Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I was moved by the poem
the poetry of it
the depth of sentiment that drew me in

flash forward
and find
nothing has changed but the time

you could set a watch by it

I need to find my sense of humour again
return to it
like dog to vomit
only better

I need to laugh out loud and lick
the residue from my lips
seeping in the glow of the best
medicine

too serious
the world has become
too serious

I watch from the sidelines wait
for an outcome I can't control
force of habit
habitual nightmare
fooled by the ruse
fooled by the fool
how indelicate

stepping forward I went with the easy momentum
didn't squirm didn't fight
didn't squawk didn't bite
just flowed forward with the easy
momentum

how right it seemed at the time

acceptance
is a lovely thing
basking in the knowledge
you will always fill my empty

the glass is full
in my perpetual cup-o-plenty
at least
that's how I see it

I got a whole lot of nothing
flowing through my fingers
no real urgency
I know what I know

and the balkers and back trackers
search for ways to not believe
what's in front of their nose

acceptance
going with the flow
turning off the back noise

calm

ahh... calm, sweet calm...
every body needs it or
will demand it if left unchecked

calm... the afterglow of ease...

calm seeps through by sentient degrees and makes fun of the muse that likes disguise and ruse more than peace...and chooses then to write about it make light about it...or die in the trying. If life begins to make sense to me I wonder if I've made a wrong turn, landed in serendipity nostalgic for resonant mediocrity...or better yet, if I am sane. Well the beauty of life is you don't always have to make sense so long as some one agrees, falls victim to your misconceptions. A land where two can lay silently still together...and just breathe.