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Post by charliegee on Jul 22, 2010 9:18:39 GMT -5
it's about .......
it's about sleeping
it's about awakening
it's about helping
it's about loving
it's about asking
it's about receiving
it's about giving
it's about caring
it's about joy
it's about peace
it's about compassion
it's about appreciating
it's about being
it's about doing
it's about praying
it's about living
it's about god
it's about man
it's about you
it's about me
it's about time .....
CG 7/22/10
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Post by ravenscroft on Jul 22, 2010 12:47:16 GMT -5
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic Orders?
And even if one were to suddenly take me to its heart,
I would vanish into its stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear
and we revere it so, because it calmly disdains to destroy us.
Every Angel is terror.
And so I hold myself back and swallow the cry of a darkened sobbing. Ah, who then can we make use of?
Not Angels: not men, and the resourceful creatures see clearly that we are not really at home in the interpreted world.
-Rainer Rilke
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Post by charliegee on Jul 26, 2010 15:06:00 GMT -5
good point ...
we were talkling
some friends and I
about life, it's meaning
what we were doing (here)
my friend said that everything
in his past added up to what
he was today ~ but quickly asked
'but who am I today?' ...
excellent point, I thought
really excellent point ...
CG 7/26/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 27, 2010 4:54:04 GMT -5
plan of action ...
if asked what I was doing
whatever would I say
that I haven't got a clue
that it's always been that way
or would I smile and tell you
the logistics of my plan
would I lay out facts and figures
to tell you who I am
would I dazzle you with wisdom
the splendor of my word
tell you how it's done
in case you haven't heard
would I set your spirit free
as the fire of truth engages
set your soul on fire
as you wander through my pages
would I autograph my writings
as you wait on line to see me
would I tell you of the wonders
the joy it is to be me
I might do all of that ...
reacquaint you with your bliss
or just expose the faker
who is writing stuff like this
CG 7/27/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 27, 2010 16:03:24 GMT -5
maybe ...
there's no more propriety
the age of anxiety
has swalowed us up
and spit us out ...
we can't just live
we can't just be
cause we have to achieve
amass, accumulate
things, experiences
joys, thrills, memories
we can't just live
we've forgotten how
we live according to ...
this or that trend
this or that phase
we skitter, flitter
to and fro
on our little wheels
like hamsters in cages
we spin ~ mistaking movement
for progress
measuring, manipulating
moods ~ adjusting, tweaking
seeking we know not what
for if the wheel stops
we'd have to wonder
we'd have to pause
and feel the silence
deal with the silence
and maybe ~ just maybe
face this thing we call living
with reverence and respect ...
big maybe ...
CG 7/27/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 29, 2010 2:36:12 GMT -5
so sweetly now
there is love in this place
in this space I inhabit
love and a peace
never even dreamed of
god is here and his angels
the saints are all my friends
though some are disapproving
most of them love me
love me like I love them
and my parents - I have their love
and my dear Maryann
always her love ~ always her love
and the people here with me
they love me too ...
and God ~ oh my God
he loves me in a great way ...
there is love in this place
and grace and a peace
never before dreamed of
but savored sweetly now
savored so sweetly now ...
CG 7/29/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 29, 2010 3:05:57 GMT -5
three AM ...
three AM ~ awake and dreaming
tired of sleeping, done with the slumber
ready to walk ~ eyes open, unafraid
though fear says, 'please, don't do it' ...
though caution tells me to slow it
don't show it, things are okay so ...
so don't rock the boat ...
but it seems the boat's already ...
already been rocked and is sinking
though we all walk around
zombie-like, party hats on
toasting our demise ...
like it is something
to celebrate
and in a way, in a way
it is ... die, die, my darling
in order to live ...
hasten your dying
awaken to sleep no more
three AM ~ awake and dreaming
CG 7/29/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 29, 2010 4:08:16 GMT -5
light and it's acquaintances
the light descends
how else should I put it
it comes, it rests
imparts its message
and moves on
to visit another
the sadness too
comes this way
softly, inperceivably
as a surprise
always a surprise
and I welcome them both
as the friends that they are
trusted teachers
in this, this my life
the sadness though
has more depth
more substance
but compliments the light
ever so perfectly
readying me
steadying me
rendering me receptive
all the more receptive
for the next descent of light ...
CG 7/29/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 30, 2010 0:37:52 GMT -5
enough ...
Socrates knew that he didn't know
me? ~ I'm not too sure about that ...
seem to be lost most of the time
still, my heart is full ...
and that seems to be enough ...
entirely enough ~ I think ...
CG 7/30/10
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Post by charliegee on Jul 30, 2010 8:17:43 GMT -5
someday
we said our last good-bye
and not a word was spoken
you just laid there waiting
as I just knelt there broken
you drew your final breath
and your spirit soon departed
while I gathered up my things
so lost and broken-hearted
it was hard to say farewell
after all the years I loved you
and to this very day
I place no one above you
I cried and cried and cried
I was created for you
and then you melt away
the last time that I saw you
and so I went my way
uncertain how I'd do it
you are my all in all
how could I get through it
then light peeked through my darkness
as if somebody heard
the prayers I uttered silently
most times without a word
your spirit came to me
your presence held me near
and somehow through it all
I lost the sense of fear
for you were never gone
you are always with me
I am thankful for the grace
that came along to hit me
to bring me to my senses
to say death is not the end
someday we'll be together
my lover and my friend
CG 7/30/10
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Post by enigma on Jul 30, 2010 12:42:51 GMT -5
You're breaking my heart, Charlie. Bittersweet wonderbeauty.
Just wanted you to know I've been reading and appreciating.
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Post by charliegee on Jul 30, 2010 16:02:09 GMT -5
thanks E ~ appreciate that ~ thanks for letting me know ~
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Post by charliegee on Jul 31, 2010 5:29:31 GMT -5
already
become the love
its not like you
aren't already
its not like ...
there really is
something to
become ...
we fight ...
to maintain
an identity that is
ultimately false
never dreaming
that to give up
the ghost ...
((cause that's what it is))
is precisely ...
precisely now
what needs to be done
become the love
its not like
you aren't already ...
CG 7/31/10
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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 10:11:27 GMT -5
And on a lighter note......
She kept her love in the refrigerator
And on Saturday night I got the leftovers.
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Post by zendancer on Jul 31, 2010 10:23:28 GMT -5
I love you cookies and candy;
I love you oceans of ice cream.
More than even heaps of sweets
I love you hunks.
More than mountains and valleys
And deserts and plains
I love you swamps.
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