Chewing On Glass…

Meant Nothing

A lie is finished and another one begins
They say that it is all in my head
But if you’d only let me begin
Then maybe I could show you
Where the truth in the matter lies
I feel as though we’ve lost all hope
If we had any to begin with I’d never know
In the end we all start yet another beginning
We finish nothing but think we’ve done something
Generations worth of knowledge crumbles into dust
A foundation of ideas left there to be found
I could careless at this point
If nothing ever gets done
About what I will leave behind
Because I understand in the end
It meant nothing to you or your kind

Dark and Damp

It’s beautiful the darkness
Like the lights in the sky
My mind scatters with lies
Marriage is a union
Built upon to grow
Where it is dark and damp
A season of witches
A feeling of being buried
Beneath the sweating skin
Lies a secret we hold
When do we rise
When do we crawl
Out of the darkness
And closer to the light

Two older poems… It is really hard not to rework these older poems that I have left behind… It is natural to change… hopefully for the better… Same as it is natural to want to leave something behind… hopefully for the better… the truth is though what we leave behind has nothing to do with us at all…

We’d like to believe that our collective knowledge is worth something to those that come after us… but what knowledge we brought to the table for others to consume… isn’t up to you or I… It is far removed from our control…

Meant Nothing isn’t really about that but it is the seed of the idea… the thought of growing older… and seeing the relevance of your own existence and what little it means to those of the future… Growing older it is easier to get swept up in that helpless feeling this thought produces…

Except a lot of us don’t stop and reflect on how we’ve already done it ourselves… with little to no thought about how that feels to those before us… Because again we all want to feel important… feel as though we are leaving something behind… and a lot of us won’t… Which is the dark thought I wanted to explore…

Speaking of exploring… Dark and Damp… isn’t about growing old… instead it is about a subject I don’t focus a lot of my writing on directly… Sex and the creation of life… Which if you have read any of my books you’d know isn’t true… I’ve been told sometimes I focus too much on that subject at times…

Sex like growing old is a fleeting experience and should be explored extensively… Another topic I’m not going to expand on right now… Dark and Damp… isn’t the sexiest poem out there… but I do feel it says a lot about the creation of life in a dark and sexy way… That’s probably what I like about it the most… Otherwise it is pretty much on brand for me…

Another long rant in the books… Hopefully all is well… Remember to explore safely and consensually… Life ain’t nothing to fuck with… even if it is a good time… and growing old is only the next part of life… Try not to be a dick about… These damn kids have no respect and neither did you… Now get the hell off my lawn…