We have battles with our demons
Our own wars in our heads
Blood, sweat and tears today are still shed
But instead of world war
It’s hell inside our minds
With all of these tyrants
Pulling the wool over our eyes
We see him in the mirror
But we don’t look
We think the enemy is someone else
And that’s why you miss your own left hook
The enemy is within us
And to think he can be defeated
Is a lie we’re sold
All we can do is keep fighting
Some days we’ll win
But the fight is never over
Until you take your last swing.
Poetry
The bird on the wire
The bird on the wire
She hears the songs that transpire
Electricity in her feet
She knows
She’s the dinosaur
Extinction did not defeat
Wordle: surrender
I surrender to the bend of the sail
Whichever way the wind takes me
I shall follow
Stitch these wounds
And let go
Keeping bulls in cages
In my resistance
these thoughts become more insistent
restraining these feelings
Acting in the moment
Before you can clearly see things
And so much for all this talk of empathy
And being sold ideals
Of no anger
yet the more I don’t allow
The bull a little run
The more angry it becomes
Raging even before the storm
All because I hold too tight
In the hopes I could contain it
But it’s almost killed me, so many nights
Restraining bulls
In cages
Sunday wordle: Storm
Carry the storm
In the event the trigger
is pulled
Pick yourself off
you will not quake
in the aftershock
of this shake up
these moments
Are like riding turbulent seas
they pass
till they’re nothing
these seconds
take up the hours
But these mistakes
Don’t mean
You have to scream
The invader
You spin yarns
Like a spider spins its web
We’re just flies
Tangled in your head
Getting under our skin
Trying to invade our humanity
Because you lost yours to your vanity
No man is here
I’m much too weak
To don this mask of manhood
I am much too angry
To be fueled by something good
I wish I could say I’d grown up
But I’m only here for the sake of showing up
Wordle: No justice
Facing the worlds brutality
Standing after the scorn
Donning masks of clarity
So it looks like I’m weathering the storm
But these digs
At my sanity
Have let me see
The need for justice
That cannot be born
Sunday wordle: Man wears a fedora with a feather, he gets the chicks
Got his fedora on
with it’s ostrich plume
He’s a jaunty chap
He has the pick
From all the chicks
Cuz he’s just chill
And full of tricks
So as they say don’t come knockin’
When that caravan is rockin’
Empty space
Tethered to this space
The dripping of a tap
echoing time
Like a clock
But not fixed to chime
On the hour
Of every wasted moment
Just a drip of
Nothingness encapsulated
In baubles of water
Till it crashes down
Reminding us of being mortal
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