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Post by charliegee on Jul 22, 2012 11:57:36 GMT -5
the tyranny of dreams
here I am in dream time
not able to do a damn thing
things that are second-nature
while awake are impossible here
like having you here with me
there is no surprise that you are there
when I fall asleep, it is natural
totally reasonable that you are meant to be
then the lines blur
if you are meant to be, then why not here?
is life a dream as well?
is life a dream as well?
charlie gee 7/22/12
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Post by charliegee on Jul 22, 2012 21:46:54 GMT -5
it is then
and when I come to see you
when the memory of your leaving
becomes a memory
it is then my heart will sing
it is then my soul will soar
as you take my arm
and we walk together
into forever...
charlie gee 7/22/12
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Post by charliegee on Jul 23, 2012 0:22:45 GMT -5
god, I love you
you used to call me your prophet
maybe 'cause of my self-righteousness
maybe 'cause you recognized
my skewed but sincere attempt
to discover truth...
truth is
you were the prophet
the seer, the one-in-the-know
but I didn't know then
but god, I loved you
didn't know what I had in you
until it was almost too late
you rescued me just in time
right before you left this sphere
made sure I was alright
but god, I loved you
loved you in your summer dress
loved with your hair a mess
loved you here, loved you there
god, I loved you everywhere
now, I go through life
crying my heart out
tears of joy follow me
if I were a statue
people would flock to see me
claiming, 'look, it's a miracle'
'the statue is crying'
I was a statue before
you and god saved me
broke my heart of stone
the miracle is you, you in my life
your prophet made a lot of mistakes
almost blew it all to pieces
don't know all that much
but god, I love you
charlie gee 7/23/12
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Post by laughter on Jul 23, 2012 0:38:35 GMT -5
it is then and when I come to see you when the memory of your leaving becomes a memory it is then my heart will sing it is then my soul will soar as you take my arm and we walk together into forever... charlie gee 7/22/12 How can gaining forever be seen as a loss? When the perspective shifts ... when the space of the never-changing vessel is perceived as opposed to the finite water draining out ... How can it be said to lose oneself when the world is served up as replacement? To see the light glint off the water or a piece of brass To really see it For the first time Same as all the other times To get out of the way of what is always all around us To be here Now To feel Fully, directly, filterless, flawlessly To see, to hear, to taste to feel Is it really a sacrifice? Everyone knows of the void Many fill it incessently with noise out of unease at it But all know that it's there All have Bhudda nature All are the body of Christ A dark hallway at night is filled with potential for everyone For some the potential morphs to fear For others not How is trading a cardboard cut-out of an identity for a deep peaceful embrace selling low? How can that be when the value of the cut-out was zero and the price paid infinite? Freedom costs nothing It's the ultimate dip in the market There's never a need to sell it either It can be given to any willing buyer and never lost How exactly is such a deal a loss? Pay the tax collectors better maybe ... the rules seem bent somehow. |
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Post by laughter on Jul 23, 2012 0:59:00 GMT -5
the search ... like a fish that searched for water like a bird who sought the air you were always all around me but I didn't find you there in the seeking I was blinded in the seeking I lost track I was looking in the distance for what was at my back its ridiculous and simple its hidden from the wise the thing you seek, it seeks you and that is the surprise the journey you attempted is complete without a step its all contained within you where all the truth is kept if the devil's in the details god's in the letting go find him in the silence and relinquish all you know its all a little crazy its all a little wild no truer words were spoken 'be as a little child' ... CG 8/12/11 View your hands from a perspective As if you didn't know They were there for your directive 'Cause they're really just God's rows His way to feel to a detective The reach of the divine They move they touch they shape Free of your opines They branch out kind of weirdly Take a really fresh type look Forget the work they've done you Be a blank new open book Whatever will they do next? Did you forget to make a plan? Don't worry he'll find a new way To laugh into his hand See the street outside your house Have you seen it once before? Or is it new today? A way to wonder awe and lore ... |
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Post by charliegee on Jul 23, 2012 13:19:11 GMT -5
life, like Houdini
for so long
too long really
I tried to figure things out
to place a meaning
on the meaningless events
of our lives
it never works, though
life, like Houdini
finds a way to wriggle out of
whatever chains we place upon it
till today, people tell me
well meaning, of course
they tell me how to feel
how to grieve, how to live
how to love...
I thank them for their concern
but I've found a simpler way
I laugh when I laugh
I cry when I cry
charlie gee 7/23/12
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Post by charliegee on Jul 24, 2012 5:49:31 GMT -5
cry, cry, cry
haven't cried today
and it has me feeling bad
it'll ruin my reputation
of always feeling sad
the tears just didn't come
and I wonder why
I usually can be counted on
to produce a heartfelt cry
oh god, where is your justice?
I'm feeling too alright
I need a little waterworks
to make it through the night
I'm listening to the sad songs
but my eyes are clear
I'm starting to get worried
oh dear, oh dear, oh dear
does this mean that I don't love?
can I settle for a smile?
could it be my melancholiness
is going out of style?
