Stating the Obvious
Stating the Obvious
Poets cry “life is fleeing!”
Well, no shit, Sherlock,
we already know
it doesn’t matter how long
we’ve got left
it’s what we do
and
where we go.
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Well, it’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Here’s to hoping that you made it to your weekend and that you’re facing some time off. If not, well, just keep trekking on and at least make it a little fun.
Well, here’s to hoping your night are long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go.
Skulls Never Frown
Skulls Never Frown
Spare me the melodrama,
the painted masks,
the acts,
life isn’t as cheap
when you peel the
tawdry robes back,
and strip it bare
of its sickly sweet
rotten meat,
and spoiled fat
Then bare bones can
address empty caverns,
and the pure ivory,
revealed,
can cast,
contrasting shadows,
complimenting eulogies,
of our present and
our past.
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It’s simple, it’s sweet- It’s Friday, folks. Welcome to your weekend, even though you might not be there yet, but here’s to hoping that, if you’re not, it comes quickly and lasts.
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