Thursday, January 15, 2009

The good stuff is coming. Wait.



The sweetest drips of pure calm sneak into the day as it fades to the night
Darkness smudging the marred edges. Dreams and quiet thoughts now unfolding
As the days troubles and worries have tired themselves out, leaving the mind at peace
The soul at rest.
I can remember scenes which seem impossible.
Feelings and sensations.
That now shine alien in some way, but treasured deeply.
Some speak to how people used to be. Me. Them.  
These memories of reaction and intention are so full of simple happiness
Like there is a hidden rail, on which we ride as we travel.
Sometimes in step and other times at odds.
All going to the same place.
I just feel really good.

9 Comments:

Blogger deryke said...

i liked this.

cheers ol' Rexy!

January 15, 2009 at 8:16 PM  
Blogger Keshi said...

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January 15, 2009 at 8:30 PM  
Blogger Keshi said...

ty for rubbing that goodness on me too! :)

Keshi.

January 15, 2009 at 8:31 PM  
Blogger ~*Jobthingy*~ said...

feeling good is great. :)

January 15, 2009 at 11:44 PM  
Blogger Bill Donovan said...

Reminds of Caspar David Friedrich paintings:

http://www.hermitagemuseum.org/fcgi-bin/db2www/fullSize.mac/fullSize?selLang=English&dlViewId=MJXN1ZG4YXW%2B402BDO&size=small&selCateg=picture&dlCategId=NVK7KTIBQD%2B40PFGTG&comeFrom=quick

January 16, 2009 at 1:59 AM  
Blogger jGrrl said...

Sweet ambrosia of nostalgia :-)

January 16, 2009 at 10:16 AM  
Blogger Nothingman said...

feels good to feel good :)

nice poem man, hope the feeling stays :)

Cheers!

N

January 16, 2009 at 12:15 PM  
Blogger Don said...

Feelings and sensations are the tangibles of life. Whether that be the sensation of a womans touch or the feeling you get when you hear David Wilcox sing "Message in a Song". The key is to learn a way to avoid the feeling, or sensation of being burned; figuratively or metaphorically. Perhaps that, my friend, is not something that can be learned and is part and parcel of life. So it seems that all wise people and poets have written of such madness. I can, as well as others that know or read your writing, recall your words of insite. I have often wondered how you knew what I was thinking.


Peace.

January 16, 2009 at 3:45 PM  
Blogger desirae! said...

beautiful.
it made me sad though.
then really happy.
i think it made me happy because i realized i was sad.
maybe not so sad?
maybe nostalgic?
and the only thing better than being in a moment is reliving that moment.
beautiful.

January 17, 2009 at 12:48 PM  

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