Justice
a heart will beat the strongest in a man hungry for salvation
thirsty for the water of truth
not the cocktail of systems
greed is a blindfold worn by bullies
afraid to open their eyes
afraid of the soul
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
If The Wool Fits...
straight and narrow is the path that leads down the road
by the house where the children with balloons throw rocks at broken clowns
where mommies pop xanax in the bathroom
wash it down with a glass of cab in the kitchen
and daddies drink bud light with their buddies
over the grill in the backyard
everybody doing what they're told
just like good little boys and girls
mommies and daddies too
obeying all the rules
their lives are not lived
they're tailored
straight and narrow is the path that leads down the road
by the house where the children with balloons throw rocks at broken clowns
where mommies pop xanax in the bathroom
wash it down with a glass of cab in the kitchen
and daddies drink bud light with their buddies
over the grill in the backyard
everybody doing what they're told
just like good little boys and girls
mommies and daddies too
obeying all the rules
their lives are not lived
they're tailored
Shuffling The Blame
i talk to the stars
tell them we gotta straighten up
but they don't hear me
i implore the moon
but she is preoccupied
dancing with the clouds
every morning the sun is angry
and he asks me
"what the hell went on here last night?"
"listen,"
i say
"you gotta talk to the night sky, man"
i talk to the stars
tell them we gotta straighten up
but they don't hear me
i implore the moon
but she is preoccupied
dancing with the clouds
every morning the sun is angry
and he asks me
"what the hell went on here last night?"
"listen,"
i say
"you gotta talk to the night sky, man"
The Most Important Page
notebooks have been stacked in precarious piles
filled with short stories
bad drawings
and
of course
poems
you have littered desktops and laptops with a near exorbitant amount
of word documents containing the verses you hold so dear
but again i must remind you
he who wrote
was
a poet
he who writes
is
of all the pages you have vandalized with your "art"
the one you ought most cherish is the one yet untouched
the blank page
the most important page
so grab a pen
and get to work
before your destiny escapes
notebooks have been stacked in precarious piles
filled with short stories
bad drawings
and
of course
poems
you have littered desktops and laptops with a near exorbitant amount
of word documents containing the verses you hold so dear
but again i must remind you
he who wrote
was
a poet
he who writes
is
of all the pages you have vandalized with your "art"
the one you ought most cherish is the one yet untouched
the blank page
the most important page
so grab a pen
and get to work
before your destiny escapes
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