A person's bottom isn't really a person's bottom ~
a person's bottom is really their feet.
I shared this thought with Hilary Clinton Rodham,
and she said she thought ~ that thought was kinda neat.
We're at a place where government can
dehydrate dreams,
change hues with color,
lie on the cross,
and have a fetish phuccing children
as long as the price is right.
To screw an angel
has to be the bottom of the Iceberg.
There’s something at the bottom of This bottle.
I know it.
Not quite sure what it is yet,
But there’s something down there;
There has to be.
Is it a solution?
God no.
Is it a sense of satisfaction?
Most definitely not.
But the process of finding
Whatever it is
Sometimes gives me
A temporary sense of peace.
Sometimes.
Most times though…
Let’s not focus on that.
Focus on the warm and fuzzy feeling
I get from my search.
If it feels this good now,
It has to feel that much better
When I find whatever’s down there.
I don’t know what’s down there,
But I’ll drown trying to find it.
swirls around my
finds my
bottom right incisor.
jagged
pulls away
[bite down]
finds my
bottom right incisor.
bloodied
bottom right incisor.
[swirl, swirl, swirl, swirl, swirl, sw
If you've a yen
(it's not zen)
you may bet your bottom dollar
while integrating yin yang cosmology
Chinese philosopher and scholar
Dong Zhongshu
(good old you know who)
favoured heaven worship results
over and above traditional cults
altho' a man well-read
he often wrote instead
yet to avoid confusion
knowingly said, 'Jump to assumption,
arrive wrong conclusion.'
Let’s admit it and get it out in the open
That happiness is overrated, over emphasized
And hyped to the detriment
Of basic sanity and balance.
But the bottom line
Is that freedom is what we really need
And what when we get
Makes happiness a pleasant impermanence.
(8/3/25)
You know you've hit rock bottom for sure
when you find your track
in a used record store
under a stack at the very back
of the ten pee CD rack
(does anyone buy them anymore?)
and you know you've hit the all-time low
it's a sure bet
when you don't see your song
in any list at all
on the worldwide internet
rock bottom don't get lower than that
from up to down at the drop of a hat
better to be a has-been a player in the game
than a never-was because
they may have been the best of times
and tho' memories will last
I won't spend the rest of my days
living in the past
Rock bottom is a dark lonely place
One people will pray to never see
It's overflowing with the lowest lows
Reminding you of a life full of misery
The select few who are exiled there
Forced to travel God's forsaken road alone
With potholes of pain and lanes of loneliness
This road is where desperation is grown
By the time you notice it will be too late
You will be past any chance of any return
Down this road to a hell on earth
To a pain far worse then a fires burn
Your friends you had will shun you
And worse yet their family will too
Leaving you broken, lonely and scared
Because of the things you chose to do
In the weakest moment of your life
When you need a shoulder to lean on
The pain will overcome you when notice
Everyone that you love is now gone
Once this realization finally sinks in for you
You'll see you have reached your destination
There's a chance you get home safely
Or you will give into deaths determination
Sleep now precious, sleep and rest
I'll open up my treasure chest
And find a little gem for you
Shimmering words that say, I do
I do so love you, this morceau
I do so write for you to know
I do so want to tell you this
I do so long to feel your kiss
Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss,
While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight,
Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars,
And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in.
But I know that this is better than lying to my own being,
To hide from the truths that haunt me in the silence of the night,
For in the lies told to others, I find a temporary refuge,
But the lies told to myself bury me even deeper.
There, in the depths where the moon cannot reach,
Remain the unspoken dreams, the unwritten words,
Like jewels hidden in the dark corners of the mind,
Waiting for the light of sincerity to reveal their shine.
Perhaps the path to truth is dark and full of thorns,
But it is purer than living in a world of illusions,
For between the silence of lies and the voice of truth,
I choose my fangs turned towards the sky, seeking unseen light.
object
be silent
not signed about
take the present
it a meaningful moment
at that cornered life
you scram
behind the bent
stand she and he hide
out
for once and for naught
a single ounce
you got left to sell
comin in a center
miss perfect
deflecting death
shirt coats end polish
pranks and bank shot calling
from my starched abandon
lifetimes no skranton
big world owners and rulers
standard operator error
get blues when?
Naughtiness is the name of my game
Writing serious no longer earns me fame
Seems I'm stuck in a rut
Must write about smut
So my BOTTOM line is I can't be to blame
I am at rock bottom so I ask..
Are you real? Do you hear me?
I realize suffering is necessary
So we may turn to you..
Are you real? Do you hear me?
I am at rock bottom
The only place to look is up..
Are you real? Do you hear me?
I have waited so long in these depths
Any response negative or positive I will believe..
Are you real? Do you hear me?
Best not to be loved widely but deeply.
Not by peers but within oneself.
Love so deeply, down to the warmest part of the Earth’s core.
Rock Bottom.
Pressure so strong, darkness penetrates.
Breaks through the chest, sharpest pain.
Love so deeply, break through the chains.
Climb the stairs from floor to ceiling.
Seconds feel like hours.
Hours feel like days.
But to love so deeply, is to charge through that pain
from the Earth’s core to stars outside the atmosphere
from warm to cold
now from deep to wide
from Rock Bottom to whatever happiness looks like.
tolfd me.. you support me but
I don't suport you
An enemt within is someone
who makes misery in
everything you do.
youqualify but aint gonna
get it
pejorative labeling
all to undermined and position
I can treat you like this
talk to you like that
your underminded
who you think did that
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