So I sit down at my table and begin another important note to say
That in this life we lead, the heart is made of a very near wild oak
Ageing with the rings of hope and the branches clenched my friend
Dancing on the misery with a language which was never even spoke
A distance is far too far for anyone who desires to keep anything fair
Walking in line with the next civilisation who said we survived
With a difference in perception, we see the universe in faulty dimensions
Trust in the dust who set your destination with nowhere else to go
Fighting a losing battle brightens up the energy that falls on each planet
The light bulb lit up a story one night which put a darkened end to us all
So God stood up one day and looked at us in such a guilty way
A spark burned through the oceans when scorching it's very soul
Then every man hurts with the aid of suffering for what we lost
With the hills far too steep and looking back is like a good old-fashioned kiss
Sadly blown into another existence by the happiness that death causes
And that in landing upon someone's lap we simply fade away
With Mother Nature by our side, we are very forced into disasters
Unnaturally the water rises alongside all that tower of thought we drowned
Wishing well spoke aloud with a hearty voice like Venus
Whispering too loud when it was heard from here to 14 billion yrs ago
In the scheme of any reasonably broken pieces, just let them go on by
That when you wonder now a vision has already gone and left you all behind
Scratching at the midnight til dawn with the razor blades that cut us
Being just a normal person appears to be something completely mad
Attached are we to the robots that let us live in any orderly fashion
With the motion of thought taking control in all that has a steady hand
Searching through our galaxies for friends who have visited there before
Knowledge has an idea that we taught well with a very bad smile
Stillness in the moment where you wish it moved onto Paradise
When we asked Adam and Eve the way forward they sent us back home
They saw a bit of magic coming out of nowhere but built everything instead
Asking for no patience please when Oscar Wilde keeps knocking on the door
And that in reading Maynard Keynes we thought we could motivate a rock
Tiredness for the desires we sleep through that keep us all awake
A soul finding it's peace in this life and every other one it has to give
This poet here tells a story for who, when and where you don't understand
So in leaving just now to drink a good ole English cup of tea
It becomes a better life when you take a look back, you'll see.
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Sit back with a cup of tea and a friend and so of relax in the magnitude of it all
well, I hope your cuppa went down well and taking in, as you say, "the magnitude of it all". thanks for taking the time out to read through it all, Augustus The Great.
you are among the best of all poets and writers I have read to date. how you do it, I am awe struck. and hoping to read more from you.
thanks for your post.
are you after something, onepauly? I really do appreciate what you just said and I'm not too sure how to reply. I am merely the same as anyone, just with maybe a little more ambition and thought with words and putting them together somehow. how long have you been reading by the way?
all I'm after is you feeling pleasant. and your work is great
I have been reading since the beginning of time.
do you live in the uk?
I am overwhelmed with pleasant thanks to yours and the other comments received.
I find it difficult to believe you find I am among the best of all the poets you have read. in fact, It's quite mind boggling you say that. how old are if you don't mind me asking. I would like to know what you also read.
and yes, I am born in the UK and live in the county os Somerset i8n the South West of England. where do reside?
I don't want to one up you when I'm writing. I'm 62, on the northeast coast of America. I cant explain my whole life in such few words theres always a lot left out. with anything we may say. not just me.
self help psychology and philosophy is useualy what I like. though like I said theres much more to it then I can put down in a few words. what can I say or write to make you happy?
well, my only true sadness is I am living right now on the borderline of developing pancreatic cancer. I have been type 1 diabetic 20 years now and have had lots of trouble with my pancreas, since 3 years ago my pancreas has started to decay and picks up infection very easily. I have been refused any type of operation to remove, partly remove or give me a transplant because I am too weak to wake up from the operation. it's a catch 22 really. I am in and out of hospital all the time and I have spent roughly 4/5 months of each of the last 3 yrs in hospital because I become so sick. for you to make me happy would be if you could say something to the man upstairs for me. my family have rejected for dysfunctional family reasons so I am on my own apart from my loving sister Julie. I have been praying for 2 years you see and I haven't heard anything yet except I know my pain and sickness is getting worse. this is why I write like mad right now. because poetry takes my mind off a lot of unhappy things.
more power to ya. it is so sad you have been living with this horror for so long. your right that the only thing I can do for you is pray. I know the hail mary and the our father by heart. and I will ask the lord to keep his eye on you. how I wish I could relieve your pain. the world is not as kind as we would like it to be. all I can tell you is take your pain medicine, and don't be ashamed to do so. make yourself as comfortable as you can. if writing helps the pain go away use it also. I love you, like so many other people even if you don't know it. my father died of lung cancer. he was the greatest man I will ever know. I have been mourning his death and the pain he suffered for 30 years. he let me know I don't have to anymore. I am with him like no other. I am proud to be his son. look to your beloved sister. I'm sure she will comfort you. know I have to see your comment on my poem "springtime". peace be with you paul
I have to take dose after dose of morphine most days now and I despise it but there are no other choices available right now, I am used to the effects of it though but it still does the job.
After reading your incredible piece of penmanship I started thinking on how long it must have taken you. Thought of a carpenter who is building the perfect piece of furniture, with every joint perfectly done, and every surface sanded to a shine. Thank you!
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