Saturday, November 22, 2014

Six days

I just spent six days in darkness under an all-consuming light...
A place where time stood still...
There was no day, and was no night...
I cried out to God from the cold, concrete floors...
It was hard to hear anything through the heavy, locked doors...
On the sixth day God spoke and I admitted my sin...
A peace washed over me a little after ten...
I lost several things in those six horrible days...
But now I can see things clearly, for God has taken away all haze...

Friday, November 07, 2014

tHe nOrMs

I'm surrounded by the norms...
Church-going, happy soberites;
coldly glancing at the freak in the cage...
Bubbly, laughing norms,
discussing what they watched on TV...
They have no visible troubles,
other than what to ware..
My life spills on the floor,
as I try to hide in the open air...
I hear their hushed whispers, as I enter the room...
Maybe they were just talking about how to make violets bloom...
I'm paranoid and nervous around these alien life forms...
They follow the rules and drive new cars...
I am the freak, and they are the norms...


 

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Thin Ice

 
With every wrong step and indiscretion I make, the fragile ice cracks under my feet. It's enviable that I will violently crash through the ice, and scream out to no one. The ice creaks and crackles with every disgusting addiction I take on. I walk along the cracking ice, ignoring the signs all around. And when they drag me from this frozen lake, the scarce mourners will only shake their heads with disgust, and no sympathy will be found. I can almost feel the ice water fill my lungs. I can feel myself turn numb. I stand on the precarious thin ice alone. Just a matter of time now before I'm gone.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Believe


I don’t believe in psychics, or preachers on TV…

I don’t believe in Bigfoot, or a lost city in the sea…

UFOs bore me… Stories of ghosts are all untrue…

There may not be an afterlife, but I believe in you…

Yes, I believe in you…

I’ve lost faith in the congress, and this fascist government…

I don’t believe the news, or a word from the president…

I don’t believe in magic; if I did, I’d be a fool…

There may not be a heaven, but I believe in you…

Yes, I believe in you…

I missed you before I met you… I loved you before I knew…

You may not believe in me, 

But I believe in you…

Monday, October 27, 2014

Hole

 
Down the rabbit hole I go...
Slowly at first, then a little faster everyday...
I free fall through the blackness, hitting the walls on the way...
I am a gust of wind... A shadow... A memory....
Lost in the gray, on a hazy October day...
I am about to lose my mind and soul...
Pray for me now as down the hole I go...

Monday, October 13, 2014

Storm

 
I can speak in platitudes of the sincerity of life and death. Both hold special meaning to me. Have you ever been to the brink? When you are so numb, all you hear is imaginary crickets, and all thought processes cease? And in those few moments you don't exist. Perhaps that's what death is like. Nothingness. What a depressing thought. What if this is the only life we get? What if all our faith is merely rice paper that could be destroyed by a gentle rain. What if God is a fairy tale designed to keep our morals at bay? What if ravenous storms that destroys everything in their path are merely random acts of mercy. If that storm devours me while I sleep, may the secrets I gave you, you secretly keep...

Just another day

I sit watching the hawks soar through the violent, October breezes; across the thinly painted trees. Thinking of everything and nothing as I wait on a mundane bench. I hear the mechanics with their air wrenches as slowly my tire is replaced. I notice everyone, and can almost tell what their lives are like from a mere glance. My mind never sleeps or rests or slows. Madness is where I'm most comfortable. It is a chaotic, gentle place. Sometimes I don't think I'll even make it through the day. Sometimes I get so lost, I'm not sure if I left or if I stayed. Complaining about what I don't have doesn't change a thing. All I know at this point, is this is just another day...

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

The Rain

 
Will things ever get better?, he says in a rhetorical tone. No, whispers the perpetual bad guy from a dead cell phone. Is there anyway we can rebuild this broken, burned down bridge? No, replies the same voice as he grabs a cold beer from the fridge... Pop another pill and forget it, as my life slides down the drain...  You are going to get wet when you're too stupid to come in from the rain... You hate me, fine. I hate you too. You want me out? What am I to do? I guess I'll rot in this open grave. I suppose I'm getting exactly what I gave... So as I listen to The Midnight Special play with the background of an impending storm, I recall my father, for which I still mourn. I'm slowly starting to see that this bad guy isn't real. He's just part of this bubbling cauldron of emotion that appears whenever I feel. He tells me to tell lies. He threatens me by fear. I think I'll shoot him tonight, as soon as I finish this beer.

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