What a Life

We live within our inadequacies. 

Screaming at the news about our failing system, we scream and then go about our day.

The world crumbles around us yet we walk through our misery with our narrow vision, focusing only on survival. 

We work all day to have our money stolen by our government, and our lenders. We barely get through our mundane week only to squander our short weekend on mindless, uselessness. Drinking to quite our weary minds to fall asleep and awaken to the harsh reality all over again. I'm no nihilist, but I'm getting closer every day...

Blackberries

The sun was high and the air was hot,

As we walked through the fields of blackberry plots.

My great grandmother and I, we picked and picked,

Until our baskets were full and our fingers were pricked.

We talked about life and love and all that's in between,

As we walked through the fields of blackberry green.

The sun began to set and the sky turned red,

As we made our way back to the house ahead.

We sat on the porch and ate blackberry pie,

As we watched the fireflies light up the sky.

My great grandmother smiled and said with a sigh,

"Life is like blackberries, sweet but fleeting, so don't let it pass you by."

Podcast 6/8/2023

Death of a Brother

The clock strikes midnight, the world is still The darkness creeps in, a chill to kill The wind it howls, a mournful sound As I stand here, on hallowed ground For my brother is gone, to a place unknown His soul now lost, forever alone The tears they flow, a river of pain As I try to come to terms with this painful gain Oh how I wish, he was still here To share his laughter, his love so dear His absence it lingers, a haunting ghost As I struggle to move on, but I am lost The night it draws in, as I sit here alone Remembering all the memories, once we had known The candle flickers, a wisp of light As I whisper softly into the night "Farewell my brother, until we meet again, Your life was brief, but you left a mark, On my soul, on my heart, forever more, Your memory will live, forevermore."

Podcast 4/8/23

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Screaming at Birds

He's turned into an old mad man, screaming at birds to get off his car. 

Throwing handfuls of pebbles at them like a grunting ape. 

All intellect fades away and morphs into a drooling moron, incapable of any sort of critical thinking.

A cynical nihilist begging for each sunrise to bring the end. 

Slowing killing himself but doesn't have the heart to speed it up. 

Oh what he became. 

His memory shouldn't and will not ledger, for the rest of us will feel heavy for an instant but we will move on.