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Bubble burst

If you want
To go out
Have a drink
Shake a leg

Take a bet
Take a chance
Win or lose
Have a dance

I don't really care

I don't care
All that much
Come and go
 it - so?

Have a run
Getting fit
I don't really
Give a...

What do you want
Do you know
Please yourself
Let it - go

Take a risk
Feet first
Jump right in
Bubble - burst

If you think about, how you live your life
What do you want to leave behind?
I want to see the world, I want to know that I
Did the very best that I could

I pissed myself
I'm getting old
It was warm
It went - cold

Do you love?
Is that enough?
Are you the one?
I think I'm done.


(This poem is dedicated to sertraline)

Down the Rabbit Hole

Everything has been said. 
Everything has always been said before. 
I open a page in a notebook and try to say it again,
Only differently. 
A new way of saying the same thing – 
Feeling the same feeling 
That at this very moment only I can feel 
Despite the billions of other people that inhabit this planet 
at exactly the same time as me. 
What are the chances of that? 

I put on my hat- 
My coat, 
And my shoes. 
And I take the dog out. 
I hope he shits so I can relax 
Get into the thing that can take me to the place. 

I know I will get there 
But the sacrifice tears the soul like a rabid dog 
Consuming my sanity one word at a time 
Until madness is all that is left on the page, 
Burning and searing my eyes into teary submission. 
A small price to pay, I suspect 
For a return visit.

On the Verge

On the Verge 

Every hand is pocket bound,
eyes lifted from the TV’s hallowed glow.
Breath is released in a low sigh; 
worming, squirming, squat.

Thrust out of bounds in tandem,
nothing is done alone.
You’re seen, you’re sought, you’re it,
maybe you need a pill?

Vomit is on the upswing,
visual stimulation overload.
Brain cells can’t sort this one out,
tears are dry as bones.

Your neck is turned full sideways,
the punch is coming on fast,
Quick reaction is not your strong suit,
fall to the floor, break like glass.

What is happening to this picture,
not set, not neat, not bound?
Houses, cars, children, stores,
benchmarks strewn by the way

You’re in need of a clutch hit,
your world is stumbling on.
Detachment, resentment, complacence,
smug on your rug as a bug.

Happiness is a gun over-warmed,
second hand shits on a turd.
Feet of clay encased in cement,
your vomit is now overboard.

11/11/17

I'M Begging All Scientists, Do Not Even Try

I'm begging all scientists, do not even try,
To make an elephant out of a fly.
Such creature, when job will be a fully complete,
Will fly like a fly and like an elephant shits!

I'M Cynical of Polly

Julia Ward free verse contest: Polly in politics

I'm Cynical of Polly

They say she's pretty, Polly,
even though she shits on the media,
content to repeat 
whatever her keepers teach for a bit of golden carrot.
Yes --
she's a real polly-tician!

Naughty Parents

Children are naughty little shits 

Who behave like their parents

The Man In Trouble

I wish for you,
Everyday everwhile!
I go on my way,
Even if its summer!

I will follow this,
Till you get cleared!
All through the shits,
You be so pissed!

I will make you out of it,
Just have faith ,
And show your teeth!

Leave all stuff on its own,
It will crawl away...
In the ground,
Leaving you a crown...

Nuisance

I don't fight with fists but with words in a flow, your **** is the fertilizer, it's just helping me grow, steady and slow, I'm planted and ready to put on a show, so just shut your mouth and take notes from a pro

I'll slap you with a dollar cause you cry over two cents, I'm a nuisance, my shits from the future while your flow is past tense

I don't talk crap, I wipe it off of my shoes, I've solved the mystery, you're looking for clues, you're searching for views while I'm creating the news and hitting the cues, with this pen in my hands you know that I never lose and when you see me on top you'll be belting the blues.

and when I'm in battle I'm not on the attack, I'm just grasping at ways to stay on the right track, just give me a hit over a thirty rack, cause I'm just trying to handle this growing weight on my back, all the while praying, please cut me some slack..

Wake Up

So tired, so beat, but still have so much to do so it's back on my feet. 
No one else will do it for me I learned that long ago. 
Shits not gonna do itself time to pick up my things and go.
Work so hard for others, can't wait till I'm working for me.
Maybe then just for a second I could get some rest finally.
Till then it's gonna be wake up early, work real late.
No reason to argue, it's not up for debate.
If I'm going to make it, I'm gonna have to take it.
So this feeling of exhaustion I just have to shake it.
Maybe one day I won't have to work like this maybe win the lottery.
Think I think too much, me win the lottery! Definitely asking for too much. My apology.

