Friday, August 15, 2014

Tired

Sleep deprivation slowly consumes me on this warm, August day...
Exhaustion takes over my mind, shutting down all non essential systems...
Flickers of my subconscious play out like debating versions of irony on an animated screen. What's real anymore? The only thing I know for certain is that my pain is real. I know I'm still alive because I can feel the sun on my face. I can feel my tired heart. Distorted media images can always be dismissed. What can you really believe anymore? Conspiracy whispers into my eager ears, and yet in this condition, I still am confused. I'd love to be the optimist, as some think I can be, but is that me? Is that reality? I suppose I am jaded beyond my years, and that's no real surprise... Just an old man on my porch screaming at the phantom kids to get off my imaginary lawn... Wake me when it's over...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The week

 
As I sit outside on an unauthorized smoke break, I notice the cold, chain link fence in which I am encased. The world is going on outside, without me. This dark week has been filled with disturbing images of genocide. Of tortured animals. I've really noticed just how ugly the world has become. I try not to cast dark dispersion upon my private prison, and it seems trivial when the outside is worse than the inside. I've heard of terrible human disease and sickness. Of hunger and despair. I learned of the suicide of my favorite clown and of the darkness of a city in chaos. Yeah, I'd say this week has been, for lack of better words, pretty fucked up. I can only hope for a crack of light to flood under my virtual prison door. I can only hope that this week ends soon.

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Again


Here we are again...
Strangers still...
Here comes the pain again...
Time for another pill...
I hear those screams again...
As the dark fights with the light...
I think of you again,
as I sweat in the August night...
The air is still and dead,
like the whispers in my head...
I drink one more and with a sigh, I stumble off to bed...

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

God

Where is God?
Is she asleep?
The world is on fire...
Where's the Shepard of the sheep?
Please tell me she's not dead.
Ignoring the voices in my head.
Maybe she's playing bridge in a galaxy far away.
Leaving us to our devices, until the end of days...
Perhaps she's tired of false confessions, and frivolous prayers...
Maybe it's that she just simply doesn't care...

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Sanity

What is sanity anyway? Is it some antiquated notion of normalcy? Is it the cookie cutter idea of social conformity? Who is to say someone is insane? I guess they learn that within the confined, disconnected halls of academia, as they hand out doctor degrees on a greased conveyor belt... And they call me cynical... With the world on fire, and society collapsing into the iPhone abyss, where is that once clear line between the insane and the righteous? Never mind me. I'm on a rant. Pondering and getting ever closer to subscribing to the cards in useless magazines.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Dream


I try to be magnanimous towards the insanity in which I find myself entrenched. I try to be the rock in this flimsy world. I Float high above my hospital bed. I see tiny lights surrounding me as I drift peacefully into the still nothingness. I fly high above this tyrannical fascist world, onto a plain where there is no war. Lies swirl around my head like annoying, little fucking mosquitoes, sucking droplets of sanity with each unassuming bite. The truth shines in the distance, blinding me with its self-righteousness. Doubt infiltrates my placid thoughts, and I'm thrown into triumphant obscurity. As I begin my decent through the warm summer sky, I hear the ringing of a phone. I awaken in my own bed... It was all but a dream. I could use a drink about now, and try to figure out what all of this means, or I could go back to sleep, and simply dream another dream....

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Summer day


I walk out into the punitive sun. I feel its stinging rays burn my skin...
Just then a sudden storm appears.
The rain washes away all of my sins...
Steam rises from the hot ground as the storm goes on its way...
The sun appears from the cloak of gray...  Just another summer day....

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I am student of life, poet, writer, musician, and a part-time philosopher. I have a wife, four daughters, a son in college, and two small dogs...