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Give it all the blood, tears, sex you’ve got,

if you truly want it.

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Metaphors & Ruminations

It all dissolves like ice cubes at the bottom of a scotch,

Moments, people, places wash from memory with enough time,

The sad and painful past you can’t quite understand –

What drives someone to lose their humanity,

Is it in us all, or is it some sick anomaly?

You’ll never really know, nor is it necessary that you do.

Through agony shines in a blaring light,

The past feeds the present,

And at present you are strong and whole.

Forgive where you can and go on,

Brave as you flow along, steady in the path you chose.

Ténacité

raised in quicksand, ill-treated, beaten, but never broken.

dreams may take time to materialize, but I’m steadfast,

rejection letters and vanishing editors can’t hold me back.

thankless days spent 9-5,

climbed up out of wreckage for much more than this,

vacations missed to make ends meet,

still I persist.

I’m not done yet.

Red Wine

Red wine passes through my lips, heals the hurt of the day,

this is not to say I recommend you mend all wounds with wine –

Knew a man who couldn’t put down his favorite way to block the pain, died of it.

But this full-bodied cabernet distills my insides,

Keeps work, debt, worry at bay.

So I sip as I sit, and melt away.

Charlottesville

blood in the streets,
still I’m not surprised,
hateful hooded men who carry torches breeze past me everyday,
in the supermarket, on the subway –
cloaks and masks removed.

blood in the streets,
and somehow the opposition is to blame,
how dare we fight back against an armed, racist, mob,
don’t you know who gets to carry the pitchforks around here?
(hint: it’s not you and I)

blood in the streets,
and broken bodies out on sidewalks all summer long,
when’s it going to finally sink in?
more incendiary threats and half-baked wars,
this nation will be its own ruin.