Sunday, June 17, 2012

Fire and Desire

What the %&$#! is going on with pain and the body just slowly failing me. I'm ageing and desire to feel more than this and burn with fiery passion, and with love for anything not already filling my heart. I know my passion and it is weak. I need to burn with dreaming love of something. I understand but I don't burn with knowledge. It's just a place that I can stand and half-smile through the next obstacle. What to burn, when the fire is so low and the ashes write the story of life as it comes to be, to me. I'm a creature undead and smile when vacancies fill my mind and face. I'll bite and then complain even at the beauty of being, simply being there. Why? I still long to breath in heavy breath, and move weighted arms around an aging keyboard. Smile for a minute and then hang my head at surrealism of kissing death and breathing life into it. A strange mix, and perhaps deadly for anyone. 

At an Understanding Age

    Sometimes in my life and maybe your's too. I feel like the world is breathing age and understanding into my life. I can only accept it, being that I'm not a genius or anything really special at all. But I am understanding life in so many more ways. That I feel myself filling with a quiet realization of existence. I understand the frailty of life and the acceptance of death, my death. I'm just speaking out of a need to write this feeling down. I understand and therefore I am more than before. A man moving through life creating little waves and accepting the ones washing over me. Please and thank you God for this life and all the blessings you have bestowed on myself and my family. I humbly pray for your continued blessings. Thank you so much. Life is ........