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Running On Empty
“Work hard for what you want because it won’t come to you without a fight. You have to be strong and courageous and know that you can do anything you put your mind to. If somebody puts you down or criticizes you, just keep on believing in yourself and turn it into something positive.” – Leah LaBelle
Days pass and years go by, then I realize, I’m getting older. This isn’t a brilliant discovery but as I age, the days seem to whisper louder about my mortality and the lack of energy to do what I normally could do is most evident. If I can sense physical fatigue, what about mental fatigue? I struggle with severe mental issues (peruse my blog and you’ll see it plainly) which result in the weird trait of arguing with people who aren’t there. Not arguing with a vision, but rehearsing in my mind what was said and what I should or shouldn’t have said. I spend an hour or so cussing people out and yelling at them when they have long left the building. In the same way, I’ll rehearse an embarrassing or shameful moment over and over in my head years after the fact. These all drain away mental and emotional energy, the ability to take of the here and now. There is a finite amount of emotion and mental convolutions that I’m able to bear. After my resources are exhausted, depression rushes in to fill the void. An apathy and usually a self destructive habit looms in the setting sun of my mind and pulls me out of the thoughts and into another hellish position.
The answer? I stop when I find myself talking to someone who isn’t there, or for that matter, who doesn’t care what I think. I stop thinking about the embarrassing moments and faux pas that crowd my mind. Then I take my antidote and think about the something that doesn’t drain me, but encourages and fills me with hope, things that are wise and spiritual. Not necessarily all holy and Jesus things, but mainly wisdom and advice I’ve gleaned from searching for escapes from the insane asylum in my head. For instance, there are places and I’ll paraphrase, in the bible where God has said, “don’t be afraid of their faces or what they say, and I’ll be with you.” Instead of thinking about an insult said to me, or about how I really screwed up this or that, I think about how my Big Daddy (my affectionate term for God) is going to help me through this and give me a decent life. That’s how I’m learning to walk instead of crawl out of anguish. Peace my friends, it’ll work out for you, don’t stop trying, don’t stop believing.
Missing – It lives in me
For you, to come, to me”
Beware
I’m a dog barking in the night
at things you don’t know are there
A moon shining in the day
on the horizon but so vague
I’m tired of people and the way
along the natural pave
So I sit in the dark
just me and my dog’s bark
Think I’ve lost my nerve
’cause at every noise I stir
Welcome to my nightmare
now it’s you I’ve got to beware
Albatross
“There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy.” – Jean Anouilh
your leaving me there,
Floating on my ocean dream.
Feet run to your kiss, I say farewell to bliss,
Crashing along the windy cliff.
Eyes transfixed on your stare,
of you I must beware,
Chasing me on the rocky edge.
Mind searching for a hint,
your affection leaves no imprint,
Leaping off to fall free.
An albatross on a long flight,
a blind journey with no insight,
Asking “Where will I land?”
Also published in Wingposse, June 2012
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Imperfect
“I realize the imperfections in this composition, and I left it so because we’re all imperfect and need to accept the message of who we are and not what they say we are.”
I wish I were clay
then I could change myself
everyday
Today I should be this and
tomorrow I should be that
and for the moment
society says I’m fat
But not so long ago and
in other royal cultures so
this was a good to go
But merely because times
have changed and lenses
have different colors
I’m resigned to serving
like slaves in chains
I’ll be your skinny mistress
I am whatever you say I am (Eminem)
and that, by the whims of
a psychotic society
And even in writing if I forget
to dot an I or a comma I relent
of that you’ll never forget
I’ll be forever judged and that
it’s a fact of this life
YOU WILL NEVER BE ACCEPTED
Except by those who understand
that hats turned back and
hats turned to the side
are all a part
of the same ride
Darling
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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A Death Called Dove
― Meredith Taylor
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Walking in silence ’cause your wings are maimed
Do Unto Others
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Relationships are a struggle. I’m dating someone who has money, a career, and a future, and that’s important to a relationship. However, the another woman excites me physically, sex is amazing; and yet with another, I find that I’m in “love”, the feelings are hot and deep. All three things are necessary in a relationship: money, sex, and love, why can’t I have all three? Recalling the parable that says “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?” (Matthew 7:3), a flash of understanding enlightened my disillusionment. To obey this lesson, I take the measure I expect of my mate and use it to judge myself. How do I rate in these three areas? By disciplining myself and excelling in each of these categories, I’ll draw a mate who is doing likewise. Like building a bird house to attract a certain species, my example will likely attract mates doing the same. Practicing this wisdom, I laid down my magnifying glass I used to criticize my potential suitors and I looked in the mirror at the inequities in my life. By addressing my issues, I hope to one day meet another who’s doing likewise or perhaps to see clearer, that the one close to me, may already be the perfect match.
Hooked
– Theodore Dreiser
The following is a poem from an exceptionally talented new friend, Arne Tornek. Enjoy.
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