Tag: happiness

poe

unlike poe
my mysteries
are never
solved
life passes
me by
without
answers to my
questions
like what are
the birds saying?
where did
the time go?
but at least
it’s not
dark and dreary
my outlook is
not just rosy
but magenta
and i thank
the literary gods
for letting me
turn another page

the curse of happiness

cursing my happiness
i can finally dream of tomorrow
the world spins at a steady pace
the sun shines; i feel like dancing
what can make things go by so fast?
the rest of the world is crying
and am laughing uncontrollably
as you try to take it away
i run and hide protecting
this time will be different
this time i won’t be held down

confession

this confession, long overdue, is not sordid and sad

in our confusion and grief one turns the ordinary into

dare i say fantastic? in time the mystery starts to

unravel, and it is seen that life is synonymous with

love, death, beauty, hatred, sex, hunger, greed, and

standing before everything the ever present IF or

GOD the entity that created and drives all living things

\a monarchy for people who fear themselves and the

horrid truth that goes with looking yourself in the eyes

crying when it is better to laugh and hanging on others

as if they are the only thing that can bring you to your

light (she sighed at this point in her drunken rambling

to point out that despite what she said when she was

fourteen, true love does exist, and a long island iced tea

was the only appropriate way to honor dead friends)

confession…i have seen the light and it isn’t far away

just give me your oceans and shores, your

mountains and your trees!!!!

i will bow down and rejoice at these things

my spirit is free even if my hands are bound

now i bid you a fine fare well and may your

journeys be as clusterfucked and chaotic

as mine

happy hour

i dreamed of delacroix drawing dead horses

while rimbaud wrote about romantic reality

when i awoke i carried the memory all the morning

through my coffee and cigarettes i called

on my own creativity

to write about

love without loss

truth without tragedy

freedom without fright

so this is my alliteration

on my illustrious awakening

that art can exist without agony