out with the…

…In with the not so…

It’s 3:26 am and I can’t sleep. I’m in a rather strange state of mind…somewhere between confusion, and solace…bordering on anger. Whatever the mood that encompasses my body it has me here…again.

….

Funny, I randomly wake up in the middle of the night…can’t get back to sleep…and…I grab the computer?

Lame.

Why not a book?

Vulture of an online world, it’s debilitating to our 3-dimenional existence.

But…

Only if you let it.

Today I decided no matter the freedoms, superhuman, international platform of a mindfuck this pixelated world allows me to have…I would not abuse them.

For all good things can sting if we let them get close enough…

Hmmm…

Apparently my brain thinks it’s the net Socrates.

It’s working overtime on behalf of my other organs…

They suddenly hightailed it out of the office without any notice.

My heart man…it left me the strangest note…it said, “when people tell you they’re not very nice…listen.”

Ahhh well…see, somebody forgot to inform mr. heart, senior vp of taschka enterprises, know-it-all, wannabe yoda…to SPEAK LOUDER.

Oh well…I have no idea where he went…but good ol buddy ol pal, monsieur, brain and I…we got this.

4 responses to “out with the…

  1. “Watch out for power,
    for its avalanche can bury you,
    snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

    Watch out for hate,
    it can open its mouth and you’ll fling yourself out
    to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

    Watch out for friends,
    because when you betray them,
    as you will,
    they will bury their heads in the toilet
    and flush themselves away.

    Watch out for intellect,
    because it knows so much it knows nothing
    and leaves you hanging upside down,
    mouthing knowledge as your heart
    falls out of your mouth.

    Watch out for games, the actor’s part,
    the speech planned, known, given,
    for they will give you away
    and you will stand like a naked little boy,
    pissing on your own child-bed.

    Watch out for love
    (unless it is true,
    and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
    it will wrap you up like a mummy,
    and your scream won’t be heard
    and none of your running will end.

    Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
    It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
    give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
    give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
    your tears to the land. To love another is something
    like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
    into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

    Special person,
    if I were you I’d pay no attention
    to admonitions from me,
    made somewhat out of your words
    and somewhat out of mine.
    A collaboration.
    I do not believe a word I have said,
    except some, except I think of you like a young tree
    with pasted-on leaves and know you’ll root
    and the real green thing will come.

    Let go. Let go.
    Oh special person,
    possible leaves,
    this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
    but wants to break crystal glasses
    in celebration,
    for you,
    when the dark crust is thrown off
    and you float all around
    like a happened balloon.”

    … my favorite “love” poem 🙂

    • …and I can certainly see why it’s you’re favorite. I appreciate you sharing it….

      I especially liked:

      “unless it is true,
      and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
      it will wrap you up like a mummy,
      and your scream won’t be heard”

      and then I LOVED:

      “To love another is something
      like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
      into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.”

      Goooood stuff…….thank you. :))))

  2. You are a special woman. I envy your lovers.

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