Poem of the Week: Hate Hurts

Hate Hurts
March 12, 2015

Hate hurts.
Hate kills—
Kills hearts,
Kills souls,
Souls to ash,
Souls to stone,
Stone dead,
Stone dumb.
Dumb it is to hate.
Dumb it is to hurt—
Hurt others,
Hurt oneself,
Oneself when one needs healing,
Oneself when one needs love,
Love from others,
Love for others,
Others who can help,
Others who can heal,
Heal the soul,
Heal the heart,
Heart long shattered,
Heart dried and dying—
Dying for affection,
Dying for tenderness
Tenderness never received
Tenderness never felt
Felt for others
Felt for what one holds close
Close to one’s soul,
Close to one’s spirit
Spirit once crippled,
Spirit that can rise again
Again know prosperity,
Again know peace
Peace and tranquility
Peace after so much turmoil
Turmoil in the mind,
Turmoil that yet lingers,
Lingers to be vanquished,
Lingers, but not for long.
Long live love.
Long live hope,
Hope for resurrection,
Hope for moving forward,
Forward into a new life,
Forward to a new day,
Day of acceptance
Day of love.
Acceptance.
Love.

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Poem of the Week: A Poem for Miss Strong

A Poem for Miss Strong
March 17, 2015

Built like a box, strong as an ox, knows how to work with his hands,
Tough as rocks from his dome to his socks—such describes the “typical” man.
We men take pride in our ruggedness, might, and reliability,
Which is our excuse why we get our nerves wracked by strong women, you see.
When we cross an independent gal, our minds admittedly snap.
We’re so used to damsels in distress that the notion we find hard to wrap
Our fragile minds around, which thus leads to us questioning
Our own security, masculinity, and, in short, sense of being.
We thus get our dander up and try to be better than these ladies,
Only to fail and fail again and curl up crying like babies.
Folks call that idiotic and painfully insecure,
Saying we should be thankful for such gals, so self-reliant yet demure.
After all, they help the world as we know it go ‘round
From the skyscrapers of Tokyo westward to Sitka Sound,
For don’t you think things would be dull if it were only men
Running everything nowadays just like way back when—
If men owned all the businesses and held each office of power
With women as their secretaries making just eight bucks an hour
Or staying at home tending to their kids and doing chores all day?
Honestly, with the way this world works, would that fly today,
Considering just how fast-paced and driven this world has been
In recent decades, day by day, leading up to the shape it’s now in?
Where’s the practicality in that, I ask, pray tell?
How will that model guarantee this world doesn’t go to Hell,
Especially with stress and other crap claiming life after life—
Not only of women, but men as well? What about all that strife?
Besides, with Earth’s population large as it is overall,
Even on just a national scale, wouldn’t you think, should mankind fall,
That womankind would step up and help regain control
Rather than cower in the corner and slink out the door,
Allowing what’s left of society to crumble into dust?
Wouldn’t that be a slap in the face, even to men like us?
Don’t you think we deserve women who compliment our lot
Rather than the same old caretakers, assistants and sexpots,
All forged in the same factory, no ambitions of their own,
All assembled on the same conveyor belt, mere mindless drones?
Such isn’t the kind of woman who personally stirs my soul.
Rather, ‘tis she who’s not afraid to buckle up and take control
When the going gets rough and things get tough and require guts and skill.
That’s the kind of woman who gives my hardened heart a thrill—
The kind who doesn’t need a man, but deserves one anyway
And might even take a liking to one like me one day…
Or at least I can hope, depending on how I can stay
Secure in my own humility, should Miss Strong come my way,
For yes, we men need to be needed. That I won’t deny,
But I’ll be damned if I let an independent gal pass me by
All ‘cause I wreak of petty insecurities like many others.
I want equality ‘tween the sexes. Forget the damsels, brother!
As for all you Miss Strongs out there, please forgive my fellow man
For acting all jealous of you simply because you can
Do so much without their help. It’s all just intimidation—
Nothing personal against you. They’re just fearful of their station,
And should you each want and find a man to share life with, hey—
There are plenty of us who respect your lot. Feel free to come our way.

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Poem of the Week: Time to Grow Up

Time to Grow Up
March 16, 2015

The good old days were great. That I’ll never deny,
But let’s face it: Those days have long gone by.
I’m not a kid anymore—far from it, actually,
And that’s a matter I must address factually,
For denying who you are is cheating yourself of truth,
And sad as it is to realize, we all move on from our youth—
Forever remembered and cherished, never to be relived,
Lest you count what second chance your Higher Power may give.
For all I know, though, I’ve but this one life to live,
And I’ve thus learned about the effort one must give
In order to make the most of the life one’s been given
And have asked myself if I’ve ever really been driven
Towards my ultimate goal of self-fulfillment
Or if the better years of mine I have spent
Lollygagging around and avoiding destiny
Trying out this and that, but never really being me—
Not who I’m supposed to be, leastways—by now,
Cheating myself out of my own inner peace, and how.
Ever since day one, I should’ve stuck to one path,
Never deviating from it, never looking back,
And ultimately accepted where said path would’ve led me.
Only then, I’m convinced, would I’ve been all I could be.
Sadly, that’s not the case, for for the longest while,
I’ve been wandering through life an aimless child,
Never knowing where I’m going, only where I’ve been,
Often running in circles time and time again,
Never building myself to be one thing or another.
Henceforth, here I am, sailing in the doldrums, brother,
Once letting the wind guide me, which has since stayed where it’s at
To the north and south of me, where competing winds still spat.
This has got to stop. This must come to an end.
I need to reach my destiny sooner or later, friend.
Any more mindless wandering, and I’m bound to throw up.
Enough beating around the bush. It’s time for me to grow up.
It’s time for me to pick a final path and stay on it,
Come face to face with my fate and accept it, doggone it!
I’ve wandered to and fro enough, and look where it’s led me:
A spot I’ve been in for years—a spot I’d rather not be.
Time to buckle down, then, and put on my big boy briefs,
Take a deep breath, face the future, stand on my own two feet.
My childhood’ll never return; ‘tis naught a memory.
Adulthood, however, lasts ‘til death, a anyone can see.
Time to grow up, then, I say, and embrace what lies ahead.
Self-fulfillment’s my goal now, and I shan’t rest ‘til I’m dead.

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Poem of the Week: ‘Til Death Do Us Part

‘Til Death Do Us Part
March 3, 2015

It’s not enough to say I love you. It’s not enough to say I care.
It’s not enough to hold you close to me and run my fingers through your hair.
It’s not enough to kiss you tenderly on your rose petal lips
Or even take you dancing into the night, my hand above your hips.
I feel I can do much more for you than anything I’ve just named,
Namely slide a diamond around your finger and share with you my name,
And if you ask why I’d do such a thing, my answer would be this:
I’m tired of living a bachelor’s life and wish to know wedded bliss.
I want to finally know how to care for somebody else
Rather than live inside my own little world with only myself.
I want to know what it’s like to come home to someone other than
The voices in my head that drone on about how I’m just half a man.
I’m sick of being mad at a world that won’t take me as I am,
That each time I try to be a part of it tells me to scram.
I want to know there’s someone who’ll learn to accept my flaws
And won’t cast me back to the shadows from whence I came just because.
I’ve been rejected time and again, and it’s been long enough.
I need that someone in my life who won’t feed me that stuff,
And quite frankly, you’re the first to accept me as a whole
And not toss me as the others have down into a deep, dark hole.
You’ve taken me for who I am, for better or for worse,
And accepted each imperfection of mine, blessing and curse.
You see me for the monster I can be, yet all the same,
You see me for my other side and know I’m not hard to tame
And though I cannot promise you that taming me will be easy,
I’ll do all to ensure our union doesn’t leave you queasy.
All that said, please accept this ring as a token of my undying love
And hear me as I swear to you for all to hear above
That I’ll forever cherish you with every beat of my heart
And will honor and obey you ‘til death do us part.

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Bonus Poem of the Week: One Note from Good Ol’ Kenny G

One Note from Good Ol’ Kenny G
March 2, 2015

All it took was one note from good ol’ Kenny G,
And I could feel something awaken deep inside of me—
Something I haven’t felt in countless years now,
Something that struck me quite profoundly…and how!
Thump, thump, thump went something in my chest,
And then a heavy sigh escaped my weary breast.
My mind then took a journey down Memory Lane,
And pictures of what could’ve been popped into my brain—
Images of what I could’ve had once upon a time
With a fair, adoring woman whom I could’ve called mine,
The greatest friend a guy could have, the true love of my life,
A tender soul with healing hands who would’ve made a great wife—
Perhaps even the mother of my children, if I dared,
But at any rate, a true lady for whom I’d have deeply cared,
Someone with whom to grow old, ‘til death do us part,
Someone to think of even at work, always in my heart,
Someone I could care for every second of the day
And even to make love to, should our passion swing that way.
Sadly, all that’s but a vision now stuck in my head.
I wish it’d turned out to be more, but the opportunity’s dead
And has been so for countless years. Thanks a lot, Father Time!
You’ve brought bad luck my way and took what could’ve been mine.
Now there’s no guarantee for me to enjoy such a prize.
All I’ve got now are these mirages flashing before my eyes.
Well, guess what, then, old codger: There’s one thing you can do
To make up for this bullcrap that you’ve put me through.
Actually, make that two things, the first to ensure that I
At least meet Miss Right later on in life and a knot we tie,
Even if our union lasts a decade less than ideal.
Failing that, here’s the second option I want so my fate’s sealed:
Start history all over so that my wife and I meet
And live our lives together in harmony so sweet.
I swear that I’ll do everything to make our marriage last,
Including learning from all the mistakes I’ve made in the past,
No matter the situation, for a woman as sweet and kind
As any who’ll put up with me deserves to leave behind
Her worries and insecurities about the husband I’d be.
That’s the kind of devotion she’d expect from me.
I’m convinced, though, that such a time has passed for me
And that without a bride I’ve been meant to be.
Hopefully I’m wrong, for hey—a guy can always dream,
And reality sometimes isn’t all that it seems.
Until, then, however, I’ve got the sounds of Kenny G
To remind me of what could’ve been, had fate worked out for me.

