A part of me I left that day
On the midnight train
That moment replays constantly, making me say
“Oh why did I drink all that booze”
and I still look regretfully at that stain
Leaving me with nothing but pain
In my cerebral cortex (my brain)
Thats enough of that rhyme.
Onward weary traveller
Over track, mountain path and river
My light will be on always
Is it just form that makes art?
In my heart its not
Amass an expanding wealth
At the cost of worth
This one comes from my general mood about my work. I enjoy my work, at least at a social level, but find that too much of my time goes into working/recovering from work that I lose the valuable time I should be writing… or reflecting.
Cheers for visiting my page!
I sit, relax and release
The circle of life
Upon this path I stand conflicted
Behind a pain too great, ahead a stray hope
Each step a journey
seen with a weather stained telescope.
Laden with burdens taken willingly
Begrudgingly I remember how I couldnt cope
Adding more weight to my shoulder
Back arched, yet I trudge higher up this slope.
A dawn rises and I feel priviledged
There was a time my only course, a rope
So every day away from the gurney
Is a day I shall not mope.
Even if every step was not taken merrily
Each new day breathes imagery like a kaleidoscope
and another chance to grow ever older
Makes this grand journey worth its wide scope.
Butterfly off the shelves
Caterpillar and plywoods
Bees s’ants and crickets
Food from the beginning of the circle
Which is also the end
an endless butterfly spreads its wings
Lands on toast
Crumbs falling in a glass
A timeless hunger
A spicey mood
Tempted by cumin forth
Chilli I am, a sweater in need.