THE SWITCH IS ON
July 16, 2010
the light switch is on
we shall sieze the day
bending perception with our minds
for profit
the flags of our country wave
in the wind outside
soaking the sun up
like leaves
a frown but a smile all the same.
memory
March 16, 2010
it might have happened
or it might not have,
it’s so hard to be sure
of anything these days.
and if it did,
and i’m not sure it did,
what was it like?
i just can’t seem to see it anymore,
because one minute it’s tall
and the next it’s so small,
one minute i’m afraid
and then i’m filled with rage,
and the truth is so hard to decipher,
when i’m purposefully fooling myself
each and every day,
going entirely off of a memory,
held together only in an imperfect mind,
not holding the truth,
but only interpretations
that may or may not be
factually and empirically true.
Anyone
September 12, 2009
There’s nothing special to it:
Anyone could write these lines.
Just like anyone
Could search for truth
Find it.
And still refuse to believe.
I guess it’s not for everyone.
gird up your loins
May 29, 2008
Funny phrase, serious sandwich;
but I suppose that
in every man’s life,
the time must come
to “gird up your loins,”
whatever the hell that means.
I mostly just like to
call my junk, loins; but
if loins are junk, when
are my loins not girded up,
except for when I sleep?
And why should my loins be
girded up, as opposed to down?
I know that somewhere in this
possibly is a truth worth grasping,
but in my making light of all way,
I can’t see beyond the humor of the phrase.
So as I take my next step in life,
I will be sure to do so
loined up, down, or side to side,
whichever feels best at the time.
poetry is truth
May 12, 2008
and the Truth is sometimes like
your First kiss
or your Last
the Truth is sometimes a
Knife in hand
or in the back
either way speaking the
Truth is like spitting out a mouthful of rocks
you’ve been holding for 27 years
the Hope is that your Truth crushes
whoever it is that needs to be crushed
for there are those who’d rather you
have a mouth full of boulders
than a community full of hearts
the hope is that your Truth lifts
whoever it is that needs to be lifted
for there are those buried under
hate/ignorance/intolerance/miseducation/dishonesty/depression/selfishness/violence/
loss/youcantdoit/youllnevermakeit/noonecares/youcantchangethis
who need to breathe life
(so poets:
release your words so they may become
the hearts
on
your
sleeves
&
the stars
in
the
sky)
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