My Snoring Lot

I know I had a chance to rise when that old man, a sign he brought

Me and Maw had read it and a job it had, it asked a lot

“Welcome to the World”, it said, “We need to build this fort we drawt”

“And any man who builds it will rise socially, he’ll know he got”

 

I turned to my good men, my dogs, four legs they had to give to them

They looked at me and said “We’re free! Let’s start this fort, we’ll make a gem.”

I watched as canines took four paws, hoarding hounds did not condemn

The questions I asked after did not seem to bother one of them

 

Why did you not continue to do all the things you said you’d do?

Seems like you just got the gig, then forgot the whole thing through

“We got the job, then saw a log, a thing that we could chomp and chew”

“So we decided, then to do, the things we always wanted to”

 

“We slept, we ran, we chased, we played”

“We leapt, we laughed, we snored, we stayed”

“We did the stuff we like in life”

“As you sat there holding your knife”

 

“All you people seem to do is ruin things you like a lot”

 Then a dog looked up at me and said “that’s all the points I’ve got”

I turned and looked at snoozing dogs, for that’s all they seem to have thought

It seems that I have raised a snoozing, lazy four-legged Snoring Lot

Life, As it’s Played

It does not matter who’s the best

Who stands so tall and beats their chest

That’s not what we are up here to

So why is that all that we do?

This play is meant to laugh, and share

And help the ones who cannot fair

For these are things that will outlast

Love not the props, but love the cast

All the actors, actresses

They’re who you hold close to chest

And for those you know are smart

They hold them closest, to their heart

No care for trophies, nor award

Life is learning, chord by chord

Look at how it’s oft portrayed

Then, just listen, to how it’s played

Truth Lies

So often we ask why they don’t heed our word

How all of the things we say can go unheard

The reason is simple, if you’ll let me speak

I’ll tell you the reason why your words are weak

The manner in which you deliver your thought

Is just as important as points that you brought

It will never matter, for humans are we

We hear what we want and your words must be free

Free of contempt, accusation, and “you”

The “you” that you want to prove your point is true

For it will not matter if deeds have been done

If you argue that way then you’ve lost ‘fore begun

I get it, I do, but see matter, it won’t

We all do these things that we say that we don’t

So next time you want to convince that you’re true

Just know it won’t work, and that truth lies in you

Dogs Have Better Game

I sleep over here, I sleep over there

You say don’t sleep where? Wait I really don’t care

I’ll cover your mouth as I sleep on your lap

So you can shutup while I take my nap

You know that you need me to keep yourself whole

So stop your complaining and fill up my bowl

Each time we go out all the girls say “Hello!”

“No not you, you weirdo, I meant this doggo”

Admit it my friend, it’s me who’s the boss

You’ve only got two legs? Well sorry – your loss

My fur feels so good, so ferociously fine

The ladies will shun you and tell you “He’s mine!”

I’ll lay and I’ll bask there, and let them pet me

As all of them say “You’re so cute, Mr B!”

Then I will look at you, smile and wink

Barking “Fill my bowl human, and make me a drink!”

Behind These Eyes

Write it down, what it may be. Just tell me what you want from me. I gave my heart, I give my soul. So why am I left with this hole?

Is this what I have fought and earned, or is it that I haven’t learned? Is this nightmare what I dreamed, this love that’s not how it all seemed?

My eyes, they’re clouded by these veils. I ask, were they just fairy tales? Stories written just to keep the tears from falling as we weep

I wish that I could just believe that love is there within my reach. So why do I continue to keep asking Him what I should do?

There’s sadness in these eyes of mine. I ask, so often, for a sign. A thing that I can hold at last – to look ahead, not at the past

I know she’d say, my mother, Liz, “She’s out there son, I know she is. She might be half a world away, or maybe you know her today.”

I cannot play this modern game, to find someone and share a name. I long for love I know won’t end. I long for love…my one true friend.

Diary of a Philosopher: 1

The future is funny, don’t you think?

Not in a literal sense, I mean. I’m just saying that in general. After all, no one really knows what’s going to happen before it happens, right? Sure, we can try and predict things…but after it’s all said and done, it will always be fate who decides how the cookie crumbles. All we can do is try and convince the cookie that it should crumble the way we want it to.

“Control the controllable,” that’s what Gram used to say.

Oh, Gram. How dearly do I envy the world you lived in. A time before all this hustle and bustle. When all that folks cared about was whether or not the family they were raising had enough grain for the season and if the sow in the barn was ripe for eatin’, having tended to its old life’s last litter. The stories you tell make my mind wander every which way, wondering if I’ll ever get to live in a world like that.

