tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52640717822523311992024-03-13T04:22:04.857-07:00The Cheeseburger NebulaWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.comBlogger544125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-33268081062746887872015-12-11T10:56:00.000-08:002015-12-11T10:56:27.780-08:00another highway<br />
<br />
more hide outs<br />
<br />
new ways to express pain<br />
<br />
I'm just high now<br />
<br />
batteries dead<br />
<br />
looks like I cant drive now<br />
<br />
my light still shines<br />
<br />
probably from all the acid in my spine still<br />
<br />
still life pictures of thrills<br />
<br />
still off some pills now<br />
<br />
a whole goblet full of coffee<br />
<br />
shes still snappin stills...Im still pouting some how<br />
<br />
pass me the peace pipe<br />
<br />
I wont feel like dying now<br />
<br />
ground littered in nothing<br />
<br />
my ocd still holding on somehow<br />
<br />
touchdown <br />
<br />
somewhere in the cheeseburger nebula.<br />
<br />
glass full of scotch.<br />
<br />
cigar full of indica. <br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-71884100949065374512015-12-11T10:19:00.000-08:002015-12-11T10:19:17.775-08:00Sprinkled lights on the river into Gotham<br />
<br />
The kids are snorting coke while I’m eating<br />
<br />
Xanax and sipping promethszene and codeine<br />
<br />
Out of jones sodas<br />
<br />
I’ve been haunting the streets for weeks again<br />
<br />
Just contemplating s begging and an end<br />
<br />
To the novel I’ve been working in<br />
<br />
**‘I hate when “authors say this”<br />
<br />
I’m a renaissance man in remission again<br />
<br />
The whole scene feels bothersome<br />
<br />
But praise Allah & opium bowls<br />
<br />
I’ll see you again the tax doesn’t collapse me<br />
<br />
Again<br />
<br />
Smoking blunts out of a screen door<br />
<br />
Bored with the way that I’ve come up<br />
<br />
Need more work on being less wholesome<br />
<br />
We’ve all grown some<br />
<br />
I think I’m a monster to most<br />
<br />
But most of the time I’m just too high to zone<br />
<br />
All this work got me feelin like scum<br />
<br />
Only because I haven’t moved one single<br />
<br />
Crumb<br />
<br />
Meet me where the sun sets over lady bird lake…that’s where I’ll feel wholesome<br />
<br />
(I hope)<br />
<br />
1 noteWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-69217270372947939852015-12-11T10:17:00.001-08:002015-12-11T10:17:57.921-08:00Lost in your eyes .<br />
<br />
Another night of<br />
<br />
You & me<br />
<br />
and a bottle of wine<br />
<br />
Soothing the whines<br />
<br />
that bellow from<br />
<br />
the comfort of this air mattressWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-6283322069967217112015-12-11T10:16:00.000-08:002015-12-11T10:16:06.240-08:00Another night rambling<br />
<br />
More moments scrambled together<br />
<br />
Nice weAther // a body prepared for<br />
<br />
Winter<br />
<br />
I wish it was summer again<br />
<br />
Never tethered …as if I ever have been<br />
<br />
I wanna be a star jammer<br />
<br />
More than just a mortal man<br />
<br />
But god damn these years<br />
<br />
These plans<br />
<br />
They all just run together<br />
<br />
And it all de materializes in my writhing grasp<br />
<br />
Gasp*<br />
<br />
This stupid son of a bitch is as it again<br />
<br />
Nothing but movement<br />
<br />
Ruthless with the way he misuses<br />
<br />
However one amuses the term<br />
<br />
Maybe I’ll see Valhalla again<br />
<br />
Until then I’ll be awake<br />
<br />
Dreaming of my life being taken again<br />
<br />
All I’ve listened to lately is STp<br />
<br />
And weiland died today<br />
<br />
And I really feel the same way<br />
<br />
That I did yesterday<br />
<br />
Numb to the ever present ugliness<br />
<br />
Like light was but a dream<br />
<br />
And those who’ve had a taste<br />
<br />
