Love me not.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved















Leaf falling through the air

Justifying all that has gone before

Validating my material instincts

Toad burrows in the mud

Makes me laugh at those who have not

Because I have got

Knowing the circle of life and renewal

Means it is time to get a new car

My head is a fucking jar

Full of pennies I will never use

For they might save someone’s life

The sky is grey and that has significance

Read into it whatever you will

It says a lot about you, oddly enough even more about me

But then I know nothing about myself, whereas you are a caller on the psychic hotline

Kill me now or die later

Either way, you lose

The choice is yours and I couldn’t care less

The universe is my nest and I piss upon it

For it loves me not.

A Vicious Circle.

by Louis B. Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved


Real growth is irreversible.

You can’t go back there now.

Personal growth, it’s a vicious circle.

Where you were before;

It must have been awful uncomfortable —

Otherwise,

There would have been no incentive.

And you would have ended up,

Right back where you started.

You have done well, my child.

Welcome to the next level.

Just like before, now you know nothing.

The circle is complete.

And now you get to start all over again.