Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I can’t remember a time without crisis, or some dark postmodern marching order or another, after centuries of intermittent ugliness. I can’t remember the last time I felt unfettered waking up. I cry lately, and I always thought myself strong. There is no crisis. No crisis! We still have time.

I can’t remember a time without love, or some natural overspill of heart or another, after centuries of intermittent faith. I can’t remember the last time I was fettered by pointless chains. I rest lately, and I always thought myself strong. There is no crisis. No crisis! We have little time.

"Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child"

Quemoy and Matsu
Right out of the blue
a crisis comes crashing back from 50 years ago.
a crisis noone even remembers anymore.

Geezer mind syndrome
I can't remember where I put my car keys
but details from childhood come flooding back
The smell of her perfume when she bent over my bed to kiss me good night.
Me crying cause I did not want her to leave me for a night out with her friends.

Rosebud

I would agree with walt, when trying to define strength we need to expand the limits to the very end in order to have a reasonable definition.....I can feel the emotion in this, so you have done your job..
the longer you live, the more times you rotate through the cycles of up and down...i've come to rely on the knowledge that everything is temporary.....nice job nazz

a cry to Self for answers that never seem to be good enough... but we still have time.

nicely done, nazz.

sorry nazz
I meant to delete my ramble
but I forgot
now it is too late.

I missed the part about being strong.
I don't know what that has to do with anything.

I have no shame for my tears. I used to but not anymore. Watching those old black and white Pathe' newsreels from WWI when I was a kid the tears would roll down my cheeks. I used to be ashamed.


Sorry
for the ramble.
but you touched me with this one.

Just some more late-nite thoughts. Can't seem to shake this season of heaviness lately... or even in general. I grew up with nukes pointed at me, after all... first paragraph came naturally, pure reflection. The second was meant as an "antidote", a counterbalance. Thanks Cecil, Jack, Steve and Walt.

i'm in a similar place in my head. i commiserate with you, brother nazz.