We make our beds in which to lie,
To cover ourselves before we die,
And we spin our social web
Around this self-same bed,
To catch some unsuspecting soul
To fill in our heart’s gaping hole,
But we consume all our victims
According to Nature’s dictums,
Or else they break entirely free
And fly to where we cannot see,
But there is perhaps a better way,
More promising to spend our day,
Walking the divinely human maze
To meet another person’s face
In which we trace our very own
From an eternity hitherto unknown
Note: Inspired by Flamingle’s post entitled, “Alone.” Thank you for the inspiration!
You find your real friends
When you are going through hell
It’s easy to tell
They are just around the bend
And only love do they send
Fake friends can’t be found
In pain they are not around
And they make no sound
They leave you to stand alone
And with no love to be shone
Bills are piling high, pills will not do, and you want to cry;
Your roof is leaking, your soul is seeking, you want to die,
But you really try to stay calm, without any healing balm;
You feel lonely and frightened in the deadly dark of night,
And you reach ‘n try to teach yourself just to quiet down,
And you preach to yourself but anxiety still rises in heart
And every part of your being and you’re not seeing relief;
It is in times like this . . . sometimes you just need a friend;
Sometimes you need a bosom, helping hand, caring heart,
Yes, it is truly true . . . sometimes you just need that friend;
You need the touch, the reassurance that it will be alright,
And that there’s no need for fright or to live in the blight;
You need the light shining from another soul to your own,
Seeds of love sown . . . sometimes you just need the friend
To tell you this is not the end, there’s a bend in the road,
And that you’re going to make it as they take your hand,
And without judgment join with you to make two in one;
Yeah . . . sometimes you just need a friend . . . some friend;
Sometimes you just need a friend . . .
There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother or sister. (Proverbs 18.24b)
So you ask me what I’m doing, skewing my position
While screwing me over with all your lofty demands,
Wanting me to put money first like a bee with honey,
To ‘get back on my feet’ along the well-beaten path
Trod by Western materialists just like you yourself,
But did it ever occur to you that I’ve
Rejected the imperialist way of life?
What am I doing while gluing my life back together?
Perhaps I’m answering a higher calling
Rather than bawling behind some desk!
Maybe, just maybe, I’ve chosen to take an upper path;
And does it pay more? You do the math and tell me!
Ah, money only reaches so far; there’s a bar in the sky;
And I am willing to say ‘goodbye’ to all of that muck,
And to buck the trend while I bend my neck and knees
Only to the One who has brought me this far already;
You see, crawling or brawling are no longer necessary;
I am a poet with a penchant for love, joy and serenity,
And I do not toy with the lives of others for sickly gain;
That would drive me insane and cause a deal of pain,
But there is One who trains for a strange sort of feat
Completely off of the beaten path of this old world,
And sweetens it with an unusual success all its own;
So thank you for brashly telling me to set some goals,
But goals have already been set, and I didn’t ask you
To bother about my life anyway, so why now the knife?
If you want to be a friend, then be a friend to the end,
But don’t screw with me and tell me to be like you!
I am me, who God created me to be, and I shall be me!
As my soul wanders thru numinous grove
Pondering my role and high goal in this life,
You move like liquid crystal so wistfully
And mystically, calling me past artificial
Existence to something more beneficial,
Beyond superficial reality and all banality;
You bid me to enter into an halcyon day,
Luxuriant and peaceful, deep and blissful,
And so I turn to you to unbind my spirit,
Unblind my eyes, and find myself renewed
Into the real me I was always meant to be
. . .
And so I take a chance and dance
In the expanse you freely enhance
As you romance this child in the wild
Note: First published in early October 2016. Republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!
Heavy is the pack
By your side, I’ll be your back
No help you will lack
Long the road ahead
Here, my chest to rest your head
And you’ll be well-fed
Deepest sea to sail
I will guard you from the gale
With me you’ll prevail
Carry on . . . I am with you,
Never to leave nor forsake!
There is nothing quite like the expression of friendship
To drive away obsession and depression in relaxation
Of heart to heart camaraderie, the pottery of two souls;
Just walking, talking, smiling ‘n laughing, stalking joy!
Oh what heavenly gift to sift the mind ‘n bind the devil;
Ah! Truly friends are one spirit abiding in two bodies,
Bold against the cold throws of an icy, cruel world . . .
No, there’s nothing quite like the love of true friendship!