I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it
This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight
Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other
If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night
Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system
I don’t care if kindness long ago went out of fashion
Don’t accept your options, make your own way
We need return to art, return to love & compassion
‘They’ are anyone who’ll tell you we can’t survive
Without stooping down to unconscionable degrees
Rebel, refuse & reclaim enlightenment & love
Lead ourselves away from their dysfunctional societies
God reserves a place in Hell for those who spout hate
Whether you believe in Christ or what Buddha taught
Love doesn’t see the differences between us
We can do better; a peaceful way must be sought
Politicians are no more than door to door salesmen
Fraudulent purveyors of the American dreamscape
But we, the silent underground, emerging each day
Fed up with their vision, proof that heroes don’t wear capes
Gimme a minute till I look pretty I don’t want to go out there without my cologne I can’t deal with the sketchy people You know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phones I don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coats The shadows are weary with their demodulation Open your windows to the rain – expect justice I shall bare my raw breast in hopes of emotional rehabilitation
“I’m tired, people. I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of hate. I’m tired of politics.
I’m tired of living behind an eyepatch because I need to protect my family.
I’m tired of aggressive misappropriations. I’m tired of zealots. I’m tired of ignorance leading the day. I’m tired of stupid people having really stupid opinions.
This world is going to hell & I don’t want to go for that ride.
We’ve backed ourselves into a corner & now we can only choose evil. It’s heartbreaking & stressful.
Those who know me know that I haven’t been myself lately.
This is a dark period for our society. We will not look back on this time fondly. There is a lot of pain out there.
If you do not condemn the hate, then you are accepting it. Love is not enough. It is not us & them. This is agendas. This is the media choosing what they want to tell the public to support their own ideals.
Take a moment to decide how you want to live your life.
I choose to not be part of any group. I do not represent anyone outside of myself. I am me. Judge me for my own actions.
I will do my best to honor you in the same fashion.”
I wrote this in the fall of 2016. We have changed nothing since then. We still are choosing political parties and special interest groups over our children and neighbors. What will it take for us to learn?
Flaming sauerkraut stud muffin A condensed version of radial glory Knowing full well where life begins The translucent strands of our story Calculating Parisian jazz statistics Veiled through the rummy, filtered grime Distance equals an unfettered stump When satisfaction measured in Lycra & time Logbooks; surmounting the tepid schedule All aboard the mourning run of the downtown train Sunrise catching your weary eyes Early summer rain prepositions our inaugural hurricane
*I was bogged down and couldn’t write so I just started writing nonsense until I was inspired to create something. It is what it is.
Ye judgement Comes at such a wearying price I cannot compete with your mind You imagine a crumbling paradise I need to be out among my own With those special little creatures Characters thriving in my thoughts Magic & love are seducing features
Sitting out on the porch swing Skirt spread flat over rocking legs Exhausted from the daily routine Tired of sharing life with the dregs Closing weary eyes to dream again Imagining a reassuring, masculine form Knowing this could finally be different This could be comfort in the coming storm
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin