“Simple Life” – © chriscondello 2013 – Keystone State Park, PA
Lake side… By my side…
Stripped down to basics…
We have no where to be but here…
Fishing rods and a bottle of beer…
We watch the fading light…
Bounce off the ripples…
Waves of perpetual energy…
Imprinted on our minds…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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“Sucked Dry” – © chriscondello 2013 – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA
Before you read this… Allow me to add a bit of context… These poems were scribbled on whatever I could find over the past week… When I work… I meditate… Although meditation usually takes me to a good place… It doesn’t always…
This week has been filled with triggers… And I have been emotionally struggling… But I am ok… I am stable… I am writing…
Higher Power
Staring through the waves of light…
Energy from the heavens…
Power from the mighty earth…
The source of my confidence…
The creator of me…
My higher power…
Apparently has no power…
Let it go…
Confidence lacking… Earth shattering…
Life scattered around me…
No idea where I’m going… No clue where I’m at…
I need to let it go…
Hunting for a dream… A direction…
Constantly avoiding my own reflection…
My back hurts from all this baggage…
I need to let it go…
Meditation reflects harmony and peace…
Hate absorbs hate… Anger attracts anger…
Bottled up… Ready for market…
I need to let it go…
My past dreams amount to cons and schemes…
Just another sad drug addict theme…
Spirit like Swiss cheese… Soul like a fallen tree…
I need to let it go…
Carrying the weight of my world around…
Thoughts simply add to my load…
I need to let it flow… I need to let it blow…
I need to let it all go…
Away…
Searching for a direction…
Every street looks the same…
Every fucking sign says stop…
Every corner I turn…
I see a fucking cop…
Standing here on the corner…
Surrounded by used needles and empty bags…
Shaking… Scared… But surprisingly strong…
I know what people expect…
Fuck… They tell me all the time…
They think I’m still a user… Loser…
A worthless drug abuser…
Let’s get something straight…
I don’t care about you… The haters…
You’ve left me no choice…
And this choice is mine…
I may not have a worldly direction… Yet…
I’m definitely not like you…
And I really don’t like you…
Though I can be kind…
I will never be your kind…
Thankfully…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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© Ed Cheech Piskor
Everyone has moments they remember…
Memories that seem to pop out of the dark…
This dream takes me to a massive rock…
Sitting in the beautiful Elk State Park…
Halfway up the side of a mountain…
Yet close enough to smell smoke…
My brother, myself and a friend sat silently…
Enjoying the sights while we toked…
To the right the air was hot and rising…
To the left it was cool and falling…
We laughed about the things to come…
And listened for you to come calling…
This feeling is one I will never forget…
The sounds, the sights, the plants and trees…
Oh the sounds and sweet sweet trees…
A few of the things that put my mind at ease…
A half mile up from a crystal clear river…
Next to a tree that recently fell…
The cool air smells so pure and pristine…
Feelings I don’t have to sell…
It’s rare to be around people I trust…
In a place with friends that let me be me…
My girlfriend, family and a handful of friends…
Are the only ones that let me be free…
The forest has nothing but love for me…
In a way you can say we relate…
Someday I’ll buy a big chunk of land…
Hopefully somewhere up State…
peace – chriscondello
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