An Opulently Offensive View of the World

"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why." - Kurt Vonnegut

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The Farmer’s Song

You call me a beggar
You call me a fool
For having the audacity
To work like a mule
I will be no more
Than you see here right now
As my old tired hands
Hold tight to my plow

I will never be rich
I will not own gold
I will spend my life working
‘Til the day I grow old
I do not give heed
If you see me as poor
‘Cause each day I go home
I know I have more

I sleep with some worry
I sleep with some dreams
Of having more money
To spend on nice things
But that shall not be
For my place is not king
All I have left now
Is to work and to sing

From My Mind

For thirty-one days
I penned poetic lines
Samples from my mind
Sharing bits of wisdom
in verse
My wit, it seems to be
my curse
For thirty-one days
I wrote weird words
Sometimes quite absurd
Making some burst with tears
of joy
Slight puns, it seems I do
employ
For thirty-one days
I penned poetic lines
Samples from my mind

Mirrors of Lies

The worse lies are the ones we tell ourselves:

Who do you see in the
Mirror?
Is it a truth or is it a
Lie?
Do things become any
Clearer
Seeing you through your own
Eyes
Who do you see in the
Mirror?
Who tells you all the
Lies?
Take a single step
Nearer
And see the liar is named
I

Dungeon Prompts

Taking Flight

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Dialogue

The Calming Burn

the calming burn
of lingering love
her face
my disgrace
of a failure on my part
the man she needed me
to be
the man i should’ve tried
to be
but i never let go my heart

the soothing sting
of long lost love
her voice
my choice
to try and have a fresh start
a world i wanted it
to be
a world it never hoped
to be
but i never let go my heart

the calming burn
of lingering love
the kind one is
never rid of

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