Applicable

It's The Truth

It’s The Truth

This seems a bit applicable, don’t you think? At the moment I’m getting through the end of a quarter so you’ll have to bear with me while I make it through the end of it. Till then, feel free to posts links to poems below in the comments. I could use some good reading while mucking through my work.

Don’t Cast Your Stones

The world’s a little
out of line
but who are we
to judge?

Followers who wallow
in its muck
and never
rise above.

Realistic Expectations

Realistic Expectations

Realistic Expectations

Epic and extraordinary are
words meant for proteges
and those bright souls
who had
a little more life to live.
Me?
I just wanna be a footnote
inconsistent but well wrote
and, some day, have someone
half-drunk trace an old line
with their hand and say aloud
to themselves
‘This one?
She wasn’t half-bad’.
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Well, made it to Friday finally, folks. Congrats on that! This poem here was originally scheduled for Weds but, well, apparently you have to click the publish button for them to post. Who would have thought I’d forget that after over 180 posts? Anywho, this is a little one that I thought you might enjoy. Sort of an explanation of what I’m shooting for in life.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go for another round!

Burbon and Bad Ideas

Bourbon and Bad Ideas

Bourbon and Bad Ideas

Klonopin and coffee
wishes and regrets
Grey Goose in my water jugs
hearts of innocence

Crushed up pills and candy
morals and blind luck
a thousand euphoric little beasts
the angles gods gave up.

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Well, Monday again, ain’t it folks? Suppose we have to get along wit it as much as possible but, well, here’s a little poem to hopefully ease yourself into the day (or through it, for that matter). This one I spent a good deal with struggling last night. I fought off some handful of hours worth of sleep in order to just get these few little lines. Bourbon and Bad Ideas  came to me thanks to one of my favorite songs (which you can find at the bottom of my ‘These are a few of my favorites things’ page), and I toyed with it for days before finally getting an idea that I kinda liked to play around with. And, well, after that struggle you got these few little lines, playing on our vices and our misplaced virtues.

Thanks for stopping by and here’s to hoping that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Vices

Vices

Vices

Vices are just
problems that
we
don’t want the
solutions
to.

 

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hopefully this means the end of the work week for quite a few of you. The above is a nice little micro poem that I had tossed on twitter (which, if you’re not following me, you  should be! I post scraps and some pics there occasionally). Just one of those little thoughts that came to me that sounded oh-so right.

Well, I won’t detain you any further. As always, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long and your drinks are cold!

Freckles

Freckles

Freckles

Inconsistent pigments
arbitrary, unpredictable
a little like history
fickle, a little lyrical
and, perhaps, just dots
but more like personality
on the outside
too much within just seeped
through as little splots
that pepper the world
to show them you’ve got
more than that which
is expected from within-

mood, manner, attitude,
intelligence, direction -

all of that which rest in
little spots that pirouette
on your skin.
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Hey there, folks. Hope your week is going well and, if it isn’t, remember that we’re halfway there.  Above is a poem I wrote in ode to those little tiny dots that people sometimes have peppered on their skin. Got a really great friend of mine who we always go back and forth about them and, well, they’ve kind of grown on me a bit. Enough to write about them, I guess? So, to all those who know someone or who have them, there’s a little something for you that I hope brings a smile.

 

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Compensation

Compensation

Compensation

I deserve a lil’
something
for dealing with these
morning woes
I’ve got one hand
out
(the other’s too busy
holding my coffee)
demanding a raise simply
because I
rose.
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Mornin’, Folks. Made it another round back to Monday, didn’t we? Well, hopefully you’re either in love with your job or getting paid enough to rise early and stay going until the day is gone because, man, can those hours seem long if you aren’t. This little one above is a nice call to that, feeling those mornings where you just don’t think you’re getting paid enough to get up and go through the Monday mornin’ drag.

 

Well, ending that little rant, here’s to hoping your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Scrap #1

Checking out as I’m
clocking in
my mind tottles off as
the day begins
and as I’m clacking keys
and doing jobs
my soul wanders like
a kid who’s lost

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Well, it’s Monday and this one came harder than most. Left with with a little bit of writer’s block and that means all you got left with is a scrap of an idea that got checked off my list. It seems like I could do something with it, but I’m not really sure what yet.

Here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

This Will Hurt

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If life came
with a label
it should read
‘this will hurt’

because it will
make you ache
so damn much
so damn good

for so many things

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks! Tossed together this poem a little while ago. Just talking here about how there’s always so many things in life to do, or that we can do, it makes it almost hurt to think you might never be able to do them all. It’s a good thing, don’t get me wrong, to want to keep experiencing new things, traveling to new places, or learning something you didn’t know but it’s a yearning that’s constantly there. It’s a hurt that’s bittersweet about it the more you think on it.

Well, thanks for stopping by and I hope this weekend that your drinks are colds, your nights long, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go.

Resourcefulness

Resourcefulness

Resourcefulness

We’re stuck in it
bogged down
mucked up but
we’re in luck
because if
you roll with the
punches
and learn to take those
kicks
you’ll be immune
impressed
by the world and
what
you can make
of it.

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Monday again, folks, and I hope you’re getting though it like the best of them. It is back to the grind over here after a slight vacation away from it and, well, no one likes coming back right away, do they?  Still, if we learn to work through it and get used to some of the bumps and shoves, it turns out it might not be so bad here. Plenty of things to do. Places to go. People to see. Things to drink.

Well, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

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