Sunday, September 25, 2011

New hope in your eyes I have never seen before
Hope and life replaced death and despair
Making plans, childlike excitement
Preparations for a new harvest
All the while the wounded raven watches, envious and hungry
The land is fertile,
Conditions prime
Love blooms like never before; innocent and new
It is time
But the raven cries out
You, in all your kindness take mercy;
forgetting the raven can be cunning and selfish,
you drop your seeds only to be devoured.
Sight of the beautiful harvest that was to be now lost,
you embrace death and despair once again
for they are your readily available commiserators.
I wanted to be strong for you,
but how can despair heal despair?
You have lost your way once again;
farming fruitless lands.
Day by day I watch your land wither.
Can you hear the earth of your land?
She cries out for you.

Monday, May 30, 2011

I am really overly tired at this moment and not sure if my thoughts will be conveyed well.

I took a walk today; it was really beautiful out but I was in a somber mood. I even pondered what it would feel like to jump off the bridge I was sitting on as i dangled my feet over the edge. The grass beneath was so serene and green and appeared puffy as long blades and tall wildflowers swayed with the warm, and somewhat assertive wind. I could hear my walking partner say in the background, "If I jumped I would surely die!" But my eyes remained fixed on the ground and my mind continued exploring the possibilities of what jumping down would be like. Would I really die? Would the fluffy bed of grass welcome me and surround me like a big grassy blanket? Would I roll? Not likely, at least not from that far up. Would I hit my head and die instantly or would I break my bones and die slowly? All of my questions would be answered with one instantaneous decision.

I've made so many decisions in life this way. As the Nike slogan says, "Just Do It!" I got a stupid tatoo on my foot this way. I have obtained a dog and a pet lizard this way. Hell, some of my children were probably conceived this way. So why couldn't I just go for it this time like I did when I was a kid and I jumped off the top of the monkey bars before I talked myself out of it?

I guess the answer is that I wanna live. I want to someday have hopes and dreams and achieve goals. For now, I just wanna "be". I wanna feel free to just be me. Free to be me for once in my goddamn life. Be the me that accidentally squirts my Corona beer all up and down a strangers back because of my clumsiness. The me that is really late for your party even though I tried my damndest to make it on time. The me that will give you everything I own if you needed it. The me that is shy and insecure at times but opens up slowly with trust. The good and the bad, the pretty and ugly, the positive and negative, the yin and the yang.... me. (: