An Imaginary Call for Help
a man’s physical and emotional strength fades
leaves his body like the heat leaves his head
leaves his body like the heat leaves his head
so tired
pills and depression
fade my body, my soul
fades me: camera eyes zoom away
pills and depression
fade my body, my soul
fades me: camera eyes zoom away
spirit flies with the falcon
somewhere can’t find the poet
somewhere can’t find the poet
can’t move much
pinned down under this weight
it’s so heavy. I am so weak
pinned down under this weight
it’s so heavy. I am so weak
so high all day Tuesday
living in one moment revolving
I’ve been a teacher for a long time
her eyes so tired too, her skin so old
...and I’ve never been appreciated...not like this
humanity filled each person as they looked into my eyes
living in one moment revolving
I’ve been a teacher for a long time
her eyes so tired too, her skin so old
...and I’ve never been appreciated...not like this
humanity filled each person as they looked into my eyes
teachers. sometimes you give us more than knowledge
sometimes, you give us kindness, and, for that, you are extraordinary
sometimes, you give us kindness, and, for that, you are extraordinary
not high now though
that moments gone
can’t het high
smoke. smoke. smoke so much
can’t smile. so tired. pills and depression
can’t find the poet
that moments gone
can’t het high
smoke. smoke. smoke so much
can’t smile. so tired. pills and depression
can’t find the poet
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 12:07 PM
10 Comments:
*hugs*
she will lift him up,
this man,
with her angels wings
she will fly
raising his spirits
to the heavens
where he will see the light
touch the warmth
feel the strength
that her shoulders
have kindly left to offer
and he will sit
upon his throne within
the tufted clouds and smile
once again for he shall see
that the poet is
there.
Me too.
I'm at the bottom of my game right now.
It'll pass.
Sheesh, it's sure hard to follow Mary...heh heh.
xx, Lori
Mary, oh Mary, you are such a good friend to me. Since I read this,I've wrote about 1500 words of A-Quality analysis. Now that's something to smile about (even though I haven't).
Why don't just fucking complain. huh?
Lori. Yeah. this too shall pass. you know we are a lot alike. Inside ourselves can be the scariest place to look.
*muah* Yeah, well...I mean it.
Lori, hee-hee...sorry ;-) Didn't mean to be a show-off.
I know that you do.
You're not a show off Mary, just creatively articulate!!!
xx, Lori
and which part of this is not poetic
dude you rock
i feel your pain in much the same way
and there's not much I can say
except all things pass
and exercise alters emotion
Dude, when are you gonna give us another post...toasty, another toasty posty? Huh? Well?
Miss ya, I do.
xx, Lori/yoda
Speaking of Yoda, my daughter gave me a card once and it said, "Yo da, one for me." And it had a picture of Yoda on it. Yeah we're star wars freaks 'round here.
oh alright. here a little piece for ya. But don't expect me to call you yoda. I just don't see it. Star wars is cool. But I must admnit, The Empire Strikes Back was the last one I saw.
Dave: namaste.
thanks for being around, my friend.
And if I rock, then WE rock, together.
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