Take off your polished handmade Italian shoes
Yes, take them off, right here in the street
Peel off those thin black dress socks

Walk into the cheap barber shop
And tell the barber to shave your head
That full head of thick corporate hair

Now walk barefoot and bald in your $3000 pinstriped business suit
and your silk tie and cufflinks and starched white shirt

Walk barefoot though the financial district
Everyone will stare
Your colleagues and friends and competitors will laugh
As dust collects on your smooth clean white soles

Destroy your privilege
Cut ties
Burn your bridges

Barefoot bald and humiliated
You can start again

As I walk the streets of my neighborhood.

The skys are a dull gray and it's damp and cold.

As I watch over 3 wondering dogs as the cars go by.

I look upon all the houses with curiosity of the life inside.

I come upon an empty house sprawling with life of dull green.

Still very beautiful, there is large oak tree with wild ferns, overgrown shrubs and grass, with a deserted feeling.

I have vision of how the house could be. Filled with feelings and life, parties, fun and games or just a quit night with a women.

If a could only live there and one day I might.

I could bring so much beauty and life to this house.

This doesn't sound much like a poem, pretty boring.

It's not filled with pain, darkness, depression or heart ache.

The point I'm trying to make is don't take the simple things for granted.

Because before you know it life, will pass you by.

Yes, I could give it life.

Gender roles
Peaches
Poles
Backgammon played by the Camp Counselor
Whatever your gender is
It matters not
Because love will always cause pain
Before any pleasure
Whatever way you spell ***
However you grab or pound
It's crazy how a crush can lead to a pen

Subjected to the intrusion crew who
want my information,
stored and poured and taken to pieces
letters to Uncles, Nephews and Nieces,
emails, web sites, visits that I might
want to keep
a secret.
The intrusion crew won't let me do
that.
They want to know the in's and outs and whys and
wheres and who cares how I feel when
they steal my information, to
store in some great archive in
the ******* of this nation.

It can't be right,
do I want some pimple faced pervert in Whitehall knowing that
I went to a **** site last night,
or commented on 'Hebdon'?
but believe it or not they want to thieve what you've got
and unless they are stopped
that's what they'll do.

What do you think right before you go home.
Works done
Oh yay
I have to mow the lawn.

Maybe laundry
Or TV
Or a home cooked meal.
Maybe ***
Or sleep
Sounds like a great deal.

You're safe.
In your office
With key carded doors
A Computer
Your coffee
On the 21st floor

A printer
It jams
Your boss he gets ******
Your numbers are off
You sent the wrong list.
The laptop just crashed
And so did the market
Your bonus
Your promotion
All the daily commotion.

You think of the game
Or maybe your kids
Drinks at the bar with co workers and friends.

Your job is a pain
Its long and its boring
Carpel tunnel
And back pain are what make you worried.

There is another kind of job.
One that has danger
Adrenaline
Sadness
Heat
And anger.
It doesn't go away when the clock signals five.
Every single day you struggle to stay alive.

The police
Security
Soldiers
And men fighting fires.
Who run to help criers.

They don't worry about the mail or the laundry
They don't ponder on if there's carrots or broccoli
The thoughts that pass through are dark and their scary.
Their jobs in themselves can get quite hairy.

No baseball or soccer
No drinks and no bars.
No dates with the wife
Or husbands or cars.

The questions are asked on a daily basis
Will I live
Will I die
Will I leave all these places

Is he drunk
Is he High
Is he violent or crazy
Will he **** me
Will I **** him
Is this guy dead or is he just lazy.
Who's in the darkness
And who's in the fire.
Who's going to hurt me.
I'm so **** tired.
Can I breathe
Will I burn
Do I have enough air
Will I run out of ammo
Who even cares.
Will I see her again?
My wife
Or my daughter
Maybe my son.
I'd like another.
My parents my friends
Should I fire my gun?
Did he stop shooting
Was there only just one?

We all have thoughts.
Both good and both bad.
We all tend to worry.
About the day that we've had.
Most go home and leave work in the office.
Some don't have such a easy option.
Their job is their life
they never leave work
It follows them home and it always hurts.
Before they clock out
Before they clock in.
The fear and the doubt it tries to get in.
But strong hearts are rigid
They've suffered through pain.
They'll be there tomorrow
They'll do it again.

6/23/14
2:34am
Him: okay, well what's your biggest fear? Or (even better) what do you despise the most?
Her: um... Time
Him: haha why?
Her: i guess it's just that it's impossible to win a fight against time

8/14/14
12:11am
Him: it just doesn't make sense.
Her: what doesn't?
Him: us.
Her: why?
Him: we just aren't at the same places in our lives, we can't keep doing this.
Her: you can't fight for us, for what we are, for everything we could be?
Him: it's impossible to win a fight against timing.