GUTS FOR LOVE (revisited)
September 30, 2015
REFUSING DAWN and GUTS FOR LOVE
I can Recognize, but hell, I can’t Realize so well.
I’d drink more coffee but my cardiologist insists I don’t
I’d drink more coffee but my heart man prescribes “not so smart, man”.
I’d think more whiskey would push me to bask at last in a primal light,
but my general practitioner generally frowns about practicing until I get it right.
I’d read more but eyes see less.. I digress,
I’d come 2/pray more/give in/give more/dream-sleep in/weep for once/
walk the lit dark like I used to/ take the darklight I’ve refused to.
I can Recognize, but hell,
I don’t Realize so well.
Right away I’ve forgiven
What I’ve been given.
I might say I’ll take it
What I might now have.
I’ve taken my lot, my vacant lot.
And I’ll water down the ardent growths
That break through spots, my weakest spots.
I’ll wander down the advent of loss.
I’ll instill my wander with intent.
I’ll start to still instill my wander with intent.
(from 2009 & 2010)
|“If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world,|
|you’re heart breaks regularly” -Andrew Harvey|
|since I’ve always remedied the conscious agonies of knowing the world is filled with misery with a simple|
|but there is beauty in the world.|
|a child smiles in one of those shopping cart seats in a grocery store, one of those secret connection smiles,simple innocent soul to burdoned soul and I’m AOK for a moment.|