As I was beginning the moving process this weekend, I stumbled across a few old photos as well as a poem that I wrote years ago at 5 AM. Here it is (in the format I wrote it in)...photos to come later.
ASSUME NOTHING (07/09/01)
Life is fragile,
like a possession you don't notice,
until it is gone,
visibly,
clearly present.
The same may be said for friends.
"God" means nothing to humans.
It is merely a means of acceptance,
like drugs,
or laughter...acceptance.
God is easy yet fragile like life,
questioning faith daily,
questioning friends daily.
Humans were born to live,
dying is just the new years of life,
an ever present inevitability or expectation
yet always a dissappointment,
a fact.
My faith lies in the presumption that if I care,
others will care for me.
After life is merely a road I will cross when it stares me
in the face...
like waking up every day and assuming nothing.
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wonderful work. i propose a new segment here on the neatest website of all time. once a week someone shares a drug induced poem they have written in the past.
impressive work- deep.
great idea PGD. but what if mine are love induced instead of drug induced? love is a drug.
Assumption and acceptance are one in the same.
I second the drug/alcohol induced poem section. Please be sure to include date, time and location when posting your drug fueled writtings.
Stay clean.
love is all LaMiller. Bring it.
hey rhyming steve, what is that you've got there?
an unlimited supply of said poems, not fair!
seriously though... hey jeremy. i too recently stumbled across a poem you wrote in the past. although not as deep, it was certainly as amusing. it goes like this:
rub-a-dub-dub
i'm off to the club
to smoke on a dub,
a-rub-a-dub-dub.
grab me a forty (pronounced farty),
head to the party,
looking at the shorties (sharties),
a-rub-a-dub-dub
genius
i love you guys
A rub a dub dub! That is classic, I do not remember writing that although I am quite sure it was done on the tail end of a long night. Truth be told, that jownt is tight Joe.
PS. That was just the front page of my poem, there is a back to the front of this peice of loose leaf written in pencil. Things are falling down on me, heavy things I could not see.
I've alternated my meager flock
To the shores of the Baltic Sea
The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme
Of how things should be
My cave, my house, my turning wheel
My little docking pup
The march of Colonel Forbin
And his fleet hound called McGrupp
Impressive...a true fan.
can you write live drug induced poems? others get to guess what drug your on. fyi P.T.G.D. jazzersize video will hopefully be making an appearence when i step into the twenty O 7 and learn how to use a computer or when tyler tec visits. which ever comes first. p.s you guys are gay like paul!!
Great idea bobbi. Judging by your last comment I say you are on 3 shots of espresso and a 2 peice from popeyes.
and that's just what he's keeping in his foreskin
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