George the 23rd• Show poetry

I am a hopeless romantic at heart, with a mean cynical and pessemistic streak.

Humanity never ceases to amaze me, in both its capacity for love, 

as well as the depths of it's cruelty. I believe in the power of love to boot

any adversity in the crotch. My love is my shield. My words are my sword.

My words are the untied shoelace I sometimes trip upon...

 

I am a walking contradiction that lives on a diet of Music, Coffee, and an inhuman amount of Cigarettes. If the Cancer doesn't get me, The sarcasm will. I smile the most when I'm with

my beautiful and enlightening daughter, Lillian Wednesday. I live in Etcetera, Oregon. A veritable black hole of culture and entertainment options,  I believe this town has played a large part into making me the fierce creature I am today. When one has to entertain one's self, Creativity takes the wheel, and you just sit back and laugh every time it crashes into a god damned tree. 

 

I am a dissector of things, (not literally. I don't have any interest in entrails!) I pick apart and examine under a microscope fine details that a lot of people wouldn't even consider.

I'm not afraid to be ugly, or small. My Vanity died some time ago. Put it in a shoebox. Didn't even fill half the damned thing. I buried it out back, under a tree. I have no interest in most things

fluffy, half-assed or twee. If you Censor yourself, you Censor us all. Don't be afraid to get mud on your shoes. Don't be afraid of words that make old ladies and "respectable" people blush and turn away. This is your one ride on the Merry-go-round. Make it count, or count yourself out. Most of all, never check the temperature, you know it's cold as hell. Dive right in, and if you never make it back alive,  you can go honorably, knowing at least you tried. . .

 

 

It's all about that first spark, which in turn, ignites the powder keg... Never underestimate it, that tiny and quavering spark.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNaFcOW0FJ0