Grip of Life

[TwoWitnesses]

gripped
by a paralyzing angst
feel busy but
sitting motionless
invisibly envisioning
all the scenarios
combos of characters
positing and emoting
not listening
to my questioning
what is the consequence
of this imprisonment
always moving and speaking
me slackjawed and dizzy
teardrop forming
in the far corner
of this existence
where i am
gripped

6/14/2007

 

[Days]

Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away

I know a man, he came from my hometown
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown
He said dolores, I live in fear
My love for yous so overpowering, Im afraid that I will disappear

I know a woman, became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day ain't got no rain
She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed
And I think of things that might have been

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again

God only knows, God makes his plans
The informations unavailable to the mortal man
Were work at our jobs, collect our pay
Believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact were slip sliding away


[video=youtube;x2T50tOO3_o]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2T50tOO3_o[/video]

 

[TwoWitnesses]

Thanks for posting the lyrics to that song. Somewhere, however, you should give credit to Paul Simon.

Obviously my poem is very succinct, But conveys the anxiety you deal with every day. I like to write all different types of poety, both rhyming and prose.

 

[Days]

Can you see the embedded video in my post after the lyrics? Paul Simon is credited on the title bar to the video.

I liked the theme of your poem, it made me think of that song. I wrote some prose along that lines back in 2005, I'll paste that in....


Snowflakes

In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night

 

[Addy]

Thanks for posting the lyrics to that song. Somewhere, however, you should give credit to Paul Simon.

Obviously my poem is very succinct, But conveys the anxiety you deal with every day. I like to write all different types of poety, both rhyming and prose.

Enjoyed reading your poem.. thanks for sharing, TW..

 

[Addy]

Thanks, Days.. I enjoyed your poem!

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Snowflakes

In bits of rhythm, laced together by rushes of tethered thoughts
It fell upon my clothes, and brushed my eyelashes
Whispering thought in my ear, asking me why I care
So much, for what? The way I waste my years…
But I shrug them aside, a natural motion of pace
Moving ahead to my destiny, not straying in their
Beckons to relinquish the thoughts of the day
Tonight I'll gaze out my window and try to remember
What they told me, why I was here, what to watch for,
Why I should have strayed…
Why are they always right, when they come they cause panic
They fall into our lives, they take over our paths
Gentle, soft, but powerful, and in control of agenda and time
"Not that way!" they insist, "don't be so harsh!"
…give it time, it will carry, there's no need to rush
Remember your thoughts in your youth? The days
When cares were fleeting, when time was not the enemy?
Why do you make it a weight? Crush yourself with the lie?
Come look out at the moment, breathe the fresh humid puff
Stare at the cloud, your hot steam stirring with the cool reprise
If you rush, you will lose the chance to peer into the stillness
Steal one more invisible take of the lovely quiet,
the dream; You can't hold and can't let go
Like the quality of the misty air in front of you
Something you know so well and forget so readily
To not kill your life on the hard stuff
Return to the quiet, take back your own heart
That's what they were telling me
I hate them, they are so free to follow the wind
While I return to my room and worries of the night