The large cup on its matching saucer,
Its white emptiness expectant,
Desiring to be filled,
To accomplish what it was made for.
Bitter to the taste,
An offering for the one it served.
It was set aside, again.
Only its whiteness remained,
Longing again to be filled.
The word was spoken
In pain the words uttered
Fueled by anger
The bow let and it flew.
Target found embedded
What was once was is now no more
Chasm deep where once there was none
Only mercy the cure.
One thing everyone has in common is memories, lots of them. Some events from the past are pleasant, others on the other hand can be horrible, and perhaps the majorities are a mixed bag. I find it interesting how at times a memory will suddenly float up from some dark chamber of my unconscious and present itself. I often have no idea why, perhaps there is no real reason, though I think otherwise. Even if I don’t always understand, which is a very common state for me to be in; I sti
It is hard at times to understand what makes others tick, so alien we can be to one another. So much alike, yet vast differences can lead to times when building bridges is almost impossible. Simple gestures, carefully chosen words, even smiles, can be interrupted in ways not dreamed of. I have had this experience a couple of times in my life when this has happened. There can be a great deal of frustration from both sides. The only road to peace is to simply accept the impasse, and ho
Walking the beach on a cloudy windy night,
Low dark clouds swirling above,
Moving fast in wave like motion
Almost in sync with the sea below.
Shoes soaked from the pungent salty tide,
Tuxedo in disarray
Torn and bloody……
Walking in shock not knowing where he is at,
Only the deep sorrow of what just transpired his reality.
A second is all it took,
Only wreckage and blood the aftermath,
Beloved dead the crash deadly
Only the deep darkness of shock presen
We pray together not apart,
Before God we are one,
“When I was hungry, you fed me”.
Judging others, it is ourselves we show contempt towards,
Trapped in a world of mirrors we cannot escape.
Separation is not possible,
The web that binds us is eternal unbreakable.
Those we hate is where Christ is found,
The undeserving those we should help,
Giving love without recompense is our path,
What should be striven for,
Failure a spur to keep on the way.
The heart weighed down,
With worries many,
Anxious about what is to come,
What is now,
Alas also what was.
From the depths of that same heart
Its gift given freely,
Only the moment is real,
All else falls away
At least for a time,
Yet is that not enough?
A taste of hopefully what is to come?
The nature of things
Sometimes when I arise early
The moon still high in the vault above me,
Only silence without,
Traffic hushed for a time until the rush begins,
Perhaps the wind gentle in its caress,
Or crickets calling forlornly out for a mate,
Is my company,
Non-intrusive, peaceful, in the music that they make.
As I sit in the quiet kitchen
My morning ritual before me,
Coffee mate and sugar,
Stirring slowly watching the steam rise before me,
Isolation can sometimes close in,
Like the smooth flowing of thick grey fog
Rising from the warm earth into the cool night air,
Blocking out the noise of speaking,
Becoming soft muttering barely understandable,
Comprehension nullified by simple absorption
The fog of inner preoccupation.
Words come in force,
Or perhaps something important,
It does not matter,
Often just appropriate sounds politely made
Giving the illusion of actua
What is truly sought
The human heart longs for one thing only,
Seeks that which will quench its inner thirst,
Often taking paths leading nowhere
Or perhaps destructive in their fruits,
In the search for what it truly desires,
If often misunderstood.
Our songs tell of its agony and ecstasy,
The pain deep that it brings,
Also joys beyond bearing,
Asking nothing less than everything.
Parents know of this jewel,
Also know the pain that it brings,
The child more treasured th
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I went to the airport yesterday to pick up the brother of a friend. Atlanta airport is probably the busiest in the world at this time and growing faster than the space being allowed. So in the summer you can only imagine how bad it can be, and just before a holiday only adds to the mess. Sometimes even the hourly parking lot is full in the summer months, but I was lucky, I was able to get in, though it did seem to be filling up.
The security was tight; there were police p
The dry air hot beyond bearing,
Microwave sun beating down on the earth,
Dry parched looking in despair for life giving rain
Patiently sets for what must come one day.
Dormant for the duration,
Trees struggling with tap roots digging deep,
Longing for wetness not felt for so long,
Some dying slowly their deep roots lifeless,
Forced to endure a long slow death,
Even if the rains come.
Thunder rolls across the dark sky,
Winds come with traces of moistu
Slowly consumed by his mind’s forgetfulness
He looks out in confusion trying to understand,
“What the hell is going on”,
At times screaming this for all to hear,
Raging at what is perceived as false imprisonment,
Swinging out in fear and anger,
Seeking for some kind of justice in a world gone crazy,
Which never comes,
In Kafka’s castle he wanders,
Lost in dark corridors pursued by those who imprison,
Reasons for never revealed
It is very simple really,
Something so common that no notice need be taken,
His life was ordinary like so many others,
From outward appearances at least,
Childhood, school, college, marriage, career,
Some tragedy mixed among it all.
It happened fast his demise,
A statistical number he became,
One of the ‘so many’ who die of a certain cause,
Which is unimportant,
He died that is all that is important.
He found himself waiting,
In a plac
The subject looked out upon the world,
Filling its life with objects like pieces on a chess board,
Striving to move them about for the inwardness’s benefit,
Not understanding how things could rebel,
Refusing to do it’s godlike will.
Seeking freedom from the objects around it
For the things did not do what the Id wanted,
Withdrawing off the board of life
Diving ever inward into to its own infinity,
Finding only it own poverty and nothingness
In the bottomless pit of its own de
The Sun shown brightly on the morning it happened,
So much like any other day,
Getting up going to work,
Taking everything as if it would last forever.
A small spark is it all it took.
Flames on dry grass and trees,
Exploded in a conflagration of destruction
The fire hungry to feed for its continued existence,
Racing through what was thought to be permanent,
Until only ash remained,
Some found their final resting place among the ruins.
Dust to d
The desert within seems to reach towards infinity,
Parched it longs for what will cause life to bloom,
Driven by thirst it wanders empty,
Longing to be filled with that which refreshes.
Paths hidden beneath the dunes,
Yet called forward,
Or pursued in its wandering,
The soul seeks without cease
Driven at times to madness by its thirst.
Oasis’s found that gives relief,
Coolness to take away desire,
Yet restless once again it is forced away
Not knowing the why of restlessne
Our inner lives are deep and mysterious
Seeking expression in ways often humiliating,
If allowed to fester in the dark regions
Stronger, maturing the more ignored,
Causing dis-ease with their impatience
To experience the light of day
Away from the infinite depths of the unconscious.
Pounding like infants seeking attention,
Ripping apart the world without
Reflecting the chaos within.
Mirrors faced with images unwanted
Others carry what is feared
More on William
Well we followed the Doctors instructions about William’s medicines, we cut back and for a while just gave him Ativan when needed. We also sent him to the VA for a check up and the doctor concurred with Dr Manning about the meds. So now we have him on very little medication, and he seems to be doing better. His appetite is starting to return, he is drinking more and now it is a waiting game. Our main concern is that he may again get too hard to handle, since he can become v
In the afternoon heat on a summer’s day,
As the day winds down deep fatigue sets in,
The bones are weary,
The chest gets tight from the air,
I lie down to nap and arise not refreshed,
Such is heat,
Loved by some,
Dreaded by others,
Necessary in any case for natures continuance.
So I wait for winter avoiding the Sun,
Yet I also enjoy the beauty of the deep green trees,
The summer thundershowers,
Rare this year, also a great consolation to hear and watch,
Cold water sipp