jonalcoholic

new poem:

untitled:
Empty botles, cans, mixers, all downers.
Clutter my life, but adorn it so.
Each empty bottle, a story it tells,
From the bottom to the top.
Some could be happy, or perhaps sad?
Only the bottles know now.
Those stories are mine no longer.
Those stories are drowning.
Empty, bottles, stories...

And what can ever last in emptyness?
Apparently there stories can, in the
Mind of others who know of the bottle's once full glory.
A rational thought through an empty idea.
Brings only more pain, as I open a beer.

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I have three treasures, which I guard and keep.
The first in compassion.
The second is economy.
The third is humility.
From compassion comes courage.
From economy comes thes means to be generous.
From humility comes responsible leadership.
Today, men have disgarded compassion in order to be bold.
They have abondoned economy in order to be big spenders.
They have rejected humility in order to be first.
This is the road to death.
~ Lao Tzu