It's There

It’s There

Look, do you see it
It’s there.
Listen, do you hear it
It’s there.

It’s there where you are.
It’s there when you’re not.
It’s there in the evening.
It’s there in the dark.

What is it that’s there.
When does it appear.
Where does it come from.
Why is it right here.

The answer is simple.
The answer quite clear.
It’s there for a reason.
Though that reason’s not clear.

So what is it that’s there.
What is it we see.
When we look in that place,
That we only can see.

It might be a thing joyous,
Or a thing of great fear.
Secret to all,
But to us it’s quite dear.

So this is Christmas

As you get older it seems that Christmas becomes less important than it was in years past. If you have attained any kind of financial security you find that waiting for Christmas or your birthday is no longer necessary and it's easier to just go and buy the stuff you want.
The religious aspect of Christmas has long since vanished from most western cultures. It is now a time of greed and avarice. I don't even see any attempt to be civil to each other.

The religious aspect has never been important to me as the date of December 25th is an arbitrary date that is linked more to the Germanic tribes than to any Christian traditions. Most folks know that it was much easier for the Church to co-opt local winter customs than try to invent their own. Much the same way the Romans did with the Greeks.

So is it worth the effort to “celebrate” Christmas? I found that this year it was. I had my family over for dinner and it was nice to have them all together. It was fun to watch the abject greed of the grandkids as they tore into their loot. Evonne gets a great deal of joy from buying just that right gift for that one person. And for one brief shinning moment the world does not seem like such a bad place.

We get the paper the next day and see that nothing has changed, but at least , on one day we can hope that it has. And one day is a lot better than no days.

Eyes in the Mirror

Eyes in the Mirror

I look in the mirror
And all that I see
Is a strange being
Staring out at me.

It has my face,
It has my eyes.,
It examines my soul,
It fills me with lies.

It says I have class,
It says I have style.
Its words like ground glass,
Its smile drips bile.

Its mirth is toxic
Its words are insane.
“Do what you will
No matter the pain.”

“The world, it owes you,
For you was it produced.”
The words they are tempting,
My will is reduced.

The lies have convinced,
The lies are believed.
For if they ring true,
The guilt is relieved.

The faces I than see,
I feel the retched pain.
I now know that it’s not real,
My center will not sustain.

It comes in a flash,
It comes with a shock.
It makes the thoughts flow,
It makes me take stock.

The world was created
Not for you nor for me
The world was created for no One,
But We.

Life Is

Life Is…


Life is great
Life is fate
Life can be grand
Life can demand.

One way
Then another.
One and you want to play
The other, Oh’ brother

So what do you say
Would you like to stay
And test the state
That is fate.

Know Me

You Don’t Know Me

You do not know me,
You have not seen the things I’ve seen
What’s in my mind, what’s in my dreams,
How I feel, what I imagine.
Only I can know.

You cannot know me
You have no way to understand.
Unless your in my mind,
Sense my feelings, see my dreams
These things only I can see.

I do not know you..
I don’t know what you’ve seen.
Your mind is yours, how you feel, what you imagine.
Your dreams hid from view
Only you can know.

I cannot know you.
I have no way to understand.
You mind is yours, your dreams unknown.
Your feelings personal.
These things only you can see.

But we can know one another.
We can see the world as one.
We can share our thoughts, reveal our dreams.
Tell how we feel, what we know.

A choice is made, I path is taken.
We can travel alone, safe from contact, safe from pain
Never knowing sorrow
But never knowing pleasure, living all alone.

Or we can reach out for each other.
Learn from one another, share our pains and joys.
Find the path together. Risk knowing sorrow.
Find in one another the things we all can share

Our Humanity. Our Love. Our Souls

Dark/Light

Dark and Light

Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.

Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.

Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark.

When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.

Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light.

Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one fear, love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!

Seek

Seek

Brought on by the ever present need to be loved,
We destroy all that is loveable in us.
Brought on by the pursuit of pleasure,
We destroy all of the pleasure around us.
Brought on by the need to be needed,
We destroy those who need us.

By are desires we are defined,
And by those desires we are destroyed.
We seek the light,
We find the dark.
We reach for hope,
We rush headlong into hopelessness.

Find the pleasure,
But give pleasure in return.
Find the need,
But give to those who need.
Find the love,
But give the love without conditions.

Seek the light,
Reach for hope,
Find the love.

On a Brighter Note

I have been working on my book, Vincent and the Memory Thief. I like what I've written so far. It is coming along fine. I look forward to sharing it with my friends and family. I can also dream about someday having it published. If nothing else Heather's pictures are well worth the cover price.

Nuff Said

So what have we learned today? I have learned that no matter what you do, for some people it is never good enough. Hell half the time it isn't good enough for me. Why is that. Try as you might nothing ever seems good enough.

Is this a world wide phenomenon or is it just in the United States.? That is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to try and fail or to just say fuck it and not do anything.

It is a lot easier to just say fuck it. But, as we all know, saying fuck it has never been a very profitable mood of operation but it is the easiest.

So what do we do. Well I think that sometimes you do absolutely everything you can do get the job done, and sometimes you just have to say f it. The tricky part is trying to figure how to tell the difference.

If anyone has an answer I'd like to hear it.

Nuff Said