An Excerpt from...

...A bunch of yellow notepads I'd carried and written in over a few years, with the intention of eventually compiling a collection. I can't say I can recall what inspired it, particularly, but I think the point's fairly clear. Here it is, as was:

   Monotony; mutiny;
theatrical dispute only
indicates a lack of
conviction: lack of certainty;
there can be no debate
where one knows the
truth. Disavowals of
concrete truths only
show a child's
inheritance of the
substance of things.
Substance is substantially
lacking in many of our
modern age; replace  person
with a contrived personality;
false laughs mask
confusion; disgust; pity...
pity there are so
many 'hopeless' cases-
but then- what's a
hopeless case to a 'head
case' and whose right
is more wrong? Would we
rather honor crippling
honesty or favour
meticulous falsities?
Truth... What a beautiful
noun. No more, but a
mystery. Life is, in
itself- forever and
always- a mystery.
Life is the truest
form of expression,
when committed without
digression. See no mirror!
Fear no eye! But live,
and live for more than
the act alone, of
living.

The Modern Man

About a decade ago I wrote a poem entitled 'Modern Man'; it was a little concise, but somewhat thoughtful, a bit naive, but also nice. Without the intentional consideration, I wrote this recently, a joke about things I'd seen, and also lived- an update in mentality, I suppose!

The modern man must economise!
First; eat that apple,
so that you may combat the noxious fumes
of the air you breathe.
Now; find relaxation in
a book you enjoy,
to fight that stress
you feel,
crushed against others
the way there
and back again.
Lastly; make sure you learn
so that you are
not wasting your mind
all that time
you spend in following
your drudgery.
The modern man of economy
knows the trick
at once
to all three.