Today.... life....?

I've never cried so much in my entire life....
This kinda sucks.

Producing a poem out of it would maybe, perhaps.... make it a bit better....?


Just Breathe is my mantra du jour.

#2

My thoughts are running wild
Wild like a teen or stampede
On a picnic blanket

#1

These bones are aching
Under a shell a mile thick;
Don't look for me there

With a little help from my friends

I posed the question on Facebook if friends would give me a word, a thought, or a feeling that I could form into a poem.  These are responses I received: 

- If you look far enough you will see???

-The world wrapped around you.. if you listen long enough??

-If you could keep only one memory...

-Moving out of my nest of safety into the terrifying realm of the unknown known...

I decided to write a Haiku poem (a Japanese poem), using bits and pieces of their words.

 realm of the unknown

The world wraps her arms

Around the memory of

Loves left in the wake

Ghost

They Are There

Oh
my God

testing, testing
he tests the limits to confirm that they are there.
Pushing, pushing
He pushes the boundaries to confirm that they are there.
ARE YOU THERE?
Running, running
He runs away to see if he’s worth chasing.
AM I WORTH IT?

Oh
my God

Don’t. Let. Go.
Hold on. Hold on tighter.
                                                Please.


A friend of mine wrote this...  I kinda dig it, thought I'd share it.

Irony?

Cleaning, organizing, packing to move-- making my house even more perfect so that I never wanna leave...
My Buddhist faith is being tested to the limits!  I must repeat over and over--Less is more! Don't become attached to "things."  Home is wherever you hang your (50+) hat(s)! (HA! okay, that last one is more so lyrics from a country song than Buddhist philosophy)--And YES!  I wear A LOT of hats!!!

1998

Tonight,

One shot and a beer;

Or

Was it one beer and three shots?

No matter...

Though the latter

Sounds more like truth--

I drink to keep

My mind from wondering,

Should I shout

Out your name;

Or

Continue to drown

Out this drunkenness

With more

Liquor?

Miss

when love speaks
to my heart,
it must be traveling
without a DAMN
map, cause
it gets lost
in the translation…

Hunch

If I built a bench,
Little by little
Beyond the middle
Of normal;

Would you rest with me?

Polysemous

Being near her,
Makes a shot of liquor
Uncalled for....

Estrangement

Why do you turn on me your gaze–
now that in your arms to my rival lays?
I am astound that after all that deceit–
you wait for those times to repeat!

I have seen it with my own eyes, Oh God,
That you raised your glass amidst the crowd!
When you opened Hafez to tell your fortune–
another name came for you in the light of the moon.

Go now to her and mind not my heart, goodbye!
You are the sun, she is the Earth and I am the sky.
Shine on her, on her as I am sitting down, afar–
I travel alone on the shoulders of a falling star!

Shine, shine on her as I stand up and my heart–
cries for her, for her fate, pain and plight!
To let you go is true love’s decree–
She has your arms, you heart remains with me!

You, you who took me away behind the curtain–
How come didn’t you reach to my secret garden?
I let go of you and the warmth of your arms–
I was never after the flesh and its charm!

If I ran to you so eager and fervent–
a unison with Love, was all that I meant!
And not your embrace to light my darken night–
the dream of Love shines so brighter than your sight!

Now that you are sitting next to her, my rival–
Let me cheer to your union, not plotting a reprisal!
Our tale is gone lost and its dusts are to shove–
stay with her and her undying love!


Forough Farrokhzad (1935 – 1967)
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, June 2013, Halifax.

Easy

Easy like Sunday morning, the song
that sings about the one in love
with the one who is not--
like a woman from Alabama
with a banjo in one hand
and a ticket to Les Mis in the other;
who can do both, without the easy,

perhaps?

Adapt

Is this dizziness I feel
Caused by that shot of liquor
Chased by that lager
I drank?
Or, is it from
That door revolving
That swung this way
Instead of that...perhaps?

Stuff

Boxes packed
Almost like fact
BUT!  Really it's more like
a fuck you
out of the blue, kinda.

A Thought About Me and Her

She gets the whispers of my secrets
No one else is privy;
Yet, she doesn't have
The first damn clue. . . . . .

Futile

I could never race a Nascar;
Like thoughts, speeding
around in semi-circles
with no way out
frantic
and a fiery
crash when the tiniest
of things goes awry..

--------------------

like us
on the day before
our lips
never met

Days like today

It's days like today where I see the real value of running away and becoming a Monk--or whatever the female equivalent is.  I have no idea how I can possibly make a dent in solving the problems of the world, when on days like today.... people irritate the shit out of me?!?  I really wish I knew what was wrong with us humans.  It's a wonder we've made it as long as we have without killing each other....  If I had a roof top in the middle of town, I think I'd be on top of it right now shouting at the top of my lungs, "FUCK YOU!"  But since I don't... here I am on my blog.

A Royal F.U.!

Prevention

A latte, I got
today and a
brat or more I got too--
But a tat, I got to get
before I splat
a slat against my skin;
again...

She Was Hope

When darkness swallows

the sunny memories

of day, 

hope bares to

its nakedness

hiding within the

abandoned whisper

just beyond the shadows;

leaving no trace

she ever was.