Biography of C.R. Ebowski
The words that I write are collections of random thoughts that have been collecting dust in a closet built for ghosts.
C.R. Ebowski Poems
What I Have Not Forgotten
Principles are yelled at the top of lungs Spitting daggers of truth Deflating the bubbles of lies That shields the ignorant from reality
Look into my eyes and deny the truth Tell me a lie that I haven’t heard before Tilt your head and smile Believe that your charm is impressive
A shot of tequila Rinsed with bourbon Settles my stomach
I fold my shaking hands and hang my weary head Praying one day I will be able to leave my past behind God help me understand how to face these trials And in the end be able to keep my peace of mind
Crash into me Ignoring boundaries Violators beware The penalty is death
Hatred fumes Anger consumes Envy explodes Jealousy implodes
I gaze down the barrel of my gun Fixating on the grooves that radiate Wondering what it will be like When I finally pull the trigger
There are bodies laying on the floor Blood seeping from the room Covering their wounds But that’s death
If I could not find a way then I must try to salvage part of my day Thinking, breathing, debating about time and the spaces between When nothing compares with everything and no solution is found Hide and seek, remember and forget the past and present
Nothing More To Say
I stare at this computer waiting for the perfect, Inspirational words to flow across the screen, But my mind becomes clouded with the darkness That has consumed my decrepit excuse for a human being.
Mamma said look where you walk And speak slowly when you talk Mamma said don’t talk to strangers And watch out for any unknown dangers
Slam a shot of whiskey Burning down your throat Order another double It becomes your scapegoat
You piss me off With all your lies You piss me off
You ask me who I am And that is a loaded question I do what I want, whenever I can Without a lecture from anyone
Scream In Silence
Thoughts swirl through my crowded head,
Bouncing off the white padded walls,
Trapped in a self built prison of violence.
Whispers are heard through the yelling inside;
The most trivial of words through the confusion,
Until my last option is to scream in silence.
My enemies have procured through emotion