Monthly Archives: March 2016

All you seen was you.

Neurons fire in a cyclonic fashion
Creating chaos within stolid eyes.
Ideas and fears swirl in and around hopes and dreams leaving thought littered with debri. And all you see is me.

Turmoil hidden beneath the stone facade framing crystal blue orbs. The whisper of my voice radiated through the smile belying the half truths I swallow to feed the storm. And all you hear is me.

The thunder reverberates along my spine without knowledge of the thought like branches clattering not knowing the wind, or it’s direction. All this collateral damage and all you feel is me.

Rain cleanses my soul through a curtain of prismatic pain like pollen being washed from trees mixing with oil streaked puddles swirling green and blue. I stare within and wonder at the bitter hold life had on me, and now my clouded thoughts are pierced with beams of hope. And all you taste is me.

I knew the storm was coming, but you just kept talking unable to smell the humid wet warning of what’s to come. The rain sends its scent whispering through trees and traffic as a warning of more than getting wet. You couldn’t read my stillness, all you could smell was the possibility of me.

It’s all about intuition. The sixth sense that warns us to pay attention to the other five. We can feel with our eyes, see with a touch, or hear with our heart, but only if we listen with our soul what our spirit sees. And all you ever were is numb to me.

Advertisements

Silence is Guilded

I was thinking the other day about the old saying “Silence is Golden”, I think they should add the next line from the song to perfectly juxtapose the sentiment from today’s popular belief.

The second line reads “But my eyes still see.”. For ever “silence is Golden” meant just that, quiet was peaceful, thoughtful. After looking back I see that I was way off base, and although I kinda believe these young folks today are a bunch of “feelings freaks” trying to pull off some retro reunion with a twist, talking is something they do well.

Folks around my age (55) get real uncomfortable around these younger folks talking about sensitive topics. You see, “back in the day” you didn’t talk about “things”, and if you did it was in a round a bout way that preserved decorum.

Take sleeping around, this was a common occurrence, but you didn’t talk about it. Some woman were “floozy’s” or “hussy’s”, but the conversation ended silently with a nod or pursed lips!

A drunk back in my day didn’t lay up in public for more than a couple hours passed out on the lawn. Most folks drank, but worked to keep the alcohol flowing. If they had a rough spell it was usually out of town and they didn’t return till they were up on there game again. The woman just survived on “Martini’s” which made being a drunk elegant.

We all had Uncles or cousins we knew to stay away from cause “child’s play” was serious back in the day. Older men dated younger girls, mostly poorer children, but they were “taken care of”.

Addiction didn’t even have a name, but was alive and well. It was “white crosses”, “Librium”, “Darvon”, and a host of other pills that helped saddle the housewife to an outdated social structure.

Today all these ills and more are out there for “public consumption”. I may not agree with how this is occurring, but I firmly believe it will someday be refined and make society better. These “little idiots” may not have a healthy work ethic like “back in the day”, but they are in touch with their feelings for sure.

There were big woman back then struggling to get into small clothes. They did it with style though. Their hair to their shoes were an everyday consideration and they didn’t come out of the house when it wasn’t. Men for the most part wore their stomachs with pride.

When you consider all the abuses today: drugs, alcohol, food, sex, even attention; maybe this talking thing really has a place in the healing of society. Not talking about “things” kept the “1out of 3 silent”. It caused Uncle Joe to suddenly pass at an early age of alcoholism cause he just had “a taste for liquor”! Silence kept millions of addicts looking down on “pot heads” and “Horse addicts” through their prescriptions lens.

So if you’re one of those that feel folks shouldn’t put theirselves out there celebrating overcoming some addiction or problem in the social realm remember there’s that other line out there in the “Silence is Golden” verse; “But my eyes still see”. So if you see a problem and choose silence, or overcome an obstacle and “keep it in the closet” you’re really pretty selfish. In fact you’re part of the problem. So don’t shut up, talk. These “little idiots’ ain’t stupid when it comes to seeing through you, “the jig is up”!!!