Tag: philosophy
Everything Hurts
Simple Poetry
There is more plastic in our
oceans than fish.
More guns are fired each day
than knives spreading butter.
We kill over 250,000 living
organisms each time we exhale.
100% of us will die.
Despite appearances
there is no tomorrow.
The day is sufficient
unto itself.
Nobody owes you anything
Nobody owes you anything
not the bank
that won’t extend your line of credit,
not the snot nosed kid
you used to be,
not the tooth fairy or Santa Claus
not the girl you gave your heart to
not the President or your dad’s estate
not the bars you so well indulged
and which now won’t allow you in
anymore,
not even the poker dealer
who always tosses you
7 deuce with a smile.
Nobody owes you anything.
Not your folks who didn’t push you enough
into this too soft world,
certainly not this
pale blue dot that
gives you a roof over your head
and the right to be here,
certainly not time
the gatekeeper and
most democratic of sliding doors,
certainly not bare bones life
to which you aren’t even
an after thought.
Nobody owes you anything.
Get over it.
Close your ledgers.
Melt your tin trophies.
Get off your ass and
grow some balls.
Realize
the finish line is also
a starting line.
Ways To Eat
Some men eat everything
on their plate.
Some men come late
don’t even bother to phone.
Some men eat alone.
Some men eat everything
then ask for more.
Some men just ignore
tongue tied the need.
Some men for money’s sake
eat little, eat greed.
Some men eat greens first
the meat fast.
Some men don’t eat
meat at all.
Some men just fast
fishermen who last
and catch nothing at all.
Some men leave a little
on the plate.
Some men can’t wait
eat in the car three bars.
Some men metaphorically eat stars.
Some men take dessert.
Some men take two.
Some men just desert the table
the moment the main course is through.
Some men sup
from the bowl.
Some men slurp
or even burp cuz
the eatin’s the goal.
Some men sit quiet
waiting for the dinner bell’s toll.
Some men eat for
the taste of it.
Some men just out of habit.
Some men would never eat rabbit.
Some men don’t give a damn
about it.
Some men eat to soak up
the alcohol.
Some men just to be tall.
Some men eat to entertain
themselves.
Some men while waiting for wives
at the mall.
Some men eat to pass
the time of day.
Some men want but can’t
find another way.
Some men say prayers.
Some men eat their fill.
Some men test their will.
Some men smoke after their meal.
Some men eat only monkey and eel.
But every man eats
every man completes
himself
in a million myriad ways
food, the fulcrum of our days.
Poetry by the numbers
There is more plastic in our oceans
than fish.
More guns are fired each day
than kisses given.
We kill over 250,000 living organisms
each time we exhale.
100% of us will die.
Despite appearances
there is no tomorrow.
The day is sufficient
unto itself.
There was no index
It’s been 3 days
mostly on the shitter
and I’ve still not found
that Bukowki poem
I read from his latest
unpublished stuff
titled – “Competition”.
Just not lucky I guess.
It’s like life.
There are no signs.
You think you got everything
lined up in a row, organized
until you try to do
the same thing twice
‘nd realize you kant
‘cuz there are no directions
for the recipe
you’ve been baking
‘nd thank god for that.
We all have to stumble.
That’s how we learn how to fall.
Giving Up
There is a moment in a man’s life
when he realizes deep down in his gut
his groin, his gait
he realizes
he’ll never experience much
that life has to offer.
TV, news, radio, magazines, books, atlases, photos
airplanes, buses, the brain, our imagination
can’t take us there or anywhere
near the sum of experience.
There’s a time in your life
when sadness soaks all and
awareness becomes a chore given
there’s so much you’ll never have or know
in this big candy story.
And the only recourse once you do feel
once you do know this,
the only action, the only response
is to give up
sit down in your garden, enjoy the day’s sun
’cause you ain’t going anywhere important
in this short time you’ve got.
Enjoy your slice and
give up the guilt of not owning
the whole damn chair of stores.
Hard Boiled Words (just the facts mam)
Good people kill – other good people.
Ugly people have babies – beautiful babies.
Prostitutes have mothers – mothers have prostitutes.
Presidents are made, not elected and
some day have to stand naked.
Blood isn’t bloody easy to remove.
Running water moves mountains.
Dogs piss to mark territory.
Men get pissed and then mark territory.
Elephants never forget what they don’t know.
Small microbes can topple the largest of men.
The eye can’t see itself.
Fire can’t burn fire.
Everything is an accident or nothing is.
God doesn’t play with dice, he plays with men
(because men play with themselves).
Dice don’t believe in chance –
their number always comes up.
A horse is a horse.
A man isn’t a horse.
Man’s task is to find out why he isn’t a horse.
Honor is what we will do some somebody else
but never for ourselves.
The first laws were created by criminals as justice, a justice – fictation.
Nothing ends, it only changes
like a newton became a fig newton.
War was created so man could be at peace.
ART is not art.
So many countries but only one sky.
Man is more what he thinks and less what he lives.
Crows are also black birds.
A wink is as good as a nod to a blind man
but a nudge works every time.
A forest is a good place for rest.
There are only two kinds of people.
Collectors and garbage collectors.
Why is potato salad like a holy sock?
Dirty underwear is made to be washed.
A cup in only a cup because it has nothing inside it.
Church pews aren’t built for comfort.
We reap what we owe. We weep what we sow.
Quantity affects quality.
Beauty is a blemish and a blemish is beauty.
Rome wasn’t built in a day but a person is created in an instant.
Too much good is much worse than a little bad.
A spoiled bottle of wine gives all the others their taste.
Music is man’s indifference to time.
Time conquered through mimicked time.
We only obey the cop because of their uniform.
We live only so we can sleep (but we don’t know this).
Prison’s are built with the bricks of righteousness.
Drunks never get hurt when they fall because
they cannot envision what might happen to them.
A guitar with a broken string can still play a song.
Infidelity is a means of confirming our infidelity.
Every marriage is a giving up. In effect we say, “defeated I win.”
Cease fires are agreements to re-load.
Cemetaries always have the greenest lawns.
The poet dies on the page.
The only good poet is a dying poet.
Sometimes even the president of the IMF
has to wipe his own ass.
Nothing ever ends, it’s only bandaged……
To Be Nowhere
to be no where
abandoning what you were
not embracing
what you are going to be.
To just be
but no where
in a kind of
other life –
all that isn’t,
is to see
the nature of which
pretends to make
us free.
It is to be
outside the looking glass
looking in
a place where
in the middle of no where
we are aware
that nothing stays
that a broken record still plays
the wind will wind again,
it is to be
both the fruit falling
and the tree,
this no where
where G-d is the eye
I see.