I used to watch the evening news,
then I stopped, to only watch it online.
All declared, all is well: business as usual.
I can see the ribbs,
I can see the lack.
Mean while, all is well: business as usual.
Category: Poetry
A kind of cowardice?
I will never find it,
The answers I seek,
I’m nothing more
Than a cat chasing a
beam of Light.
But pursue them I will,
I have nothing better to do.
It’s a wonderful life….
I laid in bed
with nothing to do.
I watched bad movies
with unfulfilling plots.
I read old books,
(I’ve read them before,
nothing new or useful….)
I failed the flu test,
so I can’t go back to work
my unfulfilling job,
So I can continue to rent out
My roach motel.
It’s a wonderful life….
Second Chances
Sweet land of liberty,
why is it that there is so little
liberty?
If you’re a citizen, you should have
stockpiles of liberty, with
I’m proud of my country,
but my country isn’t proud of me.
Running everyday,
will help me be fit.
This is my shore.
This is my focus.
Extra baggage
They said it would
rain today,
But there’s not a cloud in the sky.
People carry umbrellas,
so they don’t get wet.
I lost my umbrella long ago,
And sometimes I got wet.
But then I survived the rains
and haven’t replaced mine.
Life should not always be
comfortable.
Purpose?
I walked by
a guy, long
weathered
beard,
setting in
A retailers
door way….
Is this his purpose?
There are suits everywhere,
but half of them
have tears….
Are they just cogs,
Or is this their purpose?
Some say the gods assigns
purpose,
but….
Couldn’t we do this
Ourselves?
Couldn’t we be Gods?
Hmm…it titles’ itself.
I don’t know
‘Why’ I so long to
leave the world.
I mean, I’ve already
declared that I
was an alien,
and that I don’t
know you guys.
It kinda
got bad
when I
disappear,
And my
problems
were
Still
too.
Untitled #4
Your boot on your,
enemy’s neck,
feeling it’s
life breath
leave….
The dying
face suddenly
Changes….
to someone weak,
or
You trruly loved.
Does your boot
waver or
slacken?
Or keep
the pressure on
Until dead?
Before you go to war….
Give yourself a haircut.
Cut off locks that represents peace
As a practice in discipline.
Do your best to maintain.
I, Non-human
2020 was hard
On my soul,
But I healed up
scarred and
burned.
Ol’ George Floyd
told me that
society
and
the
human race
were worthless.
No,
your value
haven’t increased,
it’s worth less
than halve
of 2020’s
value….
Life Raft In The Abyss 