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Poem of the Week: Moving Forward (Why Does It Have to Be So Hard?)

Moving Forward (Why Does It Have to Be So Hard?)
March 1, 2015

Why does moving forward have to be so hard?
Why does it make you want to fall apart?
Why are pleasant memories so easy to lose?
Why is it so hard to shake the nostalgia blues?

Longing for yesterday’s so easy to do
When you’re lost and have naught to look forward to.
All’s so dark and dismal that you look to the past
And wonder to yourself why those days didn’t last.

No, no era’s perfect, but let’s face it, friend:
Those were simpler days back then that didn’t deserve to end.
“Did I live them to my fullest?” you might ask yourself
Before you close the book again and put it back on yourself.

All those days you grew up learning right from wrong,
Reading great books while listening to your favorite songs,
So many sights and sounds you remember to this day,
And if you could relive them, you’d have it no other way.

Flash forward to the present, things are a mess.
Looking all around you, you can’t help but be distressed.
Where are all the things you used to know and love?
Have they already vanished to the stars above?

All the morals and values you used to know as a child
Have been scattered by the winds, forever lost to the wild,
Replaced by codes of conduct that make you question things
And make you shudder at just what the future might bring.

The world you see reflects this everywhere you turn.
It’s a cold, harsh reality we’ve all come to learn.
Everything’s gone straight to Hell. Nothing makes much sense.
Much wisdom from the ages we can afford to dispense.

Time sternly marches on, though, no matter what we do,
And it leaves you wondering how it ever all caught up to you,
Even when you’ve lived for the moment day by day.
Sadly, the only solution is to hope and even pray

That the world will cleans its act up once the righteous take a stand
And the wicked perish from the earth and we all join hand in hand
To piece together whatever’s left and start the world anew
And create memories to last all time for the likes of me and you.

In the meantime, keep your chin up, for you know how things change,
And before you know it, all will once again be rearranged.
For better or for worse, I can only start to say,
But keep your spirits high, for someday will be that day.

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Song of the Week: Lost a Piece of My Soul

Hey, readers.

Here are some lyrics to a song I just wrote concerning a movie I’d seen yesterday evening that, while popular, turned out to be one of only two movies I’d ever walked out on in my life. I’ll leave it up to you to guess which movie that would be, although I will give one hint: I’d originally recommended on February 11 to go see this (or, for that matter, any other) movie instead of…*ahem*…a different, much more openly despised movie that I still think is far worse than this one on based on merit alone, although not by much, IMO. Granted, this was the first film I’d ever seen from this particular director, but even after giving it a fair chance all the same, I’m pretty sure that this will be the only film I’ll ever see from this particular individual from here on out.

That being said, for those of you who know the film about which I speak, please keep an open mind and take my opinion with a grain of salt. In the meantime, here’s Lost a Piece of my Soul.

*****

Lost a Piece of My Soul
by Dustin M. Weber
February 28, 2015

Refrain
Lost a piece of my soul tonight.
Crossed the dark side just to see the light.
Can’t win a war when fueled by hate.
No point in arguing. I ain’t up for debate.

Verse 1
Tried to fight a war against smut by supporting something else instead,
And I let all the good I heard about this other cause go to my head.
Now I’m ten dollars poorer and feeling sorry for myself.
Oh, how I wished I would’ve stuffed the cash in that box I keep on my shelf.

Repeat refrain

Verse 2
It’s bad enough the perverts of the world keep shilling out for swill,
But when it comes to the competition, it takes an iron will
To not buy into the hype and instead educate oneself on the trash
Before heading out to the cineplex and parting with one’s hard-established stash.

Repeat refrain

[Interlude]

Verse 3
A fool and his money are soon parted. That I’ve come to know,
Especially when it comes to the crap that become blockbuster shows,
And while I have lost faith in humanity for this nasty trend,
I blame myself as well in this case for my contribution, friend.

Repeat refrain twice.

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