A poem from my wayward youth, when I used to ponder my existence.
Why do we take the joker out of the deck? The comedian knows more than the journalist, and the Jester was the king’s adviser. It is easy to keep your distance if we laugh at the messenger instead of killing them. Why do we take the joker out of the deck? Does the dealer fearContinue reading “Why Do We Take The Joker Out of The Deck? (Poem)”
Perfection Is A Waste of Time You can’t go to hell if you are already there, And perfection is the death of art. The pursuit of perfection, Is the birth of mediocrity. Mediocrity can be no one’s muse. But perfection is tedium, Soulless and tedious. These words to the wordsmith, are trivial repetitive garbage. SoulContinue reading “Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)”
War, no, fear, no, Crime, no, Game! Simply game! Game for identity. Game for group and safety. Game for instinct, Game for the pursuit but not gain of truth. But what is to gain truth? What is to gain knowledge? Where is any truth? Is this my page? Is this my night? Damn this me!Continue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 4”
I did not mean it, I did not mean to, I did not wish to burn my scripts and lines but I did, I did it as a projection of my own dreary ways. Blue hearts to black, that is the lyric, that is what I did with my poetic paints, So forevermore, I mustContinue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 3”
A rare site indeed. Work for the sake of work. Play for the sake of play. Has it truly never been done? Never even attempted in this constant constrained pursuit we call life? Balance, Plain and simple. True, balance. October 19, 2014
No force or strings, bribes, promises or laws will keep me from my stake and claim. The time has come for the fight once feared, now bragged about, cold is end of the sad day when you turn to a retreat more shameful than the french. The cities belong to the pedestrians but they wereContinue reading “Your word Your place, Your work Your Mark”
What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11