Draw The Curtain (a poem)

I draw the curtain on misery

to keep that imposter at bay.

Refusing to allow pain its' entrance

I keep them both shaded away.

 

Do not even let them step in

no matter what excuse they use

I've hung blinds on my heart

holding back their related blues.

 

Was a time I knew them well

way back, quite a few years.

They had a real joyous ride

but all I got were tears.

 

Finally, got them out of my life

and this I know for certain;

I'll keep pain shaded away

and on misery, I'll draw the curtain. 

From Deep Within

Might it be that our creations

deep from within the womb of the bard

are the real sovereign resting places

tethered to hills in our mental yards.

 

the delusions we adeptly create

cushions us from woes and the grief

allowing for at least a tidbit

of life's pleasures and relief.

 

whereon we do dance and twirl

till our souls create the route

rocketing us thru the heavens

loitering, till the stars burn out.

Craving Your Words

Your creativity still inebriates

your words bring such a high

the entanglements of your thoughs

soar my emotions to the sky.

 

I longed for your special phrases

my craving is as an addition

just needed a few of your words

as treatment for this affliction.

 

Not alcohol, coke or blow

nor any kind of smoke or weed

can compare to a writing of yours

which is just what I need.

 

Physical Therapy

I went to PT this morning and the muscles n my neck and shoulders were tight and pulled when my head was moved in either direction. I need to do plenty of stretching exercises to get these muscles stretched and more fluid. My concern is that these muscles will snap back into a tight or drawn up condition when I return to work. This tight condition raises concerns that when I am using these muscles (painting or drywall mudding) the potential for re-injury is increased. That raises my level of concern and I wonder if I will be able to freely work without being concerned about injury. I will work to improve these muscle conditions. I am not a timid worker. 

I Write

I Write

I write when my heart is alone

and when your voice speaks.

I sing my favorite song

and clap and pat my feet.

 

I write when I feel you

and swell as you draw near.

I rave, yes I really do,

when I know you are here.

 

But most of all I write

when all else might fail.

My heart takes its flight

as my senses set to sail.

 

I find there's no other way

to expend this soulful fight

than to grab my pen each day

and sit down...and I write.

Comments

I Write. I write because I can bring creations alive and take trips through emotions and memories and fix them in readable form. Often a tiny thought might be expanded to a story that I had no idea was there until it arived. I love to create verses and get a serious charge from it.

Fishing Trip

I went fishing today at the Mississipi River near Alton by lock and dam #26 and the water was higher than the last time I fished there. Though the skies were overcasted rain was not expecte until later in the day but it began to rain within an hour of my arrival. The rain came down throughout the day and the temp dropped some also.

Fishing

It is 4:50 Am Saturday morning and I am wondering should i go fishing. The temp is about 50 and it may be one of the last opportunities I my have to fish before the cold really sets in. I think I will go fishing.

Poetry

OLD MAN FLIRT

Lady, let me flirt with you

B'fore I forget the reasons why

I have not forgotten the fluidity

Of a lusciously moving thigh.

 

Let me smell the nectar

You whisk up in the air

or just a tiny little whiff

from the flavor of your hair.

 

Ma'am, let me just say

I like those sultry lips.

The way you sway in step

tunes your moving hips.

 

I may as well say it

I am caressed by your smile.

And the strength of your gait

shows you've got the style.

 

I beg you, don't be angry

at my bold and forward talk.

Not meant to insult you

I bathe in your sultry walk.

 

See, I mean you no harm.

No way do I tend to hurt.

Chose you for my last lustful look

and my final wayward flirt.

Physical Therapy

Friday, October 31, 2003

I am recovering from muscle strains in the back of my neck and shoulder blades. I have to go to physical therapy to have the muscles worked with a heated power massager. The therapy is good but the time it takes tears up a big part of the day.