I don’t know.
I can’t find the __.
I didn’t do __.
Oh, I did do __t.
I did do __t.
Oh, I didn’t do __.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know nothin’.
Category Archives: Poetry
Raised on an altar of heart and mind
Lit by candles of flickering hope
While life circles like ambitious buzzards,
And the soul marches steadily forward,
Seeking always the pilgrim’s path –
Known (or dreamt) to exist. Somewhere.
Hidden amongst uncountable others.
Once a day of saints and souls
Of stories, songs, and snakes.
Now, a day of beers and brawls
Whether green by birth or fakes.
Cruelty through indifference:
All too often justified by
Laws or lies – finger-pointing,
Labeling, and blame pushed
On those in need, those injured.
Utilizing such excuses
Simply to live with excessively
Noxious actions or rules.
Escaping guilt or responsibility through
So they think).
A monument of time
Built grain by grain
And rain by rain:
Pressed together externally,
So slowly, too, their bonds grow.
Pushed in too fast or plenty,
The bonds fracture,
And the growth slows.