Not sure which way this day's gonna go
It's really kinda early to tell
Could be happy, could be a downer
Could be a day from hell
No guarantees, we wake up feeling fine
Then kerpow, we suddenly get hit
That's followed by a series of other disasters
The day's a write-off bit by bit
Still tomorrow for us guys to look forward to
At this point, it looks pretty good
At least we have all the modern conveniences
Don't have to collect and chop wood
Can always find a positive just take time to look
Lucky we don't live in the thirties
Without the Net and TV to hold our attention
Must have been a boring journey
There was always radio to hold our attention
As we sat staring off into space
Listening intently to each word spoken
With a far away look on our face
Each generation is more advanced than the last
They call it progress methinks
Sometimes I wonder if progress is a good thing
Or eventually will drive us to drink
Moment when tired hits and you're in a daze with eyes glazed over staring off into space
It's your life,
Guess you needed a change.
You put one in my heart,
At close range.
The dreams we shared,
They never came true.
I guess you were bullting,
When you said, " I Love You".
I knew when we met,
It was marriage or murder.
I believed we had the
Perfect merger.
I remember you,
Staring off into space.
You were plotting,
Your change of pace.
It was hard to swallow;
I don't matter anymore.
You said forever;
I remember, you swore.
For you the feeling,
Is no longer there.
I had no time to
Think or prepare.
If I would have known,
That it ended like this.
I would have never allowed
Our lips to kiss.
It was not because
You wanted to be free.
You went with him
Instead of me.
Just like that,
You change your mind.
I guess for you,
It was GOODBYE TIME.
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Out of his mind
lost all control
Whither his soul
Mad as can be
completely insane
Whereto his brain
Garbled speech
making no sense
Illogic dispensed
Here he comes now
staring off into space
Kindly greet him with grace…
He’s a card-carrying member
of our crazy rat race
Here's a question that I wish
to ask about a zebrafish
No, not about how it looks --
I can use the Internet or books
I want to know just how despite
missing eyelids to block its sight
this little fish of black and white
manages to sleep at night
So I looked and found some information
regarding homeostatic regulation
And if you ask me what that is
I'll reply with this analysis
We see in most land-based creatures
this constantly occurring feature
That if deprived of sleep one night
animals tend to set it right
They make up their sleep the next few rounds
a trait the scientists call 'sleep rebound'
And now I have some news for you --
That's precisely what zebrafish do
As well, when asleep they float in place
as if they're staring off into space
They float horizontal or head up slightly
and I learned, they do this nightly
So, I'm happy that my wish was granted
~ and that zebrafish don't sleep slanted
Wishing I was home,
In my easy chair all alone,
No one near to bother me,
No worry or stress, my mind is free.
But here I am at work,
Having to smile at some jerk,
Between us there is no love,
Someone I’d love to be free of.
My body is at my desk,
But my mind is on a quest,
To be on a beach in Belize,
Watching a sunset in a cool breeze.
In a beautiful sunlit land,
With a Pena Colada in my hand,
Arm in arm with a beautiful girl,
Away from my suffocating work world.
So if I appear to be staring off into space,
My mind is in a beautiful place,
Not bothered with nonsense any more,
Basking on that distant tropical seashore.
I have to thank the night shift.
With nothing else to do I stumbled across you by mistake.
With most of the work almost done.
My ears took a stroll.
Four hours left before I clock out.
My Pandora took an awkward twist.
A long pause of an ad, the quirk of a song I haven't heard before.
Before I could hit the skip button I realized that I found something I had no idea I was missing.
I paused in momentary combustion.
This orchestra of cool followed by bass.
And to think I would tragically have been mistaken to skip along.
Staring off into space.
I have nothing to offer except my ear.
Shamefully I can admit.
I have never had someone to come and visit me on the clock.
But I could get use to it.
Just my opinion.
This psychedelic feeling that found me twiddling my fingers.
Nothing much to do.
Except fall in love unexpectedly.