I'll sleep on it tonight
maybe dream about my sorrow
but it isn't all that bad
I'll cry again tomorrow
charlie gee 7/24/12
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Post by charliegee on Jul 24, 2012 8:07:42 GMT -5
stages
see her bathed in moonlight
see her washed in dew
to admit that she is truly gone
seems more than you can do
and so you resurrect her
with words you bring to life
an image of her beauty
your lover, friend and wife
the sea reflects her loveliness
the earth tells of her love
her name is written in the sands
and in the sky above
but like the letters in the sand
in the tides they fade
another said so long ago
'do not be afraid'
find your laughter in the air
for tears will reappear
what you love is never lost
for love is always near
it seems my love is born of loss
myself I must forgive
letting go is not the end
there still is life to live
charlie gee 7/24/12
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Post by charliegee on Jul 26, 2012 7:16:57 GMT -5
The Holocaust Museum
I took my grandson, Anthony
to the Holocaust Museum yesterday
we got off at the Bowling Green station
and walked the few blocks to get there
on a lovely summer morning
at one point we were sandwiched
between the Statue of Liberty
out in the water to our left
and the new World Trade building
off to our right
the irony wasn't lost on me
here we were right in the middle
of a great symbol of freedom
and the attempt to take it away
to destroy it outright
after emptying our pockets
and going through the metal detector
I paid for our tickets
and we started the tour
into history, into infamy
Anthony asked lots of questions
the boy has my heart
so sensitive, so caring
and inquisitive
I answered best I could
we marveled
at the scope of cruelty
we fought back tears
at the sight of a baby's shoe
rescued from the camps
after we left
I looked across the water
at Ellis Island and prayed
this would never happen again
though I knew it would
that it was happening somewhere
at that very moment
we decided against visiting
the American Indian Museum
we had seen enough treachery for one day
and while I was tempted to lose hope
to just sink into despair
I looked at my young companion
and felt the light fill me
the boy has my heart
charlie gee 7/26/12
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Post by laughter on Jul 26, 2012 10:04:22 GMT -5
goosebumps Charlie ... thanks very much for sharing that.
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Post by laughter on Jul 26, 2012 10:32:06 GMT -5
stages see her bathed in moonlight see her washed in dew to admit that she is truly gone seems more than you can do and so you resurrect her with words you bring to life an image of her beauty your lover, friend and wife the sea reflects her loveliness the earth tells of her love her name is written in the sands and in the sky above but like the letters in the sand in the tides they fade another said so long ago 'do not be afraid' find your laughter in the air for tears will reappear what you love is never lost for love is always near it seems my love is born of loss myself I must forgive letting go is not the end there still is life to live charlie gee 7/24/12 it is ours to never do it is ours to never die why here why now? to see her sleeping ... like a china doll I told her yesterday if I didn't have her I'd have to make up something else to be attached to to keep me here it is ours to never do it is ours to never die those words fell like a thud when I realized what they meant this life is such a gift and each moment pays the rent the ones I used to love all around me and nowhere its not ours to reason why to expect God to be fair it's not ours to reason why it's not ours to do or die it is ours to never do it is ours to never die |
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Post by charliegee on Jul 26, 2012 13:02:59 GMT -5
it is ours to never do
it is ours to never die
why here why now?
to see her sleeping ... like a china doll
I told her yesterday
if I didn't have her
I'd have to make up something else
to be attached to
to keep me here
it is ours to never do
it is ours to never die
those words fell like a thud
when I realized what they meant
this life is such a gift
and each moment pays the rent
the ones I used to love
all around me and nowhere
its not ours to reason why
to expect God to be fair
it's not ours to reason why
it's not ours to do or die
it is ours to never do
it is ours to never die
excellent, my friend
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Post by charliegee on Jul 27, 2012 12:40:10 GMT -5
stop on red
nothing to attain
nothing to gain
see it so plain
to fall into now
outside, the sound of traffic
intensifies
as the light turns green
charlie gee
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Post by charliegee on Jul 27, 2012 14:18:09 GMT -5
lessons
I realize now how easily I could have pleased you
how relatively simple it was
but I didn't have the benefit of looking
at you from the right side of the telescope
I didn't know that filtering your every need
through the prism of my every need
was selfish and immature
not to mention foolish
I didn't know the simple truths
that would make you happy
to listen to you, to nurture you
to help you when you needed help
I used to say, 'why can't you just ask for help?'
I know now that was the wrong question
I know now the utter inadequacy of words
all I needed to do was do
lastly, I didn't have the benefit of a broken heart
to factor into my decision making
I didn't know how to lead with my heart
I was too stuck in my head
and I don't have to tell you where my head was stuck
that said, I did love you, I love you still
with everything that is within me
as I said once before
I could have loved you better
I could not have loved you more
charlie gee 7/27/12
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Post by charliegee on Jul 28, 2012 23:08:06 GMT -5
the end of the world
if the world were to end tomorrow
and we were all notified
and on the table in front of me
was a veritable cornucopia of chemicals
all my favorite powders, pills
and smokables, I'm hoping the addict in me
would turn them all away in deference
to being awake and alert with the ones I love
I've slept too much already
nodded out while precious babies
played at my feet, innocent
unknowing and in my charge
they trusted me so
though they shouldn't have
they wouldn't have had they
known what I was about at the time
no, this time, even for a short time
I want to be there to hold hands
to hug and caress, to kiss
to say I love you in a clear voice
I want my family and friends with me
to feast, to celebrate the love
we have always shared
through thick and then
I want to laugh and cry with them
to tell stories and to tell how much
we have meant to one another
forgive all wrongs, release all grudges
yes, I do hope the addict in me
would be sensible enough
to throw all the dope away
it is a matter of sense not strength
but somehow I think the diabetic in me
would eat the second and third piece
of seven-layer chocolate cake
and if the world doesn't end
I'd double up on my meds
get back on the straight and narrow
and reconsider the way
I have been living
'cause the night before was pretty cool
charlie gee 7/29/12
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