Napkins: Rare Poetry and Prose Archives, 1995-2004 by Steve Dustcircle - HTML preview

Peace Love Empathy (undated)

“Every morning I wake up and I ask myself,

Is life worth living or should I blast myself?”

Emotions inside, landslide like a roller coaster ride

Is it a crime or mercy killing in suicide

I can't help but cry, looking in my baby's eyes

Thinking of all the Christmas gifts that I can't supply

And a single mother on welfare

And this single papa can't even show her that I do care

A deadbeat beyond involuntary choice

I'm destined to lose, in spite the choice I choose

I can't love nobody else till I learn to love me

So to save you the heartache, the tears, the agony

A “Dead End” sign is displayed to read

That there's no door #2 in my time of need

My father's lack of attention and affection

Has caused deep anger for the lamer of a stranger

Quick to kick me out in times of rough

My calloused heart has grown tart and so tough

My disappointments to others has well proved

That I possess no clique, no place, no friends, no groove

All my desires and dreams are irrelevant

They sign on the line my life's been long spent

I sign “Goodbye” on the drum rhyme as I leave

Like Kurt, “Peace love empathy,” Steve

Priceless Gift (via 2000)

Wrapped up in romance
Sealed tight in faithfulness
Ribboned with undivided attention
And a bow on top of endless affection