Knowing Or Learning
Miracle Man
4/27/2024
Should any man think, that he knows it all,
he’s setting himself up for a king sized fall.
A mind that’s churning,
Will keep you learning,
So you don’t end up behind the eight ball.
I took that walk thru the forest of redemption
I followed a trail and saw normal people
However, I wasn't one of them
At that time, I was like that hamster on a wheel
Running in circles with the dark side
Dodging the law
Everyday I could be found in a pool hall
Consorting with the cons, crooks and druggies
I continued on that trail
When I did come to a lake I saw my reflection
And in the same light, I saw a thug
That wasn't for me, my piece of pie
I'm more of an admirer of nature
Rabbits, squirrels and singing birds
That's what I wanted, being normal
Seeing the light, seeing the forest
Instead of being on the dark side
Being behind the eight ball
During those years, I wasn't a blossom
Seven years shady under a fruitless tree
That was my spill and spiel
I walked away
I walked away from that sad song
And treadmill
Who cares about a fast buck
... and knowing where I was ...
I much rather be a slow deer
10/23/22
I chose to run, but had I stayed, things would have been like Poetry Contest
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Much of my life I’ve lived behind the eight ball.
More than a few steps behind the rest.
Isolation surrounds my heart like a cloud.
I feel like a prompt for Benaim’s sweet potato,
Every few steps I take forward,
Feels like a giant leap backwards.
I’m trying to get my life going,
But it feels like my path leads nowhere.
There are so many things I want,
However, it feels not meant to be.
Like daily routines I ask and ponder,
About my place in life then wonder.
Will I reach my goals in time,
I feel I’m living so far behind.
The ticking clock never halts,
However, my time on earth is on call.
I’m trying to get in front of the ball,
But if I go too fast, I’m afraid I’ll fall.
I’ve been boxing fear since day one,
And to this point it has assuredly won.
The anxiety boils up inside my bowels and
Presses up under my heart.
Right before it breaks into the back of
My throat and tears my speech apart.
Can't get the words to come out but what flows
Are tears and worry.
Yellow belly emotions, cowardice, and quitting
These thoughts won't leave my mind, it's blurry.
How did I get this way and all jacked up
What lesson did I miss out on?
Under a shell of muscle and uniform
Marine, you good? Can you perform?
I can't explain it. I suppress it with reading and
Many studies. Journaling and blogging and training.
I'm always behind the eight ball though, it is draining
I'm not complaining.
I'm tired and fatigued and don't like the guy
I see in the mirror
Staring back at me with disgust,
and he criticizes, him I don’t trust.
My confidence was sapped years ago and it was
All false and fabricated
The new confidence comes with a price
Pressure and heat to see if I’ll sacrifice
Depending on myself or lean on ‘I AM’
He is always testing me to see if I’ll pass the
Exam.
Who am I going to be?
Me or un-me?
When all the sick
Are put to rest
Train station
And plague ships
Are empty
Retributions are fought
And paid
Nature
Again
Forced from towns
Highways and byways
Rumble and hum
To the movement of mode
Again
White trails
Crisscross the sky
Will it really
Be the same
People can’t blame
Their Gods
Just there wicked
And unhygienic ways
Will malnutrition
Poverty and hunger
Mate
To birth war
And hate
Will the little
Privacy that’s left
Be taken
Stolen
Without consent
Will social capitalism
Be the new bent
Social worth
Based on a social score
The one truth
(Am already behind the eight ball)
Will persecution
Again flourish
Targeting
The Blacks
The Jews
The foreigner
Beggars, pilgrims
Disabled
Women
Will Art
Turn black
With pessimism
And a dance of death
A return of Gothic
And Gargoyles
To accelerate
The wrath
Of Gods
Life
Won’t be the same
What was
Is gone
The flux
Of our existence
Replaced with
What’s to come
Pillows Outside My Sofa'
radiation keeps me from drawing nearer...
that inner pulse to regain the coast
that innocent exposure;
sever the impulse feel large
take a hold of its plain'
let me be the first to explain:
balance for power grand desire
love is the essence outside the circumstance
figure that last stay align in the glance
we are the innocent they are the damned
let me be the first for you to understand
today I sleep down on the floor
in a sequence to call back for more
stay behind the eight ball
the game of change the year
to shed a tear when;
the fragrance to begin
the last to fin
circumstance, to take a part of the dance
hot water to change to cold quickly
Tower of Power & Earth Wind & Fire
wait and see;
sit as a charm to embrace each flame
you are caught up in the game let me explain
borrowed basement pews
bit off more then you could ever chew
nestled in the covers of a brand new you
shadows turned new
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