Cotton wool break down

Wriggling, squirming, waiting to escape
to see the outside once more
locked in a life that traps
and dulls the senses
blunts the vision
dims the touch
darkens the taste
like cotton-wool bandages
prevents me from seeing the
rough ugly truth of the world
wherein lies beauty.

I take it on myself to stand
to make a stand on behalf of myself
to shake off my own oppression
of self-limiting thoughts
and beliefs
To reach out beyond my limits of time and space
to be what I had never once imagined.

Don’t limit me to the nonfunctional existence
Locked up in the nicety of life without true feeling
Hiding the depths of my anger
with words
of
nothingness.

…

We shout and rave and raise our voices
Insults fly like knives cutting
across the arms and face
But stop when first blood is drawn
A hug and handshake
Cleaned and purged – renewed

One random moment in time
Stretches to eternity as every
detail is examined
again and again

Wondering “why?”

 

(I found this one in my note book left untouched after some time. I think I may have meant it to be two separate poems. But I think they flow well together).

A close friend

In the distance, I rushed past you
In the distance, I saw you
In the distance, I thought to myself:
“We must have coffee one day.”

In the distance, I ran on by
In the distance, you were gone
In the distance, I thought to myself:
“I have so much I need to do.”

In the distance, I missed you
In the distance, I forgot
In the distance, I thought to myself:
“Where has all the time gone?”

A moment

Take a moment to pause
A moment to listen
A moment to watch
A moment to be;

A moment is passing
It won’t be here long
Just as you can take it
Another will come along;

Share in a moment
Before it slips by
Its never too late
If now is your time.

Remembering Gene and all the moments he shared with us.