Four hours later the same song stuck in my head.
This station all the more better
Stumbling into you out of the blue
Look into my eyes and you will see
How my soul is so empty
Their is no one home inside of there
All as you can see I do is stare
My restraints hold me down in place
As I keep staring off into space
Still in this sedated state
I can hear you talking to me
Saying how someday I will be free
From this ward and psychiatric place
And that I am not here to waste away in my mental state
I want to talk and tell you how I feel
And what got me to this point is such a big deal
I have really went through an ordeal
I really want to squeal
But I can't and lay here motionless
I feel so useless
What can I do?
What can I say?
Am I going to pass away?
Or live and fight for another day?
Last night I lay in the darkness of my room
like i always do
Me, a dim lamplight and thoughts of you
my only companions
Everything was still
Till I could listen to first pit pattering of raindrops
Upon my. Windowsill
Falling, falling gently
down my amber rose leaves garden.
Falling gently ,wildly, gushing , drumming,
Like your heart beat on those scented nights
in the hallway by the fireplace, face to face
I wondered if water shadows were there too
In a distant land, in another path and in a different time
I wondered if you think of me too,over a cup of tea
whilst reading your newspaper,
or just sitting in your porch..I wondered..
Last night I sat, staring off into space.
My newspaper not opened.
My lemon tea gone cold.
Everything so still,
until the rain started to fall,
dripping slowly, rhythmically, then faster, faster,
harder, harder, quicker, quicker
splattering onto the broken concrete sidewalk
pounding like the beat of my heart
when we cuddled under the moonlit sky.
I wondered do you ever think of me
does the moon bring back memories
do you lie awake at night in your room
dreaming of me....I wondered..
Not sure which way this day's gonna go
It's really kinda early to tell
Could be happy, could be a downer
Could be a day from hell
No guarantees, we wake up feeling fine
Then kerpow, we suddenly get hit
That's followed by a series of other disasters
The day's a write-off bit by bit
There's always tomorrow to look forward to
At this point, it looks pretty good
At least we have all the modern conveniences
Don't have to collect and chop wood
Can always find a positive just take time to look
Lucky we don't live in the thirties
Without the Net and TV to hold our attention
Must have been a boring journey
There was always radio to hold our attention
As we sat staring off into space
Listening intently to each word spoken
With a far away look on our face
Each generation is more advanced than the last
They call it progress methinks
Sometimes I wonder if progress is a good thing
Or eventually will drive us to drink
© Jack Ellison 2014
THE INVISIBLE CAT
he was out all night
our tabby cat named tiger
he’s beat – sleeping now
i asked him very kindly,
“where do you go all night, tig?”
no answer, of course
kitties eat then disappear
no one knows just where
they are so sleek and so slim
any crack is wide enough
how fascinating
how strange to visualize –
our tig slipping through
into this alternate world
known only to the feline
i’ve often seen tig
blank, staring off into space,
his feet in motion,
hunting in this paradise
where no effort will recall
do you have a secret life
staring off into space
a new, hidden vague look on your face
fear strikes me down
you are gone
closed
do you have a secret wish
to be gone
and done with all of this
are you off already in your head
making plans
I'm shivering
I fear you've found another soul
whos patience has not grown thin
someone to turn to in your middle life
who will take you on
have you had a secret desire
all this time
to be let go, to wander
and you never let me know....
Laying on my bed
Staring at my ceiling
And thinking of you,
I am wondering.
Where are you?
Are you safe?
What are you wondering?
Are you thinking about me, too?
Curled up in my cozy little chair
Staring off into space
And thinking of you,
I am wondering.
What do you dream about?
Do you love me?
What is your heart saying now, at this moment?
Do you wish we could be together forever?
Sitting on my driveway
Looking up at the stars
And thinking of you,
I am wondering.
Through all the questions
Swimming around in my head
I realize
That I do
My best thinking at night,
Thinking of you,
And wondering.
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