The floor is wet,
my feet are cold.
I can feel the ship
sinking, then remember
Our tree outside,
The one we planted
together.
The lake now embraces
it’s trunk….
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
The floor is wet,
my feet are cold.
I can feel the ship
sinking, then remember
Our tree outside,
The one we planted
together.
The lake now embraces
it’s trunk….
This morning my
laundry bag developed
a large hole,
spilling my
clean laundry
as I crossed
a busy street.
After I dried
I discovered three
socks missing….
But life ain’t hard….. it’s the living that
will kill yah’!
Well, as the saying goes, it could be worse….
I have to put my focus elsewhere other than racism
There has been too many ups and downs with race relations in the States, and I honestly knew that this country cannot and will not change, and therefore shell remain damned.
Economic hardships seemed to have increased though.
There are more tents on the streets of San Diego, and likely true for every western coastal city. (But I can’t help but wonder about other cities like Detroit and the Rust belt, and the northeast).
Personally I have done my best to stay busy, and keep to myself as much as possible, and to understand another phrase, “no worries.”
There was once
constant flow,
then earthquakes
and tsunamis
happened.
The flows
changed directions,
civilization collapsed.
River flows of algae
feed seas of
tears.
No one is free.
He was born with nothing,
only to die and become (a) god(?)
He was used as a bat upon my
body and head.
Made me feel lesser
than my neighbor
and burn me in hell
for blazing my
own path?
Real or not,
I will never
follow you.
l rather mix and
match,
filling
MySelf
with
Ying….
Accumulation upon, accumulation
Of barnacles, rust and
assorted minerals
scrubbed away by
sun shine laid him
bare.
A salamander dying in the sun….
Is it that our fears drive us?
Or our ignorance?
I don’t know,
but I’d like to believe both.
All religions talk about death,
but truly they don’t know
Sh*t.
I’d like to know,
Because this life sucks.
People living in tents in
cities with empty buildiings.
People with gold plated doctors
may still die an early death
deaf, dumb.
While sand dunes grow….
I used to think it
was yesterday,
but my calendar tells
it’s today.
But today is rather gloomy,
with pictures of past
winters,
faded old leaves
under the snow….
I’ve found that living without sex will not kill me.
Wow, that’s new.
What else can I do?
I have no idea how I make enemies.
I don’t steal.
I don’t lie, (but lately, I have lied).
I’m not outwardly noticeable, ( but if most of the time I wear
A black port pie as my hat, maybe I am).
It is truly sad that anyone hates me or wishes me ill.
And that’s OK.
I likely wish them ill too.
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