Posts Tagged Depression
Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Sliding a-
way, making room for
giant, dark
buildings with
false fronts, reaching and pulling
teeth and hair.
.
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 13, 2017
Etude 2017-13 — The Screams of My Failures
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 10, 2017
This Is a Career, Son
Mister Jones,
is he in the room,
under woods,
on the line?
No, he’s killing me, boarding
my soul with cheap fire.
Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 8, 2017
Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 7, 2017
On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me
Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
.
By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again
I fall in
roadside ditches, mud
splashes my
face, smothers
my blown hopes, but some grant me
grace, allow me life.
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