Steadfast in my alacrity
I remember
Wantonly absorbed of self
As the embers silhouette the blackened sky
What was their cry
Faded into the morrow
I shall stand firm
In the face of nonchalance
Absurdity abounds
But always my faithful friend
I must lie in state
Draped in the colors of my youth
Absconded with the truth
Weighed down by its burden
I speak freely
To no one
My die is cast
My mold solidified
I embrace the morning
Amongst the swirling fog
I salute thee
As I raise my cup
Only to be trampled
By complexity
I yearn
For a better yesterday
I seek the nirvana
Rapturous in the desire of
Speak no more of this
Disillusioned I comply
I am a fleeting glimpse
Of consciousness unfettered
No more to be
Than what I was before
Still my heart beats
The synapses still fire
I seek no truth in redemption
I seek no justice of the court
Only to be a free man
Devoid of desires and addictions
I wish for the promise of peace
That never arrives
How can I satiate humanity
Tell me O’ lord
Comfort for the lost souls
A joyous refrain from limbo
For I dare to enquire why
Silence is my answer
I will question no more
Blissful in my ignorance
Retreating deleting
All that was
Insanity beckons
To even the score
My comeuppance is a six pence
It is compensation for the weak
I too will adorn thee
In tales of lore
I will lounge by the fire
And sing songs of doom
Drinking strong libations
Deeply inhale from the pipe
I will rest
When there is no more
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:35 AM UTC
There are no walls between me and you
Only my indeference
all are welcome of approach
Willingly left as acquaintances
Steadfast in my obstinence
to form bonds of intimacy
willing to be alone
I am
I will grandly converse with you
as the eve wanes
I insist upon our parting
Alone in hearth
Wishing someone was here
It dissipates swiftly
The accouterments of my bed
Embrace me in warm comfort
I am alone
and all is well
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 12:51 AM UTC
In silence I find contemplation
In silence you hear the sounds of the deep
O blessed silence in you is my repose
The sweet sound of nothing
I love the hours of you
in silence
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
Flooded with normalcy
Relaxed and firmly in control
I am lucid
But never ever clear eyed
The apartment is clean and proper
However all the sweets are gone
Decisive
But indecisive about should I
Chuckling I light you
Soothed I exhale you
Turning the Zeppelin up louder
Until Plants vocals hurt my ears
But I am smiling
Happy as a pig in the *****
And I feel good
So tell me Mr. Dafoe
Is feeling good is good enough
Yes , yes it is
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 3:37 PM UTC
The first sip of coffee
Followed by a cig
Hearing my granddaughters laugh
At jokes I've told their parents a million times
Watching the crows hover in the wind
Zeppelin in any form but especially loud
A good restful nap with rem dreams
Sleeping past noon
Staying up till four in the am
A good limerick
Books books and books with comfortable chairs
A drawing pad with colored pencils
You next to me at night
Your leg draped over mine
Mushrooms that make the carpet roll
Jameson's and good company
And gummies just in case
Lively conversation
Making the retail clerks laugh
Making anyone laugh
A soak in the tub
Sarcasm and New Yorkers
Southern hospitality
Midwest manners
Playing the drums
Having drums to play
Midnite snacks of popcorn and diet soda
Life in just its self
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
You crack the door
checking to see if I am there
I am
I ask you to go away
but you come in anyway
dragging your obsessive negativity like a putrid corpse
You delight in my sorrow
your happiness at my downtrodden soul
I can’t tell If I am tired
or severely depressed
incessant thoughts of doom
a constant loop in my head
trying to block you out
I self medicate
but you still haunt me in my dreams
Is there really nothing left to live for
how can I seemingly know so much
But am ignorant of this
to which God or pagan rites do I appeal to
offering up my burnt soul
At the altar of self pity
all I seek is the quiet repose of my mortal coil
or is it fire an brimstone that awaits
Will I be allowed entry
past the pearly gate
Blessed are those that mourn
for they shall be comforted
Can I become a reasonable facsimile of my self
Am I doomed to wallow
In the muck and mire
What pray tell
proceeds me from here
Heaven hell or the vastness of space eternal
It is the unknown
That frightens me
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 2:27 PM UTC
He is such a Godly man
as he tells us to hate our neighbors
Blessed be the peace makers
As he wages war
The meek shall inherit the earth
After he’s destroyed it
A rich man can not enter the kingdom of heaven
He puts gold everywhere
Good luck passing through the eye of that needle
Turn the other cheek
He assaults his enemies
Thou shall not ******
He kills them through the court of public opinion
Thou shall not commit Adultery
How many times already
You musn’t lie
For him that's tuesday
DO NOT WORSHIP another god or craven idol
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
This man of God
God **** you
You men of God
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
Thinking about suicide
Like why is it spelled that way
I mean it could have easily been sewercide
Which I think is how they pronounce it in New York
Or down on the pig farm
Sue eeee cide !
If you use a gun does that mean you go out with a bang
So many different ways
All with the same outcome
I see the cold hand of death
As it reaches for me
I exclaim not today death
I just made coffee
Death departs
And exclaims I will be back
I ask death to bring Half n half
I am not drinking this black
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
Radiant in its oppression
Whispers of its beauty
In the wee hours of the night it cries
Tarnation damnation
Fare thee well I bid you adieu
Tis midnight the first day of spring
Now is it's dying time
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
Floating along my fingers trail in the water
Up here the clouds are blindingly white
Here I see no evil
Streaming along content
I wonder if its ok to smoke
Sure it is as this is my nirvana
There is a six pack tied to my rubber tube
I sip one , cold , lite but refreshing
I think of nothing
I dwell on emptiness
It's so surreal
This wonderful apathy
Happy even though my toes are cold
Literally watching the world go by
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 7:02 PM UTC