Though I remind myself year after year
Though over and over it’s been proven so true
That all I’ve been searching for’s already here…
It’s amazing how little I knew
Month: March 2015
Seasoning
How verily the summer slumbers
When winter spreads its wings
Of ultra-down so gently falling
One might call it spring
Till ice has made the veins to shatter
And eyes to shutter closed
Oh summer, where’s that loving laughter
That you once proposed?
Tolden it’s Golden
I gotta figure my diggin and rigamarole
To trigger a livin that’s given a goal
Of biggerin vigor to jigger a jolt
That’s driven to live in the givening gold
Appy St. Paddy’s
Happy St. Paddy Cakes
You laddies and lassies
Put on your shamrocks
And raise up your glassies!
Cheers to the years
And a life full of tings
There’s green in d’ beers
And we’re living like kings!
And sure it ain’t close
To what ol’ Paddy Cake did
But the beer then was gross–
I don’t blame him one bit
Hard Ache
Oh heartache
My old friend
I was warned that you’d be back again
Thought I’d lost you
Hoped you gone
Hoped we wouldn’t go on and on
Trudging through this sour sludge
Of Hate my life
And I won’t budge
You ugly wretched bastard slug
Sucking at my veins
Quit your games and pull the plug
That spurts my heart to drain
Run your course
Wreck my days
Wreak your wrathful wasted ways
Upon my soul
And kindly gaze
The twisted art you’ve wrought
Give me all the plays you got
Cause when you’re good and gone
I’ll be stronger for the shot
And you’ll just wander on
Do Stuff:
You’ll feel better
Strange Sell
I’m going to tell you the world is a mess
And frankly, it’s going to hell
And I will sound smartly
And you’ll be impressed
And we’ll feel it’s going quite well
But I just can’t account
For the startling amount
Of great things that we’ve learned how to do
All I can say
Is we’re smarter each day
And quite frankly, we might make it through
We might make it through
We might make it through
Yes I really do think that we’re gonna get through
I don’t know if that’s thanks unto you
But if it is, then my thanks unto you
I’ve got boxes of thanks here for you
And parcels of thanks here for you
The shipping is $10.95
Please give me $10.95
You owe me $10.95
You likely won’t get out alive
Still waiting on that $10.95
Okay give me your watch and we’re even
Many thanks to you my fine fellow!
Hey you over there in the vest!
Don’t know if you noticed, but this world is a mess
And quite frankly, it’s going to hell
Caved
You think the world is young
You think its tongue is known
You guess you’ve grown a lot:
You’ve got a lot to own
And yet alone you whisper
With a whimper in the night
Flown the flight of growing old
But rarely going right
Winter Waning
I wonder why the winter wanders
Whimpers through my wayward mind
Leaves me limp in skimpy slumbers
Hungered for a fateful find
Cold and lonely, holding only
Phony paper scraps to cling
Fading, window-watching, waiting
For the aiding sprouts of spring
Some body
The long arm of the law
Reaches from the body of government
To squeeze the heart of the people
Gaggling atop the belly of the beast
While the head of the church
Resting on the shoulders of its fathers
Balks at the hand of creation
That knocks madly at the treasured chest
For the blood of the innocent
Trickles through veins of ore
That fail to nourish the organization
That clutches for life on the floor
The fruitful plums of youthful vigor
Boost the musing coos that come
Loosing grooves that race with rigor
…but they coo for everyone
Intelligible irrelevance
Insinuates an ellegance
Denoting verdant affluence
Of preposterous concoctions
I’ve been around the world
And learned this much hence:
You don’t need
a gun to
trigger
events
Oddity
Consider me oddly encumbered
Goddily slumbered
Vastly outnumbered by ghastly pontoons
Shot for the moons, and falling up short
Calling for loons, and stalling for sport
All for the thwarting of wars I don’t fight
For the sake of supporting the chance that I might
Passer By
Sometimes, as the world goes by
And I stand still
And feathers fly
And puddles fill
And meadows dry
And shadows fall from out the sky
And cast uncertainties at hand
And seasons pass
And I still stand
For reasons I don’t truly know
Watching maples slowly grow
And starlings go
And darlings die
I sit and lowly wonder why
We’re flushed waist deep in changing tides
Upon these slowly creeping rides
That never lead away from where
We came upon this tiny terre
Where we dare to stand and stare
And care for life, although it’s very
Very brittle
In a world so vast, and time so little
Whittling away our daunting days
In ever-pondered, wandered ways
That lead us back to where we came
So we may die
As the same old world still saunters by
These lives are but our shadows cast
Upon a piece of earth
And all we’ve done, and ever do
Gives shape to what we’re worth
Her
She tips atop the frames of others
On ballerina toes
Twinkle dancing lonesome lovers
Unto catching throes
She knows, she knows!
