A Good Man

A Good Man 

I was always told 

to be a good man. 

But as I grow older 

I realize that this 

idea is simply and utterly 

just an idea. 

It is impossible to be as good of a man  

because it requires 

demands 

that the needs of others  

are much more important 

than your own base desires 

that inspire you to grow 

You can lose your self to being 

a good man 

to the point you forget who you are. 

Now there are bad men in the world

men who are too selfish 

unlike the good men 

who are entirely too unselfish 

You don't be a good man. 

You try to be. 

Or thats what I tell myself 

every day when the sun stirs me 

from the dark slumbers of sleep. 

I am alone in this world

full of people who struggle 

laugh

love 

fall out of love 

There is so much noise

and now I see 

that I should try and be a kind 

and good man. 

And your attempts are rewarded 

in those smiles from those

who see that you are not just an idea 

but a real 

and tangible thing. 

A good man is just an idea 

but a man who tries to be good 

and do the right thing 

without being dishonest with himself

or others. 

Now that...that is a man 

who I will strive to be. 

Yester Year

Yester Year 


Hard to imagine
that in the yester year 
this was a night full of tears 
fears 
and shadows. 

My only friends where people  
I would eventual hurt 
and only recently find peace with. 

Self loathing demons feasting on scars 
and words fed by people who's unknowing toxicity 
made my temperament of compassion 
a weakness and not a source of strength. 

The coming week during that yester year
saw a shimmer of hope 
in the form of a sudden adventure to see a film so dear 
with two friends who held me up 
when I could barely stand myself. 
That Friday would forge the counting hours 
of an internal struggle between the hard 
and the easy ways 
to cure my recent discovery of the monsters 
in my battered skull. 

In this present though 
I'm still here 
and I will not hide the fact 
that a lot of tears have been shed. 
My heart broke completely, 
twice as a matter of fact, 
as I tried to reestablish myself 

but the story has continued
continues to be my own 
and many days will continue to come. 

That ghost of yester year 
will always haunt me 
but a good ghost story
makes one inch closer
to warm lights. 

Historia

Historia 

As the histories reflect 
the ripples that got me to where I am now 
in front of this imported laptop 
in a foreign land 
where the only light that can be cast around at 2 am 
is one of a laptop glow 
that allows the images and songs 
of things all over my known world 
try and comfort me 

I think about the struggles that I am facing 
had faced 
will face 

And though the world around me isn't silent 
my mouth is one that is 
and in that silence I find a kind of fear 

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and leave those words 
that are written above linger and almost fade 
but a future rights 
that everything will be okay 
because history is made for 'his story' 
and my story 
is one for the age