Monday, July 09, 2007

Haze.


There is a strange and near ominous peace floating around.
Simple little glimpses tease the wonderment and dreams.
Tell you that there is something
Just out of sight.
Just out of reach.
Just on the other side of knowing.
The amazing feeling that there is
A precipice.
Yawning in its unavoidable
Unyielding
Fuck. Uncaring
Power.
Like seeing the dark shapes in the sea below you
Circling.
So beautiful.
So final.
Yet it is going to be such a powerfully new
Experience.
There is nothing to do but let it happen.
That is sort of what I am feeling.
I haven’t given up so much as
Became engrossed with the possibilities
Presented by Letting Go.

3 Comments:

Blogger Jenny! said...

Great poem, the power of letting go is amazing! Hard to do, but worth it!

July 9, 2007 at 9:43 PM  
Blogger RedFridayGirl said...

Rex, letting go is one of the first steps to truly making your life change, yet it is one of the hardest things to do. You become in a routine with the past and the comfort of the known that it is hard to move into unknown waters. When you eventually do it is like there is another world out there and you don't know why you didn't do it earlier. Congrats on taking the step for change, I hope it works out the way you want it to.

Footnote: Thank you for the word of the day "Precipice"

July 10, 2007 at 7:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

my girl has an ass like that
she turns me on

July 16, 2007 at 11:20 PM  

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