Want something Want nothing Avoid everything Do nothing Drift Hard to pin down What to want Or do Hard to keep on focus Hard to want to So what is that about Tomorrow get up and try Try to make it Mean something Drifting only works In the sun On a raft On a river Drifting does not work In life
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Drive in and park Just getting a muffin Big white van pulls up Big face shouts at me You know what you did Yes you do Probably talkin on your phone Yes you were Well I called the police Idiot So I get the muffin Heart beating fast now And driving home I don't know why I want to cry Getting yelled at I'm not good at that That shakes me up Don't want to ask why Just want to calm down And get on with it Neon green by our feet
Forest green above us Poison sumac to the side Purple red spikes Dust and gravel under our feet Sky peeks through the trees Birdsong all around us Peaceful everywhere Everything seems pointless Why should I try What is the point I don't deserve to be happy Of course you deserve it You are worthy You are good You are deserving You are enough You have enough You do enough You are good enough And tears ran down His face as he repeated After me I accept myself Exactly as I am I accept all my thoughts and feelings As part of myself I accept myself And love myself After two years of searching We stumbled on this today I don't deserve to be happy This is a big one And I hope it sticks I hope he can keep at Learning to love himself Such a basic thing So hard to do Please keep trying You so deserve to be happy You were always good enough Beautiful boy It might be useful To stop and think Now and then Think about why I do the things I do It would be helpful To know if I'm Doing it for me Or doing it for them If it's for me Do I need it And why And if it's for them Do they even want it So the next time I find myself racing Trying to help someone Only to find out they are Still asleep I need to say Is this for me Or for them And why am I Trying so hard While they are Still sleeping Knowing that Might be useful White water comes crashing down
Over the rocks Into the ground White water Rocks and ground and water Cold water comes rushing by Over my rock Under the sky Cold water Rocks and sky and water Still water settles down By hundreds of rocks Quieting sounds Of water Rocks and sound of water Lying here watching it all Watching the river And the waterfall It's water Rocks and sun and water Sun and sky and water Lying in the water We snuck down the path Behind abandoned buildings Over rocks and Down gravel and sand Until we came to The river We clambered over Boulders made our way Down to the icy water And waded in Catching our breath At the cold We sank in up to our necks And finally climbed up To sit on the rocks In the sun We talked and talked As the river rushed down Over the rocks And past us and Swept away again Who does it serve To confront the one who abused The one who neglected Could they ever admit Would they repent Or more likely Deny Make threats Or explain forever and on The reasons The excuses Can the confrontation Help the abused The neglected Perhaps It might bring satisfaction In the moment And could lead to Healing And require more strength More determination With each denial Each excuse It could help This is the question We as helpers Must ask We do not have the answers We must remember this She is so lovely Perfect skin Whispering mouth So full Unconscious of her beauty As she bends over her baby And murmurs Negrita She is not willing to Ask for help Not from me So she makes a plan To look elsewhere Seek answers Find peace with Someone else I must let this be It is her life Not mine The city was bombed In the war Nearly every building gone Determined The people set to Remaking their city Soon and well Now the few Old and quaint buildings That remain Are wedged between Architectural wonders Globes cubes Fantastic fans That have risen From the ashes Artists too have Followed the path New and strong Their work is everywhere A bronze tree hangs suspended Above the river bank Fifteen foot marble gnome Eats an ice cream cone Unknowable hamburger monster Greets travelers Twenty foot sausages In pink green red coral Line the canal New replaces old Old not mourned here Determination is celebrated In new forms that rise All around And rejoice this new re creation |