Hello Everyone!!!!
Hi everybody! I just thought that it was about time I posted something. In keeping everyone updated I was in a car accident May 1st and my truck is gone. My back is messed up and they still have no clue how to fix it. I have been with Kristen for almost a year and it couldn't be any better than it already is. I have been writing poems on and off again. I am quite happy even though things may not be perfect. Here is a poem that I wrote today:
Too many disaffected distinctions to count. Heat saturates the pores of those who can’t afford. You walk because there is no sitting. Hesitation is the bullet that kills one who ponders. Stand on the edge, fight the fear. Watch the tears that tear our very fabric from the seams. How do we let that strength slip?
I am an American. I want my apathy like my coffee, on every street corner. Life is struggle and victory. I want my war waged on the gap using the hot topic. Greed is death and destruction. I am a penny-less fool, but I don’t have to worry about a pension. While towers grow taller, heat gets higher. I am a bigger man; the pacifist that is fighting a war with class, of class. I want my faith like a hooker cheap, easy, and on our city streets. Faith is obsession and isolation. I need my sorrow, it is the reminder that doesn’t sleep, or let me sleep. Pain is clarity and focus. I am just another American.
"Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living."-Mary Harris "Mother" Jones
Too many disaffected distinctions to count. Heat saturates the pores of those who can’t afford. You walk because there is no sitting. Hesitation is the bullet that kills one who ponders. Stand on the edge, fight the fear. Watch the tears that tear our very fabric from the seams. How do we let that strength slip?
I am an American. I want my apathy like my coffee, on every street corner. Life is struggle and victory. I want my war waged on the gap using the hot topic. Greed is death and destruction. I am a penny-less fool, but I don’t have to worry about a pension. While towers grow taller, heat gets higher. I am a bigger man; the pacifist that is fighting a war with class, of class. I want my faith like a hooker cheap, easy, and on our city streets. Faith is obsession and isolation. I need my sorrow, it is the reminder that doesn’t sleep, or let me sleep. Pain is clarity and focus. I am just another American.
"Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living."-Mary Harris "Mother" Jones