It’s kind of disheartening, you know? To spend almost every waking moment trying to figure out what bills have been paid and which ones haven’t, and whether or not I’m going to have some collector call me about something I forgot to pay fifteen thousand years ago. I exaggerate, of course, but I know you know what I mean.

I just wish we could redo it all. Start from the ground up, no? Craft a world where people actually care about stuff they should care about, rather than all this mumbo jumbo we’ve been trained to value. It’s sad, really. It’s like we somehow just let the bad guys win, watching our kids and peers from the sidelines as they’re taught that the type of logo on someone’s shirt somehow determines the quality of person they are. I just don’t get how we made it here. And I even more don’t get how it happened right in front of our eyes, but somehow still managed to become the commonly accepted way of conducting oneself. Why do we constantly judge each other based upon these things? Ugh. I digress.

But it makes me wonder…does it even matter who we are? Good or bad, I mean. Because I won’t lie to you, trusted journal…it definitely seems like no one really cares what type of person you are, as long as you have the ability to give people stuff that they otherwise wouldn’t be able to acquire.

So what is it? What actually is the meaning that we all desperately search for? Are we all just supposed to fall in line, accepting the fact that a persons monetary value is directly correlated with their intrinsic value?

Personally, I want to say no. But sometimes this world makes me think otherwise.

Sometimes, I’ll lay down on my back porch, just looking at the stars. I used to try and count them, but I eventually realized that it didn’t matter how many of them there were. All that matters is that they’re up there, looking back down at me, and that someone, somewhere, is probably asking themselves that same question. You know…in some kind of alien language.

What makes a person a “good” person?

And that’s just it, isn’t it? Aren’t we supposed to try and figure this stuff out? Or are we supposed to just skirt by in life, blissfully ignorant to the grander question of what defines us?

I don’t know. Really…I don’t. Maybe there’s no right answer to that, and that this finite life should just be appreciated for what it is. Perhaps the irony is in worrying about it, because all it does is (most likely) shorten our time here.

Stress is a real problem, indeed.

Reluctance

I don’t think the things I thought are things I think I know are true

They’re just things I think I thought because I was so mad at you

My heart was lost, my soul, alone, left not knowing what to do

Desperate for my minds release, to guide me and to get me through

Pain is my compass

Grief is my steed

Loss and regret are the reigns that I hold as they give me the will that I know I will need

Writing this reluctantly, the rhythm reads the same, you see

A willing walk without a word is all that you will get from me

Tipping toes into the water, coming back – it doesn’t mean

I’ve seen myself without you and I can’t decide who I should be

Love Never Dies

Silence is solace, if one thing I know

To pause and to think through this frosted window

Stars meet my gaze saying question it all

Yet I fear the answers from clouds as they fall

Trapped in a world of such shallow design

Chained by the judgment of how much is mine

Valued by only what things we possess

Loved when there’s more, shunned when there’s less

So long is this journey, so wide is its breadth

Searching for someone with passion, and depth

One to hold onto, through lows and through highs

For one thing is certain, real love never dies

Communicate

Ravens speak darkness while Frost speaks of snow

But tormented minds share a likeness, you know

Rather than rhythm repeating tempo

I’ll ink what I think as the rules I let go

Words are not wisdom they’re just thoughts that we think

And letters are naught but concepts that you shrink

Shrink into something that conveys a wink

Or some other thing that makes minds start to sync

Language, invented, is a thing that as we

Have all come together and seem to agree

That “this” can mean “that” and that “him” can mean “he”

Or “she” could mean “you” and the person you’ll be

All that we know was created by one

One single person who first said “I’m done”

Done with the guessing, who said “It’s begun,

Beginning today, ‘tis where we are from”

Their tribe founded reason, and logic, indeed

From then to forever, these words we now heed

And so twas’ the birth of this language we read

To finally find all these words that we need

If letters and numbers, or words din’t exist

Then chaos would still reign so high in our midst

Alas, we can speak now, our lips have been kissed

If not for this language, our thoughts would be missed

Introspection

Many thoughts, inside we think

We write them in our minds’ black ink

They bleed so deep into the page

That nothing sways them, time or age

Every word we write within

Masks our actions, and our sin

For how can someone sleep at night

If Truth is casting it’s bright light

Showing us our lies, our hates

As secrets, it illuminates

Things we try to hide, disguise

And cover in a bed of lies

Yet we’re so quick to display

When others find themselves astray

Pointing fingers, crying foul

But when it’s them, then they allow

Of all the things I’d like to teach

It is to practice what you preach

Consider this, each time and day

Let actions speak the words you say

A Letter to Our Leaders

To every politician, right or left, I beg that you read these words and carefully consider them.

