Just trying to sort it all out…
August 31, 2011
Writings Life, love, Poem, poet, Poetry, rest, soul, spirit, thoughts, understanding 1 Comment
Lay your head down
Calm your mind
For your thoughts will be there tomorrow
Rest your thoughts
Set them on the shelf
And give yourself the time to recover your strength
Relax your spirit
Give it a break
For life will always move on, with or without you
Don’t let it pass you by
Rest is for the soul. Without it’s needed break, the soul will become fatigued, and a fatigued soul will never be able to really live life.
August 31, 2011
Writings Life, Pain, Poem, poet, Poetry, thoughts, trouble, understanding, Wisdom Leave a comment
Withered and weeping
Wilted and dying
The shell of the life
Once seen as beauty
Where water is scarce
Left starving for life
Trampled under the feet
Of the weary traveler
For the traveler sees not
As he trudges through sand
Consumed by dire need
And lost in his fatigue
Yet thrown to the side
Also is he, by the mob
That swarms the dunes
Determined to survive
Roaming about like cattle
Lost in the sands of time
They drop like flies
Searching for life
Desperation takes hold
With nothing left to grasp
Empty are their priorities
Except for the will to live
It’s amazing how we get lost in the situations in front of us and lose track of everything else around us. The havoc we raise by our lack of attention to those around us can be devastating if not deadly. We aren’t as alone as we think we are.
August 31, 2011
Writings friend, Life, Poem, poet, Poetry, secrets, thoughts, true friend, understanding, Wisdom 4 Comments
A friend
To share hidden secrets with
To tell about the hard times
Someone you can trust
A true friend
What would life be like without at least one true friend to share it with? Without someone there to encourage us when we’re down, catch us when we fall, or be there when we call, life is too much to bear. It would worth give up everything you had for just one true friend to share what’s left with.
August 30, 2011
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August 30, 2011
Writings feelings, hypnotism, numb, Pain, Poem, poet, Poetry, rain, thoughts, understanding 6 Comments
Hear that voice
As the rain falls
Sitting in the lot
Stare at the cart stalls
Yearn for more
Hold thy tongue sir
For time is against
This moment with her
Keep back the thoughts
And the feelings of the day
Just to enjoy listening
I’d have it no other way
Hang up the phone
Begin to wait for next time
Understand nothing about
This overwhelming line
I’ve been taken out
By the waiting snipers
Let hypnotism set in
By the windshield wipers
August 30, 2011
Writings beauty, eyes, heart, Life, love, Poem, poet, Poetry, soul, words 2 Comments
I wasn’t attracted you
Because you were beautiful
Although you did take my breath away
I wasn’t drawn to you
Because you said the right words
Although you shook my soul when you spoke
I wasn’t drawn to you
Because you smiled at me
Although your smile pierced the darkest of my night
I was drawn to you
Because of the way you saw right through me
You saw me for me and loved me anyway
August 29, 2011
Writings heart, Life, love, Poem, poet, Poetry, prestige, the trick, thoughts, understanding Leave a comment
The Pledge
Seemingly happy
None would expect
Anything different
To ever arise
The visually appealing
It looked like we had
What everyone wanted
What they all tried for
The Turn
Something happened
And everyone began
To pay attention
And scratch their heads
They all began to wonder
What was going on with
The “Model Couple”
That they dearly loved
The Prestige
Will we survive and
Fool ourselves?
Will we think ourselves
Invincible against the rest?
Will it all end and
Fool everyone else?
Will they feel deceived
by their initial view?
For whom is this great trick for? The Prestige has yet to show its face and reveal the unknown to the unknowing souls. All watch, All wait, All anxious to see the nature of the trick!
August 29, 2011
Writings feelings, heart, Life, Pain, Poem, poet, Poetry, thoughts, understanding 2 Comments
It’s a new day
Time to pick up the pieces
Scrape off the ashes
And venture out
The dirty, chipped vase
Ready to be filled
By the dust from the feet
Of the passersby
The stale water
And smoker’s ashes fill
The once for beauty
Porcelain vase
The end of the day
Set the chipped pieces aside
Empty the refuse
And fall to sleep
August 29, 2011
Just Me Being Me Life, music, music writing, oops, Pain, physical pain, Story, thoughts 2 Comments
What timing! I mean seriously! Bernadine just entered my life and now this….
*But what the hell is he talking about?*
Yesterday I screwed up my left wrist and now I’m all messed up. No more music making for me for a while… *cries in a corner for a while.*
I was playing with my sons and a cousin of Sara’s at her parent’s farm. My boys were attempting to get the guy but were having a difficult time catching him as he is much bigger than they are and they asked me for help. So I jumped in and knocked him down several times so they could pile up on him. It was great fun for a while and we all had a great time. Upon one pass he made at me, I took the opportunity to jump him. As I sprung for his back I was unaware that he had just slightly shifted directions. I caught more of his side than his back. It spun us around and I landed backwards with my wrist being the first part to make contact with the not-so-forgiving ground. To make things worse, the momentum of the spin caused him to land on top of me, thus making the weight on my wrist equal to a little over 400 lbs and it didn’t like it so much.
After a few hours I headed into the E.R. and had them take a look at it. The x-rays showed no broken bones or even a sprain. He did see a bit of a separation between a few of the bones in my wrist and thinks I might have done something to the ligaments in that area. Tomorrow I get to go see a specialist to have it examined a bit more closely.
I actually thought this whole ordeal was pretty funny UNTIL I told a friend about it. She had to honesty remind me that I couldn’t play the guitar for a while. I knew that before, but I hadn’t really sat and thought about it until that moment. GRRrrrrr….. Not only can I not play music for I don’t know how long, but typing hurts like something I shouldn’t repeat here. Remember, I’m a computer tech. I live off of a keyboard all damn day…..
So I think I’ve made up my mind on what I’m going to do. Tomorrow, I’m going to march right in to that doctor’s office with a hacksaw, look dead into his eyes, and say, “Doc? Just take the arm! Take the whole thing!”
August 28, 2011
Writings break, Pain, Poem, poet, Poetry, Story, thoughts, understanding, wife Leave a comment
One night of laughter
One night of peace
One night to smile
One night at ease
But for one night without the fights
Is it worth the trade?
Freedom from attempting
The Unobtainable Goal
The Unwinnable War
The Unreachable Rest
In exchange for
The Instability
The Uncertainty
The Inability to know when
An Oasis will be reached
To take the chance to remain
In the memory of this night
While the proof of permanent change
Has yet to be shown or revealed
But this One Night
This break with her
Was needed
For my own sanity…..
