A rant about my world.
This Fucking World
.
This Fucking World
Is screwing my head
It builds up anticipation
Then soon turns to dread
This Fucking World
Bares me to the ground
It’s all about money
There’s none to be found
This Fucking World
Has temptations galore
It keeps us fighting
We always want more
This Fucking World
It’s where I live
It’s always taking
I always give
This Fucking World
It’s where I will die
But at least I can say
Fuck it, I did try
Black ink blotches
Paper white
Lines conforming
Words tight
Wishes whispered
Thoughts thought
Hearts raptured
Souls caught
Teardrops flow
Through the pen
What was
Could have been
Laughter squiggles
Form a joke
A silly gal
Crazy bloke
Without words
There’d be no joy
Without the girl
There’d be no boy
By the title you can see explicit language warning is in effect.
I’m working on some “slam/spoken word poetry”
To maybe one day get the guts to stand up and read at an open mic night somewhere.
This following was a random thought that cured the other night.
I welcome critique.
This Fucking World
This Fucking World
Is screwing my head
It builds up anticipation
Then soon turns to dread
This Fucking World
Bares me to the ground
It’s all about money
There’s none to be found
This Fucking World
Has temptations galore
It keeps us fighting
We always want more
This Fucking World
It’s where I live
It’s always taking
I always give
This Fucking World
It’s where I will die
But at least I can say
Fuck it, I did try
I watched the movie “Finding Neverland” last night and the thoughts of that kind of fun and never changing place is both inspiring and scary. This was the result on my brain.
Camping this weekend alone, I sat listening to the rain. All those individual drops coming together to make something bigger, together.
I instagramed these, and forgot to post here. Being former military I am grateful my sons don’t have to honor me on Memorial Day. If more people would meditate on the meaning of the day and less on BOGO sales and cookouts we might be in better shape as a country.
I look.
Wildflowers are everywhere. Colors blend and it is beautiful.
But do I see?
She is the flowers.
Outwardly Beautiful.
But there is deeper beauty.
If, I will only see.
Ocean waves
Blue and white petals
Gently roll in the breeze.
Sails of red, yellow, white, gold
Vivid amongst this sea of blue.
She is this field.
Sparkling eyes
Bluebonnet blue.
Tender lips
Indian Paintbrush red.
Her soft skin.
Primrose pink.
The flowers flow
Over the hill.
Disappear
If I follow.
More beauty I will discover.
I look at her.
Beauty here with me.
Then I begin to see.
Heart of gold.
Compassion of silver.
Love like diamonds.
More wealth and beauty than I deserve.
What do you see when you look?
