Walking into the human traps
And the traps are all around
The military, the trap of school
The trap of women
The trap of a job or a career
The traps are omnipresent
The boys and girls are out there
Selling you things that you do not need
Credit cards, cars, mouth wash
Cheeseburgers, cigarettes
All around traps
With smiling faces and kick your ass strides
So many traps
One can't help but to walk into them
The trap of hard work, the trap of a good time
So many traps
One can't smell or hear the dogs
Like a fox
So we are not nearly as cleaver
And the fox holes are too small to hide in anyway
And one knows why men become hermits
And live in remote locations away from people
And those dangerous smiling faces
Those faces put one into debt
Those faces send you off to the battlefields of the world
Those faces put you in jail
Those faces will have you married with a job
For life
Those faces sell and sell and sell
As one sees the billboards on corners of everywhere
And remembers Sartre's words,
"Hell is other people."
The Wound
It could come from a bad childhood
Or bad parents, or growing up in the wrong neighborhood,
Or it could come from going to the wrong schools,
It could be caused by, being punched too much,
Or teased too often, but it’s there
As we follow after wrong ideals and mishap theories
Always the wound and the dull flashing of yesterday
As we try to move on
But the damn wound won’t let us forget;
It’s image so poignant, so poignant
And we must forget, and try to forget
As most people try to forget, but I can’t and know
Others who can not forget either
Those pale wounds, still hurting slightly
If you put a finger or palm over them
So many of our wounds threading through
The order and chaos of our lives
Those wounds write books
Those wounds create paintings
Those wounds write music
Those wounds get up in the mornings
Those wounds type at computers all day long
Those wounds drive busses
Those wounds work on the Ford assembly line
Those wounds drive cars
Those wounds must prepare dinner
Those wounds must try to fall asleep at night
Those wounds must move on
The wounds
The wounds
The wounds
Faking it
In the world you have
To fake it,
To be social,
To work with the others
You have to fake it
Put on a false smile
When you don’t want to
In this world, working
Towards a common goal
You have to be good natured
When you don’t want to be
And would rather be somewhere else
Instead of smiling and laughing
With the others—
That’s how people earn a living,
How the world makes a living,
Were morality comes from,
It’s how the business man does it
And the shop owners too,
In business you can be truthful,
Show your true emotions,
When you make a living,
How terrible it would be
If people did what they wanted
At work, and said what wanted to
Nothing would ever get done,
In this world, you have to fake it
Listed below are some of his other poems:
My Madness
How It Can Happen
The Great Music Producer
Traffic Court
What I know
Wisdom
How It Is
The Times
A Pecking Pigeon
Knowledge
The Silence of Motion
Three Girls
Morning Rush Hour
A Strange Place
Epiphany
On Corners
Nowhere
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
An Ode to Desire
Dark Empty Room
The Weekend
Big Problem
Courage
Writing the Street
Ennui
Energy
Ants and Childhood
The Wealthy
Video Addict
Dreaming and Riding
The Joke Is on Me
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