C.R. Ebowski

Rookie (Living in my reality / Dying in the world)

C.R. Ebowski Poems

1. It's Hard... 11/7/2006
2. Scream In Silence 11/7/2006
3. Run 1/30/2007
4. Life This Way 1/30/2007
5. Nothing More To Say 1/31/2007
6. Lessons 2/2/2007
7. Unwanted Embrace 2/2/2007
8. No More 2/4/2007
9. Crash 2/5/2007
10. Battling Demons 2/6/2007
11. Judgement Day 2/6/2007
12. Bar 2/7/2007
13. The Cemetery 2/7/2007
14. Devilish Grin 2/7/2007
15. What I Have 2/7/2007
16. Figure It Out 2/8/2007
17. The Secret Is Out 2/8/2007
18. Life 2/22/2007
19. Mirror 2/23/2007
20. Restless Nights 2/23/2007
21. You Didn'T See 2/25/2007
22. Outcast 2/25/2007
23. I Wish 2/26/2007
24. Never Home 2/27/2007
25. Pissed Off 2/27/2007
26. Punishment 3/1/2007
27. The Righteous One 3/1/2007
28. Fighting Me 3/1/2007
29. Prosthetic Smile 3/1/2007
30. Into The Night 3/2/2007
31. What Is Wrong 3/3/2007
32. The Playwright 3/3/2007
33. Why? 3/3/2007
34. Once Again 3/3/2007
35. God's Ash Tray 3/7/2007
36. Disownment 3/8/2007
37. Evolution 3/21/2007
38. The Storm 3/28/2007
39. Hand Me Down 4/9/2007
40. Saved 4/10/2007

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Best Poem of C.R. Ebowski

Retirement

A shot of tequila
Rinsed with bourbon
Settles my stomach

Crackling of my neck
With a swift movement
Is my trademark

Humming of the streets
Settles the nerves
Of my job

The useless mindset
Takes over my being
Steadying my hand

Perfect vision progresses
Guaranteeing success
Of my paid job

The ten o’clock news
Headlines blare
Echoing my existence

I open my bank account
Revealing the final payment
Accepted in full

When I once felt safe
The nightmare is now real
Retirement to hell

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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.

Venture on the wild side and dare to take a walk in my dreams
And you too can stumble around the claustrophobic closet,
Sorting through the familiar ghosts of past and present.
Leaving is easy; just leave your soul for a small deposit.

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