Archive for the ‘I March To The Beat Of My Own Drum’ Category

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I’m not envious of your success,

your riches are an irrelevance,

your existence meaningless.

I hate you

and your ease of being,


I don’t want your things.





Understated and misunderstood,

anonymous, in a sense, hated…

I outlast my critics,

family, neighbors, foes,

global apparitions,

as one by one they disappear…


increasingly I am free,

to pursue destiny.

By the Grace and Favor of God Almighty,

I celebrate:

the best is yet to come!




Naked I stand before them…

They gawk, smirk and laugh,

sensing humiliation, they salivate.

Nothing (much) left to lose, I feel

exposed and strangely liberated,

arms akimbo, I laugh back.

Sensing crazy, they walk away.




In my descent into madness

(as many would see it),

I’m becoming more and more detached,

from what society tells me I should be.


I’m finding sanity,

a certain clarity.

Cleansing and wholeness…

Gladness envelopes my soul.

(*Fuck you and your ladder!*)




Do not underestimate the power of revulsion,

Dear advertisers.

I am a better person, immediately, for seeing your shit,

I get up, turn the television off and walk away.




From Krasnodar,

she perceived the cold,

while others scoffed,

she dressed wisely.

Passage of time,

flowers wilt and die,

passage of time.

She would go to their funeral,

but she has something else (more interesting) on.




Hey Yuliya,


yet another,




I renounce nothing,

but regret all.

Broken heart sings,

after the fall.




I slept.

I woke.

I went where they told me.

I did what they said.

I tried not to think.

I worked the way a convict does,

under duress.

Unnatural state of affairs.


Toil and…

A break.

Even slaves get fed,

for expediency.


even a surprise.

Like here, a sweet banana.

I ate, the way one does.

Then a sudden urge to urinate hit me.

I took a few steps


I had absolutely no control,

the dribble became a flood,

down both legs

and into my shoes.

Sodden and obviously wet,

for all to see,

I said nothing.

Relieved (one might say),

I continued to work.

It was a shame,

that I had pissed myself,

but I felt absolutely no shame.

Indeed, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.




I march to the beat of a different drum,

when allowed.

My own

internal vibe,


at times aloud.

Beat, beat,

like a heartbeat…

Fundamental to existence.



They call me names,

they lock me away.

I threaten the system.

Enforce decay.