If pain becomes a pretense, we’re all screwed
Delicious pain, like apples in a box
Pretentious apples everybody viewed
A key that opens doors that god unlocks
I see you’re trying hard to understand
The words that bring such foolishness to light
I know you think this isn’t what we planned
But foolish words are often what we write
The pain of words becomes a joyous art
It gives new life to nothing but the sun
This dawn of words is where the truth will start
When words become the painful truth of one
I’ll be that one if you decide to quit
And all the truth you see will turn to shit.
Author Archive
Writing the Truth of Pretentious Pain
Thursday, June 27th, 2024Godot
Tuesday, June 25th, 2024It’s like I’m only waiting for Godot
And yet to esperar is also hope
I wonder, does he habla espanol
Or is life just a thing with which we cope
(The slant rhyme in that quatrain works quite well)
“Godot” and “espanol” don’t really rhyme
But, wait for it, like heaven waits for hell
Oh yes, you know such knowledge is sublime
Sublimity is like a hungry cat
Sublimity will eat most anything
I watched one time it chased and caught a rat
Sublime, the song of death I heard it sing
So esperar sublimely and you’ll know
Sublimity is waiting for Godot.
(with apologies to Beckett)
Juneteenth
Wednesday, June 19th, 2024Let's celebrate the day when ALL are free
Regardless of the color of our skin
A day where US is made of You AND me
A day that marks when endings can begin
Beginning with the glory of the sun
Tomorrow marks the solstice, but today
The sun has risen high for everyone
It guides us on to find a better way
A better way proclaims all Freedom’s free
A better life for all to join the song
The song of Freedom, Truth, and Liberty
Come celebrate today. Come sing along
The nineteen day of June is just one day
But we are “Free At Last” the prophets say.
Confessions of a Librarian
Sunday, June 9th, 2024I bought a book that nobody checked out
It looked so lonely, sitting on the shelf
A million books encircled it about
And yet it seemed like it was by itself
I wonder if it cried or even cared
I wondered if its title was too long
When lights are out, do lonely books get scared?
Perhaps my purchase-timing was just wrong
I picked up and opened it to read
It seemed it knew what it was meant to be
I flipped through several pages at high speed
And heard it whisper quietly to me
You never know when somebody will find
A book like me to ease their troubled mind.
Simplicity
Wednesday, May 29th, 2024I sat and watched the fucking world explode
Ironic that I almost nearly died
I sat and watched the universe erode
Perception sat in front of me and cried
The sadness of mortality is this
Dichotomy lives on in simple time
It starts and ends with something like a kiss
With something common, something most sublime
Is there a god in heaven when we die
A god that lets the fucking world explode
Is there a kiss that isn’t just goodbye
Is life a simple dirty, dusty road
I guess it doesn’t matter what we feel
Reality is simply fucking real.
Memento Mori
Wednesday, May 29th, 2024Memento mori filled with finite grains
Reminds us that the sands of time fall fast
'Til not a single spec of time remains
And ev'ry future soon becomes the past
The present symbols of our pending death
Present our eyes with what our eyes will see
And by the life we feel within our breath
We also feel the coming autopsy
Memento mori's volta is the sin
Of all creation, knowing Thou Art God
And knowing thus, I seek to enter in
To places where the words I write are flawed
The Word is God in Heaven or in Hell
The last grain falls; the tolling of the Bell.
Dichotomy of Abraham and Faith
Monday, May 27th, 2024The Abraham in everyone contends
With faith that brings us each the word of god
The word becomes a song which never ends
A harmony, unknown, unsung, unflawed
Dichotomy discovered thus is hid
In everything we elevate by prayer
It’s never done the things we thought it did
But thoughts are often hidden everywhere
We sense that time has passed when god is gone
But no one knows the place our god might go
If god withdraws, then everything’s withdrawn
And thus we speak the words we think we know
The faith of every Abraham is real
Dichotomy enhances what we feel.
Who Knows
Monday, May 27th, 2024As soft as thoughts of cotton in a cloud
She blesses words that fill the weathered air
With colors where such rainbows are allowed
And now I know just why she lingers there
As warm as life itself when passions rise
Beyond the metaphors of simple verse
She knows that trust may soon eclipse the skies
And stars might flare and fade as we rehearse
Rehearsal is a duty one might find
If duty were the purpose of her art
And we shall see, although we once were blind
And I shall clasp her gently to my heart
The strength of her is more than sweetened time
And she will be my final couplet’s rhyme.
Engaging With My Post-TBI Self
Monday, May 27th, 2024When neural pathways stream from point to point
Their stream creates the power of a mill
And when they come to scars, such scars anoint
The pathway as it tumbles down the hill
The hill is just a metaphoric mount
Dismounted, I survived to think more thought
The pathways I create will surely count
As if they stood for something cheap I bought
Did I buy life? I know I paid a bill
A bill I was presented at the door
A door that opens outward on this mill
And once again I learned what cash is for
Again I hear the wisdom flood my brain
It flows in neural pathways, mostly sane.
The Nihilist of Hamelin
Monday, May 27th, 2024The piper has been paid; the rats are gone
But rats are smart and hungry; they’ll be back
We know the night is followed by the dawn
But every brilliant day will fade to black
The cycles of the universe reveal
That opposites do more than just attract
The universe is like a turning wheel
The folks of Hamelin learned this simple fact
Both rats and children come and go in time
It seems as if it's fated thus to be
Perhaps there is a moral, most sublime
Perhaps the universe will set them free
The universe continues to go round
In quiet cycles piped without a sound.