Wake up –
Another day –
It’s a mess
And you’re a million miles away

Picture on the desk
Of another time
Another dimension –
Poster child for Hot Topic

Ripped away
Like a Band-Aid
Stuck on for oh so long
That the pieces of me
The pieces of you
Stuck on
So long
Like the ripping noise
The grimace
The muffled grunt
Of a sudden tug –
Pain
And free
But not free

And it goes on
Awake/asleep
No difference in the end
Except one is more angular
A harshness
Around the edges

Everything
Divided in halves
A.M. and P.M.
B.C. and A.D.
Hot and cold
Rain and shine
Black and white
Wet and dry

Before you and after you
“After you” –
Contradiction in terms

Wake up –
Another day –
No before
No after
Just the Eternally Recurring Band-Aid
Like Sisyphus and his stone
Over and over

The theory of ending –
Where does it end?
When does it end?
Does it end?


10/30/07

Lex you should really write more poetry, I dig your style.Excellent piece!!

Hi Lex!

Let her go...

CCP -- Thank you for the kind words! You have always been so supportive of my blind, flailing stabs at the poetic format.... coming from a REAL poet, that means a lot to me!

Bay -- Ahhh, if only it could be that simple....something tells me that it never will be....

Great stuff, good rhythm, consistency...........and he says he cannot write poetry,you just did.

Awesome Lex you should write more

I've felt the same way Lex.. When are we going to get together for a brew or two? I mean hell, we're just 5 miles away from each-other. Come down here to Elwood, and go to the more inviting looking pub, and ask for sully. If'n I'm not there, they'll tell ya to go look out the window at my house...lol

sully

Truly amazing Lex...loved it

awesome write hope to see more

Lex...someone said these words to me...so I will now pay it foward to you...if it helps at all..


there comes a time when each of us must stand tall, face our life experiences and let them go before they consume us. No, not deny them but, accept them for what they are (as strange as that sounds) and take your attention off them. Attention on the memories just fans the flame of their existence. And they become as real now as when the experience happened

loved your poem, want to see more of them.

I LOVED THIS!!!

blind??? flailing??? are you loco??? AWESOME...brenda

((((( lex )))))

Yo buddy!

love it! wanna see more

Lex - really enjoyed it.

you know what?
i never let them go either.
they are all still here.
i just let go the pain.

that is beautiful s1ow


errrr, does that mean I have to let them out of the closet now?

Thank you all for the wonderful feedback....!

I was in my storage facility the other day, looking for some CDs, and I found a picture I had forgotten I had. That's really the root of this poem....

I still feel somewhat awkward within the poetry context -- some lines flow freely, others have to be beaten into submission with a rake and tied into several knots before they begin to work at all. It's not something I ever even think about with normal prose (but then I've been doing that for 1000 years and I'm comfortable with the unmeasured linearity of it all)....

Sully, I haven't touched alcohol since I was 22, and I avoid bars like Michael Jackson avoids women who aren't Diana Ross, but I did drive through Elwood one day last week, straight down 53, on my way to beautiful downtown Gardner, if there is such a thing....

Humm you know how when you read something then come back and reread it and it grabs you in a differnt way well I reread this today again and it had a different meaning to me then it did the first time. For you see you put two banaids together what do you have still a banaid. But if you put a banaid with some medicine on a sore what do you get a sore that has begun to heal. With a litle help from a friend at times and someone to listen and a shoulder to lean on that friend will begin to heal and walk on there own. But if you put two together of the same who can help who. Sometimes it is a losing battle that is keeping them both from healing. Just a thought I had come to me.


Good one tho Lex and well Lex as far as the words flowing freely hummm your thinking too hard write as you do when you are writing your response in the threads write down what comes to mind from the first sentance you write down of how you feel about the subject you have the words and the knowledge. Your just being to critcal of your self lol Hummm what I was told a while back poetry does not have to rhyme nor follow a certain pattern anything that comes from the heart and wrote upon the page can be considered poetry for it is what comes from within that counts.

fast or slow you need to know
you do not have to rip the bandaid off
if you leave it on and alone
eventually the hurt will heal
and one day when you look for it
there will be no bandaid there