Poem -
~ THUG ~
in the cold
bitterness of my awareness
I cry for the battered
and the strange
For,
are we all not
a piece
of the misunderstanding
that.....SUCKS!!
I mean
In an overall
sense of the term,
distortions
range from
here to Portugal
where we all
still love Elvis
as the world crumbles
around us,
I fall into
my torn jeans
and pray
that
this shit
All works out...
Tony Taylor
Comments
Hey T...I think we are all just trying to figure out where we belong in life...and how others see us...and how we see ourselves...We tend to label ourselves sometimes incorrectly or are misunderstood. To be considered a "thug" is a pretty harsh description of one's self. Hopefully, as we get older, we get away more and more from the distortions of who we are. I can't believe you wrote this in 10 minutes. I could never do that! I admire how you can act on inspiration. You are always reinventing yourself in writing. Impressive. Love n Hugs, xo C
Amen to that brother.
Back at ya Sir Mc Gowan!!.......thanx for this my friend...... stay groovy....T xo
Hey Tony,
Very good write!!!
Enjoyed reading
from
Sana :)
Thank you SANA!!.... hope Allis well in your part of the galaxy.... smiles......T xo 🐧❤
Nice questions for the mind
Nice questions for the mind