She hears your weary dearful cries
And waits for you upon the mount
Wherefore your sun shall rise
Conversation with Self
People tell me I’m self-centered, and I don’t know what to do about that.
Care about others.
I do, I think they’re great.
Care about them more than you.
What good would I be doing for my own purpose by ignoring my own desires?
And that’s what makes you self-centered.
Seems like one has to be…
Why?
Because when I’m centered, that’s when I’m most capable.
Capable of what?
Doing everything better.
Then why not get better at caring about others?
I can.
Then do it.
I do.
Then why do they think you’re self-centered?
They must see how empowered I am.
As in…
Like a sun.
So, they’re like planets?
Kind of… Sometimes, I guess.
Little dominating, no?
Not always, it changes, sometimes I’m smaller.
So, it’s a competition…
Just trying my best at life.
What if someone else’s best is better?
All I can worry about is my own.
Is it something that actually worries you?
Uhh… sometimes, sure.
Why?
Feels like it’s off track.
From what?
Where I want it.
Are you really in charge of where it goes?
With every action I make.
Really?
Seems that way.
Then what actions work best?
At what?
Putting your life back on track.
I guess those that fulfill my needs.
Being?
Happiness, accomplishment, appreciation, I dunno, love.
How do you get them?
I dunno… by giving them?
To who?
Others.
Do you?
Huh?
Do you give those things to others?
No, I guess not.
Why?
…because I only think about myself.
But the best way to help yourself–
Is to give others what I wanna receive.
Sounds like a pretty selfish thing to do.
Then I should be good at it.
They might stop calling you self-centered…
So?
So, what happens if they start calling you selfless?
I tell them why they’re stupid.
They might not take kindly.
Doesn’t matter, I’m self-centered.
Is that caring about others?
Dammit.
Good try though…
We finished here?
Probably never.
Can I at least take a burrito break?
Will you share it?
You’re just a disembodied voice in my head…
I still like burritos.
Fine, I’ll share it.
See? Progress already.
You’re kind of a dick.
A helpful dick.
Still a dick.
You’re welcome.
Sometimes I bury my emotions…
So they spring up like treasures later!
Lost Again
The question lingers
Pointing its poky finger
Into the mushy reduction of my grumbled mind
Bantering like some mad child
Circling on his tricycle
Taunting over and over
Filling me with the swirling frenzy
Of darting fish all screaming together
Calling, begging, raging, poking
In some incomprehensible multi-dimensional
Tetrahedron of pointed vernacular
Jabbing its obsessive spikes
Like anchors into my mind
Exploding with the rage of confinement
Shrieking into empty halls of glassware
Threatening to shatter the world
Screaming “WHY!?” as creatures tremble
“WHY!?” as canyons crumble
“WHY!?” As tectonic plates devastate rural townships
In horror and desperate haste
“WHY!?” For the sweet love of flogging donkeys
Can’t I remember what I was going on about?
Undo
Make blind my eyes
And bind my hands
And cast in guise these wandered lands
Subdue the truth
Undo my youth
Unclue the proof of vaster skies
Uncast the spells and cut these ties
And give me fall to halt this rise
I know it’s lies!
I know I’ll cry
I know I’ll ever wonder Why
I know I’ll die
I know I will
But I don’t care, I want it still
Give me breath to taste the air
And give me sea to stand and stare
Give me heartache
Give me hurry
Give me blessed want and worry
Race my mind and bust my gut
And break my bones and let me shut
My eyes once more to golden sun
And glow in nature’s holding hum
To learn of love
And burn with rage
And sing of life beyond a cage
Whose bars can never bar my soul
Oh let me be once more unwhole
So I may dream the dreams of freedom
And pour the words of one who knows
That there are rules, but we don’t need them
So long as we have righteous goals
Give me one more night of starshine
Give me one more day ashore
Let me feel that thumping drumline
Let me live on earth once more