Sadness, that I won’t let anyone get close to me
Sooner or later they betray me
Or disrespect me
Why should I bitch?
I have no idea which me is me
So, we I fuck up,
I still win?
Now how does that make any sense?
Reapect myself before I wreck myself?
Nay!
There should be only one set of hands on the wheel….
I’m a dishwasher.
I’m 59 years old, a statistically bleak future with no retirement saved up.
I will likely die poor.
Yet, I have enough ambition and faith in myself to believe that I can change that outcome.
So, no quarter.
I’ll fight until my last breath….
….I came upon a man,
crucified.
He was one among thousands.
The first woman I saw
Among them put
the fear of Rome
In my heart,
But standing before
these men now,
I freed Him….
I am an enemy of Rome.
~ Simone the wonderer
#1
There was a time
I watched the news.
It was always better than any bible, it was Truth.
But was it?
It became political, religious, opinionated.
A lie!
Hatred.
Perhaps it was these things, I was too dumb to know.
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.
What form
of literature this is
I don’t know or
care.
I used to
exclusively play by
these rules
called ‘civility.’
that sits
by it’s cousin
‘gentleman.’
For me,
civility allows
me to respect
and
even cherish
thy enemies,
in speach,
actions
and thought.
But the world
turned away
from these
these rules,
So now I
oppose
the world….
There are very few pretty things to write about at rock bottom.
Here, there is little light, and the mushrooms talk to you if you eat them.
Honestly, I don’t want to sink any further than where I am now. I only want to climb back up this well, and see the light of day….
It should have colors….
…..greens, reddish-brown, red, some colors are vibrant, some are dull….
….prefer a little white fuzziness…..
….with red strains….
….18 to 34 percent….
…..euphoric and/or laid-back….
With good company.
Hard to be alone,
but I am.
True uniqueness means
you’re alone.
No one to learn from.
No one to love.
It’s not a bad life, really.
No conversations that leads
to argument or bloodshed.
The freedom to walk your path.
No more heartaches or distrust.
I will learn and love
Myself, by myself.
And if I have any friends left,
I will only touch them with a
ten foot pole….
There are
No such things as
dreamless nights,
there is only
a lack of awareness.
There are no such things as
a dreamless night,
but the unwillingness
of consciousness to
Be aware.
If only I could
remember the dreams
I ‘never’ had.
Life Raft In The Abyss 