Are either dying inside or shining too bright<br />
You know what I mean?William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-10281595942332107232015-11-30T10:56:00.002-08:002015-11-30T10:56:35.568-08:00she asked“What have you eaten today”<br />
<br />
She asked<br />
<br />
“Some xanax and codone”<br />
<br />
She stared at the placemats<br />
<br />
I felt like a happenstance<br />
<br />
Happy mirage<br />
<br />
A mirror of what you think is exciting<br />
<br />
Opposed to what you now have to accept as “reality”<br />
<br />
She keeps her wealth a secret<br />
<br />
I flaunt my poverty<br />
<br />
Obviously each other’s flaws are seen<br />
<br />
“What do you want out of life”<br />
<br />
She sips another glass of wine<br />
<br />
“Time”<br />
<br />
The only worthy thing that came to mind<br />
<br />
“But what do you mean?”<br />
<br />
Finally intrigued<br />
<br />
“The ability to not have to explain or do anything”<br />
<br />
I leave…we hug…I write till my eyes bleed and I fall asleep on another couch somewhere in the south because my intentions speak volumes to the things I seekWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-1939901585680034812015-11-27T10:28:00.002-08:002015-11-27T10:28:36.386-08:00the perks of being a fall flowerI see the wind whip threw my tree riddled city<br />
Drip drip drip<br />
The pitter patter of realitivley<br />
I put on a ski mask with holes worn into the neck and chin area<br />
Sparing the hypothermia that will ultimately rid me of this ethereal fear<br />
Peer in to my soul<br />
Is it merely piers or oceans<br />
Maybe the Marionic trench<br />
Doomed to repeat history<br />
To stupid to say anything about it<br />
Another night on a couch somewhere in Brooklyn<br />
These crooklyn dodgers are fathers in the sense that their always learning<br />
Teaching<br />
Manifesting a new state of being<br />
I’m not dead yet<br />
But I sure as fuck am bleeding<br />
But this cooperstone won’t run<br />
And the kids are no fun if they can’t operate guns or do drugs<br />
This is our america<br />
A nation of pirates and parrots<br />
Nationalism and tariffs<br />
This is my nation<br />
And it burns this Black FridayWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-90148865348410578452015-11-23T18:33:00.002-08:002015-11-23T18:33:50.667-08:00roll through cities with no doubt in my eyes<br />
<br />
try as I might,these lines give greater purpose to life<br />
<br />
quiet monday night madness while I snort lines<br />
<br />
& she just lies the whole time.<br />
<br />
I seem to have missed winter<br />
<br />
but its still cold in my heart.<br />
<br />
survival is beauty & pain<br />
<br />
just as much as its an art.<br />
<br />
formulate these cries with me<br />
<br />
dead city dreams...all capitals <br />
<br />
like FEAR & LOVE<br />
<br />
compounded wisdom into pretty packages of judgement<br />
<br />
this is not my last stand<br />
<br />
I'll be ready to break bones by the time we're done here<br />
<br />
(what have we done here)<br />
<br />
a graceful parachute from heaven<br />
<br />
grateful in death.<br />
<br />
its like we've become deaf<br />
<br />
bountiful in debt...yet I cant remember giving a single loan.<br />
<br />
these scars are my home<br />
<br />
these cars,punk houses & penthouses are my hope<br />
<br />
that one day I can feed,shelter and clothe all who need more<br />
<br />
but I have to do that for myself first.<br />
<br />
bi polar abridged<br />
<br />
less depressants / more wisdom<br />
<br />
my molars grit<br />
<br />
is this the gift in the lesson?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-89077559578179447512015-11-20T11:40:00.001-08:002015-11-20T11:40:25.814-08:00in a garden<br />
<br />
of flowers<br />
<br />
& yet I still find<br />
<br />
myself looking<br />
<br />
at youWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-71002112833729490332015-11-20T10:11:00.001-08:002015-11-20T10:11:30.421-08:00drive slow<br />
