Seven deadly sins
within myself it begins
Every little lie built up
Now compromise for
Anger~
I lost control
Gave it up
And screamed for my soul
Lust~
I stared with such need~
Every barren love
Left me yearning for a seed~
Envy~
I was wanting to be you~
You looked so happy while i was so
Blue~
Gluttony took over and said
Eat it all until your dead
Greed told me
That I
could make it real
Take it all
In fact, just steal
Sloth told me that I could stay still
Let the water flow past
Make it real
Finally pride stepped in and said-
Nobody beats me, im the best at what i've led
Seven deadly sins
like snakes crawling up my spine
Reasons to begin
But feelings start to feel sublime...
I was right.
Sucker punched anyway.
They say that those turning right go first every time.
But like wasps-
Anger leads direction.
I feel pungent as spinach that gets spit out.
Yeah, I was right about this and that.
And other stuff that beats me up inside because I could ramble on and keep being correct forever.
The right of way in this world.
Means that I should turn right now and again.
I was right as a ragged breath in a runner.
I was right as a caterpillar’s cocoon getting so tough.
I was right.
And it feels like a participation trophy anyway.
Salty like slight oceans, the tears start to fall
Gravity pulls them down to the pool of beginning
When the hours slipped way by-why was I upset again?
My boots branched down brick pathways to seek the water
I'll run past home cities, the sun beats me to the south
Crunching leaves make the sounds of crumbling worries
I search far and wide for the venom which is eye secretions
Oh, my dear sunshine friend, have you begun to steal them?
After crusades to crush my curiosity about where they have gone
My tears were slurped like a soft drink by a being called the Sun
Stayed alone at home
Maybe I wasn't so alone
Wandering thoughts as I hear footsteps
Looking around, yet no one in sight
My illusion?
Beats me.
Headphones loud, eyes focused on the screen
A faint shadow passed by
Was it my imagination?
Hope so.
I look around but there's no one
As I turn around, I feel something tighten around my neck
I gasp and struggle yet I can't win
Suddenly, I turn around and there's nothing.
4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.
Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit
They say all it takes is just a call
Down the rabbit hole you fall
Running down an empty hall
I cant seem to recall
If it’s really worth it all
Looking out the window, all
I hear is a loud rainfall
Beats me staring at a wall
Or downing pints of alcohol
Not afraid for if i fall
The flowers I’ll receive by haul
I’ll feel better overall
4:09:05 is my call
underwater misfortune
finding a hidden miracle
in mistakes properly learned from
so used to failure
i crack the codes of the rudiments of reversal
of mistakes properly learned from
i now play chess with life
life always wins because i
have no idea how to play
i move on to going back to
being a veteran amateur
of knowing nothing
the beauty of the mirror
mirror on the wall is
primarily up to me
as i swim up to the
surface of the water for
much needed air, the sperm
whale of life beats me to it
and forces me back down with
the impact of its impact
A trembling earth
panics and cracks
tortured and teased
by the bullying wind
the ground gives in
cornered by gusts
and my red maple falls
ripped at the roots
the windstorm’s fury
fizzles to a breeze
and people move on
swayed by the sunlight
I watch
from my knees
in the dirt
of my garden
as an arrogant sun
beats me with heat
how they relish the rays
that freckle my skin
and bask in the breezes
that mock me
while I brown
like the leaves
of my pink bleeding hearts
left to wither
in the bright, sunny remnants
the passing storm fades
behind a clear sky
taking with it
the menacing wind
and the shade
from my fallen red maple
The bell rings out loudly, signals the start,
must earn my keep through the pugilist’s art,
my foe is a tall one, beats me in reach,
to get in close my trainer sought to teach,
where those long arms won’t do him any good,
but right now his jabs hit link planks of wood,
I bob and weave, and I duck some of them,
but he’s a trip-hammer, again and again.
Duck and dive in, swing straight for hit gut,
just missing his skull, and a nasty headbutt,
like old Marciano, I pound at his ribs,
to steal the man’s breath, like Mickey Ward did.
