If we tried to put a price on happiness
the invoice would always total: madness.
It may feel delightful at first,
Eliciting a reaction we rehearsed
in front of our gilded mirrors,
for a fleeting glimpse.
All the while, we try to fill the hole,
with excess feigning success,
always chasing humility with vanity.
We rarely catch it in time;
The ledge from which we tumble
raised by our own pedestal
Where we lay our riches,
was all along crumbling beneath,
waiting for that fateful step,
when all falls through.
Lately the only true peace I have known
is what I feel when I’m driving alone
with the moon gleaming like a diamond
In a dark sky as the world slows down.
In that moment is where I exist,
never lost or thought to resist,
I simply drive as I wave goodbye
to the tumult of the day,
praying that tomorrow,
humanity might find its way
To a place where we all find that peace
where love conquers hate.
but hoping for it doesn’t help
when the only way is change.
This is a bit of a random story for me to post here, but with the way I’m feeling, this hit me where it counts and I hope it produces a little bit of a good feeling in everyone who takes some time to read it.
Going to work this morning, eagerly listening as Sinatra worked his way into my head, trying to knead out the knots of consternation with his lofty airs. But today he was just falling short and traffic wasn’t doing much to ease the mood.
Along the road there was a construction crew doing work on the center divider that separates the east and west-bound lanes at an intersection where a BART railway crosses the road. The sky was dark and grey, the breeze blew frigid daggers at your cheeks, and the sun wasn’t out to warm the laborers who probably just wanted a hot cup of coffee and an hour more in their own beds. And with it being rush hour their work was halted every time a group of cars trooped by because of how small the divider was and they had yet to set up a barrier.
As it was my turn to drive by, I looked at every one of them standing on the divider, each one grimacing, perhaps at the work they had ahead of them or something else troubling their minds. Their shoulders were slumped, eyes diverted elsewhere, some took a seat on the railing to wait out the passing autos; then I got to the final one in the row. She stood tall with her arms crossed and perched atop a spade that she drove into the loamy earth of the island divider. She showed no signs of reluctance to do the job at hand, no annoyance at the flood of cars making her job more difficult. Instead she smiled wide and directly at each passing car. I don’t know why she was smiling of course; it could have been for anything, or nothing at all. But I could feel the warmth it radiated in the moment, I could feel it seep through my driver’s side window and envelope me with the comfort of a thousand tender embraces and as I passed I couldn’t help but grin like a fool because no matter how terrible things get, no matter how tired you may be of a situation, there is always a silver lining out there. And although it may seem like a small thing to many, for me it was something I had to see, and was glad to see this morning.
-Your Humble Author
Once there was a man named Steve (⌐ ͡■ ͜ʖ ͡■) and Steve didn’t know what to do with himself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He knew he needed [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅5̲̅0)̲̅$̲̅] to live, yet he could even barely build an Ikea shelf. ლ(ಥ Д ಥ )ლ But one fine day as he was walking by the Gym ᕕ( ⁰ ▽ ⁰ )ᕗ he heard a pleasant melody that awakened something within him ♪♬༼ ⨀ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿⨀ ̿༽ He followed the alluring sound until he reached double doors, and there he stayed ┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴ for with his lack of skill, he was afraid they’d call him terrible names (⊹◕ʖ̯◕) But before Steve knew what was happening, the music took hold and to the beat, his foot began tapping. At first he moved stiffly, his gyrations lacked confidence ┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘But soon he learned well, and he was beginning to dance! ~(˘▾˘~) (~˘▾˘)~ Before he knew it, Steve was moving like a pro, ┌(▀Ĺ̯ ▀-͠ )┐ grooving and jiving like he was born for it from the get-go. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ Steve finally felt proud, his faith had been renewed. And that’s when Steve had a brilliant idea, he would start up his very own dance crew! ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°) They practiced and practiced, and soon they were put to the test, against the best the city had to offer, and Steve told them “No less”. For Steve was not scared, he was ready for anything (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง and he went bravely into the competition where the crowd’s cheers were deafening! His team danced like they deserved the win, and the judges agreed ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ *Ten points!* But the opposing team got angry, filled with hate and greed (っ-̶●̃益●̶̃)っ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨ ლ(ಠ益ಠლ) ┌( ◕ 益 ◕ )ᓄ But the judges weren’t having it, they sent them on their way. Though not before those greedy baztards flipped the judges table out of the way (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ But Steve was not perturbed, if anything he was triumphant \ (•◡•) / And from that day on, Steve had it planned. He would forever be a dancer, and as a dancer, he would be grand ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬
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This is in no way meant to be grammatically correct. This is just me having fun with text.
All waking hours blur
Into a seamless night.
No matter the sun’s dominance
In an azure hued sky,
The dreams reclaim me
Nor any hope sparks a light.
When the gusts of Winter left our teeth to chatter
A friend revived us with the warmth of laughter.
When all else failed and oblivion reared its head
A friend’s devotion kept our spirits high instead.
When life’s terrain grew too rough to traverse
A friend was always there, for better or for worse…
Originally written for a good friend, I share this piece with the world.
I met her at the crossroads.
She strode in like a pristine petal
Riding easy on a western breeze.
Strands of midnight flowed
Like shadows beneath a straw hat
Framing ethereal chestnut eyes
And a smile like Venus
Able to shatter any man’s guise.
It would be unwise to decipher the ache in his heart.
So much so that he truly believes
If he were to dig down into the depths
To recall the origin of that wretched,
unwelcome, drowning sensation,
He would no longer have the strength
To climb out of that pitch black hole.
That he may be forced along Dante’s path
With no guide nor God to lead him safely.
For within those depths he will plunge, and
The path of the absurd waits hungrily at the crossroad.
Fate is an unrelenting brute.
It’s never tempted by diversion
Or wise men with silver tongues
Forming hopeful hypotheses.
It’s simple though: Que sera, sera.
The young mother,
an abandoned lover,
has felt the cold steel
Of Fate’s unbiased blade
Gliding easily along her cheek
And perhaps the cackling clown
Sobs quietly in his room
After a standing ovation.
Remembering, all too well
Why his smile is simply a mask.
She sent me off on a tangent
A spacewalk without a helmet
With nothing but a gulp of air
And the desolation at which I stare