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Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Friday, June 12, 2020
Ode to COVID
Ode to COVID
Cowering Over Virus in Disgrace
Containing of Virus Involving Distance
Confusion Over Virus Including Disease Details
Closing of Venues Including National Destinations
Crashing of Values in stock, in Income, and Dollars
Creating lack of Variety in Daily routine
Clamoring Over Vittles in Distribution Centers
Causing Outages of Vittles Inside Deep Freezers
Communication Offered Virtually, Instruction Offered
Digitally
Chaotic, Overrated?, Villainous, Insane, Devastating
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Crash Landing
Crash Landing
Aye, How you feel in this situation?
Outta place
Feeling outta place
feeling
like I landed
in a colony of
an alien race
feeling
like a whole
occupant
of outer space
feeling
as if they could never
appreciate
the content of my character,
or my heart
and the positivity it generates
claiming that they care,
always spitting in my face
experienced disappointments
pray time can erase.
Saturday, June 6, 2020
Eruptive Nature of the Psychological Volcano
Eruptive Nature of the Psychological Volcano
An explosion of experimentation
immensely underestimated,
intensely innovative,
and often stimulated,
Tuned to emotion
oozing with compassion,
the insight to incite
the passion in the living dead
by reciting to folly
of the really dead.
Impact adjacent to contact
with a massive meteor-
call you Mars.
You’re erupting ecstatically
envisioning a future to arise
from an ashen state
burning away those things
that come from fear.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
Vulture
Vulture
Taking the leftovers
cuz you have no meal of your own
but don’t you know you full grown?
that you need more nourishment
than the scraps off the bone?
The meat that you eat
is rotten to the core
and if you continue,
you shall perish for sure.
Monday, May 25, 2020
Desperation
Desperation
Desperation-
It stems from prolonged anticipation
from a fantasy unfulfilled
it fools under countless circumstances
fools into fruitless romances
it removes inhibitions
and obstructs love’s visions
torturing its victims
with its false sense of urgency.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Man of Dreams
Man of Dreams
Man of dreams,
drifting through space
on a cloud it seems,
even though onlookers
gaze in shock,
still you dream.
Fill your life with- the wonder
of a mystery,
a hunger
for the history,
and the promise
of the future.
Man of dreams ,
benefiting from thirst
deeper that a stream
thoughts that run
wilder than a horse,
taller than a tree
still, skeptics hypothesize
madness (to some degree),
still you dream.
Fill your heart with compassion
for the walking dead
among us
determined to
rebirth passion
and lust
and bury
the lackluster.
Man of dreams,
man of silliness and
wastefulness and
playfulness and schemes.
Man who enhances
the world for the next man,
drifting through space
on a cloud.
Thursday, May 14, 2020
Deceptive Ones
Deceptive Ones
Looking all sweet,
looking all luscious.
Being all evil,
having sharp clutches.
That’s how they roll.
They gon set you up.
Thursday, May 7, 2020
Step, Father, Step
Step, Father, Step
I finally spoke with my daughter
In order to understand why she acts that way
Myself, being the amazing father that
I am
I simply refuse to put up with the attitude
Because I do so much for her, you know
She should be thankful
I had my disciplinary speech together
And the appropriate punishment set
After this day she would never behave
That way again
When I walked in the room a chill went through me
How could it be this cold? I turned down the air
I sat facing that troublesome child of mine
And allowed her the opportunity to explain herself
Instead she spoke of once suffering of my
Not being there
And told me if she ever saw me again or not
She simply did not care
She told me she was 20 years old
And got pregnant when she moved into the dorm
And that it had been 10 months since she had heard my voice
And 2 years since her eyes laid upon my form
As tears ran down my face I asked her did she understand
that I had done
More than other men did
But she got upset and demanded to know where
I was when she was a kid
What the hell is this, a dream?
Myself? The amazing father that I am
My daughter told me that she hated me
And that I wasn’t shit
She wanted nothing to do with me
Then left me there to sit.
I am an amazing father!!!
Monday, April 20, 2020
Emergency Steady Urging Me
Emergency Steady Urging Me
First off, I am attracted to
men. I just have to say that right out
the gate. It took all of me to write
these words. I was thinking of a
possible way to lead up to this, but it is so stressful I can not take another
second of my life trying to figure out the way in which to say it. I am attracted to men. I am.
I never wanted to be but I am. I
attempted not to be, but I am. I am. I am attracted to men. This day, you must understand, I avoided for
decades but the dreadful day has come to pass.
My formative years were spent being
mocked, questioned, and criticized by children, classmates, friends and family
about my being. My manner, my
disposition, my mood, my speech, my personality were called into question at a
young age and I was accused of things I knew nothing about. I was a happy, playful, outgoing young child,
trusting of others, naïve, and fun loving.
I enjoyed life and laughing and talking and meeting new friends at
school and learning. I was accused of
being gay, having no idea what they were talking about (of course having no
sexual urges of any sort during the time).
However, mocking persisted as I got
older because I was not doing things that were deemed “boy things”, being
friends with girls and for my voice.
This scarred me deeply in middle school and high school (high school especially). I was ridiculed what seemed to me to be daily
as a freshman to the point in order to shield myself I failed out my advanced program to be sent back to my home school. When I arrived, I completely shut down and
spent the rest of my time in high school in self-inflicted isolation. This being a crucial developmental stage, I was
social crippled in ways that I have yet to recover from. I suffer from those days because I do not
allow anyone close to me. I hide my awkwardness,
my shame, and my disdain for living.
I grew up going to church and in an
environment where religion was a major concern to some, and if it wasn’t, they
wanted to pretend as if it was to please others, to others. This affected my perspective of who I
was. I was terrified of hell and wanted
badly to not have this be my life, for me not to have these feelings. They never go away.
At first, I thought I would live a
lie forever and do all things expected of a man, but I realized how destructive
that would be and I never wanted to put a woman through that. I would not want to live that way. Besides, would that have been pleasing to the
all-knowing creator? I did not believe
so. So I decided to live out my life
secretly and alone. This too, proved destructive,
as I was a loving being and wanted to have love given to me. I started searching in the shadows with those
in that were in hiding as but they let me down time and time again. Time went on and without realizing, I
excepted my fate as a marginalized shadow on the corner of a wall that did not
matter. My days became darker and darker
and I began to succumb to despair.
I did not know how to stop from
dying slowly. I knew I was a light, but
where could I go? Everyone was telling m
who I am was the evilest of all. I began
to get fed up and fight back. Every time
I did not tell my truth, I would take one step forward and two steps back. I knew I had to now. It was a matter of life and death. Anxiety and depression continued to swirl
around me as I gathered the courage to write you this letter. I don’t know what will come after this but I
will no longer run from the fire.
I will no longer run from the
fire. I have grown weary. Whatever I lose is worth it if I can regain
myself. I am growing and I want to love
me now and also be able to accept love.
I know I matter and I am who I was
created to be. There is nothing I can do
to change that and it is fine with me.
This is the start of my life. I
am free. I will be alright.
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