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I am tired

Tired of seeing people I care about die

Losing the fight to a stupid, evil disease

Tired of running from feeling

Tired from feeling too much

Tired of not knowing the future

Tired of caring

Tired of not caring

Tired of confusion

Am I just tired?


A bridge

A bridge, a bridge, I need a bridge
Searching the cosmos in helter-skelter fashion
For a perfect, beautiful, flowing bridge

Then with stupefaction, the bridge was there
Of all places, in the shower
I found the bridge, the perfect bridge

Alas as the mind wandered, weary in the fog of morning
The lyrical gift was misplaced
Lost on the ever flowing tide of creation

And now, with great frustration
The search for the perfect bridge
Continues in earnest

Happy Thanksgiving

Terribly tired
Utterly exhausted
Almost the weekend
Feels like I’m being taunted

Time just vanishes
As hairs turn to grey
Beards grow longer
Cannot wait for shaving day

A one day escape from the asylum, On the bright side
Tomorrow will bring enough pie to fill a double wide
So happy thanksgiving to one and all
I hope you are enjoying this remarkably chilly fall

Tiredness flows through me

Tiredness flows through me

The desire to move forward lost

Sitting on the precipice

Predicting a slump

Eyes on the prize

No slumps allowed

Press on & move forward

If the effort is too great

Take a small step today

Shoot for a giant leap tomorrow

Slow & steady, progress continues



Today I am tired, I have felt it coming for a while with so much going on in life & in my mind.

Writing I love, but it feels like an effort today, to visit the list of ideas. Promises I’ve made to myself about things I want to write about, to explore my mind with.

Time seems to be flying right now, never enough down time to do the things I want to do. Oh well, I’m going on vacation soon. No laptop but I’ll be taking a pen & a camera.

Mostly Nothing

Of all the great things I could to today

Write a poem, read a book

Make some music, explore my world

Float through timeless fantasies

Visit with people, create some art

Frolic with children, laugh with angels

Serve the needy, make a difference…


What would I do with all that today could be?

Mostly nothing

I am tired & I don’t want to move

A crime it may be

To waste a day on nothingness

Nothingness calls to us all at times

Today is the day I will never have back