Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
the reason they called
him Jesus
had nothing to do with
his refusal to do drugs
He was far from
being the only homeless guy
who stayed sober
But he was the only one
who owned a donkey
it grazed the weeds around
his tent
and at times carried him
through the park
He didn’t go around
preaching
and that’s what
made everybody love
him more
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Feeling bitter again
he opens the
beer can
stares at it
stares at his
reflection in the
mirror mounted on the
wardrobe door
“Well,” he says with a
sigh. “If I’m lonely it’s
because I’m at
the top. It’s always lonely
at the top.
The winner stands
alone.”
He raises the can
at his own
reflection and
drinks
Thank you!
he sleeps outside
in the grass
or on some park bench
does absolutely nothing
all day
not a thing
other than
existing and breathing
and sitting in silence
If he gets anything to eat
from the mercy of others
he’s grateful
and if not
he’s also grateful
he has no complaints
no family
no friends
no possessions
no wishes
nothing to strive for
nothing to accomplish
nothing to do
all he has is
what the rest of us
are missing
perfect
awareness of the
present moment
bliss
God
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I don't know how many friendships
are forged by
divine intervention
all I know is
that theirs was
definitely one of 'em
I don't even know what
breed that dog
was
It was one of the big, heavy
ones
and it walked in front of the
old guy
without a leash or anything
And the old guy would
call the dog Bo
Bo would turn away the
scoundrels who'd try to
steal the old man's money
and the old man would use
some of that money to buy
Bo some food
Life in the streets was a jungle
for sure
yet somehow very few of those
who were living it
were seeking to escape it
They must know something
"All I know is how to
be alive in the present
moment," said the old man.
"And the rest is details."
Damn...
I couldn't agree more
Neither could Bo
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"I was raised in a strict
Christian home," he said
as he poured
another glass of whiskey.
"That's why I turned atheist
right after
I left to be
on my own."
"At 18?" I asked
"Nope. At 24."
I liked the guy. He was somewhere in
his late fifties
looking forward to pensioning
worked as janitor
in an office building
and the reason they all
called him crazy was that
he swore
he saw someone in the
women's bathroom
right after closing time
as he went to clean
A female figure standing by
the mirror
she must've been real, he said,
because her presence activated
the sensor lights
in the room
It was a story I've heard
dozens of times
And I don't care how real it is
I believe him
because I want to
I want the story to be
real
Had he not
had a story like that to share
we wouldn't have been
friends today
"Wanna hear my advice?" I
asked him.
And without him saying anything
I went on. "Don't quit.
This job... is perfect. Trust me."
"I don't have much of an
alternative," he said
"Me neither," I said
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I don't think this is the
worst type but
it's certainly up there
the type that only contacts you
when they need something
from you
such as
to borrow money
or to sell you some
pyramid scheme shit
And it's funny to think that he
was by far the
richest guy in our group
at 23 he already had two apartments
One to live in
and one to rent out
and a pretty decent car
now all he's got is the car
He sleeps in it
and calls from time to time
and asks
"Hey, you ain't got no
girlfriend, right?"
It's not a way for him to flex
or anything
it's just his way of asking
whether or not you'd like to
spend some time
with his girlfriend
for a little
sum
of course
Yes, it has come to this
It's probably the destiny of
all hardcore
gamblers
have wealth
gamble
win or lose
gamble again until
you eventually lose
borrow money
lose the money
borrow again
win some
but lose some more
and so on
until you end up
asking random people if they'd
like to sleep with your
girlfriend for some money
But I guess the bigger mystery
here
is how in the
hell
is she okay with all that...
Seriously
do girls really have something
for gamblers
or is it just luck?
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No color, no sound,
just this grey sky pressing down
on a field that used to be alive
I hate how winter doesn't shout
It just takes and takes
until the world looks like this
My boots sink and the silence follows me,
thick and stubborn
quiet, empty,
and harder to care about
and finally
at about
6:33 PM
the voices
went silent
No,
I’m not trying to be
pretentious by
saying that I hear
voices
I mean
the real voices of
everyone that works
in the office
with me
they finally left
and left me alone
with my thoughts
It’s a good time to sit
back in the chair
and just allow the waves of
thought to carry me
where they will
my favorite part
of being alive
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“The days pass like fallen
leaves into the
river, under the bridge,”
he says
and thinks that it’s
the deepest shit
one can utter
about life
a life that he’s
so damn full of
He wakes up at 6 AM
every morning
and drinks water, stretches,
jumps a bit
goes into the bathroom
comes out
prepares a protein shake
spreads peanut butter on
a digestive cookie
ingests all that
goes to the gym
comes home
writes business ideas on
a piece of paper
He’s all about that hustle life,
alright
He’s 34 and ever ready
to give you
life advice
and then scold you
for not following it
correctly
He advised me to stop this
writer nonsense
I waste my days with
and start a family already
and I advised him
to get a job already
and stop living with his
parents
and he hasn’t spoken to
me since
I guess I’m a lost cause
in his vision
I like to wake up in
the afternoon
and then
lie in bed
daydreaming for a few
more hours
then maybe I’ll get up
and write something
or just lie in bed
for the rest of the
day
to be fresh for the
night shift ahead
I’ll be
alright
All I need are my words
and time alone
there’s no other
heaven I need to grind
for
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All this time spent
struggling against
dreams
a goddamned life time
He'd fall asleep
and the darkness that fell
around him would
manifest as
one being
that would hold him
tight in her
embrace and bite
at random from his flesh
and tear
until there'd be nothing left
but pure pain
Darkness
was the world
And the world was dark
because he had
labeled it such
Darkness...
Enlightenment then
comes when one is able to
emerge from the darkness,
to leave it behind, to
win over it
Or so it is
thought
But those who are truly
enlightened know
better, don't they?
You cannot possibly win a fight
It's just not how
it works
Your decision to fight
the darkness
or anything else
is your decision to fight yourself
and yourself alone
Thus you lose even if
you win
So then how do you
truly win in life?
Well, have you
ever thought about
not fighting in the first place?
To fight with the world,
be it the real world or
the world of your dreams,
is to fight with yourself
Stop hitting yourself
in the face!
And maybe start
embracing yourself?
Do so with the world
And what do you think?
Will you not find that
the world replies with the exact
same treatment?
I believe that's what he did
in his dream world
too
The next time the world turned
into pure darkness
and came to eat him
he just offered himself to it
instead of trying to run away, hide
and fight back
The result
was nothing short of
amazing
That I guarantee
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Daydreaming as a profession 