Pride

They are hungry again
but who will feed them?

the rich offer up
only scrapes for ideas –

“Take pride in your work”
“Be proud of your country”

what a perverted sort
of poverty
pride
seems to sustain –

a steady diet of nothing

– A. Ramirez

We all choke and get fat on pride while they feed us lies and get fat of our labor. You tell me what you need to survive – pride, an idea, or real compensation for your work.

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Rude Dog

Nothing exciting
ever happens
while you’re busy
being polite
doing
the appropriate thing
sitting in your room
thinking them
appropriate thoughts

the good boring soul
living the good boring life
gonna get yourself
a good boring death

– A. Ramirez

They say there is something wrong with me but I’m just trying to make the most out of this fucked up life.

Down

At night I think of these things –
dark alleyways and
crows in summer fields;
a broken taillight
that follows me everywhere I go;
a body of indifference
that bends shadows behind me;
lies and indiscretions that make
criminals of otherwise good souls;
and in the deepest oceans there
are fish that have never seen the sun
and there are tides that chase after the moon
and even Jesus Christ
was betrayed and lied to
so why should I
or you
or anyone else
feel special when the love doesn’t hold
and the strange calm of defeat sets in

– A. Ramirez

Father’s Day

A man
without a family
is by no accounts
a father
just as I am
without
my daughter
and likewise
not a man

– A. Ramirez

There’s a point in your life when you finally begin to understand what love is – that it’s selfless and boundless. And that nothing compares to the pain of being away from your child. Some things poetry just doesn’t have enough words for.