I do think that
when a wild horse
is first saddled and
the bit is forced
between its teeth it
fights its own future
The cowboys believe that
they have broken its
spirit but they haven’t
A horses heart lives
in its hooves and
not its back and
just like people it
remembers that it once
was free and will
be again as long
as it keeps moving
Absence
Happiness is the absence
of want want is
the absence of have
Have is the absence
of need need is
the absence of maybe
Maybe is the absence
of certainty certainty is
the absence of failure
failure is the absence
faith and faith is
the absence of belief
and belief is the
absence of ones happiness
ChapterXXIV
As I have now
turned the first few
pages of my new
chapter what I find
that I’m looking for
are a few meaty
characters and just maybe
a villain to carry
my story to its
end but alas here
men scatter like geese
frightened by loud noises
How’s a writer supposed
to tell a story
absent of any characters
Sure I still have
some from previous chapters
but I do feel
a plot twist coming
One day I might
stumble across a character
that will carry the
story of me across
the finish line but
until then I guess
some expose will do
HowWeSee
From my apartment window
everything always appears smaller
The gas station skyscrapers
and even the mountains
look like they are
pieces on a board
game it’s called perspective
Now if only I
could see my feelings
thusly rather than the
monsters which hide in
closets and under beds
I guess those things
closer are always scarier
Hamster
I don’t feel well
Oddly enough it’s not
from a broken heart
Oh I know surprise
I guess we all
at one time or
another just get tired
of spinning around the
same treadmill expecting different
results when in fact
what we should do
is step off and
quietly be the little
happy hamster tucked way
back in the corner
