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testing

Everything so much slower


Almost boring

Thoughts now easy to filter

The bad ones rarely escape my lips

And when they do

A quick lie can cover it up

Pretend like it’s all okay

While waiting for the decay

What do you want me to say

This game I don’t want to play

Keeping the image up

Smiling constantly

To all those who don’t matter to me

Trying to keep things moving

Momentum is all that keeps up this mask

So if I keep up the tempo

And no one will ever really know me

The Dance

Eyes lock across the room
Like magnets
As if seeing one another
Through a mirror
The serenade of steps
Echoing through the room
Mimicking each other
Almost mechanical
Yet as fluid as water
Until they encounter
Face to face, hand to hand
Time stops for an instant
As the tune fades out
And the next dance begins
The two appear as one
Indulging in each other's flesh
Without a care
For the observers
Enjoying the unequivocal spectacle
Of love at first site

Mantra

Breath

A one-word mantra repeated

Regardless of the surroundings

And actions of others

Expelling the negativity

The foolish thought that the ability to write

Has expired

With each exhale

Blocking out the world and time itself

Hesitant that truth lies even in a breath

Until there is no choice but to gasp vehemently for life

Every sensory input overloaded at once

With only the eloquence of oxygen

3WW-Erratic, Luminous, Omen

The night before had been dark as pitch

But the moon this evening was luminous

As if it had skipped several phases

And the sun was just around the corner

Shining brightly and reflecting off

A giant mirror hanging right above our heads

Possibly a bad omen, possibly not

We began to look for anything unnatural

Overlooking perhaps the most obvious

The erratic behavior coming from Jack

First it was simple short spouts of noise

But as the light grew brighter so did the volume of his howls

Until he began to jerk back and forth

As he ripped off his clothes and sprouted long course hair all over

The transformation was sickening yet hypnotic

We watched our friend run off on all fours

Into the hills behind the tall Elms

Never to be heard from again

Carry on Tuesday #107 -So little done, so much to do-

The speed of life for many

Seems to be at one extreme or the other

Flying by so swiftly that we can’t keep up

Or creeping by so leisurely that we become uninterested

With no happy medium in between

Is it really life that changes pace

Or our perception and state of mind

That make it what it is

A depressed person might ponder

So much to do, so little done

But are they really making progress

Past that which is simply necessary

A manic person similarly always stays busy

Yet is never caught up

So much to do, getting it done

But is staying busy any better

There is always something else

Another thought that needs to be addressed

In between you will find those

Who have learned not to worry

Finding a balance in the middle

The porridge that was just right

Without having to go into the bear’s house

Sunday Scriblings #269 -FLOCK-

Animals follow in suite one after another

Having a leader but at the same time all equal

A flock does what is best for the group

The leader at that time staying rational

With us, the number of followers

Often fuels a leader with a power hungry addiction

Propelling them forward in bizarre directions

Both dangerous and devious

Much more preferable to see a flock of geese

Fertilizing as they walk through a yard

Than a flock of soldiers

Pillaging and bringing death

Mindlessly following the orders

Of the dictator who happened to be

King of the mountain for the day

The Cycle

Day after day things just seem to cycle

This silly circle of life where days are good enough

But never outstanding

And never sad

I still long for pain relentless enough

To bring forth a shower of tears

Wiping this repetitious and deliciously boring existence away

To make room for something more real

Why should my life be so easy?

Why can’t I prepare some now for the inevitable drop off?

Of death, loss, and disappointment

Curious if it will bring forth laughter or loathing

The only thing I know

Is that I won’t be ready

Down the Drain

Hard to believe what I found out on accident

The reality of this truth seems so foreign

Innocence drained away so quickly

Like the water twirling down a drain

No matter how careful I try to be

It’s obvious that there are things that I can’t see

Back to tiptoeing and thinking three moves ahead

And praying that things don’t get more messed up than this

Phony

Phony people collected in a room

Wasting space and breath

Longing to maintain the status quo

Taking turns regurgitating information

Never wanting to actually listen

When something worth saying is said

As time passes the lies mount up

But no one seems to notice

Each stuck in their own self-hypnotic trance

Paying too much attention to themselves

Selfish phony people
Will they ever learn

That Place I Loved

I remember a time

When you looked at me and smiled

When you would lose yourself in me

When we were so in love

We could not stop saying it

Now after a long time

Of dreaming and praying for things to change

It seems we are headed back

To that place I loved

I imagine warm embraces

Your fingers on my skin

Your lips pressing against mine

And most of all

I pray for forgiveness

For all that I have done

For the first time in years

It seems possible

And I can stop crying long enough

To notice the present

Instead of focusing on the past

I hope it lasts

Seeing You Again

When I think of you

I look back ten years

To a time when I did not know what I wanted

If I had known then what I do now

Things would have been so different

You are like a memory of childhood

It’s been so long now

There is no telling if our friendship is based more on

Trying to remember the good times

Ignoring the bad times

Or just basing it on this long break with phone calls

And emails where we both seem satisfied

And yet somewhat dead

I don’t have to close my eyes

To picture yours looking back into them

And I am excited

About the chance of seeing you again

After all these years