Another day
Another dollar
Seeing people
Makes me want to holler
Another life
Another wife
Strikes me odd
Like a priest without a collar
Would I change
A thing about my being?
Perhaps the booze
But at least I know I will not lose.
Out of place
Different rat race
There must be
Reasons to make a dollar
I feel poetic
Drinking wine
Like an aesthetic
Or is it ascetic
Numbs the pain
Once again
Found what I
Have been missing
A feeling to the pain
Numbing it
to live again
Oddly enough
Been sober
For three months
All the while
Searching for a feeling
And here it is
Once again
The heaviness that falls
Right behind the eyelids
Drawing curtains of steel
Unreal, what zeal
I return to the love
Of my life to fight strife.
Red wine
Who’da thunk
This red grape
breathes new life.
Once again
Can’t explain
But miss it
I do and do not.
Mass hypnosis of society,
blinding all who can see,
the screens before us,
rape the eyeballs of the teens,
I’m so tired,
of all of the distractions,
that only blur
what we perceive,
what once was real,
can never be retrieved
as long as social media runs waywardly,
with wanton disregard for life and limb,
it continues into abysmal infinity.
The feel
So sweet
The solitude
So deep
It electrifies my brains
Sending sound waves through my brains
Through the muck, fear and fire,
Only joy, it shall remain .
Should I embrace it or battle it?
My longest relationship
Is this love worth fighting for
Or do I love this fight?
Vanquished all,
So I have done.
A lover and a fighter?
Within, both have become one.
To forget
To numb pain
To forget about the pain
that’s been numbed once again.
“I’ve been thinking about you,”
is what I need to hear
From the love of my life
That I hold so close so dear.
I failed as a parent tonight.
I have to let shit slide for the greater good.
I wasn’t a dad. I was a bully.
He has a strong will. I have to be better about persuading him. I don’t want him to develop Daddy issues.
Rough patch
"What a match!"
Avoiding me constantly
Can't shake this, feel like I got a flea
Love my kids
But I hate this home
No control
Constant guilt
Even when I live in filth
Stay and fight
Or turn out the lights
Am I happy
Or faking it
I don't know
When to quit
Nobody listens to me
I can't rely
And I always hear
"I'm sorry for"
I truly feel
She doesn't care about me
And alone is what she wants to be.
No presence during coitus
Just the vibe
"Let's get this over with."
I'm always tired
I can't help it
I can't go to her for emotional support
