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Soon enough

Posted in Stuff on February 10, 2021 by rawbacon

A child is a promise.

A promise that the world will

be worth living in,

eventually,

she tells me.

I have no child,

I cannot understand,

she says.

It’s true,

I say,

but I know promises

are meant to be broken.

Though not to her face.

I’m not that cruel.

She’ll learn,

soon enough.

Life on an airmattress

Posted in Stuff on February 7, 2021 by rawbacon

Too tired to get up

Too wired to not

Too lit to quit

Too sick to pray

Life on an airmattress:

Comfy, yet confounding

Remember, remember

Posted in Stuff on February 6, 2021 by rawbacon

Do you remember

the first snow?

Do you remember

when we laughed?

Can you recall

what made you believe

that the world was

alright?

Hold on to that feeling,

hold on

for dear life.

Pathos

Posted in Stuff on February 6, 2021 by rawbacon

I’m a child of

logos and ethos.

It’s not by choice,

but just a result of

nature & nurture.

But despite of,

or maybe,

because of this,

I’m forever enamoured with

pathos.

Not being able to enlist strong emotions

on my own,

I rely on external stimuli

to arouse my spirit..

to give me a raison d’etre.

But the ardor of the reasonable man

seems to be lost these days.

Coopted by the evil people,

the people who claim to be in the

right.

I remember pathos though,

remember the fervor,

from my youth.

I remember the feeling

of being right,

of being true,

from my youth.

Maybe I’ve spend too many drunken nights

arguing and trying to square the circle,

to be able to fall back

on pathos.

Maybe I’m to blame.

Maybe we shouldn’t rely on pathos

to give ourselves meaning, direction, justification.

Maybe logos should be enough?

Bah, humbug,

pathos might be chaos,

unpredictable,

but it’s the only thing

that gives us purpose

in the end.

Pathos is Empathy.

Pathos is the way to understand

our fellow humans.

Pathos is life.

So cold

Posted in Stuff on February 4, 2021 by rawbacon

Caring is ensnaring.

It’s never too late to give up.

Can’t see the forest for the fires

Posted in Stuff on January 23, 2021 by rawbacon

It was the year

the plague came,

the year that brought death

to our door.

The beginning of the end.

We did not know this.

We thought it was just a bump

on the road to the stars,

not the derailment

it turned out to be.

Just to remember

Posted in Stuff on January 23, 2021 by rawbacon

“and I would scream,

but they have places for people

who scream”

‘- Charles Bukowski: Conversations on a telephone

Like an old friend, jonesing.

Posted in Stuff on January 23, 2021 by rawbacon

I stared into the abyss

and the abyss quivered

with anticipation.

Like peas in a pod,

we are.

A bottomless pit to call ones own, part II

Posted in Stuff on January 23, 2021 by rawbacon

It’s not that the drugs

fill the void,

the void will always be there.

The drugs just makes the void

varm & colorful,

cuddly even.

All shiny in its barren embrace.

Aren’t we just great?

Posted in Stuff on January 17, 2021 by rawbacon

If you want to take credit

for past glory,

you’ll have to take

the horror

as well.