CG as Muse

[charliegee]

wonderful life

is this what I signed up for?
I wanted bliss, unparalleled joy
I wanted visions and eternal light
an end to tears and heartache

is this what I signed up for?
I got heartbreak and loss
I got buckets of tears
and shadows to crease the light

is this what I signed up for?
I don't know what will turn up
darkness or light, pain or misery
clarity or confusion...

is this what I signed up for?
yes, wouldn't have it any other way
yes, life in all it's intricacy
yes, life as it is...

what I wished for was fantasy
what I got was the miracle
what I'd do is sign up again
life is just so wonderful...

charlie giardino 11/19/12

[silver]

what I wished for was fantasy
what I got was the miracle
what I'd do is sign up again
life is just so wonderful...

We all gotta stop choking each other up, charlie.

[charliegee]

hey yeah... but what else are we gonna do?...

[charliegee]

talkin' turkey

won't you climb aboard my gravy boat
and serve your tender niblets
while upon this festive tablecloth
I'll offer up my giblets

I'll carve your bird quite skillfully
and won't get called for roughing
it seems, my dear, you're ready for
a sweet and savory stuffing

we'll wash it down with pumpkin pie
with cream done up for whipping
I'll deliver up the holiday treats
and charge you not for shipping

we'll thank the lord for what we have
for this life among the living
and love will be left over
from the joy of this Thanksgiving

charlie giardino 11/22/12

[silver]

I'm not quite sure what all I'm picturin' on your Thanksgiving Day spread, charlie.

[charliegee]

it is a feast day in a manner of speaking

[laughter]

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

[laughter]

Nov 23, 2012 21:55:57 GMT -5 silver said:

In my room at the hospital
I was brought my son the day
after he was cut from me and I
gingerly pulled one of his little hands
out of his sleeve so I could get a better
look. I looked him over as if in a slow-mo
dream when I realized that a nurse was
standing in the doorway, looking in on us
and watching. She says, "You're a
primigravida...that's how they act with
their first." I gave a puzzled look. She
explained that means that I'm a first-time mom.
I still didn't know what she was getting at and so
she further explained that first-time moms
are very slow and gentle in their first examining
the baby. Moms who've given birth before will be
more businesslike in the way they handle their baby.
I just shrugged and thought...oh.

When I found my son in bed on Valentine's Day of 2010
before I knew he was...gone, I realized ever so slowly
that something wasn't quite right and I gently touched his face
his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, and got a tissue to wipe his lips.
I gently nudged his shoulder and realized he wasn't just asleep.

Silver ~ November 23, 2012

Very very powerful silver ...

----

Some sounds don’t echo
They reach out to the canyon walls
But the granite is silent
There is no bounce
As there is no analog to the voice

All the love in the world
All the tears of all those who’ve ever lived
Are as to a drop in an empty ocean
The comfort sea

If there ever was a one-sided record
Here it is
No moral to it
No redemption
No silver lining to a mothers grief

This is what can be said by those of us looking in
To say more?
To go beyond sympathy?
Like making a snowball out of the sun

[glimmer]

foam

everything beautiful
brings us home again
to the soundless roar
tumbling over oceans
and here we are breaking
upon the shore
and it's all beautiful
once more

[laughter]

Nov 24, 2012 18:18:42 GMT -5 glimmer said:

foam

everything beautiful
brings us home again
to the soundless roar
tumbling over oceans
and here we are breaking
upon the shore
and it's all beautiful
once more

Everything beautiful
Is in the eyes of a stranger
How long would it take
To count the bubbles that make up the foam?

An instant, in hearing that roar
There is no breaking
As there can be nothing broken

Just find a pair of eyes
Any pair
And really look

[glimmer]

the stranger counts and counts
for believing is the stranger's key
beauty is the interruption

pebbles scatter then
to where they were never disturbed
the stranger is blind

still counting .. stars
.. counting thoughts
.. counting strangers

[laughter]

Nov 26, 2012 17:12:06 GMT -5 charliegee said:

Flight from Acedia

he comes in the sixth hour
flattening the landscape
casting a pall on things
whispering, 'everything is wrong'

you don't want to listen
but the clocks have stopped
time at a standstill leaving life
teetering for balance

nothing moves inside or out
the stale, desert air in heavy decline
the demon watches, bored and jaded
hoping to add to the hopelessness

another body or more
he departs in the ninth hour
trailing the stink of ennui
behind him, yawning deeply

'there is no hope', he cajoles
but the wise ones desist
knowing full well
that the opposite holds true

so they continue with their work
never looking back from their plows
steady, steady on...
subtly smiling now...

charlie giardino 11/26/12

Edgy Chazz ... really good man.

[silver]

me too - what laughter said.

[charliegee]

thanks so much guys... very much appreciated...

[laughter]

Nov 28, 2012 0:13:12 GMT -5 charliegee said:

a soft turning

my heart is full tonight
not because sadness is gone
because joy remains...

the love I sought forever
is here now, in my sight
in my eyes...

nothing to do but accept
as it flies my way
at an unrecognizable pace

all I ever dreamed of
is here, in a way
I never dreamed of

life is only what it is
I've put away my measuring tools
it is too huge...

and love is here
right where she always was
while I was gone...

I'm back and I smile
blessing it all...
what else can I do?

my heart is full tonight
not because sadness is gone
because joy remains...

charlie giardino 11/28/12

“This tapestry is a hopelessly complex mess, rather a travesty than a tapestry”.

Charlie looked up and over at his fellow traveler
Seated in one of the hard plastic airport chairs
They both were smiling now
Different smiles though

“My names ‘Bub”
Bub yawned and continued:
“Hate these layovers man”

Charlie replied politely: “yeah they suck, no doubt about it”

Bub seemingly went back to studying the floor, but he wasn’t done trying to alleviate his ennui:

“It’s like they were trying to meld two completely contradictory themes in this pattern … like trying to hold two completely opposite emotions in their head at one time …”

(his voice dropped to a raspy conspiratorial whisper, as he leaned in Charlie’s direction)

“it just ain’t right, ya’ know?”

Charlie’s smile didn’t waiver, in fact, it seemed to be complimented by a wistful light in his eye: “oh yeah ‘Bub, I know … yeah, I sure do know all about that”. He even threw in a gentle nod.

For some reason, ‘Bub didn’t want to talk anymore.
Charlie didn’t believe him
He’s stubborn that way