Fuck It!

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Live life on the edge.

Make mistakes,
Make people unhappy,
Bypass walls,
And drown in foolery

It’s okay to make assumptions
Pick your own destination.

Burn Bridges
And walk on water.
When your feet are tired, walk on air

Fuck it!
Fuck it!
Fuck it!

Don’t bounce on walls…launch at them!
Push these things over, if you want to.
Bring the house down

Launch onto the air, and bring the rain down, too.

If you find the power to raise havoc in another’s life,
Why do you keep it down? Why not do it?
It’s in you.
The monster, the energy, the anger, the fire
It’s all in you! But you had to restrain it because
“that’s not the best idea, right now”
“haha that’d be kinda stupid”

Fuck it!
Fuck it!
Fuck it!

Let it out—let it all be out
Leave it free—leave yourself to be free

 

@Sircharlesthepoet

Oh, Butterfly!

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Side-eye to all the rights
Because butterfly,
You are right.
Under her own skin
Held by her own sin

Fly!
Fly like melting butter on the ceramic floor
You’ve fought harder before
Scream! Scream! drown in all that noise

Scream! your heart out
Let screams weaken your chains
You are beautiful.

IG: Sircharlesthepoet

Dead Intellects (poem from the upcoming digital book, “How I Escaped Engineering School”)

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Somewhere
Along that avenue,
Education became about
Who could endure the most all-nighters
Study biology,
Which teaches
The self needs sufficient sleep…

The irony:
One must kill to live
Two must burn
To feel quenched.

“Enough is Enough!”
Followed by,
“Let’s give it one more try.”
Constantly jeopardizing our health
For a goal cursing our wings
To this earth.

“Study harder!
And you shall fly,
Little bird”…
Or die

Or experience a dead flight
Because,
Raise your hand if you can
Honestly
Say that your after-life is
Worth the years of bathing
In the cold dreaded mud of education

Some of us
Have died so many times
On that road to “Success”
That all we see in the mirror
Is an Intellectual Corpse.

Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin

Prisoner (poem)

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Adventurous (poetry)

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Conflicting

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When I was younger, getting on my knees indicated that I was being punished.
And that was bundled by a storm of anger and a whiff of Shame
Fortified by a few lashes.

Ouch!

So I never understood when my pastor kept on telling me I have to kneel before the Lord and that is how I will find happiness, comfort in Him and freedom.
It made no sense.

Copyright © 2015 by Charles Joseph Augustin