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    Posted by davada - December 7th, 2022


    Fight, flight, f-

    On my d- for good luck

    Melancholy wit my trigger finger

    Twitching on despair

    You can search for all the fucks I gave

    But they're no longer there


    Bodies stacking bodies

    But these people, they don't care

    I dream of every life I stole

    But I don't see you there


    Your d- was pointed at my face

    And mine against your chest

    Eyes locked eyes who'd blink first

    We'd put it to the test


    Being honest if I lost

    I think that'd be the best

    I've got a body count already

    I don't need another mess


    But if we could just walk away

    And live another day

    I hope that we can meet under

    sky's that aren't so gray



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    Posted by davada - July 12th, 2021


    Howdy folks. I'd like to share one I just cooked up. It's called, "the fool."


    Isn’t it better to play to fool over the mime?

    Isn’t a jester, more noble than a bumbling clown?

    What gold has silence earned you?

    Isn’t a loud mouth more fun to have?

    It’s good to pay attention to everyone that has the king’s ear, isn’t it.

    A silvered tongue in the mouth of a fool in the ears of a king worth more than any alchemist’s gold.

    Some wisdom is older than man.

    That wisdom comes not from memories not in the head, but in the very DNA that makes you.

    Wasn’t it foolish to ruin paradise?

    Don’t we do it every day?

    What's really changes?

    Who’s had the king’s ear all these years?

    A silver tongued fool with more money than sense turned a playground into a parking lot.

    Turned something into something else that destroys something else for something else’s sake and something else has to happen for something else again to once again stop something else that some one else started and no one else has stopped.

    Repetition has never worked to create something new.

    Has anyone ever known happiness in a loop?

    But even if you try to repeat something else

    What differences did you bring

    Did you change a fools performance into gold?

    Who’s the alchemist after all?

    Where did all this gold come from?

    Sorry, Mamma.

    Foolish foolish fools and their foolish foolish goals. Foolish gilded ghoulish goals of gains and gold and gore for gold and gold for gore.

    Chicken or the egg.

    Blood shed is the end.

    Does which came first matter?

    Not if it is never made right.


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    Posted by davada - June 25th, 2021


    Alternate Title


    Retirement Plan for 2022:

    A Letter to my Accountant


    My entire working life

    I put not a cent

    Into a retirement fund.

    I never saw a point in it.

    What good was saving

    I need that money yesterday

    But more than that

    I didn't see myself

    Ever having the opportunity

    To look at a version of myself

    30 years in the mirror

    6 months and we'll all know together

    Whether I was dumb

    Or just plain stupid


    Thinking on it critically

    Since I spoke

    So little on the subject

    30 years of silences

    Makes it plain to see

    At the very minimum

    I was dumb all along.


    180 days of my own

    Personalum

    Medium Annus

    One I made my self.


    Sorry for the suffering I've caused along the way.

    There's been a lot.

    Time sure flies.

    I'll get better.


    I'll get better.


    I'll get better

    And then I'll pass.

    As do we all.


    They lie to you when they tell you

    "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing right."

    That mentality was a trap

    One set for me

    And other "gifted" to believe

    That only Perfection is valid.

    Only Perfection is competitive.


    "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing poorly."

    That was the spell that illuminated


    The jaws

    The hinges

    The lock

    And the chain


    I could see the path I walked clearly

    That allowed me to succumb

    To such a common

    Plebian

    Mundane pit fall

    I can see it all

    But not the key


    And I'm tired.

    Every effort to climb out

    Was done for years

    Still wearing a chain I couldn't then see

    And now that I see it

    I'm tired.


    My ankle feels fine inside this cruel metal mouth

    The uneven spiked floor, a more comfortable cot

    Than the walls I still have to climb to get the fuck out


    Just pass me some water now and then

    Make sure I have my pills too

    And when I wake up, I'll still be here


    I don't blame you

    For moving on

    We only have time

    After all

    For those

    That can help themselves

    As the minimum bar for giving help

    And since that's not me

    I'm fine to bid ado

    If this was my final Spring

    It's been the best I've ever had

    What delights will I know

    Come Winter


    Posted by davada - June 22nd, 2021


    As the decades begin to feel seasonal

    And birthdays come so often now

    Losing track seems inevitable

    There's just so much to forget


    Our lives are made of so much of these

    forgotten

    moments

    lost

    Not with the sands of time

    More permanent than that

    Gone with the distant dreams of those not yet born

    Who could never have known your name


    Has a day gone by now?

    Or was it a week?

    What do you mean it's already been 10 years since we last spoke?

    Why was our last conversation

    So pointless

    That we'd

    never

    do it

    again

    I'm sorry.

    I thought it'd just been last week


    Why am I dreaming of you

    Like it's just been a week since we laughed together

    About the most nothing life had to offer

    And why can't I find you?

    I want to know the dreams mean nothing.

    That it was

    all

    for

    nothing


    How many more weeks will go by

    before I can even rouse the strength to ask

    how did you die?

    Didn't we speak just last week?


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