<br />
mind rolls<br />
<br />
the whole goal<br />
<br />
is perfect soil.<br />
<br />
foundation to grow<br />
<br />
a pledge to stay loyal-<br />
<br />
photographs of home<br />
<br />
nurtured moments of growth where we toil.<br />
<br />
I feel like I'am spoiled<br />
<br />
your love is a token <br />
<br />
I only need one for the road...<br />
<br />
it seems as if our love is boiling<br />
<br />
spoiling in time trials and royalty<br />
<br />
I expect aesthetics<br />
<br />
coughing up lungs like we need paramedics<br />
<br />
all these plans foiled.<br />
<br />
so I smoke another foil<br />
<br />
tell stories to the moils<br />
<br />
churned about churches which recoil<br />
<br />
like the cock back of this gun...no protection...just an escape route from the slums<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-42323523604234312562015-11-20T09:57:00.001-08:002015-11-20T09:57:13.415-08:00stuck on the thoughts of us<br />
<br />
plush memories so robust<br />
<br />
& yet...here I am...alone<br />
<br />
without trust.<br />
<br />
no funds.<br />
<br />
no monthly installments<br />
<br />
the only help is from people who love me<br />
<br />
so Im enthralled in it.<br />
<br />
this is the pain in poetry<br />
<br />
this is the gut punch that is art<br />
<br />
all of my heart on this silver platter<br />
<br />
just enough memories to never give up.<br />
<br />
its like everyone has<br />
<br />
except a few kids Im caught up with<br />
<br />
lost in the duldrums...another product of lust<br />
<br />
learning how to roll with the punches<br />
<br />
I feel like a hearld of galactus<br />
<br />
holding the power cosmic<br />
<br />
silver surfer of the rust<br />
<br />
the rest is just rushed.<br />
<br />
meet me under the bridge<br />
<br />
we’ll share a spliff<br />
<br />
tell each other what we’ve lost<br />
<br />
what we’re willing to give<br />
<br />
even if its just minutes<br />
<br />
your spirit is a bridge<br />
<br />
mine is a glimpse<br />
<br />
of what came before and what lives<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-89157928340692051852015-11-17T13:12:00.000-08:002015-11-17T13:12:14.139-08:00I hope you wont miss me when Im gone<br />
<br />
Ive been numb for so long<br />
<br />
watching the river drip along<br />
<br />
writing you these little songs<br />
<br />
I hope they play like sonnets<br />
<br />
something youd read like scripture<br />
<br />
because these perscription drugs have me lost<br />
<br />
waiting for sunset just to toss & turn till dawn<br />
<br />
I used to feel like a pawn<br />
<br />
now its more like bishop<br />
<br />
but Im still willing to give myself<br />
<br />
in hopes of the betterment of the board.<br />
<br />
I hope youre not bored<br />
<br />
getting this snail mail...reading these words<br />
<br />
its like we're worlds apart <br />
<br />
when your just down the road.<br />
<br />
I know Im quiet<br />
<br />
but you make my gentler murmurs roars<br />
<br />
I wont quit<br />
<br />
I was built to better the world...nothing more<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-87285700361726428572015-11-12T11:12:00.000-08:002015-11-12T11:12:11.669-08:00lifes a weird dream again<br />
<br />
I dont know as if to question<br />
<br />
or remain one with the flow<br />
<br />
so it goes.<br />
<br />
I dont have any fear anymore<br />
<br />
I feel 16<br />
<br />
but its been ten years<br />
<br />
and a lifetime of mistakes cherish me like an heir.<br />
<br />
careful blood loss<br />
<br />
words lost<br />
<br />
coffee pots<br />
<br />
times when I could not process thought<br />
<br />
punch drunk<br />
<br />
dumb luck<br />
<br />
and some friends<br />
<br />
I really dont deserve<br />
<br />
curvy roads in the mountains<br />
<br />
poetic bouts above the river<br />
<br />
southbound I travel<br />
<br />
