I’ve had my empty
all I ever wanted, grasped
do you hear laughter?
I saw truth in a snapshot
I chase the ghost hope
it could happen to me
as doubt’s ink drips a fat blot.
I heard all I mattered
believe me it isn’t nothing
but a #3 reschedules upon sobriety
a #1 always and every day until society
and I remain a #2
I heard all I matter
and believe me, it isn’t nothing
yet again comes giving more
which means there’ll be less
at least I improve at being an asshole.
I suspect how much I matter
and believe my ego! its bloated
yet the simple pin of deflation is I care
often this blinds me to opportunities right there
of the courage to create a new paradigm.
I still indeed matter
there isn’t a choice without drawback
there is not one single moment truth hinting what if
how else could *I* fight without what if
so I fight for that more?’
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHtZyIWJOEI/TizUhAGV1rI/AAAAAAAAALw/WAbuejMYZGs/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG
a picture to be a thousand words more.
2 replies on “walls the color stark.”
Great poem and photo combo, J-Man!
I love the title of your poem!
YOU DO MATTER!!! 🙂
HUGS that will knock your socks off!!! 🙂
:* okay you can have a hug too….. mine rang so I’m just having an impatience problem.