Bitter sweet giving grain for those that seek.
Harvested and made complete by those never to meet.
Names we may never know beyond the label and promise.
A story told through few words, only a common love.
Amber, golden lace of froth that offers sweet libation.
A composition complex but stellar in its soothing of the mind.
Cares intensified for all that balance on this beam.
The Righteous cry, dullards gasp all the while partakers rejoice!
Beer.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Krispy Kreme
"I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?"
Homer Simpson.
Another year for the record books. 2011 saw me grow further from religion and all the while closer to God. This year was all about letting go and accepting myself. Corey went off to college and Taylor grew more into a young woman. Tina went back to work at the deli. We enjoyed a vacation at Myrtle Beach and we were blessed with a nice Christmas. There was more than that in between but those were the highlights.
I don't have any New Year's resolutions for 2012. I'm not so good with resolutions, so I'll just roll with it. This year is all about just being me and cutting myself ever more slack. Exercise when I like, drink beer when I want, enjoy good food, watch lots of movies, take some walks, find time to spend with the family.
Stay alive until 55....is my motto. 7 more year's and I'm packing it in if I live that long. I'm hatching my Shawshank Redemption escape as we speak. Rock hammer in hand and I'm chipping away. Zihuatanejo here I come!
Homer Simpson.
Another year for the record books. 2011 saw me grow further from religion and all the while closer to God. This year was all about letting go and accepting myself. Corey went off to college and Taylor grew more into a young woman. Tina went back to work at the deli. We enjoyed a vacation at Myrtle Beach and we were blessed with a nice Christmas. There was more than that in between but those were the highlights.
I don't have any New Year's resolutions for 2012. I'm not so good with resolutions, so I'll just roll with it. This year is all about just being me and cutting myself ever more slack. Exercise when I like, drink beer when I want, enjoy good food, watch lots of movies, take some walks, find time to spend with the family.
Stay alive until 55....is my motto. 7 more year's and I'm packing it in if I live that long. I'm hatching my Shawshank Redemption escape as we speak. Rock hammer in hand and I'm chipping away. Zihuatanejo here I come!
Havoc
Profound fear, cutting so deep, just a child.
Culmination of experience, no answers through questioning.
Sadistic in its depth of pain, manic in its erratic lack of compassion.
Ignorant to truth, stalwart towards the singular all encompassing belief.
Caught in the middle, trapped for all to see, for pain to adhere.
Never to seek help, too late for change, now only to cope.
Unknowingly desperate to pass on the legacy, blind passion imposes its will.
Confused, angered, stubborn, childish in the failure to force its way.
Only to be pitied, ignored, self absorbed, hated,
Longing and unable to be loved, too late to know.
This speaks to the cycle of abuse.
Culmination of experience, no answers through questioning.
Sadistic in its depth of pain, manic in its erratic lack of compassion.
Ignorant to truth, stalwart towards the singular all encompassing belief.
Caught in the middle, trapped for all to see, for pain to adhere.
Never to seek help, too late for change, now only to cope.
Unknowingly desperate to pass on the legacy, blind passion imposes its will.
Confused, angered, stubborn, childish in the failure to force its way.
Only to be pitied, ignored, self absorbed, hated,
Longing and unable to be loved, too late to know.
This speaks to the cycle of abuse.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Vortex
Hurling through space and time at speeds unimaginable,
Our shell buffets violently with the forces of all that comes.
Inside the calm yearns to remain and hold its place,
Tenuous, fragile almost impossible to exist.
Physical laws show us unwavering truths but we resist,
Our condition only abides by emotion, logic is easily lost.
Fear, freedom from pain is at our core the only motive,
Why does our God hard wire such lunacy?
Fragile, so fragile just waiting for rejection or loss of control,
Burst into pain, lose our balance, cry for relief, cry for shelter.
These thoughts came to me as I watched a jet plane cut across the sky. I imagined how calm those inside were and how violent the outside must be. Fragile calm sheltered from the wind, coldness and buffeting, but for a thin shell. A medifore for our very lives.
Our shell buffets violently with the forces of all that comes.
Inside the calm yearns to remain and hold its place,
Tenuous, fragile almost impossible to exist.
Physical laws show us unwavering truths but we resist,
Our condition only abides by emotion, logic is easily lost.
Fear, freedom from pain is at our core the only motive,
Why does our God hard wire such lunacy?
Fragile, so fragile just waiting for rejection or loss of control,
Burst into pain, lose our balance, cry for relief, cry for shelter.
These thoughts came to me as I watched a jet plane cut across the sky. I imagined how calm those inside were and how violent the outside must be. Fragile calm sheltered from the wind, coldness and buffeting, but for a thin shell. A medifore for our very lives.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Tempest
A promise of time, an implied gift of forever,
Moments of existence yearning for hope.
Given to a world that consumes all being,
Emotion, material, spirit demanding its place.
Lucky those that move through time unimpeded,
Casting free of reality, knowing Truth.
