Spring

Spring is the time for love to bloom any and everywhere.

It is the time for children to have fun with their kites.

Spring is a season unlike any other season.

Spring signals the cupid with his arrows of love.

Her

Her eyes sparkle like the morning dew.

Her voice is a gentle whisper upon my neck.

Her touch is that of a thousand rose petals.

She glows with the light of a hundred moons.

When she is around it seems to always be a warm spring day.

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I have no clue who this is about or when I wrote it.  It was so long ago.

Untitled Poem #2

There is a void in ones life when one is not doing what they love.

This void can only be filled with what one loves to do.

That is all, I mean it.  No more.


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If you can read this you went too far.

Untitled Poem #1

This is not a poem...it is just some words set in a logical order which form a paragraph.

So when you read this you can think of it as a poem...but it would probably be best not to.

That is all.

Poetry

I recently found a stash of my old poetry.  Most of this was written when I was young, around Jr. High.  I wrote a lot of this as a kid who had a hard time finding a girlfriend and an even harder time finding who I was.  I was in that awkward phase of life where I was forming and identity and had a very difficult time deciding what I was going to be.  I was jumping between skater, goth, slightly grunge and sometimes even mixed these all together in some amalgamation of Teen Spirit meets ICP meets Korn meets Garbage meets Elton John meets Journey meets Garth Brooks.

As you read the poetry remember I had no clue what I was doing.  I was trying to be pretentious and edgy and emotional and thought provoking but all it ended up being was a blender full of words, phrases, and teen angst.  

So...enjoy this romp through a teenagers failed poetry and feel free to comment, make fun, and laugh with me as my wife, my family and I have already done.  I will save the best (or worst depending on how you look at it) for last. 

ENJOY!

Lone Shoe

I was driving to work one morning and I saw, in the middle of the road, a single, solitary, lone children’s shoe.  It was lying there, on its side, oblivious to what was going on around it.  Seemingly oblivious to the fact that it had found itself there in the road among armadillos (who did not quite make it) and debris freed from the confines of an automobile.

This shoe, lying there with no real understanding, aroused in me many thoughts.  I was curious where it came from.  I wondered if it was attached to the foot of some child or if it found its current resting spot from a pile of refuse. 

If it had been attached to the child, what happened?  Was that child a part of some hideous accident or did this shoe end up where it lay due to the carless kick of said child?  If it was the accident, what happened?  Was the foot still in the shoe, separate from the body?  If so, where is the foot now?

If it was just some carelessness from a child, what was going on?  Was their foot hanging out the window and then the shoe was gone?  Was the show thrown out by a sibling in either rage, jealousy, or the innocent act of play where the shoe was a bomb released from a plane but instead of finding its mark it was swooped out the window?

I will never know the circumstances that surround this lone shoe lying in the middle of the road amongst the chaos of traffic going one way and the other.  This shoe will remain a mystery to me.  I thank those who speculated with and for me.  Truth is, we will never know, much like we will never know what really happened to JFK, what is Big Foot, and if Atlantis is more than a great SciFi continuation. 

Revelations and Evaluations

Every so often in life you discover things, learn things, or stumble upon hidden secrets and, when these find themselves at home in your wellspring of knowledge, you have two very different reactions; you may often wish that you never heard them, choosing to stick your head in the ground like the mighty ostrich or you assimilate this knowledge gladly like the Borg do of a new unsuspecting crew.  Rare does such information elicit a mediocre shrug of disinterest.  Both deposit knowledge and sometimes one most look close to see the cost.

The revelations of the later variety are great and happy and always bring with it some sort of joy.  These can be negative events or knowledge but positive to the ear of the hearer for any number of reasons.  Some of those reasons can be because we are depraved humans looking for what can benefit us and what can work out to get me what I want; jealousy and selfish ambition is what is at work here.  Maybe the opposite is true and that revelation is positive and brings with it joy because the simple act of the knowledge being acquired is beneficial with no hurt to anyone else and that makes it all the more sweet.  Of course, the two do not have to be separated and can play off of each other but that is perhaps for another day.

Today I speak of those unwanted revelations that make you uncomfortable, or angry, or sad, or make the hair on your neck stand, or those that make your stomach churn like the waters under a river steamboat.  You know the ones I am talking about.  Those revelations that so shake you that you feel you just went through a massive earthquake while at the same time going through a rock tumbler.  Those are the ones of which I address today.

Have you ever been told something that hits you in the gut and knocks the breath out of you?  I think we all have.  How do you react?  How do you assimilate this knowledge?  How do you move forward knowing this and acting as if everything was okay?  All good questions and I think not all of them can be easily answered.  Each of us is different, with our own values, our own character, and our own set of life shaping events.  We all think differently and we know it.  “You don’t understand me,” is often true because sometimes we just do not.  We want to comfort one another with this but realistically, we do not understand.  We want to but we do not. 

I digress a bit because…well…I can.  It is my blog and so I do what I want.

Back to the revelations!

I think those bad/negative revelations (can also be unwanted) challenge us and motivate us.  They shape us and mold us.  They confront us with ourselves and force us to evaluate who we are, where we are, what we are doing, where we are going, and yes…even what part we may have in this. 

When we evaluate we look at, examine closely, and even reassess ourselves.  If life were just one pleasant event after another, one positive revelation after another, how would we grow?  Would we become dynamic or remain static?  We always second guess ourselves, always seek the easy way, and we always want to be right but we need to realize that it is the other stuff in life that builds our character.