When there's an opportunity do you go for it???When there's something you haven't done would you do it?? If there's a chance you can take would you take it? In society we are trapped in cages by our minds because fear holds us back from accomplishing our dreams.. Now just imagine if fear didnt exist today.. This world would be a different place...
I wished you could be fresher in my memory. There are some details of you that go missing with time and while all I want to is for time to pass so I can either see you again or completely forget about you, I would also like for time to stop so that I can never forget your voice or the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed at what I said even when I wasn't trying to be funny.
Of course there are some details I will never forget like the warmth that vibrated through my heart as you would ask for my opinion, or the way time really stooped when my eyes met yours. But sometimes as I live other crazy experiences without you, as I discover scars in other people and start to live to their rythm, lately even miss other people almost the way I miss you, I want to be reminded of you. I want your memory to fill my senses and tell me that it's okay to be vulnerable, just like you used to tell me back in those summer days.
In the moments where I feel most at peace or must vulnerable, I think of you. Because you thought me how to feel, you thought me that feelings are all that we need in this world. And I want to thank you by remembering you but sometimes all I can recall is how you made me feel rather than the way you looked or the way you sounded. But that in itself is enough to make me feel warm again, to make me feel valid again and to give me the full certainty that missing someone is the sweetest torture there can be felt. It puts contrast between good times and bad times. It makes you want more out of every moment, but in the same time gives you a safe place to run to when your thoughts spin out of control.
So I will allow myself to feel, to miss you and the people in my life who changed me the minute I started talking to them. And I will tell myself that even if I didn't have many minutes with those persons, I now have the memory of them and I know that at least she will never leave my sight.
-Mct// A meditation on longing.
“A Poet’s Preces”
How might I write that will glorify You today?
I’m praying for four stanzas.
Assemblage of right might; bright light to show them along.
Prodigal not prodigy, the instrument dull:
“Lead the way!”
Plastic coffee cup lids littered from passing cars,
Spin and cartwheel down the street,
Look like many, mini Skil saw blades to avoid.
Pleading; please! To go deep within. Touch, gush forth Love.
The news: scars!
Leaves peppering out of the back of a pickup
Truck look like bullets and mis-
Siles; a volley of them of which I must dodge and
Navigate between if I’m to survive. “God help me -
Take this cup!”
The greatest prayed prayer is “God you are in control!“
A pious poet does pray...
In multitudes of mediums, they’re so varied,
Wise words dull and heal the pain of a world so fallen.
“Save my soul!”
- Gary Edward Geraci
nothing has been good enough for me. i wrote this mediocre haiku. no, i do not seek pity, i seek release. I’m trying to fight this war but it feels like me against me......
what keeps me going? one thing which will never give up on me, my ever beating love for poetry and its healing properties. just waiting for them to kick in.
not a thing worthy
plant’s food now venom
loneliness was bliss
illusive shoulder angels