I Wouldn’t Change a Thing

I wouldn't change a thing, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose, writer, author

The path you chose brought you here right where you BELONG jacketed fear everything you've done in life has brought you here mediocre lies before you a high fork in the road the turning point in your life There's a person you used to know who's going left not right But you never really knew him …

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Pointlessly True

pointlessly true, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose, writer, author

It became pointlessly true mindfully proved As far as that poor destitute woman knew that inside that box she was living in a righteous life so square doing right things crumpled up in a ball Yet, something kept haunting her deep inside in that most hidden place of all hidden places in the dark hall she stood where no one not …

Whispering

whispering, poetry, prose, poems, steven humphreys, writer, author

I said Whispering to myself In my crowded Valley town Get the hell out of here right now! Immerse yourself In a meadow breeze of lingering doubt Smelling so green and grassy enough to shout Around three in the afternoon Trees swaying creaking side to side grasses becoming tall ocean waves on each side of me crashing together pushing …

Humble Pie

humble pie, steven humphreys, poem, poetry, prose, books

Wouldn't you know When least expected Riding high in that saddle With chip on shoulder Bucked off that horse Rubbing sore ass that hard hit ground on a granite boulder It's that Humble pie again comin' round' oozing down face Dripping off chin Crying in beer Angry as hell drinking straight gin In the midst of another day Vainly spent …

Life as Video Tape

life as video tape, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, books, prose

Life as video tape remembering when you were born played live once Never twice Reminiscing all forlorn Synthetic memories in our heads Faded, Fading, totally Gone... Someday others we've passed behind walking paths of stone yesterday to distant past Thinking thoughts as we Loving others Families Jobs food on their tables We all have sameness... scenes …

Not My Job

not my job, poetry, poem, prose, books, steven humphreys

It's not my job to tell anyone what kind of person they should be It's not up to me to solve the world's problems Give advice or half baked answers to thee No doubt Certain things in life are irresistible so Like who wouldn't love and protect a cute little newborn baby wearing a bow? That's …

Seeing God

seeing god, steven humphreys, poems, poetry, prose, books

Seeing God in my lifetime Tomorrow is OK with me think I'm ready as I'll ever be Yet, how would one ever be ready for a mystical experience like that? There's no way you could ever prepare yourself I don't want to die to do it I'd rather eat apple pie to prove it fearing that I am not …