"Hold close to those lil things you never noticed when love was playng its mean triick. Those lil things can now save you. and so on... 11million tiny lil things to focus on, to keep busy, to distract us... Cuz, let's face it! I'd rather be Happy, than Right, any day of the week. Of course, I'm not...not yet...but that's where it all falls apart, right? Work my fingers to the bone to forget a gambled my future on an emotion (mainly in the bed), put my chips behind the wrong reject who wouldnt even admit there was a wager present, whose mental illness was only slightly surpassed...by my...mental illness. So it goes. Bad for dancing. No good for romance. Good, only for breedin purposes. small victory. i'll take it."

Penny's story of SAM

I once knew a man who's whole world seemed to have endless opportunity. He was bright smart articulate. passionate. He told me he was a budding physician. listening to him one could hear the passion in this voice ,
He told me in had come to America to further his education and build his own American dream
I think we here often forget what it is like have a goal and from a early age that be ur one dream ur one love.
He often told me stories how he would stay he his room for days to study for test. I could easily see he was a man who had traded his wilds of a young man for the passion for Higher education.

The first year was wonderful I watched him flourish get excited that his goal was in reaching distance.
One day he said to me We have a new Administrator and I don't think he likes me,,,,
This I dismissed I couldn't understand how anyone could not find the him a wonderful Doctor He would say I want to treat my patients like my family.
Then one day he called me. His voice was so different almost like choking back tears. He said " sit down I have been fired form the clinic"
Really I couldnt believe it.Since then 2 yrs later I have watched him die rot inside lose hope lose faith .Lose his faith in America in our system
He screams there is no justice..He screams racism
He said he has lost everything even his self. He fights like a drone a empty shell. He said hate rules his actions now where once love and compassion were the foundation of his life
I always say Things will get better,You will be ok Justice will prevail....But these word mean nothing to the person he is

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Me and my mama's two dogs
stand like statues in her backyard.
We all seem patient, waiting
for the tempature to drop
with the slowly setting sun.
It's reached 40degrees at 3pm today.
And to my restless mind,
the cold, the cold here in Georgia,
holds us down.
The dogs don't wanna play.
I don't want to laugh, or
go see my son.
I just wanna stand here
with these mangy dogs,
smokin' a cigarette,
waiting for the sun to tuck back
behind the still pines.
And for night to come on
with it's warm bars filled with
slow beer and dying dreams.
Someday we'll figure this out.
For now, we'll hunker down
and wait for winter to pass.

THC induced anxiety attack

This evening I
manufactured a
THC induced
anxiety attack

I can't say why
I smoked the stuff
except to say
no other drugs
were availible

I paced nervously the
living room of
my sister's house
trying to grasp ahold
of my runaway thoughts

I had no luck
my emotions ran amok
until my sister arrived home
an invited me out with
her friends to play pool

As I walked into the
smokey, ill-lit bar filled
with rednecks, deviants,
degenerates, and hustlers
I immediately felt
at home

For the first time
this evening
I feel alright

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John Man's BBQ Paradise

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John Man's
BBQ Paradise
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Seasoning salt, pork butts
and sweat.

Ugly, ancient Fryers that
Ol' John Man aint cleaned
in weeks! But hell,
the boy's on salary.
And ol' Mr Henry's workin'
him 75hrs a week.

What those Fryers pump out
though, is pure side-dish
heaven! Corn Nuggets with
Ranch dressing, or Sweet
Potato Frys with Lil' Henry's
secret cinnamon dip.
They go great with a 3way
Platter: Ribs, Brisket &
Pork Butt. Whatever feeds
the local Fireman or
Passing Tourist from the
interstate that's half a
mile down the road.

It's alright, John Man.
Ol' Henry (Sr or Jr) will
tell you that all the crud
and crust in those Fryers
is just extra seasoning!

"Check the smoker before
you leave, John Man!"

When you get home you'll
smell like smoke and meat,
even after two showers. And
them good ol' Georgia Boys
and Girls are still going
to have bellies achin' for
real pit BBQ tomorrow.

Get some sleep, John Man.
Hunger will be waiting
to do battle again
on some other sunny day.

Broken Hearts are for Strangers

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Broken Hearts are for Strangers
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The copulated remainder of
every failed union
gathers just like old newspaper clippings
yellow, stale-smelling, cracking at the edges
this happens to the best of us who
search for a complimentary soul

yet
nothing stings like the amputation of
soft intimacy
no bed is ever colder
than the one recently evacuated
by one of two

take heed! All the
lone hearts of midnight
this feeling WILL fade
just not on your time

somewhere in a smokey room
strewn with remainders from
former lives, previous loves,
enough time will pass for
the best of us to continue
moving forward
hearts on our sleeves
meeting our next heartbreaks
through a cyber-shop window