until I reach the equater or the southern rim.<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-66414970398997247342015-11-12T10:09:00.001-08:002015-11-12T10:09:17.080-08:00chaufer passed out in a passenger seat<br />
<br />
driven around the city,asleep<br />
<br />
wake me up at the cemetary<br />
<br />
we'll go find a gravestone to smoke underneath<br />
<br />
I'll meet you at the doorstep of my reality<br />
<br />
"if you understood everything I said you'd be me"<br />
<br />
miles from the ocean,more so from the mountains<br />
<br />
on the foot of a river bleeding east.<br />
<br />
I had no more lovers.<br />
<br />
just some grams & a little weight I stayed underneath<br />
<br />
no more scales<br />
<br />
these eyeballs will get the better of me.<br />
<br />
light sensitivity<br />
<br />
lower back strains<br />
<br />
I woke up in another bed,in another state<br />
<br />
again.<br />
<br />
all this traveling is just the beginning <br />
<br />
I fear it has no end.<br />
<br />
home is the road<br />
<br />
its the only place I can react<br />
<br />
I slumber amongst theives<br />
<br />
people out of touch with the end of their fingertips<br />
<br />
as long as their palms stay full of nothing<br />
<br />
constant hustling just leads to championship repeats<br />
<br />
but we're talking about practice<br />
<br />
and evil ways just to make ends meet<br />
<br />
like everybodys meat<br />
<br />
and a couple calls mean everything.<br />
<br />
anxiety.<br />
<br />
paranoia.<br />
<br />
their all for me.<br />
<br />
its all for me.<br />
<br />
Im far from meek<br />
<br />
but I can swallow teeth<br />
<br />
sometimes land a 3 piece<br />
<br />
sometimes I just stand their and say nothing.<br />
<br />
just let the sharks swim<br />
<br />
and let the fish eat.<br />
<br />
one ear to the ground<br />
<br />
the other with a 9mm shoved into your peace.<br />
<br />
reactions mean nothing if you cant sleep<br />
<br />
and if you can<br />
<br />
well then godspeed<br />
<br />
because hell is full of wine & cheese.<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-20200962789356873872015-10-28T12:35:00.001-07:002015-10-28T12:35:23.664-07:00I keep finding myself alone<br />
<br />
never far from my home<br />
<br />
its in my chest<br />
<br />
in my bones<br />
<br />
poems rattle out of this shakey cough<br />
<br />
without a plot<br />
<br />
like if I could talk again,itd start a walk<br />
<br />
one that turned into a jog across america<br />
<br />
I think it scares us<br />
<br />
the people you still cant see<br />
<br />
who am I to encouarge me<br />
<br />
I still haunt these city streets<br />
<br />
like the portrait of an old fool<br />
<br />
its as if my love were but a clue<br />
<br />
back on my feet again<br />
<br />
Its as if I never knew<br />
<br />
come/sleep/dance in dreams with me<br />
<br />
tell me how to breathe<br />
<br />
so I can live again.William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-23996383152723750722015-10-28T12:34:00.001-07:002015-10-28T12:34:29.989-07:00<br />
Overwhelming thought<br />
<br />
Of a whimsical nature<br />
<br />
No prophets,only profits for<br />
<br />
Pay scales<br />
<br />
I kept the change jar rumbling<br />
<br />
As if I had something to say<br />
<br />
Meet me in my dreams or breathe<br />
<br />
Away the days<br />
<br />
I think I’m falling asleep<br />
<br />
At least I pray<br />
<br />
It seems I’m getting more religious<br />
<br />
In an indirect way<br />
<br />
“Let me witness to you”<br />
<br />
Let me see as I’ve seen through<br />
<br />
Blue lakes I was born to lose<br />
<br />
Maybe my next life will be beautiful<br />
<br />
Copper pot eyes and weekends I lost faith<br />
<br />
Moon set over the mountains and the bay<br />
<br />
But not tonight<br />
<br />
The country lay in waste<br />
<br />
I feel upstaged/glorious patriotism on display<br />
<br />
Discouraged that I could never see things in such ways<br />
<br />
