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Between Love and Orgasms

The wait is over.

My new book, Between Love and Orgasms, is available on amazon.com. Along with my new book, the second book in the True Story Trilogy, the first book, A Death on Skunk Street is also available. And if you’re an Amazon Prime member, any purchase of $25 or more (the price of both these books together) your shipping is FREE!

A simple book of love poems, this one goes inside the human heart, touching the broken places, the scars, but also the joys, opening the reader up to “…everyday secrets, the things we ought to know, and the way life is lived in the space Between Love and Orgasms.”

Click the link at the top, and order your copy today.

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Echoes

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“I’ve been holding up the world too long.”

Those were my words to her, when I finally had the words to say.  I had been in hiding from her, and from the world, for days; short texts becoming longer, until I could not look at them anymore.

“Thanks for having the guts to be honest,” she answered.

There is a difference between being honest, and telling the truth.  One involves not lying.  The other, speaking when it hurts; sometimes to the ruin of those you love, and eventually, yourself. 

I once wrongly believed that my cup had no bottom, meaning I could take into myself all the burdens of those I chose to bear the burdens of.  Sadly, turns out this is bullshit, and you never know when your cup is going to overflow, until it does. 

My cup has a bottom now.  I found it in the place where ego learns the difference between honesty and the truth.  In the same place where you learn that you can’t help anyone if you’re helpless, and the first person you have to be honest with is you.

 

© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday

I Forgive You

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It occurred to me today

that I have never

forgiven anyone,

for anything,

ever.

I might have said,

“I forgive you”,

but now I know

that was a lie. 

I forget,

I don’t forgive. 

I don’t think I can. 

I don’t think I know how. 

And I don’t think

I’m changing.

 

© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

Everybody’s Shit Stinks

Whether attitude or actual, metaphor or literal, in prose or rhyming couplets great or small…

With a certitude among those who, for good or ill, agree…

Observed in one’s behavior, mercurial, or philosophy, obscure, a truth which should be obvious to all…

That in this world of humankind, there is one fact, indisputable, thinks not just me…

Everybody’s shit stinks. 


 © Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

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