Gaze up at tonight’s sky, eyes wide.
It’s clear, and brilliant with glistening stars,
Watch as they slowly ride the heavens.
Headily bask in the vivid midnight drapery.
The universe dances for your enjoyment,
embrace it’s movements with childlike awe.
The boundless expanse forever winks with eternity.
Author: thedudenz
Through conceit and self deception
I have left myself like an unmoulded block of clay
Full of promise for things it could be
But without form or shape
Through labor and thought I will sculpt myself
In to the man I want to be
I will make my ancestors proud that I bear their name
Perseverance
Bite your tongue
And swallow your invented excuses
They’re gonna put you down regardless
Stay silent and let your achievements
Do the same to them
Sounds of whispering, whirling waves
From the whorl of cleansing water
washing away woes with their wake
Like the opening of a window
Blowing the dust of worry away
Watched by the white clouds
And whistling birds
Whizzing their way across the sky
Over weathered wooden houses
Who’s walls withstanding any weather
A cocoon of warmth and happiness
Wine and wonder
You talk to me about self improvement without irony
But I’m still stuck destroying my liver, kidneys and brain every weekend for kicks
Living out some rash fantasy I didn’t fulfill from my teen years
When I was too busy doing what I was told
I’m living in a way I thought I might reach by the time I was 40
A mortgage, industrial day job, thinking of kids and marriage
Its the stuff some 27 year old males wake from sweating and twisted in sheets
It haunts me, the idea that I might be pushing in to adulthood too quickly.
Am I really ready?
Did I really agree to this or just somehow blindly fall in to it?
Do I really miss the single life, scheming on girls, drugs, adventure,
stumbling in the door blind drunk at 4am?
Maybe it was just the glow of the e, lsd, or mushrooms.
Maybe I don’t trust myself to be happy with you
Feeling like at any moment I could fuck it up
And let you down like I failed all the other significant others
Waste years of your life on a pipe dream and a prayer
And leave you in as dark a place as you found me
But then I come home to you
And you fall in to my arms, enveloping me in your love
And I feel more at home than anywhere else.
A future without you looks bleak and full of heartache
Nobody ever told be it would be confusing finding the one you love
For sale:
Dust coated dreams
Rescued from my spare closet
They are too old and disused
To be of use to me
Any more
A New God
I pray to a new god
to deliver me.
I hope I work hard enough,
so I will be rewarded with
everything I’ve ever wanted.
the tenets can be fickle
and the rewards
fleeting
but I’m promised it all
in the end.
all my hopes and
dreams, paid for in credit.
it all might be for nothing,
I might be wasting my time.
but how do I know
unless I’ve tried?
so,
please, almighty commerce.
deliver me from this life.
grant me one more
Boon
let me have the life I crave
and no regrets
except about the money I didn’t spend
Some people change in the blink of an eye
Some right in front of your face
You don’t get to make their choices for them
You don’t get to decide what’s right
Your only choice is to stay or move on,
Greet the change with sadness or joy
Don’t torment yoursel
Growing up in a big city I used to think the houses went on forever.
Standing atop tall apartments or on mammoth hills it seemed like they did,
the tiled roofs stretching out to infinity
mirrored by the blue skies above.
Then I moved to a smaller town surrounded by hills and mountains
And it seemed as if those ranges were the same, that if you could only see the other side of the tallest one far in the distance, that there would be yet more waiting on just the other side.
It can feel the same with strong emotions, like they will last forever, stretching on and staying with you forever with no conceivable end.
Obviously none of these were ever the case, the houses succumbed to open spaces,
the hills to plains,
And the emotional pain or joy to lesser,
or more intricate feelings.
Nothing goes on forever, not even the depths of space and time itself.
Never forget that while you might not be able to picture a time or place when things will be different to what you’re experiencing, there is.
And it is a paradise waiting to rejoice in your arrival.
Smoke
Opportunities missed and mistaken
Promise squandered
The days of one’s life burnt up like smoke
Thrown in to the ash trays of time
The snores of capitulation and complacence
Drown out the daring few
And the drunken sense of privilege
Throws man and woman alike
In to the void
thedudenzspeaks 