I just take people at their word<br />
<br />
For what is the world if I can’t hear it<br />
<br />
Sing its painWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-21954897977039143632015-10-28T12:33:00.002-07:002015-10-28T12:33:20.162-07:00If I lose humility<br />
<br />
Then I am faithless<br />
<br />
If I lose humanity<br />
<br />
I can become faceless<br />
<br />
These words act like a taste of destruction<br />
<br />
How one can become misplaced<br />
<br />
Yet as a mere act of self preservation<br />
<br />
We become innate with not only our actions<br />
<br />
But our paces<br />
<br />
In spaces i sparkle<br />
<br />
Sometimes I’m dim<br />
<br />
It all truly depends on the moments in which I live<br />
<br />
Aren’t we all but rotating souls<br />
<br />
Hell bent on setting goals to feel<br />
<br />
Some adaptation of normal<br />
<br />
Or anything at all?<br />
<br />
As I loose myself<br />
<br />
I trust in the fall<br />
<br />
These broken bones will keep me<br />
<br />
True to my faultsWilliam Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-68425641364849232092015-10-28T12:33:00.000-07:002015-10-28T12:33:00.079-07:00timberwolf blitzer<br />
<br />
needed a spritzer and some seltzer water<br />
<br />
I imagine them in a garder<br />
<br />
what are gender roles anyway?<br />
<br />
I think I saw myself in a negative space<br />
<br />
some sort of safe zone<br />
<br />
stay out of the cancer verse<br />
<br />
richard ryder of the poetry.<br />
<br />
I wanna go supernova<br />
<br />
malpedi and I are sharing our home<br />
<br />
which happens to be a bench at the moment<br />
<br />
a pinch of magic in the are…another evening at innisfree<br />
<br />
a simple love note to boulder<br />
<br />
Im getting older<br />
<br />
but that dosent mean I cant<br />
<br />
always fall in lust<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-37453062703333288262015-10-28T12:28:00.001-07:002015-10-28T12:28:57.694-07:00my days are spent in bookstores<br />
<br />
& libraries/<br />
<br />
life is merely absorbsion .<br />
<br />
I keep hoping to find more of myself<br />
<br />
in these stories...portions<br />
<br />
portraits of my many facades which torture.<br />
<br />
I spent the better part of my youth<br />
<br />
wrestling with concepts<br />
<br />
more so I was afraid to realize them as others truths.<br />
<br />
I used to be a muse<br />
<br />
then I was missused<br />
<br />
so I attempted to do the same...but now I understand these blues.<br />
<br />
genetics<br />
<br />
circumstance<br />
<br />
and kisses from you.<br />
<br />
If I was to never win<br />
<br />
then I wouldnt understand<br />
<br />
how important it is to lose...a wild heart on the loose.<br />
<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-59674897948114980982015-10-13T12:07:00.000-07:002015-10-13T12:07:58.089-07:00I keep finding myself alone<br />
<br />
never far from my home<br />
<br />
its in my chest<br />
<br />
in my bones<br />
<br />
poems rattle out of this shakey cough<br />
<br />
without a plot<br />
<br />
like if I could talk again,itd start a walk<br />
<br />
one that turned into a jog across america<br />
<br />
I think it scares us<br />
<br />
the people you still cant see<br />
<br />
who am I to encouarge me<br />
<br />
I still haunt these city streets<br />
<br />
like the portrait of an old fool<br />
<br />
its as if my love were but a clue<br />
<br />
back on my feet again<br />
<br />
Its as if I never knew<br />
<br />
come/sleep/dance in dreams with me<br />
<br />
tell me how to breathe<br />
<br />
so I can live again.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-91822572784979737182015-09-27T02:22:00.000-07:002015-09-27T02:22:45.725-07:00serenity is ministry<br />
<br />
simple coincidences <br />
<br />
I see you like 17th century paintings<br />
<br />
dark with renaissance in your symphony<br />
<br />
I have valium rattling around my skull<br />
<br />
