Seasons

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Couch potato meets samurai.

Postman meets iron man.

Administrator meets sanitation worker.

 

Contrasts in physical attributes.

Perhaps lifestyles, philosophies, sanitation

Relationships, goals,spirituality.

 

Achievements, awards, recognition.

There’s a lot of grey area for some.

For others, a rock-hard stop where they stand.

So what is the great evener?

 

What shows us all that we are the same

When it comes down to it, in the end?

It’s the rhythmn and the constancy

of the seasons.  They come every year,

putting nature, and us, at their mercy.

So what of us? Are we too big, too anything,

to defy the forces of nature?

Death Waits

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Tricks lick ticks from the tongue.

Reaching slowly for a gun.

Running swiftly for your son.

He won’t help you now.

Pray.  Pray to the God of the Heavens,

That He will have mercy on your wretched,

Squeamish soul as you crawl through the

Dirt, hoping for one last breath.

Death comes to us all.  Beneath our hopes

And dreams, denials and delusions, we all

Know it.  Death whispers our name as we

Get ready for work, as we drive to work,

As we forget out troubles in our daily routine,

As we come home to our spouse and children,

As we lay our heads on the pillow and fade off

To sleep.  Death watches us breathe.  Death

Hears our yearnings, our curses, our sighs.

Death is our constant companion from “the

cradle to the grave”.  Death waits.

Rewind and Undo

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In my head I paint a picture

Of some day walking free.

All my hang-ups and delusions

Laying in a pile behind me.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of no more medication.

No more need to medicate

No more side-effects.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of family bonds and closeness

No more driving forever to get there.

No more procrastinating that phone call.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of what my family might have been

Had love and understanding been the rule

Instead of fear and loathing.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of foolish decisions unmade.

Broken relationships mended.

Hurtful words unsaid.

 

In my head I paint a picture

Of all the things that I regret

Somehow never happening

And I can sleep better after that.

 

 

 

Carry on Tuesday #115