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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 1:04:54 GMT
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:51:38 GMT
A Reading from the Book of the Damned – Chapter XCMLVI
With this and that and the other People wander to and fro thinking that the way they're going is where they are meant to go locked into metallic cages locked into pathetic lives locked inside a horrid mess with the wrong mate spoiled brats regenerating the mistakes made as the status quo
friendship is but a link away thousands like this, what's wrong with you? Bullies abound, spreading slime seldom are they called to task predators roam miles in a blink perverts lurk in the shadows conning the children to do things that they would have confessed to adults in another time to deal with
Where have the adults gone off to – practicing their adultery while preaching “do as I say, not do” as their teens skip merrily down the primrose path to destruction that the parents cut and paved.... Is this the fate of humanity? I didn't sign up for this.... No one in their right mind would.
All hail the Great Architects! Hallowed be the names of Zuckerberg, Gates, and Jobs - The triumvirate that killed humanity under the guise of helping to make things easy.
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:39:08 GMT
Hoary
I live with a searing pain. It starts in the corner of my eyes, goes backwards and down. I stiffen; aching so that it makes me think I’m frozen forever. I’m trapped: in my chair, my house, my car, my life. My lungs struggle, constricted; cause – occult; prognosis – bleak.
My life is a shipwreck. My hopes – flotsam, while my dreams are the jetsam discarded to keep me afloat. All that remains in the shards of this vessel are the memories of all my sins. They wail like a wolf on a cold, dark night. Every mistake made clings to my body like a leech, draining me dry, leaving me broken on Karma’s gristmill.
When I awoke, yestermorning, I stretched and pulled the blind. I saw that the gnarled old hickory outside my window wore a new bark: one made of ice. These new clothes, how they sparkled; so pretty, but deadly like a black widow. I looked back to the hickory, and understood.
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:35:30 GMT
Melancholy
Within this house, there rests a body; within this body, there beats a heart – bruised and battered; one who swore, and was forsworn; one who loved, only to have it shattered picked up, patched up and broken again.
No matter the advances, all the tech, and all the labs the medics have at their disposal – it's garbage! Nothing can be done to cure my illness: no wonder drug for my disease, no miracle cures - they've been suspended until God returns from vacation...
Depressed, you say?
No, I am not... Maybe a little, but not at you and your hand, but my own.
My own foolish hand reaching out towards the flames even though the bandages smolder...
Damn, I thought I had outgrown the fairy tales, and happily ever afters, long ago...
Why am I so tortured by them now? Senility? Too young – I think anyways... maybe I should try to sleep. In dreams I can be young and foolish once again, instead of awake, old and stupid for expecting a different return from the same data.
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:15:18 GMT
Fried Heart Residue
With a whimper, not a roar did the knot untie: no more fights, no added drama – with a fart from a Greyhound, nineteen years went up in smoke. My heart lies charred upon the industrial range of life. The skin on the griddle dry, black, flaking – it might come off with enough Brillo and sweat. Leave it, for tonight; it's best dealt with in the light of a new life.
Mickey
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:10:11 GMT
Ex Libris - M {from my journal}
We are perfect together it seems fated to be you and I forever for all eternity we share all the ups and downs lifting the other,when they're blue doing all the things the magazines say that strong lovers do we are so happy together so imagine my surprise when I got home from work to an empty house and a note on which all you wrote was a single word:Goodbye
II
The TV is showing some movie I've seen 10,000 times I've not the energy to turn it off I've no reason,nor rhyme I've just been sitting here with absolutely naught to do, save lick my wounds,and wonder what became of you Are you happy where you are will you ever deign to come back Will I be strong enough if you do... it's just that I suddenly seem to lack my courage, drive, determination you've stolen my second wind and though I loved you, wholeheartedly I cannot go through this hell again
III
I've finally shut the tellies off both the set, and the phone I've come to the realization that if I am to be alone I can't survive as I was I've go to swim forth or die like a shark, I have to move if I am destined to survive you are in my past and sleeping dogs should lie right where that shall be I refuse to die wallowing in self pity reliving each 'what if' I hereby state enough and give to myself a gift called life...
