Monthly Archives: December 2014
Thank You for a Great 2014!!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 17,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Redefining Change
I.
Why do we concern ourselves,
With the spots on a leopard,
Or whether he is able,
To change the spots at his whim?
II.
Outward appearance is fixed,
It is set, unchangeable.
Why of this are we concerned?
Looks will never hold value.
III.
If the leopard wants to change,
He simply must change his mind.
Salvation
Demanding that I change
even asking nicely
that I or my mind change
will cure neither my ills
nor your concerns for me.
Why is it important
what I believe or don’t
believe to be true?
Just drop it and
then our minds
can agree to disagree
or they can part ways.
The crux of this problem
lies in the tears
staining your face –
tears you cry over
some concern for
my salvation.
Rather than being
my priest, my pastor,
be my friend.
Rather than being
concerned for my eternity
share life with me.
Waves
I.
Flowing down the spine,
Racing through organs,
To tertiary limbs.
It comes in waves.
II.
Crashing tide rises,
Climbing ever higher,
Threatening to consume.
It comes in waves.
III.
Stealing my spark,
My zest for life,
Eroding my will.
It comes in waves.
IV.
Wave after wave.
Wave after wave.
Wave after wave.
Memory of You
I.
It’s been years
since our last pleasantries,
since we last fellowship’d.
II.
How you were,
remains steadfast in my mind,
frozen in neural time capsule.
III.
It is my hope,
that you have changed very little.
I’ve used this memory of you for years.
Big Man
I.
Lording over the weak,
oppressing with power,
causing them to shrink
in submission.
II.
You feel like a big man,
you feel powerful,
you feel like the ruler
of all you purvey.
III.
You are none of this.
You are a weakling,
You are nothing, no one,
without the weak to prey on.
IV.
When everything is gone,
All good taken from you,
The tables will be turned –
You will become the weak.
Your Voice
Having sunk that low
is not unique to me –
others have been there.
But my depths are
real and they are mine.
The saving force
came after the sound
of the ringing
when I heard your voice.
Today
Will it lay left, right,
In shades of black, white,
There among the thorns,
Or in peace adorned?
In pain?
Insane?
Dreary?
Clearly?
Wasted?
Tasted?
In heap cast aside,
Gladly taken in stride?
It is now at hand.
Where will today land?
Scars Have Names
I.
This is a result of,
Failed relationship.
Located here is,
A friend turning back.
Seen here in this spot,
Malicious witness.
This prominent mark,
The abandonment.
II.
I carry many scars,
Some deeper, more visible.
Each denotes place, event;
All left by those held dear.
Within A Few Words
I.
If I only mostly hold my tongue,
Bury most thoughts and feelings.
With only an economy of language,
A few, well-chosen syllables,
How deep would the cuts be?
II.
If I maintain a level of control,
Keep my cool at some level.
While keeping the tone just-so,
And carefully selected utterances,
What damage could I do?
DoubleU = W 