You know
the only way
out of
a life of torment
is
A
O N E
W A Y
T I C K E T
to hell!
smell the smoke
from the burning
bush.
yet,
nothing
burns…
the illusion
is
real
with each
step
down those
slippery
stairs.
once upon a time,
time stood still.
it is still there like a
movie re-run
to behold.
will you go back
and do it better?
Or, will you see the
movie through to its end?
If it weren’t for the written word,
I would have surely
killed myself
years ago…
that is,
if I
weren’t such a big
chicken
liver.
NO,
I guess
that’s not the real reason
I didn’t do it.
I would have missed it all.
you know, this
experience
called
L I F E.
I had hope.
life led me on
with all its
subtle trickery.
In other words,
I was fooled into
hanging on.
I had that glimmer of hope
things would get better.
But, they only got worse
and worse
through the decades.
yes,
many have had it
much
tougher than I.
But, I was always
the sensitive
one who got his feelings
hurt.
yes, ‘handsome’ old me:
I was the one rejected
who got his heart
broken shattered to pieces
used,
manipulated
and
betrayed
a thousand and one times.
yet, somehow,
I got
through it all.
I even learned some
things without
staying bitter.
I did recover
somewhat…
I learned that
all that torment
was not out there
so to speak,
it was trapped
entirely
within me.
It was my own experience
and it truly belonged only to me.
it was mine all mine and
out of everything I owned
on the face of this earth,
no one could ever take my
hard learned lessons
away
from me.
(it didn’t make me feel any better that
I had created all my own misery within. It seemed the world
was to blame, not me. yet, the world can’t
be blamed for how we feel: it is our reaction,
be it love, shame or hatred. We are
bound to this earth by our own feelings…)
And, all that lifelong pain
didn’t destroy
my soul like
I had feared.
it only destroyed who
I thought
I was.
but, as it turned out
that person wasn’t really me
anyway.
And, then someone else
grew from that
pile of ashes
standing tall.
he was better than
before.
actually, he was someone
I was starting to like.
he was
a changed man:
a work in progress.
But, eventually
he developed his own
philosophy of life
to cope with all
life’s ups and downs.
so,
here it goes.
listen up
real good…
‘you can
kid yourself
when
you drink
wine.
But, you
can’t kid
a kidder
when he’s
sober.
and, then
around the
corner
this ‘Kidder’
fella
catches you off
guard
delivering
something in
life
you never
expected.
you get a rude
surprise.
in a split second,
you hear a
‘whack’!
you see
stars and
blackness.
a bully with
a baseball
bat just whopped
you over
the head
knocking
you out.
you wake up
hours later…
then,
hello!
here it is:
dumped
right on your lap
whether you like it
or not!
you
begrudgingly
embrace your
next
life challenge
that you know
deep down in
your gut
is
a burden
that’s
really
really
really
gonna
S U C K!!!
more than
anything
you’ve ever
experienced
so far
in this
miserable
life!
and,
no one
pities
you
except
(riddle. fill in the blank)
Y _ U
