I am someone who enjoys 5 AM words
and 6 AM thoughts…
I intuitively know
that 7 AM sex, shopping, or socializing
will be a let-down
compared to the love
I am content…
and my life has taken-on a lazy quality.
I have spent years training
and not winning…
I feel good. And if you feel 100%
a little magic sprinkled on top
but it can just as easily get mean,
like a moody monster.
What I’m trying to say is…
it can be difficult for a philosopher to become a winner.
He has spent so much time making meaning from his misery
that he doesn’t seek success like a pill—like prescribed medication for failure.
He injects philosophy into his veins
and has more constant highs
than a drug addict
but occasionally, he wishes for women and fame
and the world laughs at him
because it only rewards killers
and not the contemplative celibate
in his cave.
The world won’t tolerate a loser
and if you lose and laugh
you are worse than last place.
Your teachers and parents will tell you to try
and most people do,
so the winners can win.
Why are they the same people
year after year?
are the worst sort—
they only know how to get to second place.
If you are a winner
you have no competition
and the danger
is that you will get tired of winning
and wonder what it’s like to lose.
walk right up to the finish line and quit
because they don’t have any faith
and the philosopher sees the prize
and doesn’t strive for it
because he likes to run, more than he likes to win.
The world knows
winning is no small thing
and it rewards
A great artist is thought to have a great soul
but this is usually not true—
they can, but a great character is just as rare.
I have had glimpses of winning
It’s the adulterous woman who reads your poem
knows it’s good
and fucks you with her eyes.
I’m only an amateur
She’s a professional
She eats talent.
I do it for love.
Her blouse is undone.
She’s waiting for me to take her to the restroom,
where I won’t rest.
A one hit wonder?
a one pump chump.
it can no longer reward the way it used to
I have been accused of being an old man at 24
A 35-year-old woman
talks about threesomes.
She’s trying to make me hot.
Do I prefer to be a rockstar or a philosopher?
Women (after a certain age) don’t want either one
they want a man who listens to them
who thinks about them
who makes love to them.
A rockstar fucks the world
A philosopher finds a way to love it
The average man
gets with an average woman.
She might’ve been hot for a few years.
He, was probably average his whole life
There are only a few winners
and a few true philosophers
I would like to be both.
Average is… well…average.
I would like to fuck the world
and love it.
I would like to make it to heaven too
The trick is to hold onto your soul at the same time.
Don’t give it away.
will trade it for 1st place
because they don’t know how valuable it is.
There is a difference between the average soul
and the superman
The superman is
The average soul is
Which one are you?