Poetry

Stephen J. Vattimo


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15 april 2012

Struggling Artist,To Death Do Us Apart

God wakes me up to greet the morning,
I rebel, and roll over, and ask for ten more minutes.
My mind is souring with a thousand things to do,
before I can fly out the door.
To dogie paddle my way through a ocean of humanity,
to get to work on time.

At work I slave away most of my life,
at a hectic mundane job, to maintain my life.
I day dream,and I scheme,
about things I would like to create,paint and write.
To make this world a brighter, and more colorful place.

When I get done my job,
I feel like a dirty,tiered slob.
Like a hamster that just had a heart attack,
from spending all day running on his exercise wheel.

I kick off my work boot,like throwing off a pair of shackles,
I clean myself up.
Then I pray to God, for Him to jump start my battery,
to live my second life.
To create, write,and paint,
To make this world a more brighter,and more colorful place.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo July 19 2010






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