He grimaces, struggles, but doesn’t play tough,
just does the smart thing, and ties my arms up,
the ref break us up, both of us can breathe,
then jabs come again, my eye starts to bleed,
but I break the jab, and drive close on in,
the blood just the cost for getting near him;
a hard way to make a dollar, that’s true,
but what else is a man like me to do?
I’ve known all along that I ain’t that smart,
and always got by on muscle and heart.
Grief holds me in bed
Beats me down
Destroys my mind
I can't bring myself to face it.
Maybe I am not allowed in the society
Maybe I am not fitting in the society
But wait
what society?
The society who beats me with rods?
Or the society Who crushes me by there vehicles?
Or the society where we are selled in the negotiable prices?
Ahh..or society who throw the stones towards me?
Or the society who tries there best to make me feel died even by living?
Or the society where we are kept in the cages?
Or the society who chase my hunger?
Maybe we are not fitting in the society or maybe we aren't meant to be fitted!
But ready to expel there karma!
I guess maybe now you all have guessed who I am?
Some people call me there therapy
Some people call me there headache
Some aren't meant to be called
But
In my opinion
I am the best creature in the whole universe with four paws and one tail..??
Motivation, inhibition
Ambition, depression
Where do they come from
Are they curse or blessing
Curiosity, lethargy
Bliss, reluctance
We’ve all felt them
Perhaps more than once
Emotions and feelings
Where do they start ...
From the head or the heart
Beats me ~ I’m not that smart
The trees unfurl their buds and blossoms cheer.
Howdy-do Spring…achoo…grab a tissue.
Grass grows Godiva-strong. It’s as I fear -
For all your beauty brag, I’ve an issue.
Here goes: my t-shirt clings with salty-sweat.
The sun is harsh…it’s heart beats me to death.
There is no pool in sight…I’m not cool-wet.
I’m sick of lemonade, its stinking breath.
Forget the drilling of Carpenter bees
and clouds of gnats as I relax outside.
The dive-bombers, abuzz - I’m ill at ease.
The insect fog does follow close, my stride.
Season attacks - Spring’s not all its beauty.
Jack Frost…better off when he’s on duty.
1/31/2023
Spring Is Not All
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
no one told me it would hurt like this.
like sandpaper scraping through my veins.
head pounding, body aching,
tied and bound with chains.
they never explained the pain I'd feel
or the way my body would shut down.
straining against a sea full of destructive things
and I fear that I might drown.
I don't think I can continue
this is far too much to bear
I crave the habits that numbed the pain
that pulled me out of this despair.
the pills used to set me free,
and I'd drink until I slept
now reality beats me down
the title of sobriety is the only thing I've kept
I miss the times I couldn't feel
the times I can't remember
I don't want to feel this way
just a blink away from a bender
being sober feels like torture
I need the drug-induced bliss
I know this is what's best for me
but no one told me it would hurt like this.
k.s.<3
Well behaved women rarely make history, he said.
I wondered who had hit this guy bam in the head.
This is something women say, but we rarely hear it from a man.
I am an artist and a poet, he explained as only a creative being can.
So, you are urging women to live their truth, to dance and sing?
I urge them to jump around, whirl, twirl, and let their ideas fling.
I was more impressed with each word this guy utilized that day.
Glad to finally find out that he had daughters, all born in the month of May.
Gemini loves playing. She likes being the odd man out.
Gemini wants to toot a horn, to let her words out in a shout.
Gemini is not socialized and never wants to ever be.
Are your daughters Gemini? I asked. Don’t know, he said. Beats me!
What do you call four tigers lounging together?
A bevy, a flock, a herd, or a pride? —beats me,
Beauty in the tall grass, they’ve devoured a goat
Now resting together under a lone savannah tree.
Exquisite cats free in the wild and yawning wide
In mid-afternoon, the sun is summer tropical hot,
Soft purr of a safari trekker nears with a guide
When quiet is shattered by a thundering shot.
The remaining three lunge headlong into the bush
Unharmed, unaware of the cruelty of humans,
Or the whereabouts of their own in the rush.
Unsafe in their habitat from becoming tokens,
Testimony to the frivolity of uncaring fools,
Whose bravery exists only behind powerful weapons.
Written July 29, 2022
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