Oct 2013
People walk. they drive, talk is cheap
like some Red Wine by the gallon my dad bought, often
he was not a nice man to most, what they could not change, they overlooked.
Overnight when the sun rises things,
will have changed as much as they stay the, same,
it will rain somewhere, and as many tear drops will fall from eyes of those with
broken hearts, and those eyes if you looked in them, you would never forget, ever.
Ever sit there on the dewy grass at night or in some Adirondack,
chair, actually in the Adirondacks, and just want to shrink and be small
enough to disappear and travel at the speed of light, with out getting
tangled, under the stars, in string theory.
Totally impossible you think and that may be where all of our problems start, we dwell on the
impossible when the possible is one small step away from you until you get so
close, the impossible becomes I'm possible, I'm possible, repeat and repeat.
Riches, little can be so varied, there are some common ones, money, jewelry, stock portfolio,
there are so many tangible and all most intangible, love, joy, goodness, kindness,
gratitude, notice no mention of war, violence, death enough of that out there, they
are devalued right now, yes, yes they are yes.
Y*ou are the best advocate of change I ever met, start with a *small, stay close to your heart and close to home, write poetry, take care of yourself and when you find the ONE, take care of each other, there is power in right relationships, now if you have found the ONE, teach your children too, end your day with a laugh and smile, but be alone as little as you need to, teach peace.
like some Red Wine by the gallon my dad bought, often
he was not a nice man to most, what they could not change, they overlooked.
Overnight when the sun rises things,
will have changed as much as they stay the, same,
it will rain somewhere, and as many tear drops will fall from eyes of those with
broken hearts, and those eyes if you looked in them, you would never forget, ever.
Ever sit there on the dewy grass at night or in some Adirondack,
chair, actually in the Adirondacks, and just want to shrink and be small
enough to disappear and travel at the speed of light, with out getting
tangled, under the stars, in string theory.
Totally impossible you think and that may be where all of our problems start, we dwell on the
impossible when the possible is one small step away from you until you get so
close, the impossible becomes I'm possible, I'm possible, repeat and repeat.
Riches, little can be so varied, there are some common ones, money, jewelry, stock portfolio,
there are so many tangible and all most intangible, love, joy, goodness, kindness,
gratitude, notice no mention of war, violence, death enough of that out there, they
are devalued right now, yes, yes they are yes.
Y*ou are the best advocate of change I ever met, start with a *small, stay close to your heart and close to home, write poetry, take care of yourself and when you find the ONE, take care of each other, there is power in right relationships, now if you have found the ONE, teach your children too, end your day with a laugh and smile, but be alone as little as you need to, teach peace.
Have had a rough year,
or two would rather cry
mop up tears
with a sponge type words
that peel the skin off,
go ahead scoff,
that put my memories
permanently visible,
edible,
lacking the confidence
I once had, soldier
trained, now drained,
struggle with
physical tough stuff,
but I go and I go,
mental stuff,
never felt so stupid
in all my days,
then,
then,
I get a call,
speaker is
sick and a Forum has
to change
the program,
and they want to use
POETRY
with
depression
and stigma,
and include
one of mine, read on hellopoetry,
the tears fall with
happy smiles on each
all the while I doubt every
key stroke, cursive line,
illegible, and like dsythymic me
the words and letters, don't look right.
But that call, even if what
I wrote helps just one to
get beyond, whatever...
places they have been
and are unable to go
there when they least
are ready, remember. like an eddy,
"I know someone who" needed
to get a random phone call,
and say "yes please use what
I wrote as that is why I wrote it"
I guess I am treading on that
slippery ***** called arrogance,
but my heart still beats and my
hat still fits and I look in the
mirror and say, "time for bed"
peace pax shalom paix
©DWE102013
or two would rather cry
mop up tears
with a sponge type words
that peel the skin off,
go ahead scoff,
that put my memories
permanently visible,
edible,
lacking the confidence
I once had, soldier
trained, now drained,
struggle with
physical tough stuff,
but I go and I go,
mental stuff,
never felt so stupid
in all my days,
then,
then,
I get a call,
speaker is
sick and a Forum has
to change
the program,
and they want to use
POETRY
with
depression
and stigma,
and include
one of mine, read on hellopoetry,
the tears fall with
happy smiles on each
all the while I doubt every
key stroke, cursive line,
illegible, and like dsythymic me
the words and letters, don't look right.
But that call, even if what
I wrote helps just one to
get beyond, whatever...
places they have been
and are unable to go
there when they least
are ready, remember. like an eddy,
"I know someone who" needed
to get a random phone call,
and say "yes please use what
I wrote as that is why I wrote it"
I guess I am treading on that
slippery ***** called arrogance,
but my heart still beats and my
hat still fits and I look in the
mirror and say, "time for bed"
peace pax shalom paix
©DWE102013
