Hundreds of lives a year, No rest for the wicked they say. But what is so wicked about selling something to feed a baby? When you have nothing to sell but flesh or a high, Is that really your fault? Hundreds of lives a year, Thousands rotting in the cold Or drowning in the rain.Continue reading “Hundreds of lives a year”
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Hundreds of lives a year
Hundreds of lives a year, No rest for the wicked they say. But what is so wicked about selling something to feed a baby? When you have nothing to sell but flesh or a high, Is that really your fault? Hundreds of lives a year, Thousands rotting in the cold Or drowning in the rain.Continue reading “Hundreds of lives a year”
A poem for Liz Warren
Roses are red. Violets are blue. To the shame of this nation. Warren gave Trump a standing ovation.
This Screen
There is something less romantic About the way you read my poems. You hold not the paper I scribbled my soul on But a screen. I write these words on a screen and send it to yours. This screen. These screens connect us, So why do are we so alone? Why is isolation the firsContinue reading “This Screen”
Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation
What goes up must come down Especially egos. Check the ego, kill the ego. This is what buddha taught. Or is this more gibberish from a mad mind? Is it the lies we tell ourselves that make our opinions? “Don’t talk politics this holiday.” Is the credo of the people Who don’t want you toContinue reading “Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation”
So Often We Are Told
So often we are told “It’s human nature.” “It’s always been like this.” “There is nothing I can do.” You’ll cringe at a meme but not at these words? Does jaded fear and hopelessness Not shiver the spine of the unhumbled optimist? It does. So often we are told things that are not true. ThereContinue reading “So Often We Are Told”
The Old Songs In The New Day
A poem.
Simple Advice
A poem
Conceited Notion
Here we are, Another conceited notion At hope for humanity. Wrapped in delusion And on the other side ignorance. Where heart doesn’t exist there is only stone. No one cares when you break stone, No one should. Stone has no use except for building, Heart brings us family, light, and love. But who cares aboutContinue reading “Conceited Notion”
Modern Times
A poem
When The Artist Gets It Wrong
a poem
The Burden of Structure
A poem
Writers Block, A Poem
No ideas, but all the motivation. All the reasons to do it yet no reason at all. Like a marathon, hitting a wall. Just spit it out, Put it on the page! Put it on the Page! Forget if it makes sense, forget the grammar and spell checks. Fuck making sense. Just put it onContinue reading “Writers Block, A Poem”
