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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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I hope you enjoy my thread
When In Winter I Died
It was cold as I looked out upon the night sky Wondering what should become of you and I, What of the love that once ran so free? I could see my breath as I walked down the frosty road, Slowly slinking home to my humble abode, And the cold was bitter as it crept up my feet. Dirty, crusty snow covered the street. Your cries and screams stay with me, As if demanding some retribution fee. Haunting like some tell-tale heart That beats within my mind, There is no peace that I can find. Cold December night, I full of fright, An eerie mist within my head. Words only failed me, No intelligence prevailed in me. Only stuttered, hollow words came out, Words that were rooted deep within doubt. So sipping at my drink, I was not allowed to think And I shot me an albatross. With my words and thought These troubles I wrought. When in winter I cried, When in winter I died. Sleep became an unfamiliar thing, Always awake before the bell would ring. I shivered as the cries came back to me. The mist refused to leave my head. It had set up shop and made its bed. I quiver and shake and cry and moan, There are times of courage but they’re only on loan. And I ponder and look up into the air, Alfred once said, “Do I dare?” And do I dare to disturb the universe? Why is love a tool, Why does it rule? Fear love? – A question I ask of me. Fear commitment? – A life long problem you see. The fog has left its bed unmade. The tears within my heart, They are tearing me apart. It is blind minds that make the world go round, Why is it that I listen to their sound? Your sound I shall try to revive in me now Yet I don’t know quite how. I’m looking for my abyssinian maid Who plays her dulcimer so beautifully, But I no longer hear her symphony. When in winter I cried, When in winter I died.
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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I submitted this one before, but I thought I would put it in my thread.
Serenity On the hills above the Serengeti, In the peacefulness of a spring afternoon, I saw a lion and a lioness lying together, Viewing the tranquil serenity, which surrounded them. I began to think of the days when When much of the world was as placid as this, And my thoughts could wander, Thinking of nothing specific, but of everything. I remembered the times when felt that my dreams could come true. That I could live and love and wander and wonder And seek and find and wish and espy, Never to surmise that I should die. I laughed at myself as I thought these things, Those feckless thoughts of mine, Which have no place or purpose in a world like ours. They are the enemies of the cynicism we all take on. I shed a tear for fruitless thoughts, I trembled as my gaze wandered to look upon Kilimanjaro. I cried for the death of my dreams, Which caused the death of my heart. I contemplated the world around me, Its people, its places, its things. They were all just there, meaning nothing to me. I contemplated my world, The people I knew, the places I’d been, the things I’d seen. They were all still there, I meant nothing to them. I pondered on the fact that the world around me was not at peace, Not with itself or with anything or anyone. I pondered on the fact that I was not at peace, Not with myself or with anything or anyone. I pondered on the fact that the lion was at peace, with itself and the world, And was free to live and love and wander and wonder, And it sought and it found and it wished and it espied, Never to surmise that it should die. On the hills above the Serengeti, In the peacefulness of a spring afternoon, I saw a lion and a lioness lying together, Viewing the tranquil serenity, which surrounded them.
