Author Archives: sam

Trucks Use Right Two Lanes

Driving today. I’m not sure I have the energy to keep being angry. I am at a loss for words, a somewhat rare occurrence for me. Probably something to do with the motion sickness. That and I’m hungover. What a wonderful life I live. That statement is both sarcasm and not. Please enjoy the poem today.

Little Dancing Monkey

Every day I sit here

A monkey at the show

Dancing for their amusement,

For their

Satisfaction

What am i?

A man?

A goon to do their bidding?

I am angry

I am unsatisfied

For it is not with my own agency i make these choices

But a need to survive

When i need to thrive

These animals

More bestial than the most terrifying wild thing

Concealed beneath the veneer of fake smiles and solid colored suits

They own me

They own us

Don’t you think it’s time to break free?

I Am Angry

I am more angry than I have ever been. Seething. Burning. I am undervalued. Undersold. Powerless and voiceless in a world that would forget my life and experiences and relationships as if they were a blip on nobody’s radar, were I to disappear today. It’s not that no one cares. Many, many people care. I am not alone. Far from it. I am loved by so many people. I know this. I value this. It is the many who treat this world as a playground, the many who treat this world as a plaything, to be used and thrown away. Opportunities are scant, pay is a pittance, the climate in decline, the true Great War on the horizon… How are we to not be disillusioned? How are we to not be angry? Lacking purpose and guidance my generation trudges on through the slowly hardening concrete poured by generations before, hardening and slowing our progress, turning the Earth into a desolate wasteland we alone will survive to navigate. With no guidance, we must find our own way. We must save ourselves and our world. No one else will. And I am angry.

Eaten Away

there is beauty in this slow decay

extant expression

deterioration

hazel eyes, so much light

a facade, hidden from sight

a mind gone bad

past its due date

just a tad

War Were Declared

Morning. I really don’t have anything to say today. With the news of the largest breakout of war in Europe for 80 years, I find myself at a loss for words. Here’s a poem that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it’ll bring joy to your little sphere of influence too. Amusez-vouz bien, mes amis.

Alice Cooper, Music Guy

alice cooper’s an anthropologist

he knows all about milwaukee

and the surrounding areas

alice cooper’s the steve carell of musicians

look at his face

just… the way it goes

alice cooper’s eternally sixty

a deal with the devil it would seem

except he accidentally wrote a “+30”

alice cooper’s got the makeup

nothing he could ever do would shakeup

just how fucking cool that guy is

I don’t actually know very much about Alice Cooper 

outside of Wayne’s World 

so if he’s different

that is not on me

Monsters Under My Eyelids

Good morning. Every day is an opportunity. Gotta keep telling myself that. A child, faced with a monster, closes their eyes. What do they do when they’re still there in the dark behind their eyelids? What do you do when you close your eyes but you can still see those things you find most terrifying? Grab your little toy hammer and grasp it tight. Face them down. First and foremost, you are your own protector. Become a hero to yourself and you will find peace.

Die Helden von Einst

that’s where i want to be

not waiting to see

not fleeing, but flying, steadfastly alighting

my course, ever self righting

all’s well that ends well

building a boat

rise above the ocean swell

never to glean, never to gloat

a good man

realizing how i ran

never again

to find in others, that sacred glen

i find my peace

whence from me, you’ve taken a piece

amidst ancient stones, druidic hymn

not for him, just for him

Going east

searching for the beast

in the forest, hearing birdsong

i know the journey ahead will be long

Enduring quest

runic test

training and straining

the beast’s strength never waning

and with my spear and shield i trudge on

ever further, unto the dawn

drawing strength from heroes past

knowing my line will not be the last

von Helden komme ich

und Held werde ich sein

Marching Onwards

Good morning! Today is a day for marching onwards. For not just surviving, but conquering the day. Make your progress, take your progress. Today is a day to break down the walls and barriers of your previous conventions. Today is the day of The Siege.

The Siege, Part One

Billowing, blackened, choking smoke

Giant, quaking, lumbering beasts pulled by yoke

Timbers creak and crack and break

For their lord, they’ve souls to take

A siege, The Siege, undertaken

Bastions bewitched and ripe for the taking

These heretics, by their god, forsaken

All under this hot sun baking

Aching, groaning machines of war

Shifting metals, crushing petals

Through that wall their machines did bore

Waiting now until dust settles

An anxious, terrifying silence

Defenders move and fill the hole

Resolved to their defiance

Defenders rally to save their soul

From beyond the pale dust

A thundering of hooves, of boots, of drums?

Through the cloud come the Warriors of Rust

It is not rust from whence their name comes