ATHENSGA    1983 -    
Not your parents flower children....ss
American poet
Rock n Roll Poetry
Abstract
Artist and Music Freak
Musician/drummer/noise
Athenian
Free Spirit
Wrangler of Space

Published in the Library of Congress of the United States of America-
Inside: Stars in Ours Hearts: Freedom
"its always time to go...Rock n Roll"pg 244 Stephen C. Seagraves
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Peace, Love, Hope

Cheers

Live like the wind that graces your back...-ss
sseagraves HT
Not your parents flower children....ss
American poet
Rock n Roll Poetry
Abstract
Artist and Music Freak
Musician/drummer/noise
Athenian
Free Spirit
Wrangler of Space

Published in the Library of Congress of the United States of America-
Inside: Stars in Ours Hearts: Freedom
"its always time to go...Rock n Roll"pg 244 Stephen C. Seagraves
authors.me
instagram: Burned_Faceless_ht #housepartyjams
Music: "Back at the House"
and/or Housepartyinc
www.youtube.com
since86ht@gmail.com
Peace, Love, Hope

Cheers

Live like the wind that graces your back...-ss
sseagraves HT
SSeagraves
SSeagraves
8 hours ago

I miss the sunshine even on sunny days.....

copyright  2016

EVERYTHING IS A CONSPIRACY

WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT.

QUESTION EVERYTHING

BRAIN WASHING IS BECOMING ESSENTIAL

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

COPYRIGHT SSEAGRAVES

FROM THIS TIME AROUND JOURNAL 2016

With the right eyes you can see that reality is in motion and much more
beautiful than you expected

copyright 2016
sseagraves
from "this time around" journal
#eyes   #reality   #motion  

WE WILL CROSS THEM
SOON ENOUGH
THE TIMES MAY JUST ACTUALLY
SHOW US AT LEAST
PART OF THE TEETH
OF
THE NEW WAR MACHINE

copyright sseagraves 2016

FROM "THIS TIME AROUND" journal

i am up
i am up
he said to the darkness
he groaned to himself and rubbed his sore nose and eyes and head
he pushed his greasy hair out of his face and glanced around at the hell that was home
a hot single wide on blocks out in a hot southern town off an old dirt and dusty road
dirty dreams keep him hopeful in dark ways

too much too much it always seems
shaking off the demons that ride his coat tails to nowhere good
keep digging,grind it out, endure, reap, sew
"Harold you are a good man" he muttered in the broken mirror to the man looking back with a familiar complexion
lying to himself again for the most part
whatever works
climb the damn hill, stand up, walk around a bit
he opens up a bottle and uses it for a toilet bowl,
no shame
why at this point in the trip
the bills are all way over due and everything is shut off and idle
the glutton scrapes at his itchy face scarred, rough and jagged
weathered,worn, and torn....
he smiles just for a second to see how his last few teeth are doing
the sunshine and manual labor has taken its toll over the last 40 something years of back breaking labor
"i will get around to shaving" he thought to himself
His dry skin flaked and sun burned
The dark circles under his bright blue eyes and deranged mind
can
always gets the best of him eventually if it gets too quiet or still

i am screwed, screw it all!

just let it go, let the beard grow
freedom
nobody cares about my lost soul
the voices saying
"go ahead and grab that
metal, wood, stock and barrel"
he reaches in the box and
grabs some little friends
that can outrun any damn man
no matter if he does know god
on Sundays...I pray too
he puts the killing machine back under his pillow for later

" just in case...you never know"

Harold stands up to go to the hot white box
that just sits in the corner now,
it used to be cold back when sweet Sue was still around
he grabs a warm beer that is old from the night before,
and strolls over to sit on his favorite and only couch to relax and reflect on life's divine comedy and tragedy

he glances over and laughs
at the "home sweet home" rug
rolled up by the door like new
still in its plastic wrap waiting to be needed

