I have lost everything
so often that I
am now convinced that
I’ve never had anything
And with every failure
and with every loss
of everything had before
the only constant thing
has ever been me
Perhaps I’m the cause
perhaps I’m the reason
definitely I’m to blame
but with every failure
I am confidently one
more step to getting
whatever it is right
Category: Creativity
There
I do know what
is on the other
side having already been
The other side of
here is there and
once there that there
becomes the new here
and so and so
we go always looking
over there but never
finding it because once
there then there moves
back to where there
there and not here
Somewhere
I am far away
sitting somewhere maybe a
bench on a beach
and my thoughts play
about me like children
on their own sometimes
sometimes running to me
showing me new treasures
or seashells or glass
and maybe one or
two of the older
ones rest a bit
next to me quietly
sighing deeply breathing in
salty air sometimes sad
sometimes happy sometimes just
there me and my
thoughts just sitting there
on a bench on
a beach somewhere there
UpThere
I dreamt things again
things that never were
or maybe were once
somewhere else not here
Maybe our sleeping minds
is where life lived
once upon a time
and now those lives
are stored up there
in a dusty old
attic atop the stairs
that no one climbs
up there best forgotten
until we sleep when
we no longer can
ImportantThings
This quiet morning starts
with the haunting piano
of Satie and with
each note and chord
I can feel the
resonance and harmony in
my heart his music
longs like faraway lovers
whose souls used to
sing but now weep
like tulip petals which
gather at the bottom
of a wilting stem
having once known beauty
like half eaten food
followed by door slams
and the heavy sigh
of love once known
Satie makes me remember
all of the things
I thought I forgot
Important things I’ll add
but then not really