watching the spike of art as epiphanies<br />
<br />
like everything I inject has soul<br />
<br />
so blessed to have a fear of needles though<br />
<br />
others don't<br />
<br />
I watch belts hang around their arms<br />
<br />
I guess its better then their throats<br />
<br />
probably the same difference I suppose <br />
<br />
I see her as the morning sun glows<br />
<br />
and my kidneys rumble from the tussle of the night before<br />
<br />
every drink feels like a water hose<br />
<br />
every speck of sunlight reflects like a rainbow<br />
<br />
I know where the pain goes<br />
<br />
right where you need it too when the moon glows<br />
<br />
that's why we stare into the sun<br />
<br />
just to feel something...anything for once<br />
<br />
I sit here drained from all the drugs that Ive done<br />
<br />
but they've all led me to the poignant muse<br />
<br />
life isnt beautiful if its misused <br />
<br />
sacrafices of the un-bloomed<br />
<br />
I was born to consume<br />
<br />
die<br />
<br />
and fuse right back into the gloom<br />
<br />
and destitude...love is but the truth...as lust is the movemnent<br />
<br />
meet me in the restroom<br />
<br />
will snort lines<br />
<br />
and tell each other what makes us love fear<br />
<br />
what makes us fear love...what binds us to human<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-80971322743830721362015-09-16T21:03:00.003-07:002015-09-16T21:03:28.111-07:00headbutt 2k-o mild recognition<br />
<br />
years worth of mistrust<br />
<br />
I think its worth a few bumps<br />
<br />
I just hate thinking this much.<br />
<br />
I see these lessons as a must<br />
<br />
solid punches to the gut<br />
<br />
that catholic guilt I still somehow encompass<br />
<br />
baptist hate.<br />
<br />
what makes an "I"...its like I'am continually rediscovering my eyes<br />
<br />
see things in every color imaginable...not just black and white<br />
<br />
I fight for places to sleep...for things to eat<br />
<br />
some times even the darkness has alot of light<br />
<br />
these are the things I say to me.<br />
<br />
I'm not weak<br />
<br />
at least I dont think?<br />
<br />
but you can never be to sure<br />
<br />
so why blink?<br />
<br />
my friends drink,sometimes I join in if I feel lonely<br />
<br />
sometimes Im the responsible one who gets everyone home<br />
<br />
but mostly<br />
<br />
Im the one who dissapears into the night...alone<br />
<br />
I guess thats just the way it goes..William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-20751029511503599532015-09-16T20:46:00.003-07:002015-09-16T20:46:50.764-07:00stay hydratedpaper-cuts<br />
<br />
in this paper town<br />
<br />
with girls in gowns <br />
<br />
resembling paper dolls<br />
<br />
before fall comes down.<br />
<br />
It's been a summer...<br />
<br />
I feel blessed to have seen one more<br />
<br />
I don't fear the resent I have anymore.<br />
<br />
accepted,dismissed & with a bored eye to "news" stories<br />
<br />
the warnings...that is more so how they word the world<br />
<br />
Its warming up<br />
<br />
so ominous and on every front & fact<br />
<br />
so much beauty I barely keep my brain intact<br />
<br />
but my heart does most of the talking /<br />
<br />
leading.<br />
<br />
breathing <br />
<br />
as I look obscurely into the night<br />
<br />
a beating thought so freeing<br />
<br />
as if feeling had suddenly<br />
<br />
become an act of being<br />
<br />
rather than a way of seeing...scattered paint as thought<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-43777100606696158752015-09-15T22:17:00.003-07:002015-09-15T22:18:33.348-07:00famish fashiongeeked up<br />
<br />
writing while my nose runs<br />
<br />
I can barely feel my body<br />
<br />
I think this is where I come<br />
<br />
when all my sadness turns to roses<br />
<br />
bouquet's streaming out of water hoses<br />
<br />
women in their Sunday best vomiting rainbows<br />