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The doorbell brought me back to the here and now I couldn't tell who it was until you said "don't have a cow... I know I shouldn't have left you; I see now that I was wrong; What it was was stupidity, here's where I belong" I replied that your boat sank slowly into the west; that you are dead to me and it would be best that you get on out of here you've no reason to remain what we had is gone with the wind now it's your turn to refrain from calling. Just leave me alone you've done it once before done is done and so are we and then I slammed the door.
mickey
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:08:31 GMT
The best advice my father NEVER gave me...
could have been...almost anything a lot is hinged on those 3 little words hope, misery, despair. relief depending on which ears that heard that little phrase 'could have been...' it's tied for second longest one with 'would...' and 'should have been...' right behind the leader "If", my son those phrases - never let them sneak into your vocabulary for when they do,you are lost and doomed to live in misery mark my words - you let them in and you will never be the same be vigilant, or be stuck playing a losing game
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:04:06 GMT
consider yourself warned....Storm flags out....
with all that has been going on in my so called life I wonder why it is that others bring me strife and I could just start to thrive or maybe even cope if they'd just leave me alone or else bring a rope.... that, alas, is not to be my peaceful state no more so dropping by unannounced will have you kiss the door!
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:01:55 GMT
April Showers 86
The rain started up again, the brief respite done you hear it tumble off the leaves as the cloud shades the sun the tempo on the roof picks up then ebbs like the tide you're torn betwixt high and dry, or run and play outside these spring showers nourish all and makes the flora grow looking in garden,you spy little shoots all in a row my little heathen,you do so wish to go dancing in the rain tip toeing through the puddles to feel young and alive again You yell "Mickey,get out here before the rainbow's gone!" I run out to join you the drops are like a hone scraping the grunge of the winter off my seasonally weary soul your elan is infectious and soon it takes control... April showers doth happen each and every year and my heart aches with the fact that you're no longer here but I still hear your laughter and hearken to your song "Mickey, get you butt out here before the rainbow's gone!"
Mickey 4-21/86
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Post by druid627 on Jan 24, 2015 0:00:32 GMT
tax time
'tis the season yet again not the one to be jolly the closest you might get is anxious and pray it's not melancholy The time has come to gather up scraps of the previous year and total your existence up and pray that there will be no tears to go along with the blood and sweat of figuring things up,a mighty toil and offer a silent prayer of thanks the IRS can't use boiling oil...
mickey
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Post by druid627 on Jan 23, 2015 23:28:55 GMT
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Post by druid627 on Jan 22, 2015 5:44:16 GMT
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Post by druid627 on Jan 21, 2015 5:25:32 GMT
Eunice
a little dishwater blonde full of figure,sweet of face even tempered,understanding always a fount of wit and grace reared in the depression you learned how to make do with the scant end of the larder and this did strengthen you for the path of life you chose now days,would not be taken the wonder to me right now is what dreams that were forsaken You oft did state that dad had only nine children, but you did not you had nine only children, each separate but but equal in your heart and thought the seeds of your demise were sown long before I was more than a dream but yet you did carry on the cycles more miraculous it does seem when put against modern thinking and customs of today that you put up with all of us for you were taught it was the way a mother must carry on though all and never to us did complain it wasn't in you to let us in on the things that caused you pain after 85 years you did depart and in your passing I do find not a dearth of compassion and love for you are still here in my mind and in my heart and though my tears do flow tis in joy their falling,all for you for I love and miss you so
Mickey 2-10/09
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Post by druid627 on Jan 21, 2015 5:21:15 GMT
my winter beard...
Once again, winter has seemed to make it's presence known one can tell you this fact,by the beard I've grown by this scruffy mangled growth the weather I control some might say,after that line,that my sanity took a stroll and has yet to return.I can hear you scoff don't believe me ,just you wait 'til I shave if off by the next morning,10+ inches will abound upon what was recently snow barren ground but the accumulation is at a more modest pace as long as the beard resides upon my face, the snowfall is fairly light no more than 3-5" max more likely just a dusting; when it's gone,break out the axe Has been like this each and every year I've lived in the snow belt, the best thing is to leave it on,until it all does melt and the thaw arrives in the spring. I can shape it, dress it up and the winter is mild-I take off and you'll be invited to sup with the Donner party.Best lay in all sorts all sorts of supplies cus if it comes off, the most virulent flurries flies...
mickey
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