Posts for June 12, 2019 (page 2)

My best red dress on

A river 
with a whirlpool
that I get caught in,
hoping to be
with the water
who remains intact with himself,
but Mr. Whirlpool is good
at keeping others out.

Mr. Whirlpool,
do you not realize
that we are all one of the river?
Do you not believe
I will always be here?

anticpating a trip
that’s been planned
for several months
but has appeared
at your door
quite suddenly: you’re
mentall prepared, but
there’s much you
haven’t done yet —
like pack — it’s
fine though — what
every trip needs
is some chaos 

A day or two

Of rain

Is peaceful

And it let’s me think.

Like Kenny Chesney said,

“Save it for a Rainy Day”

But a weeks worth of rain

Is a week full of pain

My thoughts flood my brain

Like the rain floods the creek

Instead of letting a few feelings

Out of my capped jars

Lightning hits my house

And all of them shatter

They consume me

The clouds are grey

And I can’t get out of this funk

Because the rain won’t go away

Rain is supposed to be the

Cousin that visits

Every now and then

But right now,

They’ve moved in.

Maybe this feeling is always there

And happiness is just like the sun

Covering up the grey, shining light

On the rain filled clouds

But damn, I need a vacation

From my brain

Soaking up sun and sipping on a daiquiri

But that’s not how it works

I’m stuck here, and yes,

I have self love.

But love is like a road,

There’s bumps,

Hills,

Curves,

Cracks,

Bridges,

And sometimes the road is wet,

From all of this rain.

At the first sign
that someone has
or is about to
walk away from me,
the inner critic
lights the matches
to set everything on fire,
collects all the evidence
for one more trial
in a kangaroo court,
screams with a fury
that this is the only truth,
beats my inner child
with self-righteous fists,
closes off all doors
lest Reason get in,
starts keeping score
again,
creates a self-made hell,
a mental labyrinth
for my thoughts to run in
endlessly
circling each other
in painful ruminations,
puts up barriers and shields
to keep out
everything I need most.

Two beating hearts

Two busy schedules

But somehow there is time

Time enough for late night texts

Exchanging ideas on art, books and life

For a moment the distance disappears

Leaving just two people

Two passions for life

Two chances to believe

Believe in what could be

Waiting
on a word from the people
with the power
to change lives
completely.

Unrest
when everything you’ve built
a life upon slowly
slides away
and you’re left looking
at what’s left.

Trusting
that the word will come through
shortly, and will be the one
you want. Or
that something better
will come along.

Chaos
like a controlled burn,
sparks define a perimeter,
everything within
puffs away, making room
for unexpected new growth.

Budget cuts,
Fire the highest-paid employees.
Budget cuts,
Hire less experienced people to replace them at a lower wage.
Budget cuts,
Raise your rates.
Budget cuts,
Give yourself a raise for saving money.

Tax cuts,
Save money for the job creators.
Tax cuts,
Pass that money on to the consumers—NOT!
Tax cuts,
Trickle the savings down to the employees—PSYCHE!
Tax cuts,
Hire more workers—OK, maybe later.

Budget cuts, tax cuts,
Cut the crap.

Life feels like the first
day of your last
PhD course:

you receive your syllabus

you suspect everyone has completed
the entire semester’s course work
psyched to defend their dissertations

except you

If I had planted flower seeds
They’d be long since gone
They’d’ve floated to a river
and drifted till the dawn

They’d’ve met the Mississippi
Trying to find a place to go
Maybe someplace further on
They’d have a place to grow

They’d get kinda water-logged
And fish would eat a few
The rest would stick together
With the help of friendship glue

On to the Gulf of Mexico
That’s a long, long trip
There they would seperate 
Some got aboard a ship

Several stopped in Cuba
They went here and there
A couple went to Cancun, an
Corpus Christi got a pair

Those who were not eaten
and those who floated on
Got themselves to fertile soil
and bloomed in early dawn