Friday, April 25, 2014

Just I.

 So many were trying just to survive. 
I wanted to thrive. 
Take this world by a storm. 
I knew I could but I had no plan.
 No savings. 
No financial bearings. 
I entered this world. 
A new beginning. 
Not understanding I stepped out into this chaos called reality.

So many were trying to find food. 
While We ate Our fill and spoke of ways to lose the calories.
 To the extent that TV shows existed which focused on who can lose the most weight. 
While We gained weight watching the shows. 
We worried about bikini bodies and jean sizes while they starved. 
Paid out money for weight loss surgery.
But had nothing to give the poor.

So many needed shelter. 
A home to keep their children safe. 
I would walk into a strangers home and be surrounded by wealth. 
Their designer clothing. 
Their designer friends. 
Their designer food.
And I wondered if maybe they had room in their vacation home for those who needed shelter. 
Probably not.

So many needed basic human rights. 
While We screamed about sexism in the work place. 
And who reserves the right to decide if a woman kills her child? 
And do we really think it is fair to be punished for our crimes?
Even when We know We are guilty.
While They were beat in the streets. 
Nobody blinked.

So many were under the communistic thumb. 
While Our freedom started to drain.
We rushed to hand over our rights to arms. 
Pretending We knew what We were doing. 
Pretending the bad guys don't get the guns.
We will be safer this way.
That's what We said.
We forgot how to think for ourselves.
To understand the consequences of Our actions.
We let history repeat itself.

So it was that I came to realize. 
I am not part of We. 
I am just I.
 Still coming out of the womb screaming and kicking into a mess of idiots and contradictions. 
Alone.
I know that a new We can exist.
I hope I find you somewhere in this storm.
And we can start the new We.
A new world.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Just Butter Please

Just the butter
I don't bother with syrup
I used to out of habit
A little syrup and a lot of butter
Why bother?
Let's face it I am in it for the butter
Now my love he only wants the syrup
I feel like this is a sign
Perhaps this is proof that opposites attract
So do similarities though
Two extremists after all
My cat, Sorin, plays the sneak game with me
I'm sure you know it
I turn my head he gets closer
I look at him he is frozen
He plays it well
But today it made me wonder if this is the greatest metaphor for life
When you're not looking
It comes for you
Life
They say I'm young,"life hasn't hit me yet"
Makes me wonder what I am living right now if it isn't life
Also when will it hit?
When I'm not looking?
Sneak up on me with claws sharp
If I turn will I be able to stop it?
Cats are great teachers
Philosophers if you would
I look at Sorin and tell him 'life hasn't hit you yet"
He barely looks up
He isn't worried
We both know it's a lie
I found him on the streets
Life has hit us all
Whether the outsiders accept it or not
Maybe I should have added a little syrup for their sake
Next time I will
It is hard to accept the idea of just butter

Hear No Evil........

Whispered secrets
Vows to keep
Shame
Anger
Shock
Love 
Trust
Loyalty
Your silence honored
Forever my friend

October Again

I visited you for possibly the last time
Every time I walk out the doors I wonder
Life has taken it's share
Maybe that was humanity's deal with the devil
Let us live here and when we grow old earth and demons can take their revenge on our bodies
I doubt it
This is not Satan's domain
No demon is taking you
I remember in October we talked about death
You told me you were nearly 80 and had lived a long life
You still don't want to die
It is hard to think that soon you will be gone
It is unavoidable
No person can stop the end of the path if you stop walking it comes to you
Still I wish there was a way
I don't want to be standing next to my father as he buries yet another brother
I want to be standing beside both of you as you talk about buried treasure and dig in the soil with tools
But the time has passed for those things
Now we set on couches and talk about the past
And I dread when I will no longer drive to this house because your chair will be empty
Like it is October all over again I cry
Because there is nothing else I can do
My hope for you is that when you reach the end of the path it is beautiful
Hopefully we will meet there someday and catch up on all the years we lost
When you were just a stranger to me with beautiful blue eyes
Until then I pray that the last of your days are warm and loving
And always that I get to see you one last time before the path ends