Standstill

A moment comes,
A life turns,
Like a knife it turns,
So deep to hold
So intense like a smashed cork in the eye
A hit that drains smiles
A feeling of shiver on winter
A time comes that one opts for a rest.
That better could life pile the file
That a nonstop sleep could do better
When it takes a new path
Showing a new fierce look
Friends leave untold
Success sucks the sense off the fence
The taste of tasteless
Its real,real as RE is,
That life shits on all, none dies a virgin
We all are hit hard and hurt
But this means not the end
For an end ain't an end while 'b' exists
And never done while you can eliminate the 'd'
For long we blind our eyes with tears
We mist our vision and lose our focus
We miss the sight of light to fight on
We lose chances of change for a better
For a clogged mindset is a log to let in a thought.
Doing more harm than arms do.

Love Thy Universe

Every time that you expect the worse,
You’re allowing your mind to be consumed by an invisible force,
I promise you that life is so much easier when you just allow life to take its course,
And you won’t be full of hate and remorse,
You’ll be your own knight in shining armor on a white horse,
For believing in the universe is the absolute source.
	
The universe promises you both good and bad karma,
If you’re still not convinced I suggest looking up Dalai Lama,
Just one space with no commas.
	
I’ve been at my worse but I’ve also been at my best,
With happiness I want to be obsessed,
My heart yearns for it and refuses to rest,
Yet trying not to force anything is likely to be the safest bet.
And though there are things in life that can make you fret,
It’s best and healthier to live your life carefree with no regrets,
And with me being a Taurus once I tell myself something my mind is set,
For being a bull is something in my blood that’s set,
And apart of being a bull makes me stubborn which is something that I’m not afraid to admit,
I live my life for me and for the people that wronged me, I could give two shits,
The person who I am now reluctantly just fits.

Fox, Rat and Cat

Fox, Rat And Cat

Now Felix was a cat,
That hung out with a rat,
The rats name, Scat Rat Lou.

They formed a band duo,
That was way out cool,
And their fan base grew and grew.

Felix, he played the skins,
It was just for shits and grins,
But man could he bang out a beet.

While Scat Rat Lou,
Always dressed in blue,
His horn, a major cool treat.

They needed a voice,
Foxy Roxy, their choice,
And so the two became three.

They’d jam through the night,
What a far out sight,
And yet their concerts were always free.

So if you’ve nothing to do,
I’ll say this to you,
You should check out this most awesome band.

For a rat fox and cat,
They know only that,
Their sound flows all through the land.

The Deadly Seven

My father wandered in like he always did
wearing his pride like a decades old varsity Letterman jacket
too stuck on what used to be to realize that his life was just as crappy and cracked as the jacket
too proud to ask for help
so he just sat on his recliner all day, out of a job and out of shits to give
looking like a hairy motionless two-timing two-toed sloth
thirsting lustfully after the women he studied in his magazines
and quenching that thirst with bottle after bottle of Jack
you could almost hear the bottle crying out his confessions as he drank 
"glug glug glut gluttony"
the smell of alcohol masked only by the stench of the envy he felt for his younger self
and yet at the same time amplified by the anger he had for growing old

My father, a class A stand up guy.


1/27/16

Boomerang

Can't get rid,
tried wiping on the mat.
Shits too ingrained
the smell just lingers.

Fumigation is futile,
I can't escape.
You just won't leave
Please go go go.

I think at last
you're gone for good.
Then STRIKE,
Back once again.

Leaving's so hard
for you to get.
Don't  boomerang
Please, go go go.

You and Me

When did we stray, I mean somewhere we came off course.
Every time we argue we're abusing that dead horse.

You say I'm acting crazy maybe I am a bit deranged,
but given everything that I took on, do you really find that strange?

Mountains out of molehills? Well shits bound to pile up
and if, the love it runneth over, why can't I seem to fill my cup?

When conversations leave us locked in chains,
We're just left to make sense of the mess that remains.

We pick up the pages and study the word,
but the opinions and answers all sound absurd.

So we sit in our shackles in search of a key,
but the irony is it's within you and me.

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