Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Little pills

 
We are all too eager to place the little pills on our shaking tongues.
Academic idiots force their good intentions, as they lay in bed with corrupt chemical pushers.
Our tvs are inundated with ads for the latest, greatest snake oils that promise our meaningless little lives a few moments of relief. Side effects may include losing your soul.
When did we all become so sick? When did not paying attention in school become a disease?
Take the blue ones to calm you. Take the white ones to kill your pain. Take the orange ones to wake you up, and focus your aim. Take the pink ones to feel great. Take the green ones even though they're fake. And as we choke down our placebos, washing them down with false hopes of healthier lives, in the end, everyone still dies...

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Firefly

 
I see the small flashes of the last remaining fireflies in the dark September sky. A couple of stragglers, unaware that even in the warm night, that summer is drawing to an end. Apparently they had not received the memo the rest of their brothers had. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one aimlessly flying around, clueless to the enviable change. Goodnight lost little fireflies. Goodnight kindred spirits of the warm September night...

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Summer

 
The hot wind blows through the asphalt parking lot like a massive hair dryer. I wipe the sweat out of my eyes to adjust the vents, as the AC struggles to cool the van. It's 4:32 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. My mundane day has almost reached its end. Even with the AC blowing in my face, I can't escape the horrible heat. I breathe in the wet, heavy air with a slight despondent sigh. Summer... That magical time of year when in my youth, I escaped school for three glorious months of leisure. Now summer is just an uncomfortable time that I pray passes soon into the loving, less humid arms of autumn. Soon I will be bitching about the cold and my outrageous heating bill. The only time of year that my incessant complaining is at a minimum, is the brief fall. Something about the cooler weather and falling leaves puts my soul at ease. As I excessively sweat and struggle for breath, I look forward to the painted trees and the chilly mornings. So to my inconvenient friend, I look forward to your exit, as soon I will welcome my new friend, called the fall.

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...

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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...