poetry

[enigma]

Oh, sure. Life just gets a bit demanding. I'm starting a fourth business and i have trouble remembering which hat I'm sposed to be wearing. Hehe.
I've been speed reading the posts, though.

[charliegee]

those hats get confusing after a while ...

[charliegee]

sparks ...

the world lies asleep
as we waken
stay quiet and
do not disturb

it's true that our faith
has been shaken
shifted from noun
into verb

for deep in the womb
of their slumber
the seed comes alive
in the dark

it's true there is joy
beyond number
for those who
bring fire to the spark

CG 9/20/10

[charliegee]

of (this) ...

tiredness awakes
fogginess stirs
achiness comes to
early morning grogginess

a Salty Dog is playing
eyes are heavy ...
Tuesday appears
from the endless store

of days ...

of nothingness ...

of (this) ...

CG 9/21/10

[charliegee]

a good night ...

went down to Manhattan
last night, didn't feel like it
felt tired, sore, out of sorts
but went anyway ...

6:00 PM express bus
to 34th street, the talk
was on 36th, some former drunk
author talking 'bout her past ...

her drinking (her lost days)
her conversion (it was interesting)
good speaker (identified with her life)
the lostness, the turning around

the prayer (the prayer) ...
and the lifting as if by magic
of less than productive
of self-destructive tendencies

had a burger and fries ...
a coke (adequate pub fare)
met some friends and actually
got a ride home ...

nothing special but a good night

just a good night ...

CG 9/21/10

[charliegee]

inspired by the last day of summer ...

they sit on park benches
older now, alone ...
they wait for the sun
don't always come though

it's closer to November
than June ~ closer to dusk
dawn was for another time
leaves blow past barren trees

the thin winter light
barely warms the shoulders
of the old coats on the old men
who sit on park benches

waiting for the sun ...

don't always come though ...

CG 9/21/10

[charliegee]

not always charity ...

morning brings clarity
frees us from the falsity
the untruth of dreams
where the dead come alive

where the future is now
the past is present ...
all sewn together ...
stitched in time ...

morning ...
is an eye-opener
showing us how
things really are ...

far from the folly
the lies of the dreamworld
can't help but wonder
though ...

to question
if maybe ...
things are (perhaps)
the other way (round)

morning brings clarity

but not always charity ...

CG 9/22/10

[charliegee]

morning/dawning ...

to wake before the dawn
before the mist clears
right in the thick of it
the hazy holiness

thought still sleeps
so we creep, giggling ...
holding our mouths
in wonder at the sheer

the sheer blessedness
of it all ...

CG 9/22/10

[charliegee]

words fail ...

this fullness, this emptiness
words only get in the way
when I try to express it ...

CG 9/22/10

[charliegee]

poetry ...

when it all becomes poetry
when it all becomes light
no point to reach and yet ...

when it all becomes poetry
when it all becomes air
no urgency, no thrust ...

cloudmist and sunshine
and an end to the fight
when it all becomes poetry
when it all becomes light ...

CG 9/23/10

[charliegee]

watching ...

I watch people all the time
their expressions ...
their demeanor ...
if they're distracted ...

seem happy or sad
amazed that I find myself
on this rotating blue ball
in the heart of space ...

riding on a bus ...
watching other beings
like myself, amazed
that we even exist ...

sometimes I reverse
the telescope and watch
myself and how it is
I manage to get along

without the foggiest idea

what the hell I am doing ...

CG 9/23/10

[charliegee]

life? ...

I sit in my chair
in the early morn
wondering what
to write about ...

as I sat there ...
I felt quite torn
there's not much
that I am right about

my life you see
if truth be told
is no more
than clever fiction

we're told to be
both brash and bold
alive in our
constriction

but who we are
we never know
we just go on
pretending

we go so far
so far we go
in this farce
that's never ending

CG 9/24/10

[charliegee]

only human ...

we're only human
as the saying goes
don't know what that means
it's usually said in sadness

to excuse some
failing or another
my question is
can we move past

this limiting idea
or are we doomed
to live in the error
of our ways ...

as we shrug
and repeat again
ad nauseum
we're only human

CG 9/24/10

[lobo]

cracked wide open
painfully
exquisitely
sensitive
everything touches me
there is nothing I can do

[charliegee]

beautiful, Burt ...