The Mornings Are Hell

The mornings bring their misery and reassurance 

of my life’s decline, hollow the marrow of life, empty

the cup of hope and filled the plate of despair. 

Hardesty Humor

 

Beware of those Alien Inseminoids, they'll but-fuck your friends

and produce Trumptards! 

There's a doorway where no one 

walks through, and some people 

are cold as a sea anchor. 

Genesis 1

 As I tug away the disconnection of life

and laughing at the fabled concept that 

we all evolved from Adam and Eve. Basically, 

we’re all inbreeds. The mockery of truth. My 

escape is the view from some pragmatist’s window.

How fertile and knavish was my indoctrination to

this world of illusion. The obscuration of truth and

withholding of free will the Christian tribal way. The

daily abuse of man-milked Proverbs and ongoing

mind-wielding lectures from hypocrites with their 

evil agenda brought me to suffering and then 

conquering. Christians’ perambulator of control

is an unchained ideology that encumbers free will. 

I need no fairytale crutch to ensure my existence, I 

walk with the sanctity of knowing life’s not eternal

and like the fear of each innate creature that prowls

on this dying Earth in knowing that each day resolutes

and constitutes survival. I love life more than most and 

crumble at the thought of death, I've lived for myself and 

and for others knowing that we all perish in the vain pages 

of an unwritten anthology. Death will come in the most 

strangest hour; don't prepare, don't despair, and don’t cry

for me. Weep for the life you haven't lived yet because you

wallow in fear, walk that dreamful ambition with unabated 

courage. 

 - John Hardesty 

Moon Pies and Hope

 

I’ve wandered into a memory

Juxtaposed with guilt

Traveled back into this sadness

To the chains of her jilt.

Youth and tangible memories

Fleeting happiness evoked

Love was bright and cheap

As moon pies and hope. 

We withdrew from hate

That held disappointment captive

And held on to our dreams

Within the quaint of lovers’ perspective. 

Youth and tangible memories 

Fleeting happiness evoked

Love was bright and cheap

As moon pies and hope. 

Descending With Fools

When arguing with uneducated people, please, 

apply prudence before ignorance. A fool’s illusion

will lead and leave you to an empty house filled with

unnamed ghosts. 

 

As old age heaps, the mind 

meanders back to all the 

haunts, reviving the past. The 

innocent days before the vile 

corruption, the resurrection of 

kind and mindful days where

colors were bright and the light

glistened in