heavy thinking, alcohol, poetry, depression, sadness, steven humphreys
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Heavy thinking

Heavy thinking midnight drinking bells of Christmas tinkling look at the dictator deep in his face in the flaming 'no blinking' mirror sinking beer belly bread basket no longer care grain alcohol before the fall thought you'd become wiser when nothing to do nowhere to go and those all too beautiful hills became still and… Continue reading Heavy thinking

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Serve one up

the voice asks 'serve one up?' then you know it has come to this and you wonder what is this thing about once we get a handle on being a baby we grow into a toddler? then as a teen once you feel you knew it all you grew into a young adult realizing you once… Continue reading Serve one up

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Put it to the Torch

Put it to the torch! be angry not I say oh god in the sky take us away! take us away! they say time heals all wounds? But have the Sayers of this ever experienced the pain of a broken spirit? Is there time enough in life for all wounds to heal? does it take near another… Continue reading Put it to the Torch

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Drivin’ Low on route 66

Drivin' low on route 66 life began at 65 pickup sticks missin' kicks drivin' round hear that sound makin' ground thinkin' back four score years spillin' tears clubs and booze wasted years should've done more at school listened to all those fools hands not meant holding tools pickin' up speed wind blown hair feelin' a need remember… Continue reading Drivin’ Low on route 66

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Praying to the Rainmaker

I found myself praying to the rainmaker or shall I say programmer? the one who made all this you now see before you you know it's he who made all of this real even though it seems so unreal at times it's as real as it gets at least for us as immortal mortals in this… Continue reading Praying to the Rainmaker

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Sitting on My Bed

Sitting on my bed playin' my guitar scratching pulling threads in my head long ago afar eschewing Oliphant fungible suigeneris derriere grows rockin' in this chair feelin' pretty fair younger days care brown flowing hair life unfair beginning to an end fair weathered friends drivin' in my car not far corner bar under stars coin it see… Continue reading Sitting on My Bed

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The Visit

The visit is coming in town before he was born living hidden controlling minds remotely as an avatar not yet free to proving what is seen signaling knowing how it works within the mind therefore behooving someone to do something anything no matter how goddamned dim that unknown poet was in writing his sacred words alone long before… Continue reading The Visit

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Living for a Haircut

Living for a haircut Living from paycheck to paycheck living buying stuff when enough stuff is enough stripping off our evolution going far away from the places we used to believe were real giving a smile eating a cookie sitting in that barbershop chair looking in the mirror while so many lottery winners get more miserable… Continue reading Living for a Haircut

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That Slow Suicide

That slow suicide reached out to my throat grasping for paper straws that exquisite taste clanking lipstick stained tall stemmed glasses filled with cheap booze killing liver wine tossed into the burning wood fireplace steel grate upended crashing inside those poisonous relationships addicted to empty penniless hearts rock star aspirations never making those zillions we promised ourselves… Continue reading That Slow Suicide

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The Clothes Make the Man

The clothes make the man as well as anything can he can change your mind because he's looking so fine but what of character do we not understand? it's while that unwitting pretty boy of style walks in his shadow in pain owning up to nothing but a poser in vain talking standing in a plate of sand telling you a… Continue reading The Clothes Make the Man