I am writing this because it is necessary, because we simply cannot do this any more. So please understand that all of what I’m about to say is the god-honest, unabridged truth, and is felt by millions of people whom you are supposed to represent.

All of you are ripping this nation apart.

Every single day, people wake up to headline after headline of how monstrous the president is, or how hypocritical the left is. Our media outlets publish nothing whatsoever other than the continued divisive rhetoric of either side. Fox tells America to love Trump and the mission he’s on, and CNN tells America to hate Trump and everything he stands for. That’s the basic gist of every single piece of news we’re constantly fed, day after day after day.

And you know what? Both sides of the aisle are destroying us. Every single one of you do nothing but pander to your base, and throw rocks at your opposition. Trump does it, AOC does it, Pelosi does it, and literally every other person up there in those comfy seats does it. I choose these names because I know they’re the most recognizable ones to us normal, working class Americans – but it applies to all of you. It’s absolutely ridiculous, and it all boils down to one, very simple fact.

You are all, every single one of you, being ruled, inhibited, and otherwise governed by your absolutely, enormously inflated egos. There isn’t one single human being that has entered your arena who is not completely subconsciously controlled by their own vanity, ego, and desire for power. In fact, that’s exactly why you have all gravitated toward your positions in politics to begin with – you, at your most basic, fundamental core, want control. You know it, I know it, and every single person reading this knows it. There is no escaping that fact, because after all, here you are, sitting in Congress, fulfilling that carnal desire of yours. So let’s make that clear before we go any further.

Back to the point. Yes, you are destroying our country. All of you. You’re destroying it with your endless inability to make peace with those who oppose you. It’s absolutely infuriating, to be completely frank. Rather than trying to find a common, middle ground, you have all dug in and instead lob hateful, malicious rhetoric at anyone who threatens your point of view. It’s disgusting behavior, and you should all be ashamed. Your jobs, which by the way were created to serve us, have instead become luxurious positions of power and corruption. And the worst part of it all is that you now use your duly elected power to manipulate and deceive the very people who were kind enough to grant it to you.

I don’t care if this makes you angry. I honestly don’t. Because everyone who reads this knows exactly what I’m trying to say, and hard truth is always what digs at us the deepest. We’re fed up with you. You’ve completely twisted the values that this nation was founded upon, and it’s time to put this to a stop. I can’t do anything myself, because I’m nobody in the grand scheme of things. But you know what? The people can. Now, more than ever, we have the power to communicate en masse, and your authority is treading a very thin line right now whether you want to believe it or not.

I’m tired of watching friendships get ripped apart. I’m tired of hearing about marriages crumbling, and I’m tired of seeing family members be ostracized all in the name of politics. You were supposed to set an example for what a cooperative, legitimately considerate institution should look like. But you’ve completely squandered that opportunity. You’ve become everything that is wrong in this world, and there are literal hundreds of millions of people suffering because of it.

This is a reckoning, if I may say so. It’s an outcry on behalf of every single person in this country who I know wants nothing else but to see a world where people love each other and get along. So please, I beg that you stop all of this hatred and disagreement and start working together like you were supposed to. We cant do this anymore. Something has to change.

And it has to start with you.

