Poetry: A Pair of Troopers

shotgun fire so i shroud my fear
in comforting the dog who’s cowering

my whispers like motherly words,
as of the warmth as of the womb
as of the silent blanket drawn
over us and under the moon
protecting our heart from the inside out

a world so far away, so very still, so very near
the all too unfamiliar feeling of ghosts now passed
coercing a future into ghastly ferocity

and as you’re freely falling one wonders
when and whether one should pull the rip cord or not

and as time trickles past, you’re reminded
of the very reason that we’re here…

so we would know that
we weren’t alone

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Poetry: at least for today

 

at least for today

every fragmented memory like a lifetime ago
and i sit in wonder was it even me
as this moment now is all that i know

 

and i wrote a song the other day… so at least this i know,
that i took some time to play and i recorded it so
i would remember that this was me someday

 

and as i sit here simply letting this lovely song play
I’m reminded of a purpose that seems, more or less still
and yet so far away

 

and i feel no more of the dismay.
well, at least not for today anyway

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Poetry: a transitional moment

• A poem about anxiety, a way out, and living for the moment…

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‘a transitional moment’

Poetry: until we meet again

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Neal Visher – until we meet again
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In whirlwinds of feelings, does happiness elude
The emptiness of hopelessness; I twist, I turn, I brood
But is existence futile, with nothing there to see?
The hands of time arrested while they cut you viscerally

Do gifts appear as water dancing on deserted sands

Essay: We have got to be dreaming

My dream is to be able to close my eyes and do everything from my Internal Command Center.. no wait.. . my Internal Command Matrix 

Screw working towards your dreams man!!! Yep! That’s right, I said it. There are so many reasons to give up on your dreams nowadays. Almost as many reasons as there are flavors of iScream.

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Quitters finish first

 

Workin for ‘Da Man’ takes most of our time upright..?

Writing: out of dismay

My nightmare’s attitude alludes to the many meticulous dimensions of my previous detachments to depression; however, my most meticulous decisions as of late have led me like a lemur to my elusive emotions creating the impression of pain and the rediscovery of my own suicidal tendencies.

At which point I wrote the following, flimsy attempt at a fool hardy poem:

Maybe I haven’t found the right words to say
’cause my suicide note would’ve been signed today.

And then I suddenly realized that the single light in the dark forest of my memories and fears could be extinguished… and I shivered inside as it was the only thing keeping me warm that murky morning.

So there I stayed while I prayed & built a fire to light the way, for today is the day I lead my people out of dismay.