I wish I were you
to bleed and not feel the pain
My wounds always regain
consciousness, always torment me.
And the pain always remains…
it’s always the same.
How can someone Feel so much?
without wanting to disappear
and be nothing more?
I wish I were Everything
and Nothing simultaneously.
I’m not a hero, just a fool
who wants to just Be…
Avoidance and Fear
our secret punishments
We believe we don’t deserve Life
or it’s Beauty or Faith or Healing…
So we reopen our wounds.
It’s our cyclical fate
our self-fulfilling prophecy.
Why do we wound, abuse, and punish ourselves?
Why do we crave to hurt, to be Melancholy?
It’s sick, but so Beautiful
We feel most alive…
We feel most free…
Blinded by reflection of water?
On the black pavement.
Thoughts complicating,
Thoughts overpowering.
Divinity cannot be seen,
For no one knows what it is.
Nowhere to go.
Dead byproducts of the machine,
Infecting the streets,
The World.
And they reproduce in masses.
Thoughtless and countless masses.
Imploding like waste
Gathering in a stream,
Clinging to a stick.
You see the ashes and smoke,
Pollutants immeasurable,
But why do people adore
What hurts them the most?
They are walking idiosyncrasies,
Yet they are all the same.
They are a double-binded threat
Without Protection,
Without Retaliation,
Like mice with no escape.
Quite a nice weekend. Yesterday I practiced a little bowling, of 6 games, I had one 175, and a 199, the rest were in the 130-145 range. Went to RiverSplash and the weather was finally nice for a change! Today I think I’ll do a little work in the yard, a little reading, and then tonight the Sopranos finale before it comes back again next year.
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After getting up, I went for a walk along the lake, had breakfast, and then headed out for a few hours of fishing. Came home and read a little in the shade of my big tree, tended to my blackberry bushes and grape vines, and just felt good about life. What a beautiful day!
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