Missing Pieces

Why must this piece to this puzzle allude

Why doesn’t it fit like I know it should do

Was it carved in the way that it was meant to

Or is it just me that can’t make it conclude

Why can’t I focus on that which I should

Instead of these things which I dream that I could

Why do I always feel misunderstood

I beg that He tell me, I wish that He would

Why must this battle be so far uphill

I pray every day that He grant me the will

To give me the courage and grant me the skill

To give me a purpose that I can fulfill

Incomplete works still continue to haunt

And sadly it seems I write in the wrong font

I dearly desire my life’s confidant

To find the last piece to this puzzle I want

Darkness

In darkness these thoughts have made into their place

They’ve stolen my mind and hold it in embrace

After the curtains fall there’s a new face

That torments and consumes my every thoughts’ space

This strength is a weakness, it follows me so

It’s grip only tightens when asked to let go

Constantly clawing, as if my shadow

And nothing I do can restrain it, I know

So sorely I long to be rid of my fate

For the burdens I bear seem to be far too much weight

Twisting and turning, I wish they’d stay straight

For solace I’m searching, for calm I await

In darkness these thoughts have made into their place

And there’s nothing to stop it from starting to race

Stop. I sincerely want one day of grace

Stop. There’s only so much I can face

For Better or Worse

Sitting in solitude, lonely, I know

Glancing and gazing out of this window

I wish that the hands of this clock would move slow

But everyone seems to have somewhere to go

Why must every journey turn into a race

Why do we seem always have something to chase

Spending life sprinting and quickening the pace

When we could instead make the most of our place

Donning these things that we don’t even need

So we can catch up, get ourselves up to speed

Is it all vanity, is it all greed

Or is it the way we’ve been taught to succeed

Think of your values, what things do you want

Are they sincere or just things you can flaunt

Words are all words, no matter the font

Their meanings don’t change be you poor, debutante

New Beginnings

Some things are wanted

Some things are earned

Some things are instinct

Some things are learned

No one is born

With silver in hand

They may think they do

But don’t own their land

Life, it’s a battle

Fought by warriors, for ground

No parcel is given

No acre is found

Nothing is owed in this journey we’re on

And kings can be toppled by anyone’s pawn

Pride, it dost come ‘fore the vain who will fall

As no one escapes a true reckoning call

Righteousness might be the flag that you bear

But everyone knows there’s no substance in there

Vanity’s victim, though maybe you’d care

If only your mirror made you self-aware

But that’s how it goes

This story I tell

And those who preceded

Knew all too well

Nothing they said would be thought of until

Their bones had been buried, and yet even still

So many things they wrote ended up true

And yet here we are, still saying “well you”

Nobody gets that the issues within

For nobody wants to admit that they sin

We live and we laugh in a world; make- believe

Then we still wonder why we can’t achieve

Achieve all the things which we claim that we want

Ironically by our own ghost are we haunt

Truth is not easy, such burden to bear

Yet in its embrace we’d see how much we share

Some things are wanted

Some things are earned

It’s time that we listen

And forget what we’ve learned

Rhythm & Rhyme

Some-one told me, that-my-written poetry

Is hard to read and hard to get the rhyme

So I took a quick glance, a punctuation dance

And decided I would help them this one time

It’s LETters, you see, that make UP my poetry

But the rhythm might be hard to figure out

So I’ll try my very best, and unLIKE all of the rest, I’ll count the syllables and make them cast no doubt

For when writers write a rhythm

There’s a certain algorithm

That we stick to because IF we don’t we die

And that would really suck

Because I’d BE like “what the fuck?”

We followed every rule and every lie

So here it goes again

I hope you BROUGHT your own ink pen

But if you didn’t, stress the cap words as you try

Rise Up

My wardrobe’s the flyest

My partisan bias

Is painted on each pleat and cuff

I look at my dresser

Think “I’m an impresser”

My donors, they can’t get enough

They worship me, yes they do

Sing to me, yes it’s true

Follow through thick and through rough

Blindly believing

The things I’m achieving

The truth is not what they discuss

The truth is that each aisle

Uses the same style

Deceit and control is their love

So to left and to right

I say to you tonight

Meet in middle, and rise up above

Look at Me

Time, its not so timeless

And things never seem to change

Who we are and what we do

It’s stone, not rearranged

We live, we laugh, we love, we play

We fight, we kill, we fear, we hate

Never has it mattered what it is, the day and age

Things are all that separate the volume from its page

Do not look down on those who came before, they were the same

The things you have do not make you a wiser man than they

So it’s told, the times of old were better than today

For all that ever mattered was with whom at night you lay

Take a look at all the things that now you do portray

If only you, I tell unto, I pity what you say

Proverbs 23:7

Come here, close, but please be kind

As I let you tiptoe through my mind

I’ll show you all the things I hide

In places that you’d never find

These shelves aren’t empty

Stocked with care

They hold my burdens

Weight I bear

Hidden hallways, secret doors

This palace has so many floors

Thoughts live life locked up in here

Some, I wish, would disappear

I care not for what others say

For at the end of every day

This mirror is all that I need

To know who’s looking back at me

Sleep with solace, every night

Knowing for what things you fight

It’s writ in Proverbs, twenty three

As man thinks, so is he

Vanity

Fame is not what it once was

It did not do what it now does

The days of old are gone at last

For that which was has long since passed

Those who seek its key and door

Do not know what they’re fighting for

Expecting glee, they rush inside

And loneliness is all they find

They dream of being on a stage

But empty inkwells pen no page

An audience can not do good

If there’s no message understood

Long ago, we fought for pride

Yet now we all know, deep inside

That those who chase for naught but me

Seek nothing more than vanity