Sunday, June 18, 2006

Cats in the Trees




Without inspired purpose and only in focus to create a space to live with efficient ease of operation
It seems odd after the fashion of that which seems ever more over powering to the general public in attaining status worthy

Set adrift against desire
One comes to terms with selfness
It is quiet inside the dark places of my mind
Times be when the stillness of healing bark my eyelids open with startle
Even in comfort of surroundings quaint
The cabin fever can drive one to restlessness
March the memory line as far back as possible
And yet
When eye to eye
Mostly the color forms my attention
And I think again astray

This salvation gives comfort in distraction
Until the sting of resent
Becomes the numb and unfocused

Truly we live to adapt
For without change
The sweetness of pain and pleasure
Would surly overwhelm us if left unbroken

I found myself whistling a tune this morning
And as I found my ears to listen
I realized
I had not done so for some time
Only caught up in the change
Only eyes looking out alone

6 comments:

ra said...

When confronted with inequality, as one does daily, it is wise to listen to the voices that make no sound. The strings and hooks that we must contend with are both enemy and friend. Take these thoughts as something not really fried but quickly blanched and put under cold water. To overuse them is like draining the flavor and nutrients out of food leaving it bland. The drug of a nation is simplicity.

ra said...

It's not a bomb. It's not a rational enemy. Nevermind Taurus when you are running retrograde.
I won't pine for pig or his primary purpose. I'll jump in without any leading tubulars. The tie goes to the mortal..!

ra said...

It's a good thing the man didn't need a coat since he didn't have one. It makes sense that if it's warm one doesn't ever need a coat so why own one? Unless he plans to travel somewhere cold in which case he could simply buy one at that time.

ra said...

I need war.
To drop cyanide from a helicotper on civilians in a third world.
target are you ready to die?

Mule said...

Target

Mule said...

thanks for liking this rent in my way. the writings are not without a cost. how we bother to pay is the question I guess..!