Rock Bottom (Brandy Goodman Poem #4) How do you know when Rock bottom is where you are? How can you see When you’re near or far? With everyone it’s different. Is your bottom based on age? If it’s not, then how Is your bottom gauged?…

When you are young, you are energetic and bold. When you age, it’s difficult to be old. Fear now takes over, as you become older.   Fear of……. …falling and breaking bones, of sickness and not recovering, … not being taken seriously, when once you…

does it ever feel like no matter how hard, how often or how frequent you push, push, push, push, PUSH, you can never seem to get ANYWHERE? square one. 1st base. the fucking beginning. my castle isn’t made of cement, it’s SAND. sometimes it feels like…

The word Promise shouldn’t exist in any language— For it allows an easy perverted manipulation of the heart and subjects those who believe in it to be left open— vulnerably desecrated to a point that is cruel. A promise presupposes honor and should dispose of…

Back in the day Of babysitting and teen lines and friendship pins I slept my mornings away Partied my nights with a variety of sins No responsibility No cares in my teenage life of sensibility   Nobody told me about babies and puppies   Babysitting,…

My head is a jungle, trees and beasts And shadows of old shapes Only imagined. There she feasts On putrid meats and grapes, Elusive tigress, waiting, biding. We hunt each other, stalking, hiding. Did Lao Tzu ever imagine such a thing? Did Martin Luther dream…

Those swirling mists beckoned like a stranger’s kiss Fear wracked the warrior who hungered for eternal bliss Tired from a life of constant blood and battle pain He’d fought against demons and black tyrants in vain The seer gave him one final quest to rest…

Fight, Don’t give up now. You have traveled for so long, The destination is around. Fight, Don’t let go now, You have worked so hard, It’s time to charge on. Fight, For yourself, For every person, Who was forced to bow down, Who was never…

Oh how to describe something so big, happy and endless Without the joy from all I would be sad and friendless So inspiring, their furry friends standing loyal by their side WIthout their devotion and vigor many would have died Their financial support meant so…

Those days of lime-soaked watermelon summers, sharing a plate of potato salad and BBQ, kissing boys, grandma’s cheek— Now, I am just waiting to get vaccinated.