Today or Tomorrrow, Never yesterday
I humbly ask; to play this game fair.
I don’t know the rules, and who wins; I don’t care.
You can go first, or you can goo last.
It matters not. Already a thing of the past.
No one knows what the future holds.
Some players think so; if they are so bold.
They think it matters; status, money, or strife.
the harder they battle, they lose at life.
Whom invented this game? God, Devil, or man.
Creation? Evolution? Maybe aliens ran;
Away with our genes. Our hearts. Our souls.
Winning was never one of the goals.
For years they might have watched and listened.
Only to find they lost sight of the mission.
Always starts with good intentions.
The road to Hell is paved with such mentions.
If not God, aliens, man, Devil; than who?
Whom would conjure this mess, and leave us what to do?
Either beauty, destruction, a horrible mess.
What if the game is really a test?!
Will you go first? As I am scared to play.
Maybe tomorrow, but not today.
Take a deep breath; in and out.
Remember this game; you can do with out.
The paradox
The paradox
‘In the beginning there was darkness. And God separated the light from the darkness.’ Light must be the beginning of creation. Darkness, therefor; death. When we think of Heaven; we think of light. Pearly gates. Bright angles with bright halos. Why then is white snow often symbolic of death? Example; Robert Frost in ” Stopping by woods on a snowy evening.” I find this quite a paradox. Death, for me, is white. The great sleep. The great unknown. The answer to ‘”why are we here?” I think of death often and it comforts me. No more pain. The meaning of life. Quit, still, comfort. My husband hates that I’m constantly thinking of where I will be buried. I just want a good spot! Plus, I do not want to leave my child with burden. Everyone seems to fear death. THE END. I see it as the beginning! What an exciting adventure! Granted, I never pray for death, but I do pray for the physical pain to stop…would that not be death? Again; we are left with a paradox. Maybe the meaning of life is to understand this confusion. Perhaps it is different for everyone. Maybe the atheists had it right; and the religious are the fools. One day we all will know…or not. Maybe we just push up daisies. Either way, enjoy the now. Carpe diem. It’s gone in a flash! As Frost says, “Nothing Gold Can Stay.” My 35 years on Earth just leaves me more confused and in more pain every day. So many more are in worse pain than me! I want the answer. I can’t stand it! WHY so much pain to these specks of stardust called ‘humanity.’ We are a curious species. This self will thing is tough, Being AWARE is tougher. The bird doesn’t know it’s a bird. It’s just a bird. How lucky and cursed we are. To be human comes with a cost. The cost is being aware. Being curious. Never just being. The paradox continues. Today, try just being. It’s harder than you think. The paradox is always there, and it plaques this poet’s mind. When I find out the answer to these questions I will be long gone. “Nothing Gold Can Stay” even me. Though, I’m pretty sure I’m Purple not gold. So who knows? Have a great life and don’t think of the paradox. We’ll all find out (or not) eventually.
Be your own Dr.
Be your own Dr.
Now don’t get me wrong;doctors are great; sometimes. I have had m.s. over half my life;I’m a pro at it. As you see with my progressive diagnosis in my featured pic, THERE’S NOT MUCH HELP YET FOR US. I’m currently looking for a new neurologist. I LOVE my old one, but he’s far and his time is limited. My new one argued not for me to call my m.s. progressive, as insurance doesn’t like to medicate. They know I have progressive. It never has been a problem. He goes against what my doc of 15 yrs knows about me. ALL docs do this. I have many diagnosis throughout the years. All docs are good for me lately is prescriptions and being macho-‘that Dr is wrong, I am right’! Please docs, get over yourselves! Listen to your patients. My body knows me better than you do. So my advise friends, is take EVERYTHING they say with a grain of salt. Listen your body and voice your opinion. Remember; YOU pay them. They may know a text book. YOU know you. They are important,but they are not God. Beware the once that think they are.Peace-n-love and good health!
Why I stink at blogging
This is my first ‘written’ blog on poetry.I’ve been sitting here looking at the screen. All I keep thinking is; this is boring. Why would anyone care about what I think of poetry? Further more, why would I read any blog? No one is that interesting to me. I’d rather write a poem about anything; like penguins. Three of them having a conversation. What do penguins talk about? Why other penguins of course! Or maybe fish. This is too difficult. I’m going back to being a poet. I appreciate bloggers. No wonder they all talk of food or fashion.
I like the sea kale
I prefer the sea small fish
I think sea shrimp best
yeah,it’s a haiku about penguins. I so suck at blogging.-L. O’Brien
Dream vacation
BE AFRAID
My phone say’s I can send pictures to my blog,
Yet,I spent hours following directions;
And my brain’s now in a fog.
Microsoft “word” underlines inperfections.
I must be doing something wrong.
We have use wifi in every room.
Still trying to grasp what could reach so long!
Told it’s cables under ground.Satellites,perhaps? I assume?….
I understand nothing past AM/FM radio waves.
Phone lines I get, Television…still confused.
I think I’m no different from the men in caves;
If they saw “internet” they’d too,be highly amused.
All these gifts of technology,I take for granted; I know.
But do YOU understand it?!
Maybe yes. Maybe no;But history does show;
Technology is great. I like electricity; I admit.
But I learned how that worked with a potato freshmen year.
All this entertainment,we laugh! We YELL, we tear.
Yet,I don’t understand it. So I bet many don’t I fear.
A…for that
a … for that
October 7, 2013 at 3:47pm
Body aches.mind awirl…there’s a pill for that
can’t sleep.wide awake…there’s a pill for that
socially awkward.ADD…there’s a pill for that
ignorant.uninformed…there’s a book for that
question.concern…there’s google for that
cruel.unkind.inhumane..there’s no place for that
