thoughts on 2006
It’s over, and I lived to see it go
And it went in poof of smoke
A candle, gently extinguished
A drunken kiss
To the lips
Of hope
Always hope and more now than
There’s been
In many many years
It’s over
I am drunk
I am glad
A silken clad, clumisly stumbling vessel of gratitude
And I do not deny
The feeling of pride
I wear like pajamas
For outwitting my stupidity
Again
Last year
And this?
This year, this infant of time,
Full of surprises and potential
This year will grow faster
And stronger
Than any I’ve known
I suspect
I pray
Yes, I do
I pray
So here’s to goals
And pride
And wisdom
And choices made by a mind that’s sound
To fireworks in the fog
And loving with doglike devotion without apology or embarrassment
Here’s to swearing off all the things that bind me
To a small life
When my time is so short,
And the years so fast
I aim to let myself explode
In every direction
As hard as I can
Let the last past
Be a forest fire in my landscape
Making way for new growth
Rather than a 3rd degree burn
With disfiguring scars
Let spring bring rain
And tears
And little birds
Let summer be golden
And keep me warm
And reflective as the middle of ocean
In midday sun
Let autumn
Bring a harvest
From trying my hardest
Let me find myself
This winter
As content as I am right now
Or more so
Let this, this new year
Last forever in my heart
I was indulgent
And lucky
And careless last year
I was desperate and I was aware of it
And chose to live in desperation
And I suffered
In the name of nothing
I believed in nothing
Until I found my hope
And my strength
And desire for more
I was blessed with a cursed, or cursed with a blessing
(By angel or devil. It’s hard to say)
and now I live
and live in a labyrinth of nostalgia
a mish mash of what is
what was
what will be and always has been
and in it
I am no longer lost
I know the way to the center
The Will is The Way
And My Work will take me there.
And it went in poof of smoke
A candle, gently extinguished
A drunken kiss
To the lips
Of hope
Always hope and more now than
There’s been
In many many years
It’s over
I am drunk
I am glad
A silken clad, clumisly stumbling vessel of gratitude
And I do not deny
The feeling of pride
I wear like pajamas
For outwitting my stupidity
Again
Last year
And this?
This year, this infant of time,
Full of surprises and potential
This year will grow faster
And stronger
Than any I’ve known
I suspect
I pray
Yes, I do
I pray
So here’s to goals
And pride
And wisdom
And choices made by a mind that’s sound
To fireworks in the fog
And loving with doglike devotion without apology or embarrassment
Here’s to swearing off all the things that bind me
To a small life
When my time is so short,
And the years so fast
I aim to let myself explode
In every direction
As hard as I can
Let the last past
Be a forest fire in my landscape
Making way for new growth
Rather than a 3rd degree burn
With disfiguring scars
Let spring bring rain
And tears
And little birds
Let summer be golden
And keep me warm
And reflective as the middle of ocean
In midday sun
Let autumn
Bring a harvest
From trying my hardest
Let me find myself
This winter
As content as I am right now
Or more so
Let this, this new year
Last forever in my heart
I was indulgent
And lucky
And careless last year
I was desperate and I was aware of it
And chose to live in desperation
And I suffered
In the name of nothing
I believed in nothing
Until I found my hope
And my strength
And desire for more
I was blessed with a cursed, or cursed with a blessing
(By angel or devil. It’s hard to say)
and now I live
and live in a labyrinth of nostalgia
a mish mash of what is
what was
what will be and always has been
and in it
I am no longer lost
I know the way to the center
The Will is The Way
And My Work will take me there.