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THOUGHT
MESS
CHAPTER
THREE
DRINKING
SMOKING
PIGEONS UP TO SOMETHING
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Pigeons fuck. Pigeons fuck.
Up above the pigeons fuck.
Wings a’ flappin’
Feathers flyin
Twigs a’ breakin’
There’s no mistakin’
A couple of pigeons are getting down and
fucking
No moans of pleasure
Or squacks of satisfaction
Just two birds passing on genes
For another generation
Pigeons fuck!
Pigeons fuck!
Why do these pigeons have to
!?!fuck!?!
Up above me, in the trees
They get it on and spread disease!
Religious duck?
Religious duck?
No! These are pigeons down to fuck!
Wings aflutter
Feathers ruffled
Bursting cherries
Full kerfuffle!
Oh!
These pigeons… Now I see…
Have been eating fruit from this tree...
Now finished, they fly away...
I guess they’ll fuck some other day...
B
O
T
T
L
E
D
UP
I've stuffed my feelings in a bottle
And thrown them out to sea
Cast away from everyone
Most especially me
My feelings gone I try and stay strong
But more bubble up from below
So I stuff them in and fling’em again
And hope they're a sight I see no more
The tide begins to rise
And there to my surprise
I find my bottle from before
Still filled with all the festering feelings
I tried to sink below
So I fling the bottle out to sea again
And this time a little further
Taking sight of a dark horizon
As storm clouds begin to gather
Six pack
Twelve pack
A case of bottled up fear
Empty bottles
Hollow feelings
The more I toss
The more appear
Burnt, exhausted, sand in my socks
On a beach littered with anxiety
Unthunk thoughts tumbling through the surf
As I suffer the ebb and flow of misery
Out of sorts
Out of mind
Out of desperation I scream!
Unashamed
Uncensored
Uncorked
Living nightmare’s dream
Crashing!
Crashing!
Crashing!
Shattered ego
Broken glass
Drowning!
Drowning!
Drowning!
In the riptide of the past
​
Overwhelmed, under water
I let go and fight no longer
As the waves of emotion
Take me out to see
That what I feared
Was not so
That what I knew
I did not know
That what will come
Joy or sorrow
Is what life was
And will be tomorrow
Now adrift in this vast ocean
Awash in life’s great mystery
No more bottles left to throw
Sink or swim, I
Dive
Into
Destiny
BRAIN
FEED...
Be aware of what you feed your brain
Have yourself a bit of joy and a bit of pain
For to feast too much on one or the other
Will surely bust the belly of the brain asunder
Positive crispies are a tasty treat
Deliciously addictive, yet nutritiously incomplete
Have all you can devour and you will have emotional gout
Leaving you empty, hangry and nauseous with doubt
Negative morsels are needed for a strong reality
They provide kernels of truth in the right variety
But too many of these salty snacks will make you sick
Causing an unbearable disease known as “bein’aprick”
So feed the brain a balanced meal with lots and lots
Of knowledge nuggets and tater thoughts
Filled with equal parts bitter and equal parts sweet
And you’ll have a brain never starved but always ready to eat
CHEERS!
Here’s to you and here’s to me
To the future, may it be blissful and bright
To the past moments of triumph and delight
To the present, let us be merry and more than alright
Here’s to a good night and a better tomorrow
To overcoming grief and all of our sorrow
To making the best of what lies ahead
To being grateful for every day before we’re dead
Here’s to good people the world over
To those among us whether drunk or sober
To our imperfect friends and most perfect strangers
To the brave souls who face our greatest dangers
Here’s to you and here’s to me!
To every ilk from every country!
Tulgatsgaaya!
Salud!
Na zdrowie!
Gan bei!
Cheers to all!
Now let’s drink up already...
A lil’ Bit of Thought
I wonder…
If God made dirt
And dirt don’t hurt
Then surely God made pot
So pot why not?
Just a little bit of thought
A lil’ bit of thought
O
N
LIFE
E
S
S
O
N ow let me tell you what
When you’re feeling low
You can get by
And get a little high
With a simple stride
Down a sunny, tree lined street
You’ll feel an uplift in your soul
On a wonderful stroll
If you take in your surroundings
And notice the great many perfections
In this imperfect world that we’re living in
Gnarly roots from the gnarliest trees
Individual homes showing outward
Inward personalities
The roar of the city
Heard faintly in the background
As squirrels and sparrows
Spar and crow and squirrel away
And here is where you’ll realize
Before you trip on the sidewalk
Or step in dog shit
Unprepared for the other side of reality
As bliss ends prematurely
On reentry into the fray
That life is worth living
Surviving and enduring
Because sometimes life is better than okay
BEWARE of
The Other
They are not your sister
Not your brother
They are another creed entirely
And whatever it is
That they believe in
Is whatever it is
That is what is
Wrong with society
The Other
Are a challenge to your status quo
The Other
Are everything you do not know
The Other
See the world in a different light
The Other
You must avoid or prepare to fight!
That’s what I heard about
The Other anyways
From another
Who knew more about them than me
And of course I’ve heard all about them
And all that they believe in
From blogs and books and talking heads on T.V.
I’ve even seen
The Other with my own eyes
But one to one I’ve never known any
Can you imagine what would happen if you did!?
Shake their hands?
Meet their kids?
Complete and utter catastrophe!
Nope! Not worth it! Don’t do it!
Taking that kind of chance is far too risky!
Otherwise…
You could be tormented
By completely new ideas
Or obscenely new perspectives
Of culture and identity
They could challenge you
And what you thought you knew
They could change the makeup of your mind
And worst of all afterall
You could end up
Like The Other kind!
​
So beware
Of the Other
They are not your sister
Not your brother
They have nothing in common
With you and me
Not one thing whatsoever
Other than we might share the same fear
Of other people taking away who we are
Our freedom
Our way of life
Our humanity
But other than that…
The Other?
Don’t bother.
Any encounter with them could be deadly!
So you best beware, be scared of them
The danger is tremendous
You can count on this
Don’t be a fool
Believe me!
​
ON
WRITER'S
ROAD
Stop to think for a moment
When stuck in mental traffic
What route have you not thought out
To get around the bind?
You may consider many possibilities
And create many more fantasies
But how many have you tried?
Sometimes when nothing else is moving
The only choice worth choosing
Is to leave the vehicle behind
Step off the pre-planned route
Of the predestined destination
You had already mapped out
In your mind
Through sticks and stones
Make a path all your own
And there you will discover
How to
CLIMB!
CLIMB!
CLIMB!
And at last
When you break through the thicket
Muddy
Bloody and
Bruised
Exhausted from so much struggle
Through steps in shits of all kinds
You’ll feel a tremendous warmth
There for a moment
From a peek of light
Through the clearing of the mind
​
And yet here,
There is a possibility
That you may look back
Only to see
The road you once traveled
Full of traffic jams and jellies
Is now moving again without obstruction
As if nothing had ever happened
Flowing perfectly, freely
You could have never predicted it
That waiting it out
Would have relieved your predicament
In the pileup of one track thinking
Keeping everything stagnant in your mind
Sure,
This may be the outcome
And you may feel dumb
After having gone and done
A trek beyond the norm
Outside the box
Of ordinary thoughts
Across treacherous embarrassments
Tangled up in thorns of ignorance
Scarred by wild nips and tucks of fear
Lost in the woods of Wondering What Ifs
Yet somehow you persevered!
And had you not ventured a guess
To experience the perils of perseverance
Up and over whatever stopped you before
Then you would have never found
What you have now
One hell of a story to tell
In search of whatever it was
You had begun the journey for
