I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
Nag Champa burning
Smoke fills what remains of this space
It seems to fluster all of the nosier ones that are abound
You know, all those who make it obvious that they are taking their sweet time as they move from point A to point B
Muttering under their breath as if it takes all the strength they can muster just to be able to butt in
A faint grin now takes over my mouth, recently twisted profusely by an utter lack of amusement
Waiting, still, for reasons that remain unapparent to all who may catch wind of my temporary fate
Mercury, retrograde in motion
I have tried to make myself forget that it is here
For, I really have a sincere disdain for anything that forces me to hate it
I have a rough time dealing with the times when I have no other choice but to wait
So, I often try to get something out of it all rather than just bitching and moaning incessantly until that moment comes when it finally gives in and begins to fade away
Anymore, these days, I find myself unable to escape the urge to chase after it
Like a child would do if it were a unicorn or a white rabbit
Today, I notice that my usual fan club has seemingly vaporized into thin air
Normally, it lingers around my every move like a bad case of "The Clap"
The incense smoke has chased away all of the fanfare
It is a bit odd in the first place to be burning it in a place and time like now
Then again, I am certainly what you would call an "odd ball"
When the freak show has posted a casting call, I am one of the crazies who spend the night prior out on the sidewalk in an attempt to be the first idiot to walk through the door
Perhaps if I were to wait until after the Director has eaten their lunch, I would land the gig a bit more often
I truly believe that patience has found me
Somehow, somewhere within the chaos and the haze
Now, if it could just force me to hold still, so that I do not become lost within the walls of my own maze
Its 1983
I am the bitch who won the casting call for lead actress on "The Shining"
Jack Nicholson stares down at me and that brat who plays his son through an evil gaze
Hey dude, I am much prettier than that pining bitch that you were married to on camera
You should come help me find my way
You will be a much happier camper, mark my words
I guess that is all I have left to say
3/10/2013
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LIGHT WARRIOR (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Recently, I poste the poem "Grace', written while out of gas in rural Nevada, as you may remember...This one was also written in that 3-4 hour time period on that same day in 2013....Its definitely different, and kind of reflects the way an intense mind such as my own escalates into strange thought processes when stuck in predicaments like that one...Mercury was also retrograde, as I state in this piece...and anyone who is familiar with what that entails can imagine how it seemed to me more like 3-4 days.....It is crazy how accurate true astrology is...and makes one wonder how in the hell the ancients had that kind of knowledge in a time BEFORE the Bible was penned......anyway...I guess this is like a part to my poem "Grace"...thank you for reading and for your comments, negative or negative...I don't get why so many people read the poetry on this sight and how few give the writers their feedback...IS THAT NOT THE POINT OF THIS WEBSITE???
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With Nag Champa burning in the background in this poem you make the test of your patience seem almost fun and an opportunity not to waste the time. I have not studied astrology and was pleasantly surprised to find in a google search how mercury in retrograde affects travel, communication and interaction with others. It's inclusion made the poem that much more thoughtful. Delighted.
Thank you Augustus for your continued interest in my work...and, its funny ..12 people have read this piece and eleven of them decided not to read the preface or, more likely, they decided to go ahead and be defiant of my simple request just because they could....so, that shows clearly your strength in character and I cant begin to tell you how appreciative I am of your response....Thank you so very much...No offense to the rest of the readers...at least they read it...I get upset when things are overlooked that really should not be...but, what can I do but be thankful that the opportunity was there in the first place?
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