<br />
Gods waiting tables<br />
<br />
and hes only visited the table once...at least there's menus & water tho<br />
<br />
I think my whole life's a venue with ominous undertones <br />
<br />
like whats the point in acting true<br />
<br />
if the reality you encompass <br />
<br />
isn't perceived to be what people believe is TRUTH<br />
<br />
its so hard to wrap my head around the "news"<br />
<br />
even word of mouth is confusing<br />
<br />
its like I need to see the viciousness<br />
<br />
cars mangled and burning<br />
<br />
it so hard to figure out sometimes if IM becoming more or less human <br />
<br />
whats worse I don't know if Im concerned<br />
<br />
I'm wide awake...its almost morning<br />
<br />
and the worst is...I don't know what all this mourning is for <br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-33697909658231296202015-09-14T23:22:00.000-07:002015-09-14T23:22:04.252-07:00no snow townhaving a method<br />
<br />
one of those extreme mirages<br />
<br />
like this whole fads a facade<br />
<br />
I like to brag alone<br />
<br />
tell myself its going to be purposeful<br />
<br />
I listen to the outside world like it cheerful<br />
<br />
beams & late summer tourists<br />
<br />
but there is death on our borders<br />
<br />
and it only seems to get more buried in national news<br />
<br />
Im not even sure any I encounter has a clue<br />
<br />
my only true hope is for a counter culture revolution<br />
<br />
in really whatever sense it means at this point<br />
<br />
because our mother is dying // we all have her eyes<br />
<br />
such simple changes...so little time<br />
<br />
so many things have set in motion<br />
<br />
but we must act<br />
<br />
fact is I can barely follow myself to the sea<br />
<br />
higher ground is the only thing that seems to be of good reason<br />
<br />
sometimes you just have to drive fast at night<br />
<br />
because accidents happen to the ones who are scared of risks<br />
<br />
I feel at times it is my only action...my only release<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264071782252331199.post-90550637154037318412015-09-14T22:13:00.001-07:002015-09-14T22:13:37.289-07:00I think it was those LSD binges<br />
<br />
the fringes of society<br />
<br />
sobriety <br />
<br />
in a multi dimensional applied science theory<br />
<br />
Prescription junkies<br />
<br />
probably started in fourth grade<br />
<br />
all the concerta & ritalin <br />
<br />
some of moms pain medication...I just liked feeling different ways<br />
<br />
I never really paid for anything<br />
<br />
even in high school thanks to all the wonderful people who filled my day<br />
<br />
hotboxed f150...marijuana brunches...the heart of north Texas...smoke filled lungs<br />
<br />
so many exs<br />
<br />
some "oh yeahs"<br />
<br />
a lifetime of growth<br />
<br />
& yet Im still besieged my pride & privelage<br />
<br />
such is the death of assimilation<br />
<br />
such is the moment of clarity<br />
<br />
but again it comes a little to similar to the past<br />
<br />
so again,we learn where we begin<br />
<br />
where we end<br />
<br />
what has been taught<br />
<br />
which string has been cut<br />
<br />
I see the sunlight with half shut eyes<br />
<br />
dreaming about fixes<br />
<br />
elixers<br />
<br />
bricks & chickens.<br />
<br />
micro climates that beg constant attention<br />
<br />
applied requirements<br />
<br />
I wanna be in pittsbugrh again<br />
<br />
smoking joints and throwing rocks at trains around the bends<br />
<br />
but it seems like we rarely win<br />
<br />
ive never been one to sink to the bottom<br />
<br />
to believe this is an end<br />
<br />
I see nothing in having my wits...theres only time and energy...by god I hope it forgives<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
William Seward Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951284060197406250noreply@blogger.com0