sounds of relax-ation

[creativesoul]

i watched my friend
nod out everywhere we went
in the resturant, in the back seat of the car, mumbling jibberish and embarasssing her friends and daughter
I took her anyway, even though it makes me uncomfortable
her sloppy broken approach to life
it takes her a long time to say something grabbing her head as if her mind is going to snap
and it is snapping its fingers to some beatnik jazz music in a coffee house in san francisco in 1960
the lights are on there is no one home
red power on alcatraz at 11
her herion like behavior scrawled in a pharmasutical dream
help her heart is saying
but we can hear you
and she cannot
she forgot
what she came here for, cant remeber the lies she told
you me or herslef
i cry inside
something beautiful has died
my compassion has turned to anger
violins play music to fallen roman empires
my mind is rejecting stranger faces and seascapes
while i think what can i do to wake her?
she does not want to be here anymore
it just isnt fun anymore!
ah geez get over it!
I watch as she stumbles through the candy store
loses money on the sidewalk
cathes her thumb in the car door
wants to smoke while she is bleeding
she buys honey with her money
with blood still on her hands
an attitude of indifference
A woman comes out of my past and reminds me that I am a weaver
I had forgotten
there were so many loose threads on this one
i could not weave the delicate and broken threads back into a blanket that would cover her
i lost my memory of what i did before I became like this
I look into my mans ees
and he says "have I told you how much I love you today?"
Isay "yes"
I love you with an ear to ear grin accross my face in the sunlight
the market is filled with pie and carmel corn
my friends and i eat a few bites of pie
there was a time when i stubled through my life
i was not this happy
now I drive on a highway
and visit beautiful homes with happy healthy people living in them
I smile with love in my heart
i do not want to die
i have a beautiful lady friend i think of making love to with my man
we throw axes at a target and laugh with her children
while my friend in blubbering in the corner
my friend says"what is wrong with your friend is she loaded?"
yes i say
and she lies to me about it.
Oh how sad they say
beautiful laughing funny loving friends
i wish i could turn the lights on in my sad friend s empty heart
but it is beyond my capability
I sleep under the satrs under a balnket
near some trees listening to a waterfall
he makes sweet love to me
i see the radiance of our love before i sleep
i tell my friend when she wakes up
she needs to go to treatment
she lies some more

[mousey1]

your writing always digs to the heart of the matter creativesoul.

touches the pulse.

[Arcadia]

something beautiful has died
my compassion has turned to anger
violins play music to fallen roman empires

I like this three lines in the context of your poem!