He cracks the sticky hot can open and drinks it down quick and with purpose

"if you drink them fast enough...." he slurs to himself
before realizing he is still the only one in the room

ease the pain,
calm the brain
wet the throat
feed the goat
no food in the bowl for the cat
and the rabid dog
is out on the porch
chewing on a old deer head and wagging her tail

just another day
get up, curse, scratch,itch,moan,
feel the pain that he cant remember not having anymore
complaining makes him feel more normal,
the grass is always greener etc....
words he will always remember

the old dirty ashtray sitting on the broken glass coffee table
reminds him of his childhood
and
smoked filled rooms
with grandma who just kept flipping them damn channels
and scoffing at all them shows she loved to hate

he  picks up and opens a crusty old TV guide from the 80's
that was lodged in between the cushion seats

reading material for the poor and forgotten

go ahead friend, blame all your problems on some lady,
some woman, some job, somebody
who never loved you anyway
until after payment was made
victim or the crime
we all will stand tall to be judged
with the quick and the dead

Harold and his nightly magazine call girl
that 400 pound beauty with the sweet voice
that says all the right things to heal a broken mans lonely heart
She is still waiting for the early morning call
not with batted breath like someone who loves you
but breath that smells of death,alcohol, and lies

the phone starts to ring as Harold pulls up his dirty socks and drawers
He takes a look out the window
with paranoia and quickly shuts the curtain

the tractors and empty fields are still covered in dew and the rain that is falling
the ax waits beside the door
dull and stained of what looks like blood from killing
around the farm
" i ain't going out to chop wood..."
not until the temperature drops so much
and mercury drips all over the already filthy floor

another day at the mill, another day with Harold
another day of shooting the breeze with the fellas
another day and night
wasted
High on cheap drugs,
booze ,
TV
and
Telephone women

There is nothing wrong with living at the bottom
just never hold your breath for mercy to trickle down

Harold goes outside in the rain and cleans up before going out into the world

"I need to run down to  TEDS and pick up the essentials"

.........bread, milk, and eggs.....

no not this time...

not today he thought again

just like the day before

and the day before

and the day before that

weeks,months,
years fly by

i need more cigarettes and red bull

i need more lottery tickets
"you never know?!"

all men can dream no matter how low

Harold
scratches the tickets off  one by one
with his last cents that jingled in his already empty pockets

......not a winner.....please play again....repeat......repeat

He shook his head with disenchantment and wonder

"This was the time that i was going to win", just like he always says
to Rusty,
" I could feel it buddy"
he littered the tickets across the hot pavement
standing against the wall in his stained yellow wife beater

Rusty replied, "well there is always tomorrow right"

Harold shook his head one more time in disbelief.....
well i guess you are right

lets go look for some scrap and have some fun buddy
i hear copper is still high in the pay.....

copyright  2016 SSeagraves
comments and followers needed and wanted....
be the movement or just be

FINAL VERSION
#love   #peace   #life   #hate   #dark   #real   #struggle   #dirt   #southern   #glutton  

LIFE
is like the rose
its beautiful
its colorful
its smells sweet
its makes you feel

You just cannot forget to remember
how to feel....
Try to take it for granted
Try to take
the gifts of beauty

as easy come and easy go

Like the moon
and
the sun
remind us
graced both,
with the dark
and in the light
Keeping us
grounded and humble
sleepy and wakeful

Life
is like the rose
With plenty
to give
and
take
its beautiful colors blind
its thorns hurt and sting
its is honest
not fair

Life is like the rose

sseagraves copyright 9 3 20 16
#sun   #moon   #dark   #light   #rose  

1 LINE OF IMPORTANT ADVICE NOBODY TELLS YOU


LIFE IS GIVEN TO YOU FOR FREE,  BUT EVERYONE STILL MUST EVENTUALLY LEARN TO EARN IT

Copyright SSeagraves

play off of a line from If you break it you buy it -ss
Copyright 2016
#life   #free   #advice   #learn   #earn  
 
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