So, you're telling me that you can be
a dirtbag for your entire earthly life...
Wreak havoc on the community and all of mankind.
Then, on the deathbed, accept Jesus-ask for forgiveness.
Then everything's alright?
I don't agree with it at all.
This scale is unbalanced and highly flawed.
Seems to me this last-minute soul is cutting in line.
Slipping Saint Peter, a mickey, the golden Jesus ticket
Slithering through the pearly gates...
While the souls of Mother Theresa and Dali lama circle the drain.
Go to where the air runs thinnest
where snow leopards stalk granite paths
where prayer flags slap cherry-faced spirits
where nature is conceived... unforgiving
go to where the air is thinnest-
Go to where hearts caress the clouds
mountain goats walk the path of dirtbag ghosts
Where oxygen is more cherished than gold
Where visions tumble from red-knuckled clouds
into rucksacks of the wizened who've earned them.
Go to where grandfather blizzard is unforgiving
Go to where the air is thinnest.
Go far away from where you're at now.
Far from the riotous and caliber crowds.
Go to where the visions are clearest.
Where mountaintops go unvisited.
Where rewards are measured in star-dusted breaths.
Where nature dances under blue avalanche.
Go to where the air is thinnest... and live!
I was 18 when we met.
I still remember sliding my hand in yours
As we introduced ourselves.
It didn't take me long to want you.
I watched as you sang, dancing around the bar.
And I knew you were too good for me.
But our friendship blossomed,
You invited me to your show
And smiled when you saw I actually came.
January 1 2018 we had our first kiss.
Drunkenly in the bar,
In front of all our friends.
I would remember that moment for a lifetime.
Thinking you would too.
September 6 2019
It's been months since I last saw you.
My heart swelled with joy when you wrapped your arms around me.
We had an actual conversation that night.
Your arm around me.
We couldn't stop smiling at each other.
Teenage dirtbag.
The was the song playing in the background when you kissed me.
You told me it felt so right.
You asked me out.
1095 days.
That's how long I've wanted you.
I chose you 1095 days ago.
And I'll continue to choose you.
I met my daughter's boyfriend and he's a thug.
He's a low life piece of trash who deals drugs.
When I told him to leave my house, he pulled out a knife.
He thought he was bad, he thought I would beg for my life.
That piece of scum thought he could scare me, that is what he believed.
I kicked the knife out of his hand and a beating was what he received.
I punched him over and over and gave him seven karate chops.
He fell to the floor and you should've seen how fast he dropped.
He became my daughter's ex-boyfriend after I threw him out the door.
Now she's mad at me because guys are too scared to ask her out anymore.
Low life dirtbags are the only type of guys that my daughter will date.
If she brings another boy to my house, he's someone who I'll castrate.
(This is a fictional poem.)
it smells like sex in here he said as
he walked into the bedroom
it's time to put some clothes on
we have a busy day
she only has one request
before she can get up
a jack daniels on ice
that's what she needs
to start this thing out right
here are your panties and bra
and what was your name again?
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