the beauty
of
objects
a
clinging
beaming
testimony
to
tilts of taste
a renaissance
cradled
in
a single
breath
an
intricate
redeemed
reflection
in an
ancient
mirror
the proof
the evidence
of
life
Feeling off,unmotivated as the season starts to change.Not depressed just an absence of mental vibrancy, of health itself.
Here is my plan I share with you to turn this thing around.I will wake inordinately early a shock to the system.My research shows that mindfulness imperative to aiding in the process. To lead me to renewed gratitude and hope and joy.
Exorcise is important too.Proper rest.No more no less.Nutrition not an option.The rule.
Ready or not reboot.
Languishing in a pitiful place
Extinguishing feelings from my face
Why bother feeling the hurt and pain?
I curse my tears with utter disdain
Languishing at a pitiful pace
Extinguishing laughter from my face
Why bother laughing to numb the pain?
Let me just sit here under the rain
Languishing in this meaningless maze
Extinguishing purpose from my face
Why bother living this life of pain?
Should I end it with a final refrain?
In the still of the morning, before the sun has
shone her face,
Before the light reaches out and traces my familiar space,
Quietly I retreat, with meditative thoughts,
The gentle steady breath of our sleeping dog,
The murmur of appliances, running night and day,
Funny I don't notice, after the sun has pushed her way,
Nearing 6 a.m., quiet as can be, cherishing these moments
Grateful for the Sanctity.
January 11, 2017
While languishing, I find myself (again)
forlornly wandering into this room.
I spy the one for which I have a yen,
but merely watching cannot quell my gloom.
A blue, like robins’ eggs, and cherry red,
the colors of her roses that entice,
adorn the velvet sheet of white that’s spread
upon this temptress, stimulus for vice.
I know I should be strong and never start,
but like some rodent crazed, I want to crawl
my way into that center creamy part,
then wallow there and feel no guilt at all.
But since I'm sweetly beckoned, I partake,
my diet foiled by luscious birthday cake.
Gospel true words of warfare appear
against spiritual enemies wield
They are meant to devastate
Better served as pruning hooks plow shears
amongst friends so they with care may appreciate
the fruit as not to consume to the root
So when he builds
he has more than shoots -
a grook on the word of God
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