I guess this one’s bemoaning my lack of action. Probably in asking some girl or other out, I don’t remember exactly. And that’s a legitimate complaint. What is it with us guys, we’re always all twisted up inside, full of doubts and such. We should just go and do something, and well, whatever happens, happens. Drawing it out isn’t going to make it any better, now is it?

Well, easier said than done. But I digress.

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Hope

Copyright © June, 1997

I, too, have hoped,
and hoped.Hoped for many things;
substantial? Or simply ethereal?
It matters little,
for I did naught but hope.
Hopes without action,
with no end,
are venomous seeds,
that find fertile soil within the mind.
They draw the energies of thought,

of reason,
within their fat, mutated forms.
Indecision their nourishment,
failure their sole outcome.
False and ugly hopes
they are,
that must be painfully ripped from the soul.
All trace of their infectious roots,
mechanically weeded from the hapless mind,

Hope without action is a fool’s folly,
Hope not, but make it so!