All my time

As I was listening to a song to try and catch it’s rhythm

I wondered if at all I belong with them

The artists, the poets , the actors the stars

Or am I just a wanna be mediocre as they are

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I would like to wake up early and then work out a bit

Sit down after the shower and write something

Pray to God and count my blessings

Then spend time with family relish it with them

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Yet I lost the rhythm I wonder if I can play

Be a writer again or wait for another day

Shall I quit or wait another day

All my time that I spend today

a poetic lad

we had fun being miserable

we were miserable being sad

when we didn’t know what to do

we were secretly good and glad

—

when we didn’t know what was good or bad

what to leave what could be had

we dithered and procrastinated

and turned into a poetic lad

How can

how can someone

be so ugly inside

be so pretty outside

—

how can someone

be so smart

yet be so dumb

—

how can someone

otherwise be do kind

yet be so mean

—

how can someone

be so good a friend

yet heartless outside

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contradictions

of life and people

of what is and what it is not

Stoked

Stoked to win an award

Took the least reward

Choked on how to describe it

Made over verbose to fully satisfy it

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Like I said before I was stoked

I soldiered on though provoked

Till fate gave me a hand

I am the rock star of my band

—

They suggested alt words

They asked why stoked

Even after twenty years

My words get their goat

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So I am stoked and I am happy

Better alone than be crappy

By birth chosen to be snappy

Stand smart and be dappy

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Middle Aged Man

I am a middle aged man

I used to sing Yes We Can

I used to be your man with a tan

Now I say Yes sir Yes Maam

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As I listen patiently in a call

I wonder how great was my fall

I used to be a rebel without a cause

Now I am a corporate brick in the wall

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As I think each night fall

To rise how much we crawl

To fly away we shouldnt stall

Middle aged men cant afford to be tall