowed fantasy grasp tight.

Recall;

recumbent.

Social Media Stinks

•October 3, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Stop trying so fucking hard

to create things out of things that made you happy once.

Every time you make false effort,

it smells like rotting fucking fish.

Look to the future for your ground,

relish the world around you,

find your stance and continue all of the great things that are still to come.

Your life is more than the things that you once loved,

the person you were less than a year ago.

It’s just too bad you will never see.

 

Wear a silly hat and smile at a stranger. It’ll feel far better than bullshit remediation.

 
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