Writers Log #22

I’m currently

Spending the week

In a quiet retreat

To write and study Master Class.

I’m hoping to put some really new thoughts

Down…

We will see…

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I don’t think I’m going to ask anything of 2020

I don’t want to make a list against myself or God or the universe…

I’m going to keep the same goals

The details

The consistency

Less processed foods

Less drinking

Gym

Water

Meditate

It’s in the details….

I’ve been writing more

And I’m getting a book published

So I’m working on more manuscripts

I’ve been learning music

So I will probably stay with that…

I’m not going to tell you what to do…

But if you’re not going to give yourself your best

What’s the point

Why love everyone else more

Or expect anything from a year

Or prime ….

Keep it together

And see where you are

How far you’ve come

It might feel the same

But when you look back

You ran it well

Shine a light

It’s the universe pulling you together

It’s there in the growing

You know, you’re going to be fine.

What else is there?

Bookends

There’s no perfect life

There’s just life

I felt I was treading water

And nothing would ever break

Unless I shook the chains

It felt like I was drowning

I soon realized

Life is simply what you make of it

No more

No less

Extraordinary doesn’t show up in the mail

You have to reach for it

And create it

The universe is constantly expanding

Its living

And it’s dying

Sometimes

Pain is actually growth

Sometimes

Rain

And darkness

Are actually

Hollowed out

Bone on bone

Whittled away

Seasons gone

And there are years

That ask of us

And there are years

Filled with waiting

And there is life

And life only …

The street you live on

They’ve been spoon fed

A promise

They can not be sure of

But everyone keeps shouting

Which side are you on

—–

Between these newsfeeds

These city streets

The potholes fill the road

It’s just a broken down soul

Can we still live here?

—–

And she says love’s not worth it

But right now

Love is all we have

No matter how deep the hurt

—-

They’re digging up the old graveyard

Trying out the old noose

But no body

Feels any pain

And no body

Feels anything

—–

They’ve been spoon fed

A promise

And they shout

But no body

Hears anything

And they dance

But no body

Sees

And she cries tonight

And she breaks

And she fights

And tonight

I don’t see

I don’t feel

I don’t hear

Anything….

—-

This long time

Old soul

Broke

A long time ago

And this pain fills my chest

Just like ….

And it wrecks the street I live on

Just like…

—-

tonight

I don’t see

I don’t feel

I don’t sleep

I don’t hear

Anything….

The last dream you built

The last year inside the house you built

She said it’s ok if you can’t sleep

It’s just the sounds inside your head

All the stories you dread

It only takes some time

To get used to

—–

Outside

The clown goes mad

The media’s on repeat

He can’t figure out

It’s all marketing

He’s selling the future

But he’s still standing there naked

——

Inside

And up the stairs

Dylan lights a match

Stops and laughs

Says he’s about to go electric

I stop typing

And hand him another cigarette

—–

Down the street on the corner

Of lost and found

Seeking out some caffeine

Her eyes keep me at arms length

I reached in my pocket

Handed her a Honees

She smiled running her fingers through my hair

And kissed me

—-

Hendrix walks in

Sighing, asked for some help with his lyric….

—–

These times are all black and white

The youths ran away

With the color….

She cries

And says there’s no more room left to create in

I laughed

And said the sky is falling over

It’s only, the mirror…

Olympian

In the winter of your youth

With the rains on your back

You’ve heard all the stories

You grew up with them

You’re not looking back

——-

And it’s no use to sit and wonder why baby

These times

They’re our times

If you don’t know by now

—–

She keeps petals in her pocket

To keep the winter from changing her

And it seems

She’s circled by the news

Gunshots in the distance

They’re bagging up the hope

For all the dreams

Out in the street

——

She’s out talking among the trees

In her bare feet

Feeling the dirt

To keep her fires burning

——-

If you don’t know by now

These days are Olympian

These times are changing

——

And it seemed that knowledge was flooding the gates

Bloodied by the truth that waits

But time,though it froze

It did not hesitate

To cease the people crying

These days are our days now

Do what you will with them…

But history will not hesitate

To relate

What happened here

At the closing of that long dead year…

Sobering Stone

She said,

I think

we all have decisions

We eventually regret

And I think,

the worst pain,

Is realising

You’ve become someone you love’s regret,

She said she could see it in his face where once there was love, and he was pouring the coffee down the sink, now there was only regret…

And

It’s a hard,

Hard fall from grace…

But it’s a rock solid sobering stone.

I’d Rather Go Blind

I don’t know,

What I knew,

All I know,

Is walking out the door

II

Maybe it’s the

Hurricane in me

Maybe it’s the world of pain in you

We hold tight to each other

Skin on skin

I don’t know why we hurt each other

Maybe it’s the hurricane in me

Maybe it’s the world of pain in you…

III

They say there’s thousands that will do just fine

But for me

There’s just one woman…

IV

We love each other

And we hold each other

We use each other

Take the best of each other

We wound each other

Until morning comes

And all that is left

the shadows of us

Aching in the bed

VI

And I don’t know

What I knew,

All I know;

I’d rather go blind

Than watch

Her hurt

I’d rather go blind

Than watch her walk away….