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Savor these hard times,
Cherish every drop,
For one day they'll be
far past and behind.

Joy is warm and sweet,
Anger burns the tongue,
Sadness makes its case,
Dressed in smoky char.

Let the others eat
portions meant for kings;
I am far too well
With the bits I find.
Life is a buffet. Waste not a scrap.
em Oct 2019
bite your lip or i'll have to
-
numbed forever more
drown
in my blood
-
an exponential growth in my throat
i guess i never learned
how to escape quicksand
-
feeble again
does anything ever change
-
forever afraid
of dreaming alone
silence overwhelms
-
pulsations radiating throughout my being
the aching heat, unrelenting
answering the void's lonesome song
-
blurred droplets on once-dead wood
valued by connoiseurs from what i gather
-
too many walls around here
too many moats and battlements
guess mine were all for show
-
eyes closed
forever
-
always the same words
when will you stop
why must you always
and the images too
why won't you stop
underexplored ideas and lethargic days
Poetry
Is my life
The words Inspired by my life

The many moments
Acceptance of the new
Cherishing the old

Striving not to be sad
When the moment is unhappy

Sometimes the couch and I wear the same size, sloppy

With age comes wisdom
Can’t do without my reading glasses :)

The many shades of life
Hidden, what’s to be revealed
Expectation

We bow to our gods
Our demigods

Take sides
Give credit where we think
Credit's due

***** at the other

An exercise in hope
Despair, disgust

An act of rebellion
Worship, boredom

A little entertainment
Perhaps

Oh Holy Night is blasting
But it's business as usual

What did we expect?

The Donald's having another
Rad hair day

Merc is mixing up yet another shot
In the arm of the unsuspecting ignorant

Monsanto's engineering one more
Pernicious stew for dinner

World War Three pending
At Arm's Dealers Inc

A trader goes Kachung

A raven drops his doodoo

Really
What did we expect?

Shiny stilettos go clack clack

A homeless man shivers in the rain

The guy on the bike gives ya the finger

Grandma turns on and drops out
Can ya blame her?

Another heart-breaking day
For the broken

A little goodwill
For the willing

Martin Lawrence sneezes
And we can't help ourselves

Hilarious

Charley Sheen loses his knickers
In repeat spin

Another bad news nugget
For the rag-mags

What did he expect?

The jingle bells jingle

It's tinsel time again
The gift can go bye bye in the mayhem

In this the season of high expectation
It's good to have less expectation
To worry less, to feel more

Share
See what happens
Expect a miracle
or
Expect nothing

The gift
Ah the gift

The present
Presence

That is all
What did I expect?

2015 for the present
expectation, disappointment, duality, mayhem, bikes grandma, stilettos, clackclack, presence, gift.


I am a fractured soul
A broken man
Fragmented
and destroyed
into tiny pieces

Left with sharp edges,
misshaped parts
and empty spaces

A jigsaw puzzle
I continuously work
A never ending project
attempting to reassemble

But like a shattered vase
glued back together,
it's not quite the same
What was pristine and beautiful
is now just something I resemble




Written: March 18, 2018

All Rights Reserved
animals attained angst amongst anvils
beautifully bound bruises bought
crimson crown crushed
collision course
calamity
defeats
down
dots
do
in
jean jacket
jewelrys jaded
kneading knots
knowing lots
leanining
learns
little
more more more
many more means
motivated keenly
necessities never needed
notions numbing numbers
obviously overriding ovaries
ovulation opens opal orion
questions quickly quest
questions
relevancy
resembles
rioting
roots
to
the
table
ta­lking
telepathic
tumbler
tiring
toes
under
unbiblical
unification­
vicariously
victory
veins
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...
..
.
alpha
...
..
.
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2016
and then the fleeting hours
go through the pains
and the tiny bits of happiness
on repeat

i'm glad they don't just leave


--Watercolour
Julie Grenness May 2016
Here's a tale of the future, it's
Big things from small particles, bits,
Called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's
Our future ahead, Nano bits!
Feedback welcome. Bit of a riddle.
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