Outside the Box
By Paul Haddock a/k/a "Mr. Magic"
When I was young
My Father put me in a box.
I dont recall what kind of box it was:
Cigar box, hat box, or even a tool box,
I didnt know then why he did it
But I do now.
As I grew it was evident that I had
Natural artistic talents, which my
Father had no appreciation for at all.
In his world it was bake in the sunlight
Of work; freeze in the bitter winter
Of toil. He never got the grease
Completely out from under his finger... Read Full Story
it's always a crutch whether it's the drinking or the smoking or the snorting or the eating or the buying it's always a crutch to stop you looking in the mirror or screaming or hitting the floor and never getting back up it's always a crutch to beat yourself over the head with it's always a crutch a crutch a crutch a crutch damn it finally you wake up and realize that if you need this to walk then maybe walking isn't worth it well that's a start but remember this the walking is worth it... Read Full Story
when i was young and stupid i would tell anyone willing to listen how much i loved fall and why "because everything is dying" i would say "and i love death" maybe i even wiggled my fingers and said "booga-booga" too i was about as deep then as a cup of warm spit the cool days of fall are beautiful though the sense of closure and death can be unnerving to me now but i also see that the passage of one season to the next is beautiful because there will always be another spring even if i am... Read Full Story
sometimes anger is all you have in defense so you'd better think twice before trying to purge yourself of it as it may be useful some day when cancer comes knocking old cancer likes the ones who say "take me, i know i can't win this one" with a sigh he's like most of us that way no matter how much we say we want a good fight it's always a pleasure when things come to you without a struggle so keep that anger because you can't fight without it and cancer loves that so do those god damned... Read Full Story
January 1, 2008-Happy New Year!
Today's poem is titled, "Mystery by the Sea."
Ancient mysteries intrigue us all; especially near great Akumal. Silence surrounds wanderers from near and far; still in hush of a people's great fall. Air, hot and heavy with each step, slowly I move forward to the precipice. Thousands of miles abroad I can see, a vast countryside; perilous, but free. Free from a past, people now pray for those lost along the way. In thinking of this mystery by the sea, Alas! A... Read Full Story