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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CRUSH THE ROSES
I CAME ACROSS A SILKEN ROOM WHERE MANNEQUINS STOOD HAND IN HAND. I LOOKED ACROSS THIS SILKEN ROOM AND I SAW THE JURY AND TOOK THE STAND. IN FUTURE YEARS I LIVED IN A BLOOD RED HOUSE WHERE MANNEQUINS TOOK STRANGE POSES, AND OUT IN FRONT OF MY BLOOD RED HOUSE WERE THE BLOODIER RED ROSES. SO CRUSH THE ROSES, AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY. CRUSH THE ROSES, BEFORE THE ROSES OF MY MIND DECAY. IN PAST TIMES I LOVED ALL LIFE, THE MANNEQUINS WERE LOVERS IN THE PARK. I TRULY SAW GOOD IN MY LIFE, NOW I’M ONLY AFRAID OF THE DARK. CHAMPAGNE, CAVIAR, TRULY FESTIVE ARTWORK, MANNEQUINS HOLDING THEIR GLASSES HIGH. I’VE CUT AND BURNED THE ARTWORK, ITS BEAUTY DESERVED TO DIE. SO CRUSH THE ROSES, AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY. CRUSH THE ROSES BEFORE THE HEART’S BLOOD IS SPILLED TODAY. I’VE BUILT A SILKEN ROOM IN MY BLOOD RED HOUSE WHERE MANNEQUINS STAND ARM IN ARM, AND IN FRONT OF MY BLOOD RED HOUSE I PROTECT MY BELOVED ROSES FROM HARM. I’VE WALKED IN PLACES OF GRANDUER AND HOLINESS, WHERE MANNEQUINS LOOK ON IN AWE. PLACES WHERE I AM FORCED TO QUESTION MY WORTH AND HOLINESS, AND IN MY ROSES I RELIVE WHAT I SAW. SO CRUSH THE ROSES, AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY. CRUSH THE ROSES, TO KEEP THE DARK THOUGHTS AT BAY. PROPHETS, POLITICIANS, PARANOIA, THE PUTCH, THE MANNEQUINS WITH FRIGHTENED FACES. IN MY VIOLENT YOUTH I SPARKED THE PUTCH, AND IN MY ROSES I STILL SEE THE TRACES. AS MY WHITE WOODEN CROSS WAS RISEN, “FLORES, FLORES PARA LOS MUERTOS.” THE MANNEQUINS SAID. MY UNDERSTANDING OF MY RETURN WAS RISEN, AND MY LOVELY RED ROSES BLED. SO CRUSH THE ROSES, AND BRUSH THOSE VELVET TEARS AWAY. CRUSH THE ROSES, AND WATCH, AS THE SPIRIT DEVELOPS AND THE BODY DOES DECAY.
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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THANKSGIVING
I’m thankful for the beautiful lady, who agreed to be my wife, For all the things she does that make this a wonderful life. I’m thankful for the paths I’ve traveled and those that lie ahead, For the glimpses of my boy, sleeping in his bed. I’m thankful for all I’ve done and all I’ve yet to do, For my wife, our love and the wonder of how it grew. I’m thankful for this joyous day and all of nature’s ways, For Sunday mornings under covers and her special gaze. I’m thankful for my family and all of our dear friends, For the all the happy moments and even the bitter ends. I’m thankful for the road less traveled and the well-worn path, For all my mistakes and my goofs and even all my gaffs. I’m thankful for our freedom and our liberty, For all of life’s silliness, and death’s dignity. I’m thankful for the miracle of love and the miracle of birth, For all the anger and the strife, but especially the mirth. I’m thankful for pandemonium and serenity, For wisdom, for foolishness and divinity. I’m thankful for my laziness and when I have been driven, For all the very special moments that I have been given. I’m thankful for each moment I’ve spent with each of you, For all the love you’ve given and everything you do. I’m thankful for all the words I’ve said and everything I’ve done, I may not be proud of them all, but least I’ve had some fun. I’m thankful for when I am the lion and when I am the lamb, I’m thankful for all these things; they make me who I am.
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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My nephew asked me today why people lie. Oh, from the mouths of babes. After he left, I sat down and this came out.
Lies. Insidious, dangerous, contagious But oh so useful. Do you lie? Of course you do as do I. Why? Ease, comfort, vanity. The list can go On. Lies. Little whites, Whoppers, Simple B.S. Why? Expediency, Simplification, Indoctrination. Lies Every now and again Every day Whenever, Wherever Why? Simply because We are human.
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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Haven't posted in a while, but here is a new one, hope you enjoy.