The war within to claim a place,
The battle outward to hold steady.
Childish lies told to not reveal but love rebels,
A lance piercing hearts with steely candor.
A God pleased with mind free, its peace given.
This speaks to how we think our lives will last forever. That there is always more time and we squander it with foolish fears and acts aimed at the past and future. The lucky few that can live a life that's in the present and don't seem to collect any barnacles along the way. They leave this earth at peace and fullfilled.
Moments of existence yearning for hope.
Given to a world that consumes all being,
Emotion, material, spirit demanding its place.
Lucky those that move through time unimpeded,
Casting free of reality, knowing Truth.
The war within to claim a place,
The battle outward to hold steady.
Childish lies told to not reveal but love rebels,
A lance piercing hearts with steely candor.
A God pleased with mind free, its peace given.
This speaks to how we think our lives will last forever. That there is always more time and we squander it with foolish fears and acts aimed at the past and future. The lucky few that can live a life that's in the present and don't seem to collect any barnacles along the way. They leave this earth at peace and fullfilled.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Revelation
The ever present giving, asking our understanding,
That which presses us, all that awakens us.
Making sense of ourselves in hope abounds,
Alone yet enveloped by the awakening.
Mystified we endure, existing for the moment,
Blessed by ignorance, cursed by questioning.
Know there is no past, next, only now.
Abide by the current, embrace its singularity.
The affront to all that is, to know without conscience,
Give not to interpretation, know without knowing.
This my first poem speaks to how confusing our existence can be. How we dwell on the past and yearn for the future all the while ignoring the present. Not letting our view of life taint it but to live in the moment.
That which presses us, all that awakens us.
Making sense of ourselves in hope abounds,
Alone yet enveloped by the awakening.
Mystified we endure, existing for the moment,
Blessed by ignorance, cursed by questioning.
Know there is no past, next, only now.
Abide by the current, embrace its singularity.
The affront to all that is, to know without conscience,
Give not to interpretation, know without knowing.
This my first poem speaks to how confusing our existence can be. How we dwell on the past and yearn for the future all the while ignoring the present. Not letting our view of life taint it but to live in the moment.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Shiver Me Timbers
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
Winter blues a condition many seem to suffer. Couple that with the pressure of the holidays, family events, financial pressures from gift giving, you get an overwhelming sense of angst. Some years are worse than others. Why? Cold, snow and ice rather than sun with milder temperatures further into the winter? Maybe.
The hullabaloo that is christmas (note the small 'c'), nothing to do with the Judeo Christian Christ man-child. Better yet let's call it Kristmas with a capital 'K' for all its un-Christ like, consumeristic hoopla. Not to mention and for the sake of those less Christian, that we've stripped Christmas of all it's Christ for something akin to pagan festival replete with all the tinsel. Festivus! However, let's be fair in as much that it isn't about Christians as it is about Christians. Why can't their holiday be morphed into something for everyone? Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, and even atheists. Festivus! But seriously folks, Christ Jesus would want nothing less than for all of us to enjoy his birthday and make it what we will as long as it is done in a spirit of love.
The human condition. Now that's a mind full of thought that I don't even care to ponder. Let's just say for the sake of brevity that it is equal parts sin mixed with hierarchy of needs and a heaping helping of Western societal influence thrown in for good measure. Take that concoction along with hundreds of people, your local Walmart and let the reindeer games begin!
Let's give ourselves a break though. For all the reasons I mentioned, we're simply human. With that comes the struggle for life both emotional and physical. Out of that struggle can come great joy.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
Winter blues a condition many seem to suffer. Couple that with the pressure of the holidays, family events, financial pressures from gift giving, you get an overwhelming sense of angst. Some years are worse than others. Why? Cold, snow and ice rather than sun with milder temperatures further into the winter? Maybe.
The hullabaloo that is christmas (note the small 'c'), nothing to do with the Judeo Christian Christ man-child. Better yet let's call it Kristmas with a capital 'K' for all its un-Christ like, consumeristic hoopla. Not to mention and for the sake of those less Christian, that we've stripped Christmas of all it's Christ for something akin to pagan festival replete with all the tinsel. Festivus! However, let's be fair in as much that it isn't about Christians as it is about Christians. Why can't their holiday be morphed into something for everyone? Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, and even atheists. Festivus! But seriously folks, Christ Jesus would want nothing less than for all of us to enjoy his birthday and make it what we will as long as it is done in a spirit of love.
The human condition. Now that's a mind full of thought that I don't even care to ponder. Let's just say for the sake of brevity that it is equal parts sin mixed with hierarchy of needs and a heaping helping of Western societal influence thrown in for good measure. Take that concoction along with hundreds of people, your local Walmart and let the reindeer games begin!
Let's give ourselves a break though. For all the reasons I mentioned, we're simply human. With that comes the struggle for life both emotional and physical. Out of that struggle can come great joy.
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