June 12, 2010

• Some other time I might have said…

   

   I’m bored with rhyme and poetry’s dead. It’s about music now and songs being sung with furrowed brow by the venerable young. They make new words, conveying less meaning until all that is heard sounds like cocks and hens preening.

  Yes, I read Dr. Seuss, as a child and to my own brood. Mother Goose and Dr. Seuss rhymed and were more understood. But I do it for what, I don’t really know, it’s not in my interest, I’ve nothing to show but some rhyming words about things I now prefer no one to know.

   

   

  Limited Time Only

  In the early morning hours, before the sun comes up
  Before a brand new day has just begun
  I feel as if I’m struggling to hold on to the past
  I fear that when it’s over I’ll be done

  I have no more ambitions but I never had too much
  I failed at nearly everything I tried
  It wasn’t that I could not reach my many different goals
  But only that my interest in them died

  A life must have a purpose if it’s to be worthwhile
  But purpose is the one thing I can’t find
  No matter how much contemplation I invest in it
  The meaning simply slips right through my mind

  I’m told that life is meaningful, according to God’s will
  I’m told that it is only proving grounds
  But I still feel that it’s a dream and we are all just wraiths
  And death is quite as final as it sounds

   

   

  Unsettled

  The world is filled with places to go and new friends I could meet
  I’ve always wanted to travel and see it all
  Yet I found enough adventure in just walking down the street
  That is, until I had my fateful fall

  Suddenly my world was small and confining to my heart
  My home became a prison in my mind
  Once more I’m feeling wanderlust, I’m anxious to depart
  To leave my woes and worries far behind

  But now I find I’m in a rut and stuck in soggy sand
  No method of extraction in my reach
  My friends all say they’d like to help and offer me a hand
  Though none of them will practice what they preach

  I’ll have to extricate myself, I’m sure I’ll find a way
  Eventually, I feel, I can move on
  The virtue of patience will be my creed, I’ll wait as long as it takes
  And then, for sure, I know I will be gone

   

  I dreamed my family came back And things were as they were I asked them why they went away And they said they weren’t sure So I told them to cut it out They looked at me with hate Then I woke up with such a start I knew it was too late They still were gone and I’m alone And will be from now on I wish I could just go away And then we’d all be gone   Love Handle Challenged to continue on my life’s erratic course Enveloped in a cloud of haunted doubt Afraid of uncovering a truth about myself Afraid that love would never draw me out Encounters with romance have always driven me to hide Desire had made me realize my fears I loved so nonchalantly that my heart would not admit I loved but only knew it through my tears Committed now to capturing a new love in a jar To keep it safely nestled in my soul I made a promise to myself to keep my love intact I made a vow to never lose control

   

  My Gratitude Thanks to all who comfort me and let me know they care. Thanks for the encouragement and help through my despair. Thank you for the kindness and thoughtful glowing praise. But most of all I thank you for your unintrusive ways.

  ~ waves of stupidity ~ the human psyche is a fluid affair in ebb and pulsing flow one minute before you hate yourself your self-esteem will grow in dark recession down inside steaming frozen inhibition comes gushing forth with tidal might good sense flies in submission it crashes against the shores of pride devastation in its wake and all that’s left is emptiness and all for ego’s sake

  Star of the Morning A single star shining in the heavens Only as bright as the eye can see The wind no more than a single breath With the power to say what will be And the ocean as vast as a memory How we wonder about the other side And the animals seeming to know their place Without the need for pride Dream if you will, it won’t hurt you Reality is so hard to deny If you watch where you step you might make it To the star of the morning, good-bye It’s a magical feeling just being alive It’s not an illusion or trick Like the feelings we have that we just can’t explain Or the medicine we take when we’re sick And we know it’s a world full of losers Because the winners are somebody else But we wouldn’t be either if we didn’t play the game It’s God’s plan for our spiritual health Still, believing in God is one thing It’s another to believe in a lie But faith is beauty and beauty is love To the star of the morning, good-bye Originally posted by bodiddly ©2003.

   

   

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