Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured.
A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive!
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive.
We point the boat where we want to go.
And the wind shoves us aside some days.
Or the waters churn with chum and we’re surrounded…
Or the boat springs a leak we must patch
Quick! with whatever’s on hand.
So what?
We paddle our boat together.
We point it where we want to go.
They tell you what you want to hear
Or what they know will make you fear
Or they show you what is trending
Or dictate it so in the ending
You give your time to what doesn't matter
Your senses they know how to flatter
Drawn to sensation the latest chatter
Presented on a silver platter
Not knowing this is by design
Not only want to steal your time
......
The changing of happiness to a deepened sorrow...
Living today as if there’s no more tomorrow...
Offering reflections of my deep depression...
Being a parent as a mere concession... but I’ll endure...
The daily phone calls and letters that never arrive...
As if my children no longer feel that I’m still alive...
Did I abandon them as I constantly blame myself... am I at fault...
Take me back in my thoughts
......
the days bleed and blur
meaningless, merciless, timeless
glazed eyes staring and fingers twitching
on a pen, twisted and morphed
like it will never hold anything else again
hot tears fall on a cold grave
taunting, tempting, confusing
holding a heart strangled dead, just another
carcass throwing up rainbows
......
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured.
A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive!
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive.
A profusion of great heat
Rose up and oppressed my mind.
So few were signs of retreat
It stifled an alarm seldom heard.
Philosophy says the mind
And body are two different entities
And it’s not meant with scorn
But Invincibility disagrees.
We point the boat where we want to go.
And the wind shoves us aside some days.
Or the waters churn with chum and we’re surrounded…
Or the boat springs a leak we must patch
Quick! with whatever’s on hand.
So what?
We paddle our boat together.
We point it where we want to go.
Do not give up
Though you feel down
Do not let go but stand your ground.
Hold on tight, maintain your grip
Claw at hope, with each fingertip.
Do not give up
Though you feel weak
Emotions will play hide-and-seek
The well of life may have a leak
......
the days bleed and blur
meaningless, merciless, timeless
glazed eyes staring and fingers twitching
on a pen, twisted and morphed
like it will never hold anything else again
hot tears fall on a cold grave
taunting, tempting, confusing
holding a heart strangled dead, just another
carcass throwing up rainbows
......