A quick update.
I was gonna just throw one of my works in progress up before I left to try and hang out with Travis (and keep my mind above depression point).
This is inspired by the bums I saw at NYC:
Words bear no meaning to me.
Words are meant to be heard by
Those who create words just as
I do with my voice right now
In this alley, alone where
Darkness knows nothing of the
Love Light has to offer him.
Words bear no meaning to me.
Words are meant for those who strive
To be heard - To earn the gift
Of substinence and raiment;
Of dignity and closure;
Of peace and reparation
Of body and soul - these thoughts
Mean nothing to me as I'm
Forced to love the darkness and
Sedimentary pavement.
All that matters to me is
The bounty I reap when scraps
Are obliviously sent
To that nest of forced kinship
That I reside.
****
Interestingly enough, I wrote this during a sermon at church involving trying to look forward, not lingering in the past and such. I wrote another (both of the poems I wrote were on the bulletin, too) had sort of this tone. The second one was about a soldier who found purpose in life only when he was at war.
... hey, at least I'm getting my urges to write again.
This is inspired by the bums I saw at NYC:
Words bear no meaning to me.
Words are meant to be heard by
Those who create words just as
I do with my voice right now
In this alley, alone where
Darkness knows nothing of the
Love Light has to offer him.
Words bear no meaning to me.
Words are meant for those who strive
To be heard - To earn the gift
Of substinence and raiment;
Of dignity and closure;
Of peace and reparation
Of body and soul - these thoughts
Mean nothing to me as I'm
Forced to love the darkness and
Sedimentary pavement.
All that matters to me is
The bounty I reap when scraps
Are obliviously sent
To that nest of forced kinship
That I reside.
****
Interestingly enough, I wrote this during a sermon at church involving trying to look forward, not lingering in the past and such. I wrote another (both of the poems I wrote were on the bulletin, too) had sort of this tone. The second one was about a soldier who found purpose in life only when he was at war.
... hey, at least I'm getting my urges to write again.