Hard Crossing

Where is that daunting monster
Boogie man in life’s shadow
Master mentor and concierge
Whose touch I’ve come to know

To you I’ll waste no breath
Beauty is not long and septic
My daunting docent of death
Midwife to misery work quick

What small dignities remain
Strung of vomiting seconds
Cultures a pearl of great pain
To ferry a man of no direction

poem by Blind Pathos
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“Finger Lick‘in Truth”

If the truth was pretty
And it smelled just right…
Or it taste like a t-bone
And came in diet light…

If truth was static free
And came in easy stages…
Or in scratch n sniff colors
On large n glossy pages…

If the truth looked good
On my arm uptown…
Or sang like a bird
In a sequin gown…

But, … the fool is king, his folly law
His head is thick and fingers raw
Justice is blind and wisdom’s a pearl
Luck is a lady and Truth’s a girl

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poem by Blind Pathos
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