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20 Apr 2018

Stream of Consciousness

Don’t resist the urge to juggle badly, play the harmonica badly, make choices badly, love badly.

Pick up things you find in the dirt. Shiny things are rarely the best things. Treasure things that aren’t treasured.

Eat the pancakes. Drink the coffee.

Dream dreams while you’re awake. Tell someone those dreams. Dream them together.

Don’t be hard on yourself before you need to be.

Plan for a rainy day, then pray for rain.

Make a list, change everything on the list, throw the list away, make a new list, do all the things on the list.

Do the last thing on the list first.

Get tired. Rest. Repeat.

Don’t be afraid to fix your mistakes. Ask for forgiveness. Go back and try again. Don’t give up before it’s time.

If someone sticks around, maybe there’s a reason. Maybe the reason is you.

Remember the reason. Remember the reason. Remember the reason.

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15 Jan 2018

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THE CONTENT OF MY CHARACTER

Without content,

there is no character.

I know.

My life was lived without content,

so I lay no claim to character.

But should I live long enough,

and I have lived two lifetimes so far,

I will give myself over,

each day,

to character,

to content,

to change,

to love.

And at the end of days,

should there be an account to give,

I pray,

that it is not written in red.

Posted in Bloody Awful Poetry, Stuff and Things and tagged blog, change, character, content, faith, life, love, Martin Luther King, MLK Day, poetry, red, should there be an account to give, The Content of my Character, truth, William S. Friday, WordPress

12 Dec 2017

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Nothing Ever Spoken

I offended someone today.

Not you,

because you weren’t there.

And not the person who,

gently,

let me know of my offense.

The person who told me that I had offended someone.

Sometimes,

I’m insensitive.

Okay,

more than sometimes,

I just cover it well with most people.

Sometimes,

I let it slip.

And this time,

I almost let it slip to cause someone to fall.

I didn’t want to.

I spoke,

randomly,

or so I thought.

But nothing ever spoken is truly random,

is it?

I offended someone today.

They just didn’t know it,

but I do,

now.

Not you,

because they weren’t there.

But someone was,

who cared.

Posted in Bloody Awful Poetry, Stuff and Things and tagged friends, humanity, insensitive, life, Nothing Ever Spoken, nothing ever spoken is truly random, poetry, truth, William S. Friday, WordPress

05 Dec 2017

4 Comments

Love Moon

She looked my way,

when sorrow overtook her,

and cast her shine upon my useless heart.

I’ve seen that look before,

briefly,

through moving windows,

separating us for a moment,

like the miles would,

soon,

separate us for all time.

But tonight,

like sometimes,

when the earth and the moon are close as life allows,

I feel her.

Not how we were,

once,

but in the only way there is left to us.

In our wounded hearts,

under the Love Moon.

Posted in 8 Megapixel Artist, Bloody Awful Poetry and tagged always, child, distance, friend, longing, loss, love, Love Moon, moon, super moon, William S. Friday

29 Nov 2017

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With My Heart

I saw things with my heart once,

years ago.

Before the bad decisions.

Before the good decisions gone bad.

Before there were no more decisions left to make.

And then my heart went dark.

Until,

years later.

After the bad decisions.

After the bad decisions gone worse.

After there were no more decisions left to make.

And then you turned the light back on.

I saw things with my heart once,

years ago.

Before my heart went dark.

And now,

I see them with my heart once more.

Posted in Bloody Awful Poetry, Nano Poblano, Stuff and Things and tagged Day 29, faith, humanity, life, Little Foot, NaBloPoMo, Nano Poblano, Nano Poblano 2017, see things with your heart, truth, William S. Friday, With My Heart, WordPress

28 Nov 2017

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I’m Guessing

This much I know.

You’re not that into me.

I think I’d know it if you were.

Here’s what I don’t know.

Why it is you keep me around.

Maybe you’re just undecided.

This is all brand new to me.

And so are you.

I’m a lousy guesser.

I’m guessing you are too.

Posted in Bloody Awful Poetry, Nano Poblano, That Writer Friday and tagged Day 28, faith, humanity, I'm a lousy guesser, I'm Guessing, I'm guessing you are too, life, NaBloPoMo, Nano Poblano, Nano Poblano 2017, poetry, what the fuck, William S. Friday, WordPress

27 Nov 2017

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How I Accept the Unacceptable

When they say that we can

leave it all behind,

we still

take it with us when we go.

And nothing is forgotten

that’s forgiven in my mind,

until

creation and us with it cease to know.

Posted in 8 Megapixel Artist, Bloody Awful Poetry, Nano Poblano and tagged acceptance, Day 27, faith, forgiven, forgotten, How I Accept the Unacceptable, life, NaBloPoMo, Nano Poblano, Nano Poblano 2017, poetry, William S. Friday, WordPress

25 Nov 2017

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Until Forever Will I

Never have I ever taken in

more than

one breath at a time,

like all of the rest

of breathing creation.

One breath

at a time,

for a lifetime.

Never more,

and seldom less.

Always have I ever taken in

more than

one worry at a time,

like most of the rest

of breathing creation.

Every breath

all the time,

for a lifetime.

Always more,

and never less.

And now until forever will I take in

no more than

one worry at a time,

like the bless’ed best

of breathing creation.

My next breath

and for all time,

in this lifetime.

Forevermore,

until my rest.

Posted in Bloody Awful Poetry, Nano Poblano, Stuff and Things and tagged always, breathing, creation, Day 25, faith, life, NaBloPoMo, Nano Poblano, Nano Poblano 2017, never, one breath at a time, poetry, Until Forever Will I, William S. Friday, WordPress, worry

24 Nov 2017

Black Friday

I don’t go near Black Friday anymore.

The last time was in ’08,

or maybe ’09.

I left the headlights on while I shopped,

didn’t have Triple-A,

and had to find a tow that would take cash.

Today, I don’t have cash.

But that’s okay,

because I got Black Friday out of my system.

After the split.

Before the long hours to pay for what I needed to dig out.

For what I still need to dig out.

Today, I don’t have cash.

I’m still tying off the loose ends of my life.

I’ll see the grandbabies for lunch,

kiss them,

and pretend that everything is good.

My own little girl will look me in the eyes,

and my eyes won’t lie to hers.

Today, I don’t need cash.

Posted in Bloody Awful Poetry, Nano Poblano, Stuff and Things and tagged Black Friday, blogging, cash, faith, grandbabies, life, long hours, my eyes won't lie, NaBloPoMo, Nano Poblano, Nano Poblano 2017, pretend everything is good, William S. Friday, WordPress, writing | Leave a comment

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Archive for the category “Bloody Awful Poetry”

Stream of Consciousness

Between Love and Orgasms

THE CONTENT OF MY CHARACTER

Nothing Ever Spoken

Love Moon

With My Heart

I’m Guessing

How I Accept the Unacceptable

Until Forever Will I

Black Friday

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