Humility

Replacing pride with compassion

Enduring criticism for the sake of peace

Knowing that being correct is not enough

Wholly stepping outside of self

in order to view the world as another does

Summoning strength through the pain of insults

Sacrificing stubborn beliefs

so that a better person might emerge

…but it all begins with humility

af

(written with pen on paper)

It’s about changing perspective

about realizing how much more I have to give

one dollar at a time

it goes beyond the value

It’s about reshaping the mind

to understand the insignificance of what is considered worth

while finding greater worth where risk would never dare to go

It’s never about what it says it is

underneath everything is a complex story

questions that beget questions

the building blocks of confidence needed

when stepping out from one life into another

It’s about answering those inquiries

standing up to those doubts

marching past rejection as only a barren patch in the grass

patiently, with no anger, no mirrors, no judgment

One dollar means that there are still people

who are connected to a selflessness

dedicated to creation and trust

who understand that sometimes

the answer to the question

is faith in the human being

who understand

life is a slow process

and that it is our obligation

to support it

af

(written on computer)

Patience

Don’t be an asshole

Second-guess everything

Be grateful

Nice and slow

One step backwards two steps forward

Should I be doing this?

Never say no

It is a challenge not a problem

Question everything

Don’t be creepy

Stay focused

Pain is weakness leaving the body

The mind is stronger than the body

Where your treasure is there also will be your heart

Perspective Dreams Choices

***

Your turn…

af

(written on computer)

sleep well

use my shoulder

in this moment worry not

there are no judgments here

as we both are losing a dear woman of our family

i, too, am in pain, exhausted

but i have compassion for you

you are a human being

regardless of your looks, your quirks

keep trying

close your mind

use my shoulder

and sleep well stranger

af

(written with pen on paper at 30,000ft high)

My mother is dying

Everyone says I am unreasonable

because I have stared at dial tones

lacking in mystery as to who I am and what I want

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It is sweet

the old New York romance of it:

tired rejected writer forcing intoxication at the bar

beautiful young tender of the drinks

both looking for something to make sense

but from opposite sides of life

and the end game’s all the same:

us naked, sweaty, masturbating words onto each other

rebelling against while fucking towards

Another beer entertains a fantasy:

drink till closing time

then the new muse extends the invite

for a walk

then a nightcap

then a kiss

then a story for future use:

the young and impressionable

curious lips kissing lustfully curious lips

stripping bodies to the creator’s bare self

a pounce thrust upon each other

for the voyeuristic sins of the horny angels

It is meant to come then go

this sweet little fantasy

a New York minute

raging sweet and apropos:

the erotic impact of two artists:

savage heat experienced

in secret

on and off the page

af

(written with pen in little notebook)

i am stuck

poems to write

pieces of me asking quietly to roam free

to relax

but i am too busy distracting myself…

a nerve has been touched

and i am completely conflicted

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