Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Empty and debauched, that hollow space inside of me, the cavernous void that I tried to stuff with booze, drugs, w****s galore turned out to be the exact shape of the Creator.
I smelled the stale breath of death coming for me on the nightmare wind. Life tasted like rotten meat. Maggots ate away at my soul, and all I touched felt like cracked cement and broken glass.
Always lost forever searching.
I'm glad I found my way home to the sublime symphony, life can be, should be will be, if I don't wander to the barren places, and pitch a tent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.com
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when we're empty, we'll try to fill it with anything. quite the gut punch. so well written - can feel it all from the lost emptiness to that satisfied, full place.
as my main man wrote long ago, "Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." - thoreau
when we're empty, we'll try to fill it with anything. quite the gut punch. so well written - can feel it all from the lost emptiness to that satisfied, full place.
as my main man wrote long ago, "Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." - thoreau
Fine Write again Thomas. In Bristol UK we have guys sleeping in tents in the Broadmead Shopping Centre - and the Van Dwellers on Clifton Downs are rioting. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..