Treading Water

Are we really just

Treading water,

Killing time

Until we die?

Propelled forward

by an inveterate

Purposelessness,

Possessed of nothing more than a

Vague hope

That there

Must be something more;

Something more to come,

Something more feel,

Something more to explain it.

Why most there?

Isn't having a life to live wonderful enough?

The NOW is all you have.

Live in it,

And BE that something more.

Who said?

That words can never hurt?
They need a slap with a multi syllable agressor.

On a train

It's so hot, am I there yet?
No, I'm not!

Hmm

God damn it all to merry hell,

The raving loons are come as well,

I thought I'd get out 'fore they came,

Just goes to show

Well, who is sane?

They can't tell that I'm not them,

But I know they're not me,

And if we ever mix it up

Just who then will I be?

Right Now

This is how I am feeling RIGHT NOW!

Really.

It's a good job that 

a) I don't have access to sharp objects 

b) I'm not a psychopath

c) I'm not a man

d) I can tell myself it's only a job and in a few hours there's a glass of wine waiting for me!!

AMOP updated

A Matter of Perspective has been updated

My Gran

I want to see my Gran again,
I can't and that's not fair,
She's in my head,
Come rain and shine,
Why can't she still be here?

Why can't I see her
Coming through the kitchen
With a smile,
She wrapped me in
Such gentle love
I felt myself worthwhile.

So many things have happened
Since she died,
So much to share
So many stories to be told..
Why can't my Gran be here?

Still,
I use the things she gave me,
Keep her memory strong and clear.
Remembering years of happy days
These trinkets keep her near.

And if I want to hold her close,
And hug her now and then,
Well that's OK,
It's only 'cause
I miss my lovely Gran.