November 1, 2005

  • Scattershot

    I'm the cook for the pear 
    of us, but tonight she had the
    dinner waiting, no problem,
    no recrimination - extra love
    on top, steamy
    and waiting for me; hot.

    I've noticed something - I've lost my taste for black.  Not the
    color but rather the dark attitude.  I mean, God Bless, if you can
    walk in all those dank places, self-described bottoms of pits, sharp
    objects everywhere waiting to cut and maim;  I choose not to go
    there.  I believe it is necessary to visit these dungeons, to look
    the torturer in the eye, but I can't do it on an everyday basis. 
    I have subscriptions to some of these folk who only know isolation or
    loneliness and will continue to read them - they have very real and
    coherent pain, and very good ways of expressing themselves, ... but I
    want more for them.  Not that being in a state of constant bliss
    is attainable or even reasonable to wish for anybody but to use the
    powers of observation and soul searching exhibitebed by some - is there
    only darkness?  If you are in up to your neck in a pile of shit,
    acknowledge it, and move on.  If you want to stay in the shit,
    fine, just say so.  But for God's sake, get your head out of your
    self loathing and view something in the world for what it is ... I bet
    it's not that dark after all.

    Peace and Love,
    RF

Comments (4)

  • i can't live there either- not in my writing or reading. i don't mind reading and visiting, but it tends to make me negative and not see any good in the world and i believe in rainbows!

  • I think when people who dwell in dark places try to get out of them, they're only trying to make themselves believe in something that they truly believe is wrong.  They become actors in a script that they are expected to follow.  One that is supposed to bring pure joy and that estatic feeling of hope.

  • it's like heads up asses-errr bums-but shit eating aint so sweet.

    i'm gross.  but this reminds me of lotsa people.

    people with their heads so far up their bums and still eating thru their own shit

    that they'd never even know love is extending all around!

  • *raises eyebrow*

    So what are you trying to say sailor?

    *grin*

    Sail on... sail on!!!

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