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Sometimes
Life feels like
Carrying a piano
While walking on
A tightrope
It's hard being strong without losing balance...
Can you share your
success? You give pain to everyone.
You were stealing the happiness of poors.

A priceless stigma to be
lifted from the cemetery of the
creative zombies. I am turning back all the gods.

The truth has no names
no home. Only souls live to wait
for the white bodies.
age 1
i cried
we all cried

age 2
i crawled
i cried
we all cried

age 3
i read
i crawled
i cried
we all cried

age 4
i drew
i read
i waddled
i cried
we all cried

age 5
i talked
i drew
i read
i walked
i laughed
i went to school
i cried
we all cried

age 6
i went to kindergarted
i shouted
i talked
i drew
i read
i walked
i laughed
i cried
we all cried

age 7
i played videogames
i made friends
i went to school
i shouted
i talked
i drew
i read
i ran
i walked
i ate
i laughed
i cried
we all cried

age 8
i went outside
i played sports
i watched movies
i played videogames
i made friends
i went to school
i shouted
i talked
i drew
i read
i ran
i walked
i ate
i laughed
i cried
we all cried

age 12
i cried
we all cried

age 13
im still crying
but you never did
none of you
ever cared
i skipped ages 9-11 becayse yeah
I don't remember the colours
looking so bright
and distinguished from each other
You tell me,
I have not been looking
I did not want to open my eyes
until now
until i saw the contrasting shapes and colours all colliding all collating together
all at once
this is what it is like
walking through the woods in Autumn
It’s hot in
Missouri.
The summer  
sun looks down  
jealous of
youth playing in
the fields,
carefree and
careless.
Kids drown
muskrats with
rocks in the
stream, and have
funerals for flies.
Death watches, and
waits for
winter to come.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbj9bj58Txw
Who can know
just where the water flows,
we can only ride
travelling with the tide,
life is a journey
however brief,
each of us sailing
a helpless spinning leaf
Tatyo a tasty snack and
A crunchy and a delightful taste
Popped from a spud
Devoured with a thud and
This tasty treat that's hard to resist.
Crisps
Polar opposites – one side happy, one side not so much.
One day I’m fine, while another I barely recognize myself.

Fitting through the days is as effortless as slipping my foot
into a shoe; yet on another day I find myself searching for
that shoe, or I might even choose to walk barefoot, craving
the raw sensation to remind me how to truly feel.

It isn’t the pain – it’s the mere contemplation of it that keeps
me tethered to reality, a hopeful lost dreamer adrift in a sea
of daydreams. My skin may grow thicker, but the heart’s soft
hurt grows a bit sweeter; even as my eyes perceive life’s
flavours as harsh and bitter.

Polar opposites – the spectrum of being happy, or trying
to be happy in the skin of your own being.
When yesterday aches to the point of tears,
And you don't know what tomorrow will bring,

When no one needs you,
And you need no one,

When life is just beginning,
And when life is already ending,

When you are alone at night,
When you are alone in broad daylight,

When you are still alone in a crowded room,

When it's too late to change anything,
And you can't turn back time,

When it's too late to stop,
But you can't go on,

When you can no longer forgive anyone,
And you no longer believe in anything,

When you are waiting for someone to come,
While someone else is waiting for you to leave,

When your tears have long since dried,
But the pain still lingers,

When you are no more...

It is because
Someone you love
Has forgotten you.
The poem talks about the deep loneliness and sadness when someone you care about forgets you. It describes feelings of being alone, even when surrounded by others, and the pain of being unable to move forward or change the past.

The repeated lines build a sense of hopelessness, leading to the realization that all these feelings come from being forgotten by someone you love.

It’s a heartbreaking reflection of how much love and connection mean to us and how their absence can leave us empty.
These words
should scream out loud!
They should howl in pain
and weep with tears.

These words should run,
jump,
bend in half,
spit blood,
grind their teeth
and curse!

These words would kick,
grab throats,
bite,
scratch,
pull hair,
and gouge out eyes.

These words would want to curse
and hate.
These words could die
of venom,
only to rise again
and die once more.

These words would go mad...

...if only they could spring to life!
The poem explores words' raw, unbridled potential—what they could achieve if only they had life. It conveys the speaker's frustration and yearning, who sees words as vehicles of emotion and action bound by their inanimate nature.

The theme revolves around expression, emotional intensity, and limitation, portraying words as powerful and helpless.

Each stanza escalates the emotional weight, starting with screaming and weeping, progressing to physical violence, and culminating in madness and resurrection. This crescendo mirrors the speaker’s rising desperation and frustration.

The closing line, "...if only they could spring to life!" is both a ****** and a resolution. It starkly contrasts with the vivid, animated imagery preceding it, emphasizing the static nature of words. Highlights the ultimate limitation of language: no matter how powerful or evocative, it remains inert without human action.
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