Sep 30, 2015
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excerpt from, Selfiology
“Women hardly recognize a good man standing in front of them because the world is full of assholes. Hardly anyone is authentic anymore. And most relationships are more and more often arbitrary, a debauched dissolution based on fickle thinking and, as they say, a fucking fun time. But forget it. The rarity of a good hearted and honest connection is likely the reality of wandering upon a 1943 copper wheat penny in a random pile of unwanted articles. But there are times, however, and every once in awhile the occasion strikes good and on time, and a loose piece of change falls from a worn pair of forgotten jeans—so I start for the bar. That is a true and eternal love. Different, yes, for everyone has their individualistic taste … but mine is alcohol. She never disappoints me and she always lightens the mood. Memento mori, let the good times roll and let them roll back into memory. Raise a glass and toast to truth, because tomorrow I might not be here.”
1776 Schooner Roaring Royal Savage
when i’m good and gone don’t dare weep at the willow valley vaguely acknowledge the fact first and move on commemorate the champion i went out about and forever around fighting warrior against the wind against the trouble storm of draping blue wisteria waging war for myself self-respect and self-acceptance,
love thy self.
my head of water some shallow sunken ships shipwrecked. some so sorrow still sailboats sailing, remember i stood for selfiology:
love thy self.
compassionate sailor sailing on
mindfully meditatively mingling.
never stop, refuse unruly hatred warmongers. re-fuse mental wires. i tested the limits, remember that. somos instantes—raise hell and tell them! i left marks for mammals to track down, poem songs dancing: never forget!
never forget.
don’t you dare weep for me at the willow valley my body resting blood waking new life after death, after death life is sleeping. i’m sleeping until then another golden dawn.
good night.
excerpt from, Selfiology
Sometimes pressure seems to be pressing, but always tell them how you feel. Only the good ones handle the difficult degrees of dealing, because they want to feel things through, to understand. Those who leave, leave because they’re unaware of understanding the matter or means in point thereby pathetically unable to form a solution. Tout comprendre, c’est tout pardonner. I forgive them for I cannot please them. They have different degrees of dealing.
Truth and Lies
the world wrestles with saints and warriors, in history we see one never without the other: from war to peace to pieces to wholes.
Lighten up, listen: relax.
d. m. armstrong