Monthly Archives: January 2015

Chain Letters

I never pass on chain mail.

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Day Off

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I’m tired of fighting and rationalizing
Of thinking things through, modesty, restraint
Doing the right things to do
Bring forth the screaming laughter and wild abandon
The living for love and every distraction
Running barefoot and fucking all day
The pulling, pushing, biting, play fighting
Drinking, singing and running away
I need a day off
And today is the day

Reminder

When it comes, it comes suddenly and violently. Its not uncommon or rare and people all over the world suffer it but its unlike any other pain I’ve felt. After 6 hours of struggling through an attack I’m exhausted and wake up the next morning feeling as though a truck has hit me. Every bit of me aching, physically depleted.

My brain a morphine fogged mush.

This kind of pain and fear reminds you that life is short, that at 40+ half of your life is already behind you. That the only real losses are the loss of the people you love, of health, of peace. Of feelings never felt, goals never attempted and love never expressed or experienced.

It reminds you to run towards the light, to live joy and reach up. To share love, be tactile. And to have a plan, make things happen.

Before its too late

Alone at sea

a dark

When all is quiet and the breath falls heavy and high
As the air slowly thickens in the corners of the room
Shadows long and dark loom, sentinels over my fixed lines
The blank canvas above swirls with imaginary ebbs and flow
As silence gives way to the flutter in my ear
While the edges trace the cupids bow
Adrift, as I am, on a sea of Egyptian cotton
Residue of past coupling whisping up into the air
Anchorless, floating on a tide of longing
Little whispers of sighs lost in solitude
Unheard by the shipmate of a life

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The Death of Love; possibly Part II

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Almost 20 years
He rebounds off my circumstance
And I off his
Now just he and I
No more recoil
Nor convenient excuse
Here we are
All or nothing
Do or die
Our friendship crystallised
Emerges as butterfly
Or corpse

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