Taking medication may be fastening together the seams that could split. Between SSRI, HRT, and caffeine the moments speed, fleeting before I secure my grip. What's the point of living as a zombie losing opportunity through barely there fingers? I can be sexy for you, I'm fond of pleading on my knees, tongue over my teeth, waiting patiently for my mouthful -- but what's point? What would it solve to introduce a controlled study meltdown? Well, I see the seasons coming at first light. Spring and Fall pull balance apart. So pull apart, because these meds don't help when my mind conspires without me, but with the world. Leave me alone. I'm caught gazing at the canvas in the white on walls. If it appears I'm choking, I am. I choke myself to gasping near to death as a means to depart from my leaden regret. Do I grow wings? No. Do I ascend? No. Do I myself then deify? No. It takes endlessly repeated little deaths to prevent permanent disintegration in passion's cruel flame.
All that I think is mine,
All that I think is me,
is a summation of what I've been told,
of what I've been instructed to see.
'Who am I' is not the question.
The crisis is not one of identity.
Don't be misled, my friends.
The real illusion is this 'me'.
There is nothing new inside there.
Just scribbled notes and summaries.
A bunch of borrowed opinions
And some stolen memories.
I know I can talk and share today.
I can scream to make some noise.
But I hope by the day I die,
I'll have somehow, found my voice.
We reach for Nirvana
As we Rage Against The Machine
While Smashing Pumpkins
at A Funeral For A Friend
We Supertramps & Pixies
We Kings of Convenience & Queens of The Stone Age
All you Radioheads & Motorheads
my Chemical Brothers & Shakespeare Sisters
All my kin in this Tribe Called Quest
that's you, Yes! you
The Prodigy of the Priestess
The Offspring of the one true Queen
our mother Earth, Wind & Fire
We must unite against The Darkness
Be the Joy Division in this System of A
Down-ward Spiral into Madness
Be the Primal Scream that fuels the Corrosion of conformity
and Them Crooked Vultures?
The Simple Minds... the ones who Sleep
They gather At The Drive In to see
Sir Lord Baltimore and his Eagles Of Death Metal battle
King Crimson's Foo Fighters & The Sisters Of Mercy
in the Velvet Underground of the House of Pain
... While Tom Waits ...
For no one
it is of the Soul and for the Soul
I wanted to honour some of the bands that have influenced
me over the course of my life
In every life
there comes a time
when even anguish
In every soul
there's a part
where even tears
make you laugh.
And despite all these
seemingly biological errors,
we thrive on the
Terrific vs Terror.
Perhaps we must learn to live above it all
Angry and Mad.
The frightening truth may be
there really is no such thing
and that what we see
is no more than imaginary.
And what do you think might happen,
if we let it all go.
Stopped making sense
and simply lived life,
How It Was Meant.
A warmth overcame the chill
in the softly lit room
It was as if, in a subtle and yet
breathless moment's pause ,
thoughts of love triumphed
The midnight oil flickered ;
shadows dancing teasingly
The playful flame drew life
near the drafty window sill ,
within the invisible current
its awakening ether sphere
The rocking chair breaks the silence
creaking to the unconformity
of the unsteady flash of light
bequeathed by the burning log's cinders
In the silence of the peaceful presence ,
one chunk of green heartwood sizzled
like a beckoning voice from another realm ,
sputtering out into the timbre's pace ;
into a wordless respite of hushed solace
Embers smoldering …
as if they were trapped
in an arresting instant
of purposeful awakening ;
striving to morph into
some unrealized reason for being
Just the serendipity of fate
in a human sense ...
In the right place
at the wrong time
seeking some benevolence of purpose ―
The glow of the fire’s luminosity,
tantalized the back-lit profile ,
painting it’s shadow a simple pendulum's
undulation on the opposite wall
A dark silhouette exhaled a deep sigh
with the throb of the dark night’s nuance
The chair’s bent oak runners groaned
while dove tailed oak joints squeaked
with an impatient restless tempo
An aura emanating a soothing ,
peaceful depth of reflection ;
expressions seldom understood
by those unwilling to look beyond
the seemingly nebulous colour
of dark light
Thoughts flash with the pulse a beating heart
Day dreams manifesting like cinema
on the four walls imprisoning loneliness
Life's reveries, a magnificent puzzle
even well into the long journey's epitaph ,
a reason to believe a moment's relevance
is more than randomness
dreaming good things can always happen ―
When you've looked for what seems missing ,
and never found it ,
ardently avowing ...
it does not mean it does not or can not exist
Still striving to foment faith
in the eternal dream of forever beginnings ...
Instead of finding your bliss
... let your bliss find you …
Time ain’t got no worries rolling out to sea
I could have kept my heart on hold forever
until there was nothing left of me" from: Its only water ― Gary Ogan
( Appeared In the Sr. Perspective Lindberg Edition March 2017)
Written by Ann M Johnson
Let us treasure today
We are not promised tomorrow
Let us seize the day: Carpe Diem
Let us dance like there is no tomorrow
Let us do things today instead of
putting it off until tomorrow
Let us cherish the moment
before it rushes away
Let us seize the day: Carpe Diem
Let us tell our family we love them
Let us call our friends and tell them too
Let us create some memories
and write them down
Let us not take things for granted
Let us not waste today
Let us seize the day: Carpe Diem
My friends, Carpe Diem
while walking along
on a sidewalk,
a sheet of ice,
at my side.
All I saw was
a path covered by love.
how much of a difference
a friend can make.
How even the iciest
and dangerous path
can be transformed into
in the park,
just by having a friend
to walk along with.
Bethany G. Blicq
Thank you for walking with me!
The clouds adrift
the ponding pathway
fallen, face down
amongst the sounds
Thunder on a mountain
far beneath the ground
The splashing rhythm
devoid of shape
Overcome by reality;
"oh how small
i am !"
it's as if
a single drop of rain
what it will be
on your own
in the crowded
hear the whispers
the other raindrops
beheld far beyond
a beautiful day,
as i watch
a vast ocean’s tide
cryin’ out in vain
smallest broken silence
drownin' in the rain
h rivers ... March 2017
"everything will be all right if you just let it go"
The reins wet and slippery
the road long and hard
holding on so dearly
a changing of the guard
Never giving up
and not ever giving in
holding all the keys
to the places that we've been
Fights that we fought
battles and wars gone awry
best we can hope for
is to live and not to die
Hope is full of futures and dreams
not small, but larger parts
the young, have this in spades
the old, have it, in hearts