I'm not a Christian, so I keep forgetting that Sunday's post is going up on Easter. Happy Easter, I guess. I'm just excited that soon it's going to be warm enough to wear sandals every day. 

    I feel like the longer I'm alive, the less of a reason there is to participate in the world unless you're either a saint or determined to prove you can change it. It speaks to the quality of our leaders that they're incapable of offering any incentives to rectify this. 

Hear What I Say

 How I wish that more people
Could hear what I say,
Or that more people knew
That they wanted to. 

     I really need to stop playing the lottery. It's not fun, at all, the only reason I play is because of the unfortunate truth that if you don't play the lottery, you won't win. Of course, statistically speaking even if you do play the lottery, you won't win either, in fact you have basically the same chance of winning if you do play as if you don't play. But the world won't accept that, and things are getting bad enough that I think it's worth the risk, especially since I don't have to worry about what happens if I don't win. Mentally, I'm mostly over it, but my mother still wants to play. It's worse for her than it is for me. She still has to work, and all of her friends are as trapped in this world as she is. At this point, I think I want a way for her to get the hell out of this world before it kills her. It's nice to know there are some things less likely than winning tonight's jackpot. 

Spectacular

 The audience gasps
As I walk on the stage,
Wearing a costume made of sequins
And joy.
I turn and start singing
Songs of hope and remembrance,
The lights streaming down
From above. 

The Three Thousand View Milestone

     It’s been almost seven years since I first started blogging, two since I decided to post at least something daily, and I’ve finally, at last, passed the three thousand view mark. It’s not a high number, and perhaps not an amazing feat when you consider the amount of work I have to do to manage the blog, but two years ago I didn’t think I had it in me to blog every day. I thought I’d forget, or stop posting, but now, barring a few hiccups, there’s been daily posts for almost two years (I forgot once or twice). I won’t pretend there haven’t been a lot of growing pains, and moments where I messed up, but still, I’m here. Thank you to everyone who's been reading my blog. You make what I do matter. 

The Things I Don't Want

 I don't want McDonalds,
I'm better than those
Who can't have more 
Than the lowest food in the land.

I don't want to live in poverty,
Food denied,
Joy merely a fantasy.

I don't want to live in extravagance,
Friends who won't leave me,
Money I won't spend.

If I must be taunted,
I will not be taunted with 
The things I don't want.
I will be taunted by the thing
I want more than anything else.

Which is something,
Something important,
Something I'll know when I find it.

I don't know why I can only name 
The things I don't want,
But I do know that I want something,
Damn It.

     As usual, it's raining. Won't let it stop me from going outside for a bit.

      I wish I could have my own version of a meaningless existence. Something that was just as unimportant as anybody else's, but wasn't just another version of working in an office. That would be nice. 

Prose

 The line between poetry and prose
Can sometimes be thin,
So why is it so hard
To be good at both?