OCEAN BIRDS THE OLD MAN WOKE EACH MORNING TO THE CALLS OF THE OCEAN BIRDS. HE’D SMILE BRIEFLY, PONDERING ON HIS LIFE AND THAT OF THE BIRDS, THEN PULL HIMSELF UP AND PREPARE TO GO TO SEA HIS BOAT WAS NOT AS GRAND AS MANY OF THE OTHER FISHERMEN, BUT HE HAD LED A GOOD LIFE AND HIS WAS BY NO MEANS THE WORST ON THE DOCK. IT WAS SMALL, BUILT FOR TWO AND PERHAPS A PASSENGER, BUT HE LOVED HER, THE OLD “BOURBON QUEEN”. PETE WAS HIS HELPER A KIND YOUNG MAN OF THIRTY, WHO IN HIS OWN WAY LOVED THE MAN. THEY WORKED TOGETHER DAY IN AND DAY OUT ALMOST EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR AND FOR SEVEN YEARS RUNNING. THAT DAY THEY SET OUT AND THE OLD MAN FELT TIRED, BUT HAPPY ALL IN ALL. HE KEPT WONDERING ALL DAY ABOUT THE BIRDS AND THEIR FREEDOM AND HE LONGED TO HAVE IT. PETE WAS NOT WELL, AND THE OLD MAN COULD SEE, SO HE DID MOST OF THE WORK. HE HID HIS WEARINESS WELL, AND CAME TO LIFE WHEN HE SPOTTED A GRAND FISH THAT COULD FEED HE AND PETE FOR WEEKS. HE LOOKED TO PETE WHO ON A GOOD DAY WOULD HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH SUCH A CATCH, BUT TODAY HE WAS TOO ILL. HE WAS VERY ILL, AND THAT THE OLD MAN COULD TELL. SO HE CAST OUT A LINE WITH HIS BEST OF BAITS AND HE WAITED, AND WAITED, AND WAITED, AND THEN IT SNARED! THE FISH WAS SURELY GRAND FOR THE FIGHT IT PUT UP; IT WAS THE STRUGGLE OF A LIFETIME FOR THE OLD MAN, WHO GREW MORE TIRED AND WHO CONTINUED TO PONDER THE BIRDS INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING THE FISH. THE OLD MAN WORKED HARD, BUT HE KNEW IT WAS A LOOSING BATTLE, AND HE DID NOT CARE. HE CUT THE LINE AND LAY BACK NEXT TO PETE. “PETE MY BOY, THIS WORLD IS NOW YOURS, WORK HARD, LIVE CLEAN AND YOU’LL BE HAPPY.” THEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES AND LEARNED THE FREEDOM OF THE OCEAN BIRDS.
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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Here's another.
A Key to Freedom Erratic thoughts Invade my mind Reality enters one ear Exits the other Time no longer exists Light and dark are shade Sun and Moon merge Day and night fade away A solemn silence Overtakes me The void is filled With imagination I crest above all else In the purity Of eyes to thought For beyond here and now I go To whenever or wherever it be With he, she, it or them I am amazed, saddened even joyful Onward I go My mind is muddled My eyes are sore Too long I have been at this I rub my eyes Shut off the light Think back on all I’ve done and seen With a faint sigh I close my book And head to the bedroom door
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
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Location: phoenix
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I like your stuff mml. You seem to see a clear connection between nature and mankind in both Serenity and Ocean birds.
I also really loved Thanksgiving. It almost sounds like it should be on a plaque in my kitchen. Thanks P.S. I hope that last comment doesn't offend you, I meant it as a compliment. |
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Adrift
Location: Wandering in the Desert of Life
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Thanks saffron. It is always nice when someone likes what you wrote. I really see everything as interconnected and I don't take offense to your comment. In fact, I wrote that last Thanksgiving to say at Thanksgiving dinner and my wife made a copy and had it framed and it is up in our house. (It drives me nuts, but she refuses to take it down.)
Also thanks for posting, because it reminded me that I had not been on the Lit thread in a while.
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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams |
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Your cries and screams stay with me,
As if demanding some retribution fee. ___________________________________ There are times of courage but they’re only on loan. _____________________________ It is blind minds that make the world go round, Why is it that I listen to their sound? _______________________________________ THEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES AND LEARNED THE FREEDOM OF THE OCEAN BIRDS. __________________________________ Nice stuff. I really liked the lines above. The one about times of courage reminds me of when my mom was going through chemotherapy, it really hit the mark. And I hope that we all get to lean back and learn the freedom of birds. Thanks and keep writing. |
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