Suburbial Bliss

A late start this morn.
Flapjacks on stove with bacon.
Time for family.

Paria

Paria Paria,
Where have you been?
Always running away from your fears and
Eating any scraps thrown at you.
Her bones are tired, her muscles weak,
There is much more behind little brown eyes than you can possibly imagine.

Paria Paria,
What have you done?
What are the trials you have faced?
Any accomplishments? Any discouragements?
The world is not kind to the low and mean.
There are few comfortable being charitable,
And giving all they have. Even the charity cannot
Drain themselves fully for the aid of the need.

Paria Paria,
Why did you leave?
What caused you to run from the life you were given?
Not enough cats to chase, or sickly scraps to kill the
Stomach twinges?
Was there a master who drank from the bottle too frequently?
The world is cruel and miserable, but we must rise above the misery
And keep sights on the positive and joyous to combat the negative and painful.
We will succeed, but we must be patient.

These Days (Redux)

We continue to move and worry on the trifles, with
Few moments of the grand themes of life.
What would happen to us if we constantly dwelled
Our thoughts on the big things? Would our minds be pushed
Too hard and break down as the pontoon's Civic engine?

Perhaps this is the reason the persons of this world, nay,
This nation, put their thoughts on the topics that don't matter.
'Tis the easier of the two, and our country loves the
Easier ways (at least these days).

The world is too much with us, that much is true.
The Voices of intelligence knew this too well, and
Saw us traveling the path we have taken and
Continue to drive on. There are few of us left
Who see the world through unclouded eyes;
We live life the proper Romantic way--Balance.

"Keep the Balance" is what my mentors instructed me to do.
We can't stay on one side more than the other,
Otherwise we risk loosing our personal nature and identity;
They would crumble and fall as the statue in David's dream.

Rest and fight equal amounts, and life will be bearable.
We can find those with similar ideas, just as anything worth wile in this world,
We just have to work and persevere though the pain, and the payoff will be sweet.

Keep the balance, and keep your feet moving.

Blood-Apathy Level

(Something I wrote a while ago)

Apathy is in my bloodstream, and it never leaves its home.
My body, the vessel that holds the liquid of not caring,
Allows the apathy to enter through the mouth,
Or, more commonly, through the ocular cavities via
audio-visual insertions
They take you in and never let go.
Always harming your work ethic.

Alone

With my thoughts on the line between sane and insanity,
I live with the remembrance of my aspired one.
The emotions of my pants come and go, but
I still evolve in my identity and personality.

Stay with me electronically; any connection is more desired than none.

Welcome Back

The days are long now.
I awake at the winter's dawn, but the outside's brightness shines full blast through the partially covered window into the boxed room.
The smell of fresh rain storm hits my nose after I step up from bed.
I instinctually walk towards the pot of black caffeine and pour it into my thrift store mug.
The coffee touches my lips and I begin the wake-up process.
However, there is nothing to wake up for today.
There is little to do until the work begins,
So I shall enjoy the vacuum of responsibility while I have it.
Just sit and watch the scattered thunderstorms through the window with the coffee at hand.
Feel the rest and recuperation, and prepare for the coming storm.

Poem for the Dumped

Why? Is the first question that pops into my head.
Why are you doing this?
We restarted, we renewed everything. It was never
Going to feel the same way, of course.
That's what the renewal was going to do.
I was never going to forget the or deny the past, but
We had a present and future to make together.

You are the one, but you didn't let me try.
I wasn't given enough time to try again at the woo,
And discuss how to proceed.
We could have found an answer to the big questions:
Why are relationships hard?
Why does growing up suck?
Can't we still fight it?

I just walked outside on that day, and the clouds tumbled.
Bye bye. Goodbye. I tried.