theidiot

Poetry

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold.
 Her early leaf’s a flower;
 But only so an hour.


Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day.
 Nothing gold can stay.

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A Texas Sunday Evening


Dusty men stand, Arms crossed or Spread In dad-shorts.

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You can make water go up hill. But rain falls all by itself.

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The Mad Hatter: “Have I gone mad?”

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I have died a thousand deaths today

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I loved a women once.

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She is a cathedral. My masterwork

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The length Of you

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Do you remember When you couldn’t get enough of them

when the sound of their voice sent you into frenzy

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Whoever is lacking good sense shows contempt for his neighbor, But the man of true discernment remains silent. Slanderers go about revealing confidential talk, a trustworthy soul keeps a confidence.

My goal here has been and continues to be just me emptying my head and gut. Sometimes it strays out of bounds. That can bring some negative energy.

In time, I hope to rebrand as 'The Good Dog'

I will continue to write like everyone I know is dead. I hope this doesn't create challenges for you, dear reader. If it does, maybe this isn't a book you should read.

Everyone has stories. For better or worse, these are mine.

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