Sorry Day

Sorry Day

Awakening in the stillness
calmness of the morning
looking,searching for what is right
or wronged
by society of the giant head
that be-bops by,
taking a drag of a cigarette
that was rolled by the hand
of an enlightened monk,
with tears coming down his cheek
because of something so perfect
took away from him so soon,
used up, done away with
he mediates under a dull sun
that has nothing left,
and the moon's brightness
blinds him



Copyright ©2009 The1Complainer (Wade Cadenhead)

Full Circle

Full Circle

Scent of patchouli lingering
turning off the madness of the TV
with a flip of the switch,
Scott chanting lyrics
in the ears of our guests,
pass the bottle of cheap wine
bought at a cheaper store
my town=your town
cities the same
name is all that's different
no better life anywhere than here,
same here that's there

in my pocket...some change
to buy another bottle...cheap


Copyright ©2009 The1Complainer (Wade Cadenhead)

Complacent Stillness

I'm thinking I need to add another one today, after the last one I posted.

Complacent Stillness

of highways and byways
in America of the abyss,
families settle down at night
for TV hour of sitcoms
imitating life in Hollywood
-that's fake false sense-
to teenagers in the country
of that's life in the real world,
to grow up with no real world
and still watching the giant eye



Copyright ©2009 The1Complainer (Wade Cadenhead)

Robot Love

Before I post the poem, I just want to say that in my early years of the Army that I was a very angry person. This poem was written during some of my most angry time.

Robot Love

Ideas fade in the minds of computers
taught me what you wanted me to know,
drill into my mind your killing tactics
rules and regulations to make me like another
uniforms so you can't tell me from my brother,
a well oiled clock
ticking a countdown,
rebellious thoughts make eyes glow red
time is here to rip away...
Anger fades with blood stained hands


Copyright ©2009 The1Complainer (Wade Cadenhead)

Late Night Diner

Late Night Diner

Hat full of luck over flows in my dreams

as fast as the waitress not playing attention to my cup

and reality is a crash with someone yelling loser,

nothing is as real as what I've done today

even my tomorrow will not compare to my yesterdays,

filled with uncertain thoughts as life flys by

feeling I've lost something but never really had it,

to start with nothing, leave with nothing...

Life is real,

had something once but forgot what it was

so it doesn't count,

matches fall out of a box like friends forgotten

spiderwebs all that's left, memories caught for dinner

prisoners with nowhere to go,

in my mind they struggle everyday

Copyright ©2009 The1Complainer (Wade Cadenhead)

Slacking

I've been slacking on this blog thing...so sorry to the 3 people who read it. I promise I will be better about it going forward.
Also I'm also going to try an exercise the month of April by writing one poem a day for the whole month. If it works out, was thinking of trying to publish it as a book called 30 days...we'll see how that works out.
Anyway, I will post more often now.