Its about one in the morning
I know I have to get up at 7
I wish I was knocked out snoring
I told myself I’d go to the gym at 11

I guess I can never keep a promise to myself
There are so many things I should do
But I just put **** off and keep it on a mental shelf
Why can’t I ever follow through

I told myself I’d tell you I liked you weeks ago
But then I figured that you wouldn’t care
You’re always with your friends for all I know
If I told you I bet you’d just stare

I told myself I’d get in shape this year
But surprise I actually gained weight
Being fat again is the worst thing I fear
This week I’ve tracked all the calories I ate

I told myself I’d try to stay in a relationship
But two weeks in I freaked and ended it
I got too annoyed kissing your lips
I can’t pretend to be interested in this ****

I told myself if other people are happy dating
Then I could probably be happy too
But I’m not comfortable with anything more than a fling
Monogamy just isn’t something I can do

I told myself I’d get my **** together this time
Yet I’m snorting addies at a Philly party
Then proceeding to cry about how I’m
Such
A
Piece
Of
****

Thinking of how much Henry David Thoreau would have enjoyed this.
Moment of Nature on CBS returned me to Cape Cod at Sunrise.
All one had to do was enjoy the sights and sounds.
The Ocean, Seagulls, Sea Lions and the calm.
Lately Scott Miller's videos are a weekly delight.
We have great gifts from Mother Nature that we should cherish and take good care of
In a world that is sometimes hard to believe and recognize this is a great gift.
Reminds me of teaching Walden again.

C@rainbowchaser2024

He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.

your politeness poisoned your words
like honey they slipped out of your open mouth
cutting your lips, like thorns of a rose
the crimson love in your voice hides the truth behind stained glass
it is killing you from the inside out

with burnt wings
he flew away
boy of sunlight
now crowned with darkness
surrounded by broken things
now only filled with regret and pain

sometimes-(sometimes);
      i love you on the lips
moon garden
            paradise hills and november
and it's temple
  template of our own world of wild tales .. sometimes
sometimes twine
   sometimes silent running   sometimes engine purl
              under our dark star
     the wind rises ; blood and black lace
       the pace of our isle
              raw and in keeping
sometimes the lighthouse taps
blinking metronome and we use habits of coherence
and practicality and partnership

in some dark corners
alternatives
on another earth
seats an uninvited guest
viewing
(i feel.. sometimes)

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.

Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.

Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.

You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.