CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT-& THE SECOND LAST PAGE
YOU KNOW AFTER THE LOSS OF TED,AND WRITING ABOUT IT,I WAS READY TO CHEER YOU ALL UP,BUT AT THE MOMENT,CHEER ISN'T REALLY WHAT COMES TO MIND.IT SEEMS WHOEVER YOU TALK TO,EVERYONE KNOWS SOMEONE THAT IS GOING THROUGH A BREAKDOWN OR DEPRESSION OF SOME KIND.I MUST SAY I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH A BREAKDOWN OR DEPRESSION,THE WORST I HAVE EVER FELT IS SAD,BUT I HAVE IN THESE TWO POEMS TRIED TO UNDERSTAND THESE THINGS.MAYBE IF I'VE NEVER FELT IT ,I SHOULDN'T WRITE ABOUT IT,BUT I'VE NEVER DIED, BEEN AN OLD LADY OR SHORN A SHEEP AND I WROTE ABOUT THEM--SO ?--"CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT-I DON'T CARE"
MY MIND,IS A GRAVEYARD,
MY HEART A DISEASE.
MY THOUGHTS ARE A MATTER
THAT NO-ONE CAN PLEASE.
MY LIFE ? ITS A MESS,
I CAN SAY AT THE BEST.
I,ON MEMORIES THRIVE
EVEN THEY STAND THE TEST.
EMOTIONS AND STANDSTILL,
MINDS WIDE OPEN DOOR.
AND MY VERY BEST THOUGHT,
"WHAT AM I HERE FOR?"
BUT,AS I LOOK AT MY LIFE,
LIKE A VIEW FROM A FUNNEL,
THERE'S A FLICKER OF LIGHT
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
MY LIFE MUST GO ON,
AND NO MATTER WHAT
I MUST TAKE WHAT I HAVE
CRAVE NOT,WHAT I'VE NOT
WITH WIDE OPEN ARMS
I SHALL TAKE ,WHAT IS GIVEN
AND PROVE TO YOU ALL,
THAT MY LIFE IS WORTH LIVING
IN OTHERS,I'LL FIND
THE COMFORT I NEED.
AND THROW AWAY THOUGHTS
OF MY OWN SELFISH GREED.
MANKIND IS MY FAMILY,
MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS.
THE EARTH IS MY FATHER,
AND LOVE ,IS MY MOTHER.
AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG
IN LEANING ON THESE,
TO SEEK FOR THE COMFORT,
OUR SIMPLE MINDS NEED.
THE SECOND OF THIS DUO IS A POEM ABOUT ONE OF THE THINGS THAT TEND TO LEAD TO SUCH A STATE OF MIND--THE END OF SOMETHING,BE IT A RELATIONSHIP,THE LOSS OF SOMEONE OR EVEN THE LOSS OF A JOB,WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO GO NEXT. "THE SECOND LAST PAGE"
A PAGE OF MY LIFE,
WAS RIPPED OFF TODAY
BUT,ON THE VERY NEXT SHEET
THE IMPRINT WILL STAY.
TO START A NEW LIFE
REQUIRES A NEW BOOK.
'CAUSE THE IMPRINTED PAGE
IS THE LAST TO BE TOOK.
I'M TOO TIRED AND SHATTERED
AND IN NO CONDITION
TO OPEN THE FRONT
OF A BRAND NEW EDITION.
SO,I'M LEFT WITH THIS PAGE,
NOT WRITTEN ON YET,
AND THE MARKS THAT SHOW THROUGH
WON'T LET ME FORGET.
I CAN SEE WHERE I'VE BEEN
WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING
WHAT HAVE I GOT ?
WHATS LEFT FOR THE SHOWING?
I'D KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS,
AND I'D KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
BUT THE SECOND LAST PAGE
WAS RIPPED OFF TODAY.
MY MIND,IS A GRAVEYARD,
MY HEART A DISEASE.
MY THOUGHTS ARE A MATTER
THAT NO-ONE CAN PLEASE.
MY LIFE ? ITS A MESS,
I CAN SAY AT THE BEST.
I,ON MEMORIES THRIVE
EVEN THEY STAND THE TEST.
EMOTIONS AND STANDSTILL,
MINDS WIDE OPEN DOOR.
AND MY VERY BEST THOUGHT,
"WHAT AM I HERE FOR?"
BUT,AS I LOOK AT MY LIFE,
LIKE A VIEW FROM A FUNNEL,
THERE'S A FLICKER OF LIGHT
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
MY LIFE MUST GO ON,
AND NO MATTER WHAT
I MUST TAKE WHAT I HAVE
CRAVE NOT,WHAT I'VE NOT
WITH WIDE OPEN ARMS
I SHALL TAKE ,WHAT IS GIVEN
AND PROVE TO YOU ALL,
THAT MY LIFE IS WORTH LIVING
IN OTHERS,I'LL FIND
THE COMFORT I NEED.
AND THROW AWAY THOUGHTS
OF MY OWN SELFISH GREED.
MANKIND IS MY FAMILY,
MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS.
THE EARTH IS MY FATHER,
AND LOVE ,IS MY MOTHER.
AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG
IN LEANING ON THESE,
TO SEEK FOR THE COMFORT,
OUR SIMPLE MINDS NEED.
THE SECOND OF THIS DUO IS A POEM ABOUT ONE OF THE THINGS THAT TEND TO LEAD TO SUCH A STATE OF MIND--THE END OF SOMETHING,BE IT A RELATIONSHIP,THE LOSS OF SOMEONE OR EVEN THE LOSS OF A JOB,WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO GO NEXT. "THE SECOND LAST PAGE"
A PAGE OF MY LIFE,
WAS RIPPED OFF TODAY
BUT,ON THE VERY NEXT SHEET
THE IMPRINT WILL STAY.
TO START A NEW LIFE
REQUIRES A NEW BOOK.
'CAUSE THE IMPRINTED PAGE
IS THE LAST TO BE TOOK.
I'M TOO TIRED AND SHATTERED
AND IN NO CONDITION
TO OPEN THE FRONT
OF A BRAND NEW EDITION.
SO,I'M LEFT WITH THIS PAGE,
NOT WRITTEN ON YET,
AND THE MARKS THAT SHOW THROUGH
WON'T LET ME FORGET.
I CAN SEE WHERE I'VE BEEN
WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING
WHAT HAVE I GOT ?
WHATS LEFT FOR THE SHOWING?
I'D KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS,
AND I'D KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
BUT THE SECOND LAST PAGE
WAS RIPPED OFF TODAY.
posted by tonyfromwindsor | June 13, 2005
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