Week 52 - Detachment

Desperate year
Starving
To learn in the end
Detachment
As blissful as
'Houston we have a problem'
Going all that way out
Looking for a BFF
I found her
Less is truly more
Suspended
Still
Inside

Week 51 - 168 Hours.

I fell down the stairs this week. It;s actually a much needed thing, to fall down a slippery flight of stairs to get real with your life.
I of course, was left with a fervent need not to live again through sludges of bullshit !
And for the ringing in my ear, I have resolved to buy the best earplugs for my iPod I can lay my newly leased hands on.
For the rest of my life, I have resolved even more to put to greater use of the 168 hours a week I am endowed with, like a dowry for a change in life experience as marriage is, I am going to do more and less of what I did last year!

Week 50 - I must be stupid or something.

Don't bother with the duct tape this time,
I'm done with it so
Chuck it away, this old thing
To waste anymore time, scathing
Like I have nothing else better to do

This time it is different
because I can't cry
I can't disrespect my soul
begging, in the labyrinth
I know so well
To bury myself in your darkness

This time, the rocks are dashed
jagged cracks in an old woman's heart
and I see less in my horizon
before my foggy dry years
when I won't even remember what it is
that is broken

I have seen it, o'course I have,
In the thousands of days
I have been yours,
you have wielded it, and given it
but not to me,  and not to me

So, my ship I know will never come
even as I set loose my sail
You lose your way at the start
where your distractions blur me
And I fly away into the orbit where you spin me

Im scared, scared of the nights
scared there will be no loneliness
scared the emptiness wont find me
scared that I can live without the chestful of thumps
scared the sadness wont own me

My body slips on an old woman's skin
whether you do or not do
what you should be doing
just to make this woman smile
Something that made her want
so badly, it killed her.

Week 49 - I am nearing something

But I am not sure I will enjoy it
I know it is what I need and I might not like it
But I have to find it
I am Crocodile Dundee and Pirate of Caribbean
I am about to behold the treaure I know I seek
But there are doubts because I want so much to love
This NEMESIS!

For just one moment, can we do this

Blood - G, donno.

Hunger - er, we do not wear G strings.

Water - Great, why?

War - Google Terrorism.

Canada, let's treat G click, let's air lift, person bloodied, hungry, sheepskin water jug, child not waking to peace and plonk them with G#.

Next G to be held, oh, where gangs are rallying, where they line up for food for half a day, walk a marathon to dig their water and for sound effects, there is nothing like war.

Week 48 - Why that is so sorted out.

The beauty of life,
The beauty of new days ahead,
The beauty of a journey's bend,
The beauty of you in beautiful life.
Thank you for being there yesterday into tomorrow.
Have a prosperous and fulfilling 1433!