poetry

[charliegee]

the strict sense ...

it's half-past forever
and a quarter to the end
time doesn't exist in
the strict sense ...

it's a mental construct
that gives form to our lives
without it we vanish ...
simply disappear ...

there's nobody home
and yet, we go on
painting pain and pleasure
on the canvass of life ...

clouds move swiftly
through conscious skies
colors changing at such a rapid pace
as we stand still, hunker down

and invent the myth of stability
it's a half-past forever
and a quarter to the end
time doesn't exist ...

in the strict sense ...

CG 10/2/10

[charliegee]

not a bad thing ...

this emptiness
this fullness ...
neither word
really applies ...

and yet, both do
wonderful ...
that late in life
peace finds me

the turmoil
the frenzy
of youth
has gone

questions
feelings
emotions arise
then fade ...

I don't feed
the animals
anymore
they've had plenty

to eat from me
over the years
and won't die
if they don't get more

or maybe they will
and that is not
a bad thing ...
surely not a bad thing ...

CG 10/3/10

[lobo]

sunday morning quite
even the leaves hang silently
against the cool autum sky

[charliegee]

yeah, that's it ...

truth cannot be told
I listen to what people
say about it and watch
myself when I think of it

it all sounds good ...
maybe adds up to something
but when all is said and done
I'm left here shaking my head

in utter bewilderment ...
words no longer move me
there doesn't seem to be
any 'aha' moments ...

if any were to come ...
I'd suppose they'd be
totally beyond ideas
and hardly noticeable

except in retrospect
when I would sit up
scratch my head
and say, 'yeah, that's it' ...

CG 10/4/10

[charliegee]

all you can do ...

we're stuck, us humans
trapped in our misery
with no means of escape
and no real desire to try

even our language ...
belies our sense ...
of captivity ...
we ask someone ...

who has been through
a difficult time ...
how are you doing?
their reply, 'hanging in' ...

or 'hanging on' ...
what do we say
in response, 'all you can do'
our desperation is complete

we've cemented ourselves
into living graves by the error
of our thought, by our ruthless
addiction to pain and to misery

imagine for a minute ...
a world that was freer
that didn't take limitation
for truth, a prison to settle in

and get acclimated to ...
imagine asking someone
who's been through a lot
'how are you doing?' ...

imagine their response ...
'oh, I'm letting go' ...
imagine we could say back
'that's all you can do' ...

CG 10/5/10

[enigma]

I llllike it!

[charliegee]

thanks E ...

[lobo]

A little voice cries out
Who am I?
Why am I here?
the answer comes
in silence
always here

[charliegee]

their problem ...

feeling such confusion
wondering what life's about
most people already know
but that's their problem ...

CG 10/7/10

[charliegee]

the ride ...

never had a driver's license
never wanted one and have
done very well without one
problem is in all my years

as a passenger, I never relaxed
and just enjoyed the ride ~ never
settled into my role, instead I watched
the driver and wondered if maybe ...

I should be doing the same ~ controlling
the action instead of being passive
instead of being a passenger ...
but lately my perspective has shifted

and I realize that the idea of control
the notion that I make things happen
is sheer lunacy and so now ...
from here on in, I'll just trust the driver

and enjoy the ride ...
wherever it may take me
I'll just look out the window
appreciate the scenery ...

and simply enjoy the ride ...

CG 10/7/10

[charliegee]

quite free ...

and so, time runs out
the clock winds down
time itself, no longer ...
of the essence ...

becomes a hindrance
a barricade against truth
as it posits a past, a present
leading to the future ...

of an illusion, a self
that only exists ...
in the construct of time
the tick-tock of entrapment

reality escapes the
prison of personal history ...
and shines brightly ...
surely in the brilliance ...

of this moment ...
the light (untouched)
by idea and attachment
to result, it moves ...

among us ...
quite unnoticed ...
quite unembellished ...
and quite free ...

CG 10/8/10

[charliegee]

for me ...

the brilliance of a thousand suns
pale before your light ...
the depth of endless caverns
are shallow in comparison ...

the eloquence of a million sermons
cannot touch your essence ...
the colors of countless rainbows
are lifeless gray before your glory ...

the shine of every known star
count as darkness in your sight
the sweetness of the choicest wine
is bitter and sallow compared to you

the height of the tallest mountain
can't equal your stature ...
the hours of infinity ...
are nothing but sand beside you

the intensity of an eternity of love
can't even approach your throne
the peace of a ocean of silence
is straw and chaff in your presence

and yet ...

your love ...

is reserved ...

for me ...

CG 10/10/10

[charliegee]

your halo ...

found your halo
when I swept today
must have fallen
when you rose to leave

not as shiny as before
it's showing signs of wear
not a problem cause even
angels get the blues ...

doesn't mean I love you less
or lessens my admiration
for you ~ in a way it makes
me see you in a different light

we all try to reach the heights
but sometimes we fall ...
and the fall is sharp ..
the fall is hard ...

and hurts a lot ...
found your halo today
I dusted it off and have it
waiting for when we meet again

so come on over ...
for a cup of coffee ...
a glass of wine
we'll talk, we'll listen

and I'll give it back to you

I have no real use for it ...

CG 10/12/10

[charliegee]

odds and evens ...

I remember the gravity
the heaviness ...
the seriousness ...
of my youth ...

the urgency ...
the pain ...
the thrust ...
the need to know ...

how feelings
ran so deep
they cut through you
the lows were so low

and the highs
what can I say?
I was able to fly and
very often I crashed

now, so much closer
to the end of my days
than to the beginning
things are levelling ...

things are starting
to smooth out ...
oh, I've seen heartache
and I've seen loss ...

heavy loss ...
but it ain't the whole story
no, I've seen mercy
I've seen love ...

and it all ...

well, it all evens out ...

all evens out ...

CG 10/14/10

[charliegee]

'yes' ...

if I had the power
if I could really choose
to change the life I lived
I think I would refuse ...

I've seen my share of trouble
it's not hard to understand
when all the chips are counted
a lot came from my own hand

not all things spell out easy
sickness came to stay
to bring sorrow and confusion
and sweep my dreams away

still I'm not complaining
I am not alone in this
death does not play favorites
all will taste it's kiss ...

if I could leave it there
report on only pain
expound on all the losses
while forsaking all the gain

I suppose I'd have your pity
your sympathy to own
but love has traveled with me
mercy too was shown ...

no, I wouldn't change a second
my intention is to bless
to close my eyes and whisper
and softly utter 'yes' ...

CG 10/16/10