Monday, February 9, 2015

Ten Poems Dealing with Being!

Impassioned Prose Poetry/10-poems

1)         Leaves , and the Alcoholic

Part One

The leaves on the path of the alcoholic must be blown away!
Lest s/he sets his face in the opposite direction towards the past—
Not the future.
He is left with really the, be all, — the End, Nothing!
He needs to think of today—now—the immediate moment!
Take no account of anything else but sobriety.
And you, I ask: “Are your desires strong enough—that is what matters!”
I’m afraid, you know, that you’re talking to a recovered drunk,
One who’s faced the opposite direction, towards the past.
One who’s shrugged his shoulders at the future! Once upon a time!
Things of that kind!
I shook my head doubtfully, but now I got 31-years sobriety!
Remember we know, or are beginning to know something about
The animal in alcohol—
Brain-washing, in that direction: in both body and mind, which responds
To certain stimuli—
All life is dangerous, so don’t give me that crap that you can drink
Without disability!
You are a drinking machine that can supply all the answers to questions in seconds, I know that, –I used to carry them in my hip pocket too, just in case I needed to argue for my deity.
No drunk can love God, more than alcohol, it is one or the other:
Alcohol is an idol that puts God in second place: you love one more than the other, that’s how it works!
As Christ inferred: not even Satan can live in a house divided. 
You have an electronic brain, that claims you have beaten the jungle, but
That victory is only temporary.

Part Two

A man who lives alone, develops a need to talk—
So he talks to anyone, and perhaps not wisely…
There is nothing new about this; the formula for sobriety is not
To be alone, relapse has been built on this, seek out AA-Members
If need be!
Don’t let the man who sits in the bar pull the strings.
One needs something to compensate for loneliness…
I won’t offer you my sympathy, I went through it!
But if you are sober now you have turned unforeseen disaster into triumph.
This is a proof.
You have blown the leaves out of your pathway!...

The secret of success is something quite simple—
You are staring at it.
Something simple—something as simple as the removal of unwanted
Leaves, fulfilling a need.
An action performed—before you become the victim.
Executed by—whom? You!

No: 4694/Part One:  2-8-2015/Part two: 2-9-2015
For the Alcoholic

2)            A Sad Day

I don’t want to shrink, nor shirk the issue—
It won’t do anyone any good.
A death is a death, and can be horrific!
He dies as a result of unknown complications at forty-one!
And you got to go on…
By gosh, that’s young, and to go on is hard to do!
You begin to think, ‘I could be next, or him or her?’
And how will I die? That comes into question.
What you have never imagined before has happened!
Now you realize, death is real, and can be horrific!
You don’t need to imagine it any longer
It’s realism thrown in your face!
You may be right, too many questions flood’s the mind
During such times! (Best to see the doctor,
Get some medication if need be.)
After this, this business of a funeral and so on, once it
Is over, you keep in close touch with those most close to you:
Those you can trust, intimately!
“I shall do this, go there, and see her, him…?” These are
Really statement-questions, you are asking yourself…
As if asking God for permission, time, more time, because
You just learned, time is not a commodity.
No sense in getting mad at God, He has made it clear: we all
Have a short day coming: it’s written in stone!
Your comings and goings have been so rapid you’ve
Paid no attention to the inevitable (naturally);
You need to slow down, smell the roses as they say
No use looking too far ahead: today and tonight will do for
Now! (Any more than that, you may sink deep into depression
And that will not do….)
Best to pray for all those things you’ve asked of yourself;
   Angels and God’s grace protects us, but you got to
Still rake the leaves, cut the hedges, and pick the barriers.

No: 4691/for: MH & ZH (2-6-2015)

3)             The Death Spell  (Obamaism)

What causes mass hysteria?
It’s a phenomenon that really does exist—
Just look at Obama’s first presidential election.
It’s not mumbo jumbo!
Could it be a ritual, —linked to a pattern of words?
And phrases, sanctified by time and the media?
All this having an effect on the human spirit?
I don’t know, I’m guessing.
But I know Obama knows!
His worldwide mass hysteria was incomprehensible to me.
People sure worked themselves up to some pitch
Of obscene ecstasy.
I called it then, and I still call it now: “The Death Spell.”

No: 4693/2-7-2015
For Obama

4)            I Look at Him

I don’t mind what a man thinks, although it alters the odds a bit—
I get a sort of feeling about a person
But when he knows more than I know about myself, it’s a delicate hint
That later I will feel the loss, or the pinch, or be put to the test!

No: 4687/ 2-7-2015
Dedicated to the World Governments

5)            A Blameless Life

I shouldn’t advise you
Don’t ask me why, I haven’t the least idea—
I don’t know, and I don’t want to know!
Let’s leave it at that! —
But my advice is as follows:
The blameless life that is what we aim at
But you can only find that on top of Cap Horn
Where only one family is allowed to live.
(I’ve been there, I know…)
That’s all I can tell you!

No: 4688/2-7-2015

6)             Boredom

Out of boredom, or perhaps out of stress and strain, one can swallow the earth in one great stretch, break one’s spleen while doing it, and may very well escape the abyss that s/he has fallen into by creating tentative illusions, or long lived delusions, ideal for one’s mind.
       Seeking out the naked truth, or leaving it alone: best to leave it alone if you’re an atheist.
        Good besides Evil, Good against Evil, Good or else Evil: to each his own: to one it  is painful, whereas to another, it is indifference, and still to some, either one penetrates right into the bone, and to some they are numb to either one.
       What was once universal horror and disgust, is today contemporary or posthumous jargon.
       We have abandoned original sin, and now call it existential psychobabble.

No: 4683/2-6-2615

7)             Old Fool!

When a young fool comes to realize he’s a young fool, he has time to correct it—
But when an old fool comes to realize he’s an old fool, that’s a picture of disillusionment.

No: 4684/2-7-2015
For Old Poets

8)             Urgency

Be careful of the man that plays the fool—
Ask: “Why does he behave like this?”
If it appears quite unnatural, then it is!
The odds are not on your side,
I would wager on it.
The sooner the better, get out of there.

No: 4685/2-7-2015

9)             Idle Curiosity

I have acquired a sixth sense where danger is concerned!
And tamed my curiosity throughout the years, somewhat—
Lest I be burnt at the stake!
And that has made a big difference in my life.
Believe me, there is something genuine in it,
There probably is—but not for those who still stick their
Nose where it doesn’t belong—:
It doesn’t have a good effect on those people.

No: 4689/ 2-7-2015
Dedicated to ‘Greenpeace’

10)       Sick Sheep

Let me be blunt about the matter—
One thing I do ask the reader:
Keep an open mind.
Being in love can have a very bad effect on men!
It shatters their good sense.
Funny, if you think of it—
That it should suit women to make a man look like
A sick ewe! Catty, but more true than false.

No: 4690/ 2-7-2015

For Catty Women